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Boosting Sales with Unique Designs: Water Pipe Wholesalers Speak Out
Effective marketing can boost sales for unique water pipes. Social media is a powerful tool for showcasing designs. Eye-catching photos can draw attention to unique pieces. Engaging content, such as videos showing how to use the pipes or highlighting their features, can also attract customers. Collaborating with influencers in the smoking community can expand reach and create excitement around new designs.
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Nightmare Before Christmas Jack Skellington and Sally Face Bong / Waterpipe 🖤🎃 Available made to order on my IG shopcrescentmoodss ✨🎃
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Emergency Plumbing: Recent Projects Update.
At Emergency Plumbing, we’ve been busy tackling a range of projects that showcase our expertise in both everyday repairs and intricate installations. Here’s a look at some of our recent work that highlights our commitment to precision, efficiency, and adherence to plumbing standards.
Sink Installation & Under-Sink Pipe Modifications.
We recently completed multiple sink installations, each with its unique demands. Whether replacing an older unit or fitting a brand-new sink into an updated space, our team ensures each project meets current plumbing codes and regulations. These regulations are critical for ensuring safety, efficiency, and long-term durability. Under-sink modifications often come into play when new sinks have different configurations or when adding appliances like garbage disposals. Our team adjusts P-traps, tailpieces, and extension pipes to maintain optimal water flow and drainage, all while keeping plumbing neat and secure.
Code Compliance and P-Trap Installation.
In all our projects, adhering to local plumbing codes is a priority. Recently, we helped a customer with a P-trap replacement, ensuring it was correctly positioned to prevent sewer gases from entering the home. Proper installation of P-traps is essential, not only for effective drainage but also to protect the home environment.
Water Flow Optimization.
At Emergency Plumbing, we know water flow is key to the functionality of every plumbing fixture.
Phone 224-754-1984
#Emergency Plumbing: Recent Projects Update.#At Emergency Plumbing#we’ve been busy tackling a range of projects that showcase our expertise in both everyday repairs and intricate installations. Here’s a loo#efficiency#and adherence to plumbing standards.#Sink Installation & Under-Sink Pipe Modifications.#We recently completed multiple sink installations#each with its unique demands. Whether replacing an older unit or fitting a brand-new sink into an updated space#our team ensures each project meets current plumbing codes and regulations. These regulations are critical for ensuring safety#and long-term durability. Under-sink modifications often come into play when new sinks have different configurations or when adding applian#tailpieces#and extension pipes to maintain optimal water flow and drainage#all while keeping plumbing neat and secure.#Code Compliance and P-Trap Installation.#In all our projects#adhering to local plumbing codes is a priority. Recently#we helped a customer with a P-trap replacement#ensuring it was correctly positioned to prevent sewer gases from entering the home. Proper installation of P-traps is essential#not only for effective drainage but also to protect the home environment.#Water Flow Optimization.#we know water flow is key to the functionality of every plumbing fixture.#Phone#224-754-1984
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Some more concept designs for my newest iterator ocs! In order we have Endless Grains of Sand (she/her), Deep Coated Mist (she/her), Purity Preserved (he/they), and Twisted Orbit (he/they/she). This is also in order from oldest to youngest, Sand and Mist are both Very old
(Synchronized Light is also a part of the group, they’re the very youngest)
#keese draws#rain world#rain world oc#iterator oc#rain world iterator#rw iterator#I’m considering adding one more member to the group but I’m not sure yet#I kind of wanna make someone to be the token just some guy of their local group since currently they’re a bunch of freaks and also sand#sand doesn’t count as the normal one though because she’s absolutely ancient and also in old woman love with mist#I need some just completely unremarkable guy to balance out these guys#but yeah real brief summary these guys are unique because they basically all recycle mist’s water output until it makes it’s way back to th#ocean that sand draws from and filters to send back to mist#mist is located on the peak of a very large mountain and is wildly innificent due to her being a rly rly old model so the steam she#produces condenses and flows down the mountainous area she’s located in#and that leaves to there being enough water in the vast rivers and lakes she ended up producing to be used for several other iterators#newer iterators mostly but purity is a gen 2 iterator so he’s not even as efficient as the newer models mist is just that inefficient#mist is also easily the biggest of her local group with synch and light being in second#personality wise sand is very logical and blunt but not mean or aggressive more so just very earnest#she still comes across as distant but that’s mostly just because she believes it’s important to not influence those around her too much#mist on the other hand is a lot lore grumpy and judgementsl#she takes great pride in her history and has very strong beliefs about how things should be gone about and it frustrates her when others#disregard these ideas especially when it comes to her younger neighbors who mostly very much do not respect her#purity is very full of himself and has been obsessed with the idea of being the first to produce a genuine triple affirmative#he ofc was pissed as hell when the sliver incident happened and is desperate to find a way to rewrite that bit of history in his favor#and orbit is very detached and cold towards most of those around her but will love bomb the hell out of anyone she takes a liking to#orbit used to have a sort of girlfriend who was an ancient who she used to watch paint#and eventually said ancient got arrested and sentenced to doing hard labor for a time and orbit pulled some strings to get her stationed to#do cleaning and repairs for their superstructure so that the two could meet in person#but things got real messy and moment (the ancient) ended up incredibly miserable and desperate for an escape before she ended up dying in#a void fluid pipe rupture incident leaving orbit in shambles
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Waterfall bongs is it better then a gravity bong?
Enjoy the lasting effects of a waterfall bong with this classic design. This rainbow water pipe is made from a high quality borosilicate glass and features a handcrafted mouthpiece that provides an excellent smoking experience. The smooth, comfortable shape of this beaker piece makes it easy to hold and use, making it ideal for any occasion.
The tapered neck of this recycler bong means that it will not spill when used in combination with a water pipe bowl. The wide base makes it stable on any surface, so you can place it anywhere you want. This piece is also dishwasher safe and comes in four different colors: black, green, red, and purple, as well as a unique iridescent bong with percolator design and a rainbow cloud bong.
A waterfall bong is a type of bong that has an integrated water filtration system. The water is filtered through the smoke through the filter, then it flows back into the chamber to help cool down your smoke. This helps prevent the smoke from burning your throat or lungs, especially when you are using a bong in a dry climate. The waterfall design also creates a unique neon rainbow effect that can be both relaxing and stimulating at the same time.
Benefits:
This type of bong has many benefits for people who like to use them. It allows them to enjoy their favorite smoking methods without having to worry about how much they are inhaling, as well as how much they are inhaling at any given moment. Some people even prefer this type of bong over other types because it provides them with more control over how much they are consuming in each session.
Gravity bongs and waterfall bongs are two of the most popular smoking products on the market. They both have their pros and cons, but they serve similar purposes: to help you get high. The rainbow dab rig and glow in the dark dab rig are also popular choices for those who want to add some personality to their smoking experience.
What's the difference between water bongs and gravity bongs?
Well, first off, there are some differences in design. For example, gravity bongs have an inline percolator that lets you get your weed out of the chamber faster than a traditional bowl-based design would allow. Waterfall bongs have no such inline percolator; instead, they rely on gravity to pull down your smoke as it passes through the chambers and into your mouth. That said, waterfall bongs do generally offer more room for customization—you can adjust everything from how much water flows through each chamber to how high up your water jet is aimed at achieving maximum effect (which is why some people prefer rainbow bongs and recycling bongs).
A waterfall bong is a type of bong that has an integrated water filtration system. The water is filtered through the smoke through the filter, then it flows back into the chamber to help cool down your smoke. This helps prevent the smoke from burning your throat or lungs, especially when you are using a bong in a dry climate. The waterfall design also creates a unique sound that can be both relaxing and stimulating at the same time.
Pros:
Waterfall bongs provide a smoother smoking experience, as the water filtration system helps to cool down the smoke, making it less harsh on your throat and lungs.
The design of waterfall bongs can create a unique and enjoyable smoking experience, with the sound of the water flowing back into the chamber.
They are easy to use and hold, making them an ideal choice for any occasion.
Waterfall bongs allow for more control over how much you are inhaling, making them a popular choice among smokers.
Cons:
Waterfall bongs can be more difficult to clean than other smoking devices, due to the integrated water filtration system.
The design of the waterfall bong may not be as portable or discreet as other smoking devices, as they can be bulky and require water to function.
Some people may find the sound of the water flowing back into the chamber to be distracting or annoying.
The design of the waterfall bong may not be suitable for those who prefer a faster smoking experience, as the water filtration system can slow down the process.
FAQ's:
What is a waterfall bong?
A: A waterfall bong is a type of bong that has an integrated water filtration system. The water is filtered through the smoke through the filter, then it flows back into the chamber to help cool down your smoke.
How does a waterfall bong work?
A: A waterfall bong works by using gravity to pull down your smoke as it passes through the chambers and into your mouth. The water in the chamber helps to cool down the smoke, making it less harsh on your throat and lungs.
What are the benefits of using a waterfall bong?
A: Some people prefer this type of bong over other types because it provides them with more control over how much they are consuming in each session, and it helps prevent the smoke from burning your throat or lungs.
What's the difference between a waterfall bong and a gravity bong?
A: While both serve similar purposes, there are differences in design. For example, gravity bongs have an inline percolator that lets you get your weed out of the chamber faster than a traditional bowl-based design would allow. Waterfall bongs have no such inline percolator, instead relying on gravity to pull down the smoke.
Do you offer free shipping?
A: Yes, we offer free shipping on all orders over $50.
What if my order arrives damaged?
A: If your order arrives damaged, please contact us within 48 hours with pictures of the damage, and we will offer a replacement or refund.
How long will it take to receive my order?
A: Typically, orders are processed within 24-48 hours and shipped within 1-3 business days. Delivery times will vary depending on your location and shipping method selected.
Conclusion:
Overall, I think that waterfall bongs are great for those who like stronger hits and don't mind having them on occasion when they are relaxing or hanging out with friends but not all day long every day!
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#Enjoy the lasting effects of a waterfall bong with this classic design. This rainbow water pipe is made from a high quality borosilicate gla#comfortable shape of this beaker piece makes it easy to hold and use#making it ideal for any occasion.#The tapered neck of this recycler bong means that it will not spill when used in combination with a water pipe bowl. The wide base makes it#so you can place it anywhere you want. This piece is also dishwasher safe and comes in four different colors: black#green#red#and purple#as well as a unique iridescent bong with percolator design and a rainbow cloud bong.#A waterfall bong is a type of bong that has an integrated water filtration system. The water is filtered through the smoke through the filt#then it flows back into the chamber to help cool down your smoke. This helps prevent the smoke from burning your throat or lungs#especially when you are using a bong in a dry climate. The waterfall design also creates a unique neon rainbow effect that can be both rela#Benefits:#This type of bong has many benefits for people who like to use them. It allows them to enjoy their favorite smoking methods without having#as well as how much they are inhaling at any given moment. Some people even prefer this type of bong over other types because it provides t#Gravity bongs and waterfall bongs are two of the most popular smoking products on the market. They both have their pros and cons#but they serve similar purposes: to help you get high. The rainbow dab rig and glow in the dark dab rig are also popular choices for those#What's the difference between water bongs and gravity bongs?#Well#first off#there are some differences in design. For example#gravity bongs have an inline percolator that lets you get your weed out of the chamber faster than a traditional bowl-based design would al#they rely on gravity to pull down your smoke as it passes through the chambers and into your mouth. That said#waterfall bongs do generally offer more room for customization—you can adjust everything from how much water flows through each chamber to#especially when you are using a bong in a dry climate. The waterfall design also creates a unique sound that can be both relaxing and stimu#Water pipe and bong#Pros:#Waterfall bongs provide a smoother smoking experience#as the water filtration system helps to cool down the smoke#making it less harsh on your throat and lungs.
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𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jungkook (22)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹*nsfw*
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"honey?"
with wide eyes, jungkook rushes toward you, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face. you open your arms, and he crashes into them with a sigh, melting against you like he's finally letting himself breathe.
his familiar scent, a comforting mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him, wraps around you, making your heart race.
it's only been two nights, but it feels like forever.
your arms tighten around him, clinging, needy, because this is your husband after all. the warmth of his body against yours makes you realize just how much you missed this—missed him.
"what are you doing here? where’s zion—" he starts, his voice a little rough, but you cut him off by pulling away slightly, just enough to place the back of your hand on his forehead. your eyes widen as you feel the heat radiating from his skin, a small gasp escaping your lips.
"yoongi and jaehyun told me you were being a complete douche to them," you snicker, trying to hide the concern creeping in. "said you're sick and refusing to rest or go home. what good is it being here when you're sick and being mean, huh?"
jungkook opens his mouth to defend himself but you cut him off to continue.
"so, i dropped zion off at my parents and drove three hours to tell my husband to get his ass home."
jungkook pouts, his lower lip jutting out in that familiar way that always gets to you, but you hold firm.
"i’m not that sick—"
"i packed your bags and took everything from your hotel room," you interrupt, crossing your arms. "let’s go home."
he hesitates, glancing to the side like he’s about to argue, but then you give him a sharp look. your gaze says everything—there’s no way he’s getting out of this one.
he lowers his head in defeat, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, “no, you’re right. my wife is always right.”
when you get home, jungkook heads straight for a hot, steamy shower. the sound of water rushing through the pipes filling the quiet house. while he’s in there, you start on the soup you promised. truth be told, you’ve been feeling unwell, too. nothing too serious, but enough to worry about zion getting sick. that’s why you dropped him off with your parents before making the long drive.
you aren’t exactly sure what’s wrong with you.
food poisoning? flu season? you don’t know.
but today, you’re feeling a little better than yesterday, which is something. after all, you only threw up twice during the three-hour drive to jungkook and—surprisingly—none on the way back. that’s a win in your book.
as you stir the soup, you hear the shower turn off, signaling that jungkook’s done. turning off the stove, you wipe your hands and head back to your room where jungkook is changing into comfier clothes. he’s standing in front of the bed, pulling on a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. his hair is still damp, clinging to his forehead in little dark strands, and he gives you a tired smile as he crawls into bed.
you walk over, lifting the covers and tucking him in like he’s a child who needs pampering.
“yoongi said you ate before i came,” you say softly, brushing his hair out of his face. “let me know when you get hungry, and i can reheat the soup—”
“i’m all better,” jungkook cuts in, his voice a little congested but determined. “come here, please.”
you shake your head, raising an eyebrow. “if we’re both sick, zion is gonna have to stay away for—”
“no, no,” jungkook interrupts, mimicking your head shake with a frown. “i’ll be better by tomorrow. i promise.”
“you’re literally congested right now,” you tease, pulling the covers up to his chest. “just get some rest, kook. don’t be grumpy with me because you’re sick.”
“i’m not grumpy,” he protests, his brows furrowing. “you just like bossing me around.”
you roll your eyes, smirking. “right. i love playing nurse for my dramatic husband who refuses to admit he’s sick.”
“i’m not dramatic,” jungkook mumbles, though the pout on his lips says otherwise. you try to pull your hand away from his, but he grips it tighter, tugging you toward the bed. “rest with me.”
“jungkook, you need to—”
before you can finish, he tugs harder, and you topple into bed with a soft laugh. he wraps his arms and legs around you, holding you hostage in a cocoon of warmth. his chin rests on top of your head, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he holds you close.
“thank you for coming to get me,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, the grumpiness fading. “i can’t believe you drove six hours. aren’t you feeling sick, too? how are you feeling today, honey?”
you nuzzle closer, finding comfort in his embrace.
“i feel okay. i threw up twice on the way to you, but nothing on the way back. only felt nauseous… what did we even eat?”
jungkook chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. but then, silence falls between you two, and a sudden thought crosses your mind. it’s almost like the same thought hits both of you at once.
the possibility—no, the likelihood—starts to settle in, making too much sense to ignore.
you haven’t eaten out in a while, and everything he eats, you do too. if it was food poisoning, zion would’ve been sick by now, right? but he’s fine.
jungkook shifts slightly, his hold on you tightening as if he’s bracing himself.
“do you think—”
“maybe,” you whisper. "honestly? probably."
“okay. ___? i think so too.... should we take a test later?”
you blink, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. “yeah,” you breathe, feeling the weight of the moment. “s-should i just take it now?”
jungkook lets out a deep sigh, his thumb brushing gently against your hand. “let’s just... take a minute. lie here for a bit."
when the morning comes, you realize you and jungkook slept the entire time.
as you stretch and are about to get out of bed, jungkook holds onto your shirt.
“no.”
jungkook’s groggy voice breaks through the stillness of the morning, his arm tightening around you as if to hold you in place. the warmth of the sheets and the weight of his body against yours make it hard to resist staying in bed.
“no?” you yawn, blinking your eyes open as sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. “come on. let’s get something in your stomach so you can take medicine—”
“no,” he groans, pulling you closer. his voice is raspy with sleep, a slight whine in it as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “stay here. too weak to get up. give me kisses.”
you let out a small scoff, still half-asleep but amused by his childishness.
“what do kisses have to do with you being sick and all?” you mumble, rubbing at your eyes.
“they give me strength,” jungkook mumbles into your skin, his breath warm against your neck as he shifts slightly, trying to coax you into staying in bed. “come here. kiss me and find out for yourself—”
you roll your eyes, though you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes your lips. jungkook, even sick and groggy, is relentless.
“seriously? that’s your excuse now?”
he groans again, dramatically this time, as if he’s on the verge of collapse. “please, honey. i'm too weak to move. only your kisses can save me now.”
his hand lazily reaches for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gives you that pouty look, half-lidded eyes and all.
despite yourself, you feel your resolve softening.
“you’re ridiculous,” you mutter, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, watching as his lips curl into a small, satisfied smile.
“see? i’m already feeling stronger,” he murmurs, eyes still closed but his grin widening.
you can’t help but roll your eyes again, though the smile tugging at your own lips betrays you. “fine. one more kiss, then you’re eating, okay?”
he hums contentedly, already shifting to make room for you to snuggle closer, completely ignoring your terms. “oh, right... totally forgot but did you know that morning sex heals me?"
jungkook keeps his shirt on while you’re completely naked on top of him.
as you straddle yourself on top, he rolls his eyes back at the feeling of you sinking into his cock.
“s-so tight,” he hisses. “god, i love you.”
you laugh.
“i can’t believe that even when you’re sick, you’re still horny.”
jungkook shrugs. “can’t help it. my wife is divine.”
you shiver at his words. he hasn’t said that in a while.
divine.
every time he calls you divine, it feels like the first time. it’s such a simple word, but the way he says it—like it holds all the meaning in the world, like he believes it in the deepest parts of himself—makes your heart race. it’s like the ground slips out from under you, like you’re falling in love with him all over again, and it’s almost too much to handle.
you’ve heard him say your name a thousand times, but divine? it’s different. it feels sacred like he’s seeing something in you that no one else ever could. it’s not just a compliment; it’s a kind of worship. the way he looks at you, like you’re something more—like you’re untouchable. truly, he leaves you breathless.
and each time he says it, you feel that familiar rush of love deepening, like he’s pulling you closer in a way that goes beyond words. it makes your chest tighten and your heart race, as if you’re falling for him all over again, but in this softer, more certain way.
as you lift your hips, you drag out how you ride him.
jungkook loses his mind every time you ride him but right now—god, is he going insane.
the way your curves are a perfect fit when he holds you—insatiable. the way your breasts bounce in front of him—is mindblowing. he especially loves watching himself cup and squeeze them. they’re always so full. again, perfect for him. they fit in his hands perfectly.
you fit in him perfectly.
picking up the pace, you ride him with soft moans escaping your lips. you murmur his name, leaning every now and then closer to him. you take a handful of his shirt, scrunching and gripping onto it as you throw your head back. jungkook follows the curves of your body with his eyes, tracing the way your stomach winces with every bounce. he notes how you squirm when he thrusts, meeting your high halfway.
when you let go of his shirt, you hold onto his hair. your fingers get lost in it, and he smirks at every tug you pull. he reaches for you, wanting a kiss.
“no kissing.”
his heart drops. “you kissed me yesterday—”
“you’re sick.”
jungkook, near tears, whines; “you’re sick! no kissing while you ride me like this—”
lowering your gaze, you look at him with a serious look. “do you want me to get off?”
jungkook freezes.
“are you sick?” he glares. “why are you so mean to me?”
laughing, you cup his face and squish his cheeks together.
“do you want to cum?”
he nods, eyes wide. his lips part like he wants to speak but can’t. he looks desperate—unguarded, vulnerable as if he’s silently begging for reassurance, fighting the urge to pull you close. you’ve never seen him like this, and it grips your heart.
should he just kiss you?
“if you love me then you’d be a good boy.”
“i am—”
“then just be thankful you’re in me.”
jungkook gulps. you let go of his face and tilt your head.
"honey, i am—"
“are you sure?”
he nods again.
you blink at him. “use your words, honey.”
“what you say goes, mama.”
with that, you and jungkook continue.
at one point, your hands are planted on the walls behind him for stability. then, his are glued to your ass. the position doesn’t change—he’s too weak to do more than this. either way, you make him cum twice and he apologies over and over for only making you cum once. you tell him it’s okay, and it’s no big deal.
he doesn’t have to prove anything to you.
you know what he’s capable of.
when you two finish, he asks for a kiss. you tease him, telling him he’ll get one after he takes some medicine. quickly, he gets out of bed, gets ready in the bathroom, and rushes to eat breakfast. the minute he finishes, he swallows a few pills and drinks some water.
just as you finish getting ready and step into the kitchen to praise him, jungkook pulls you in and kisses you as deep and as long as he can.
you laugh against his lips. when you pull away, you check his temperate with the back of your hand again. tilting your head in confusion, you say;
“w-wait. wow, your fever went down so much. you’re almost back to normal—”
“see what i mean, mama? morning sex heals me.”
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hdg brainworms today... especially with size stuff because. you know how i am....
Being a terran rebel co-pilot, spending so much time staring off into the stars and shuddering at the sheer vastness of it all... any time our ship comes near any sort of planet or landmass, having to grip my thighs as I think about how small I am in comparison... all those little pipe dreams about being an inch tall seem so far away, on the verge on tears if I think about it a little too long...
Until we get captured, of course. Our ship is pacified, our pilot is screaming words I'm a little too dazed to understand, desperately toying with the controls as a ship looms into view... a ship so undeniably massive and all encompassing... my entire body just trembling at the sight...
Everything else is a blur. Pretty plant people suspend us, snatch us away, now we're on this big, looming ship and I'm feeling better than ever- I heard our pilot is being pulled away for trying to rebel again, but I'm far more focused on our captors... so many florets with so many unique augmentations, so cute and pretty... affni technis so far along, maybe they...
Tugging on someone's vines, apologizing with a whimper as they assure me it's okay and asking me whats the matter... shaky breath as I try to tell them...
"Hmm? Oh, you want to be a little bit shorter! We've had plenty of florets who want to lose a few inches, don't worry, that won't be an issue-"
Shaking my head as I blush, glancing off to the side, miming a motion as if to say smaller... eyes watering up as I look at the affni with desperation, her gaze is returned and shows compassion...
Maybe my little pipe dream wasn't so impossible after all <3
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˗ˏˋ Zayne x Lemurian! Fem! Reader: Ebb Day ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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"Zayne, do you like art galleries?" "Yes. How come you're asking?" "My big brother is hosting an art gallery<33. Wanna come with me:0?" "When is it?" "Saturday in the afternoon!" "Sure."
And that was how Zayne found himself in this situation, while you sported a pretty little frilly long dress— He was simply wearing his typical black dress shirt and trousers. Of course, he was secretly staring at you the whole time, he's always been interested in you but never had once vocalized it nor has he ever openly made it obvious or even drop hints.
Besides, he had been a little stressed from work as of late. He had to deal with a lot of troublesome patients during the weekdays and there were too many close calls on his surgeries as of late so he badly needed to take his mind off of the hospital even just for a bit.
And you are his favourite kind of cure.
Zayne followed behind you as you pranced in your steps, guiding him to the location of the art gallery. it didn't take the both of you too long to arrive to the place.
Fine and extremely detailed canvases were attached to the walls, each one unique on their own.
Zayne wasn't much of a painter, he could only sketch since he had to draw a lot of anatomical diagrams back when he was still in medical school.
"Your brother is very skilled" Zayne says as his gaze landed on the different pieces.
"Right?" You beam, hopping in your steps even more happily as you admire your cousin's works. "He's always working hard on his paintings."
He follows behind you, admiring the image of you more than he does admiring the pretty paintings around the both of you.
"Ah, there he is!" You spring into happy little skips as you made your way towards a man with deep purple hair boredly leaning on the wall and fiddling with a pen in his fingers. "Oppa!"
"Geez, pipe down, I can hear you just fine" He says in a sarcastic but gentle voice as his bluish-pink eyes similar to yours land on you. "I thought you were joking when you said you'll visit"
"Oppa will be disappointed if I didn't" You grin, making him roll his eyes.
"Who is this?" His gaze falls on Zayne, pushing himself off of the wall.
"I'm Zayne" He introduces himself.
"Zayne..." The name rolls off of the painter's tongue, pondering as he tries to remember where he has heard it before. "Ah yes, you're my sister's doctor, right? She wont stop yapping about you I almost went deaf from it. I'm Rafayel"
"Oppa!" You protest, smacking his arm.
"Hey, ow!" Rafayel fake winces, a dramatic expression on his face as he gasped. "Guppy, that is not how you treat your older brother! Isn't family supposed to love eachother?"
"As if!" You stick your tongue out at Rafayel and Zayne stood awkwardly in between this little banter.
"Pfft," He scoffs, rubbing the spot you had hit. "Still as feisty as ever like a sea urchin."
"You're as round and ridiculous as a puffer fish" You bite back.
"...." Zayne felt like he really shouldn't be here at this moment.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go off there and greet Thomas" You say in a childish, high pitched voice as you point at a direction and storm off.
Zayne shook his head, wanting to follow you but found it rude if he left your brother all alone without a proper conversation. Besides, he could see you in his peripheral vision.
"I meant it though." Rafayel starts, humming as continued playing with the pen absentmindedly. "She speaks very highly of you like a little baby dolphin learning how to jump off of water for the first time."
"...I'm glad she thinks so, but I'm only doing my job as her doctor" Zayne answers, pushing his eyeglasses back.
"Isn't that what every doctor says?" Rafayel scoffs, crossing his arms as both men overlooked you who is happily chatting with Thomas and asking about some paintings. "My little sister is a handful, isn't she?"
"Well," Zayne hums, deciding to play along with Rafayel. "She often doesn't listen to her doctor's orders and is somehow scared of staying in the hospital at night believing ghosts might swallow her."
"...Did she actually say that?" Rafayel cocks up an eyebrow.
"She did." Zayne simply confirms while watching you prance back to them and tug at Rafayel's arm.
"Oppa, oppa, I want the pretty puzzle piece music box, get it for me!" You say childishly, pulling at Rafayel's hand.
"Hey, I'm not a wallet" Rafayel groans but allows himself to be dragged over to the gift store area.
Zayne followed you both, watching as the two of you bantered on and on. He could tell that Rafayel spoiled you a lot, watching as he keep saying sarcastic remarks and marine related insults while letting you pull him around.
"You're a grown woman now and a hunter, why exactly do you need a music box puzzle?" Rafayel rolls his eyes.
"Because it helps!" You reason out, shooting a hopeful look at Zayne. "Right doctor Zayne? Right?"
"Puzzle making and achieving to finish it can certainly boost dopamine production," Zayne replies, sighing as he realizes what you are using him for. "As for sleep, well, music boxes can certainly help lull you to sleep."
"Ugh, using your doctor card on me, really?" Rafayel groans, but pays for the puzzle piece anyway. "Now shoo, there's an ice cream store at the front. Your brother is buisy doing grown-up stuff so children should behave."
"I'm not a 2 year old!" You say as you hold the now packaged puzzle piece before storming off.
"...." Zayne was about to follow behind you until he heard Rafayel's voice again.
"Do you know about Lemuria? There's a secret rumour amongst their merpeople" he says, "Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."
"Then how come you know of this?" Zayne inquires.
"Well, it's a fairy tale" Rafayel dismisses his question. "She's waiting for you"
Zayne nods his head politely before going towards your direction.
Throughout the whole time on the ice cream shop, he keeps thinking of what Rafayel said. And for some reason, he can;t take it off his mind.
Despite that, he chooses to just focus on the you who is busily munching on the ice cream he had bought for you earlier.
"Slow down, it's not going anywhere" He says, picking up a napkin and wiping the cream off of your cheek.
"But it's just so yummy!" You protest.
"I know," Zayne nods his head, "But still, eat a little more slowly.
"...Okay" You pout.
Zayne shakes his head, smiling faintly as he found the whole situation a little ridiculous. He could tell Rafayel thought that he spoils you too. After all, he's putting up with your childish antiques and scolds you as if you were a small child.
Overall, this litle... Outing turned out well since he met your older brother.
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For the past two weeks, Rafayel's words bothered Zayne over and over. It kept repeating in his mind and it even echoes in his ears whenever he woke up. It's a miracle he didn't have any surgeries these days and managed to keep a proffesional act despite it high bothering him.
To add to that, you havent texted or called him a single time.
Sure, you're not required to talk to him all the time but today seemed particularly different as it nagged him.
Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration as he finished up the last of his reports.
He then reached for his phone and instantly dialed your number.
Thankfully enough, you picked up.
"Hello?" You voice was horrible, making Zayne immediately alarmed.
"Are you alright? your voice is a little rough" He inquires, taking his doctor's coat off. and grabbing his keys.
"No... Fever"
"A fever?" He sighs, storming out the hallways and into the parking lot. "You're home, aren't you? Have you taken your temperature and drank medicine?"
"Cant..." You breathe heavily. "Too weak."
"Stay in bed." Zayne said as he hopped into his car and brought life to the engine. "I'll come."
He then dropped the phone call as he drived out of the hospital and towards your apartment.
Zayne knew deep inside it was probably just as a normal fever, but there's a surge of panic in him as he hurried over. The moment Zayne parked, he hurriedly went upstairs. He was irrational with the way his mind is overthinking things.
Surely it's just a fever.
A fever.
Zayne opened the door to your apartment and quietly locked it behind him then going to your bedroom where he found you curled up in your bed.
"I'm here" Zayne says with a gentle voice, his tone a little lower than usual as he gently pries off the blanket off of your face and placed a palm on your forehead.
"Ngh... Zayne" You whine a little.
"Ssh," He said, removing his palm and reaching for the bedside drawer and pulled out the thermometer.
Zayne took your temperature and cocked up an eyebrow at the results.
You're burning up and yet you have a normal temperature. He aimed it at himself and gave back a good result too, meaning it's not broken or playing tricks.
"???" Zayne looks at you, wanting an explanation.
"Water... Please." You whisper.
He rescinds in demanding an explanation, your voice isn't fake and neither is that glazed over look on your face.
"Stay here, don't pull the blanket over your head" Zayne said, getting up from his seat.
He was running a number of possible explanations on why you're feeling the way you do. Maybe it's stress induced, or something. Perhaps a better option now is not to ponder but take you to the hospital because it might be a dangerous situation.
He walks back into the bedroom and sat paused,
"...." Zayne places the glass down, crouching down towards you and observes the glittering blue things on your face.
'That wasn't there earlier' He thought, his forehead knitting as he reached to brush a finger on your cheek where the crystal like things glimmered.
The touch caused you to whimper a little and he pulled his hand back immediately.
"Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."
Rafayel's words repeat in his mind.
"Zayne..." You mumble, curling over to him before trying to get up.
"Your face,..." He inquires, helping you sit up while another hand reached to place pillows against the headboard and laying you against it. "Lemuria?"
He hesitated at the question, watching your expression droop.
"...Sorry." You apologize.
"There's nothing to be sorry for" He said, reaching up to fix the blanket on your lap. "Are you feeling like this because of ebb day? The tides being low and the water flowing backwards?"
"..." You look up at him, alarmed. "How? Who? Y-you're not supposed to know those."
'Ah..' Zayne mentally curses at himself for being too brash on his approach.
"Your brother, Rafayel, he told me" He said, and felt relieved as you calm down.
"...That's funny" You mumbles. "He told me to never tell anyone and yet he told you. Big brother trusted you with a secret depsite just meeting."
Zayne didn't answer, wondering too why the painter would do that but froze as he felt you nuzzle his shoulder.
"..."
"You're not mad... Or weirded out?" You ask.
Zayne shakes his head, reaching up and gently stroked your head. "Why would I? Just because you're not... Human?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not" He shakes his head, gently pulling you over to his lap so he can hold you more properly and you can rest more comfortably on his shoulder. "There's no reason to. It just makes me a little concerned that maybe my treatment plans on you dont work or worst, it could be detrimental to you."
"We're the same as humans" you explains. "Just... Different in a lot of waya. I get hungry and get sick like humans. So it's fine."
"I see." He hums, stroking your head.
He almost wanted to nuzzle his nose on your head but stopped himself.
"You won't hurt me, right?" You ask, fidgeting. "Brother said that humans would abuse a creature's weakness once they find out."
"Never" He said, pausing in his ministrations on your strands. "I would never hurt the person I like. If anything, I wish to protect you"
He brings your hand up to his lips, and kisses the inside of your palm.
"I would never, ever hurt you." He shakes his head, those intense amber-green eyes. "Not now, not in the future, never in my lifetime nor in the next ones. No matter who or what you are, I will never hurt you"

꒰ A/N: I'm just so weak against Zayne pls sniffsniff. I love him sm I just want to hold this silly man. I wanna cuddle this precious man qwq!!! My precious Zayne TT. This man is fr one of my biggest comfort character. I can't wait for his birthday event in september. Also I'm srry if u cringe at the feesh insults its my kind of humor xDD!! ꒱
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jingle all the bidet
(a wolfstar holiday au.
happy christmas eve. this is simply nonsense. enjoy xoxo)
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Remus practically ran to the front door once he heard the knock, socks sliding on the hardwood floors, sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows though that wasn't particularly helpful. The cuffs were soaking, and the extra fabric drooped down to his forearms, small droplets splattering as he twisted the knob in a hurry, flinging the door of the house open.
"Hello, sir. I'm with Potter's Plumbing, we got a call about--"
"Yes! Yes! That's me," Remus said, gesturing wildly for the man to step through the doorway.
"I didn't finish--"
"As long as you're a plumber, I don't much care what call you were supposed to be on. You're here, you're helping me. Remus, hi, so nice to meet you--"
"Sirius." Sirius seemed to get the hint, stepping into the house and Remus was able to firmly shut the door behind him, perhaps a little too forcefully.
"On a different day, I'd make a comment about our names and how we should join some sort of support group for parents with odd senses of humor but--" Remus didn't bother to look behind him as he walked quickly down the hallway, to see if Sirius was following him, just blindly hoping Sirius had these sort of emergency calls all the time. As a plumber does. No time for small talk and pleasantries and other superfluous information.
Just quick. Down to business. Before a house flooded. Or maybe that was unique to Remus.
"Not today?" Sirius remarked from behind, a touch of laughter in his voice.
"Absolutely not today. You see, I'm in a bit of a plumbing crisis--on the Eve before Christmas Eve nonetheless. Festivus!-- so you can imagine my stress, I simply do not have the time to pencil in a good joke, because there are bigger issues at hand and I'm hoping you'll know exactly what to do, because I am at a loss and well....ta da!" Remus stopped just in front of the bathroom door, a weak smile on his face as he glanced between the mess of the master bathroom, and Sirius.
It was a scene from a film. Except instead of the bathroom being booby-trapped and finagled to catch robbers from killing him, Remus had made an entire crime scene attempting to install a bidet himself.
How hard could it be?
Remus should’ve known when he was required to use a wrench that it would end poorly, but he had a modicum of faith, and a stubborn streak a mile long.
There was an elbow-sized hole in the wall behind the toilet.
The tile flooded. Remus’s house slippers soggy on the bottom and cast aside outside the bathroom door.
Remus had put a bucket behind the piping, but that didn’t catch much water at all when it all shot up like a geyser into the air, drops now falling from the ceiling. Remus had somehow managed to take down the shower curtain as well, and if he was brave enough later, he thought he might ask Sirius for help putting that back up.
The top toilet cover had a handsome chip missing from it.
The toilet seat off its hinges.
And the bidet proudly on the floor.
Sirius tilted his head to the side slowly, surveying the scene wordlessly and inhaling deeply. Sirius took a pencil from out of his back pocket, scribbling a few notes on a notepad before turning to Remus and opening his mouth.
“We—”
“I know, I know. You’re probably wondering what the bloody hell happened,” Remus chuckled nervously, “And if I’m being honest, I’m wondering the same thing. I-I-I read the instructions before attempting to do this and I have always been a good student. A great one even!” Remus started and then stopped, “Okay, no, that was a lie. I’ve always been an okay student, but I know how to read. And in theory, I had it down pat. Flawlessly executed in my mind. But damn are toilet’s a lot harder to maneuver than the bloody instructions made it seem and one thing leads to another, I’m squatting down, elbow-deep in drywall. Literally,” Remus gestured to the hole behind the toilet, “I guess the only thing is I’m glad the water was clean and flushed and, and, well, you know what I mean don’t you?”
“I was going to say,” Sirius started, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth turning upward in amusement, “I hope you have another bathroom to use in the meantime.”
“Thank god we do.”
“Alright,” Sirius nodded, hitching up the knees of his jeans and squatting down to get a closer look at the damage. The band of his underwear poked over the top of his jeans.
“A-alright, then. I’ll. Just..stay out of your hair and uh, let you get to work.”
“Sounds good.”
“Do you need anything? I think there’s a wrench down there somewhere,” Remus pointed to the broken ceramic behind the toilet. Sirius stood back up and turned around to face Remus, who, at that moment, realized he was standing much too close, now standing nearly nose to nose with a stranger-plumber and he flushed. “Ah! Sorry, sorry, I’ll just—”
“I’ve got to get some supplies from my truck, but otherwise I should be all set. The beauty of calling a plumber is they take care of it for you, and you can just relax, Mr….?”
“Remus! No, I mean not Mr. Remus. Remus Lupin. Mr. Remus Lupin.”
“Alright, Mr. Remus Lupin, rest easy,” Sirius said, with a quick smirk, walking past Remus down the hallway again toward the front door. Remus felt like he was chasing after him Sirius’s stride was so long and certain.
“No, I mean, you don’t need to call me Mr. Remus Lupin. Or Mr. at all. It’s just Remus.” Sirius nodded again and exited the house.
--
Remus wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do while a maintenance person was in his home. He recalled vaguely as a child hiding in his room until they left, pretending he did not exist--there were absolutely no children in this home, and if there were they certainly were not present at the time they were there, no sir! And typically, Gideon was the one who handled service requests. Remus making it a point to be uncharacteristically busy the moment something needed a repair. A light not working? Suddenly Remus needed to leave and return a package that had been sitting there for two weeks already. But Gideon was away, finishing up work for the holiday season, which was the perfect time for Remus to surprise him with a gift.
A shame it ended in absolute disaster.
And now Remus didn’t know what to do.
With his hands, with his time, with his anything. And opted to pace back and forth down the hallway as Sirius started working in the bathroom.
“Hello!” Remus poked his head into the bathroom, hands on the door frame. “Just checking in.”
“Checked,” Sirius told him, not moving from his position on the floor of the bathroom. Sirius’s work boots were damp on the bottom, uniform shirt rolled up to his elbows, and the long curly hair that had previously been down and dusting the man's shoulders, pulled up and out of the way.
“Can I get you anything? Water, or a snack, surely you must be hungry or--”
“I’m all set, Remus.”
“Or, maybe I could--”
Sirius cleared his throat and sat up to look at Remus, elbows resting on the top of his knees, “Though I know it perhaps feels odd, as usually, I assume, when you have guests over, you entertain them in some capacity. But in this situation, it is quite okay to ignore me.”
“I…people really just ignore you?”
“Most of the time. Spare a few odd moments of chatter, but I believe you said this was an emergency and there simply wasn’t time for that today.”
“Well you don’t seem too concerned about all this.”
“I’ve seen so much worse.”
“That’s comforting. Perhaps I could make time for a joke or two then.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Oh, uhm,” Remus’s eyes went wide, “I-I didn’t mean an actual joke, I don’t think I have any of those, though I really should. I’m a teacher, you see. Kids love jokes, but I think most of the time, I’m the joke and don’t necessarily need to come up with something with a punchline. So, I might be fresh out, but if you give me an hour I could look one up.”
“Why did the Christmas tree go to the barber?”
“What?”
“Why did the Christmas tree go to the doctor?” Sirius repeated, soft smile on his face as he waited Remus to answer.
“Uh…I dunno. Why?”
“It was looking a little green,” Sirius finished, slapping the top of his knee for effect and Remus snorted.
“That was pretty good.”
“My godson is seven and is in his joke telling phase. I had to find a few of my own. You know, just to make sure I didn’t lose the cool godfather credibility.”
“Of course,” Remus said, and nodded, “Sorry…I’ll let you work.”
“If you would prefer…you don’t have to ignore me.”
“Really?” Remus asked, but was already inside the bathroom yet again, “Because I am winded walking up and down that hallway, between this botched installation and the pacing and the everything, this is the highest my heart rate has been in years. I promise, you won’t even know I’m here.” Remus took a seat on the edge of the bathtub letting out a sigh of relief as Sirius lowered himself to the floor once again.
--
It turns out, it was probably a good thing that Remus had never been home previously when a repair person had entered, because he could not simply pretend to not be there any longer. He was there. And Remus did not do well with silence.
“....so anyway, when we moved in, and I think Gideon--my partner, did I say that already? Oh, I did, I know I did-- wants to repaint the walls next year, to add some life into the place. But I dunno, I think it’s pretty lively. Do you think so? You go in a lot of homes, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“And does mine, breathe life?”
“The snowflake hand towels are a nice touch,” Sirius commented, as he twisted something on the side of the toilet.
“That's what I thought! Why do we need to paint and redo everything, when we can…spruce it up, with towels and…other decorations? Other..less permanent things,” Remus finished and Sirius hummed. “Not that I know much, or anything really, about designing and homes. This is my first one. Well, after the one I lived in before, but there isn’t exactly a book about how to…home. You know?”
“I get what you mean,” Sirius confirmed, “Are you French?”
“Pardon?”
“The bidet,” Sirius said from his position on the bathroom floor, back on the ground and doing something to the piping. The number of tools Sirius had brought with him was evidence enough that Remus had no business installing the bidet in the first place, the wrench he had sworn would be enough Sirius hadn’t even touched. Though he probably had nicer wrenches. Fancier wrenches. Did wrenches have levels of class? Just as well Remus would use a poor man's wrench.
“Uh. No, no, I’m not French. Not really. Sort of? My father is. Or…was. Is? He died, so he’s not…currently French and walking around saying Bonjour, or mon petit chou anymore, not that…that wasn’t all he said but he is French but just French as in dead in a cemetery. But his body-you know what I mean, don’t you? Anyway, he was—is—French, I am not. Well not, not. I grew up in Wales with my Mum. We barely had plumbing, sometimes we just went out back and dug a hole in the ground! Never had this problem with holes, I’ll tell you that much, no, no problems like this,” Remus trailed off and Sirius made another hum of acknowledgement as he worked, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. People get weird when I do. Like oh, I’m so sorry for your loss, and I can’t say, It’s fine I barely knew him! Without sounding like a complete arsehole so, I usually just make it weird and awkward and uh…well, you have a front-row seat to that,” Remus said, slapping his hands on his thighs, the thwack against his jeans echoing through the bathroom.
“You’re not an arsehole.”
“You don’t know me that well.”
“You’re not an arsehole for not knowing your parent,” Sirius clarified. “Wales is nice.”
“It is. It was.”
“So you’re not French, why the bidet?”
Remus sighed standing up from the ledge of the tub, pacing the floor for the bathroom as he spoke, "Well, you see, I got it as a gift for my partner. Gideon, remember? They're away on business, and I told myself this was the perfect time to get ahead on Christmas shopping. If you knew me...which you don't, not really, but maybe by the end of this whole mess we'll be fast friends! I already told you about my dead Dad, and that's usually something I hold off on…it’s a bit of a downer. Anyway, if you knew me..know me, I'm terrible at planning ahead. I mean, who wants to go to the shops during the hols? Nobody. I don't care how much you love your mother--and I love mine, I promise I do, really--all the people running around, it's just too much. So I put it off and put it off, and suddenly it's Christmas Eve and--"
"That's about the worst time to go..." Sirius said, shifting his position so he was crouching instead, lifting the toilet seat off in one smooth piece.
"Precisely, so sometimes I don't even bother going at all, which I suppose might make me a bad person. I'm not! Occasionally an arsehole, but not a bad person! I recycle and, and, and I’m a good friend, I-I-I just...planning and gifts and the whole bit of it...isn't my strongest suit,” Remus said. “So I was so proud of myself! Because Gideon had mentioned wanting a bidet for the bathroom, the breathing life and the personal touches and all that--”
“I’m noticing a theme…”
“Yes! Life, carpe fucking diem! So he mentioned it, and I remembered--which is another thing I am not the greatest at-- and I went out and bought the bidet! Hid it in my office at work for a month knowing he’d be out of town today, and it would be the perfect opportunity to install it. He’d come back from his trip, go to the bath to wash up and he would be overjoyed, elated, delighted even, to see the bidet there, and I would be there shouting Happy Christmas! and for once feel like I really nailed the Christmas gift. Because the thing is, he is so thoughtful and so good at gift giving, and I…just come up short. And I thought not this year! But instead of coming home to a beautifully installed bidet, he’ll come home to…a plumbing bill and peeling up linoleum tile and a patched up hole and…a shower curtain. And-and- who knows if he’ll even like it! He’ll probably hate it.”
“Why would he hate it?”
“He never usually likes my gifts.”
“Who…doesn’t just say thank you for a gift?” Sirius asked, pausing his work to look at Remus. “That’s kind of the rule isn’t it? Even if it's an itchy sweater, or something you don’t particularly like, you say thank you and then later return it and pretend it didn’t fit. It’s not about the gift.”
“Well, I don’t know if there’s rules exactly,” Remus countered, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought of birthdays and holidays gone by where Gideon had remarked "oh, this isn’t exactly what i wanted, or you tried, Re in response to Remus’s efforts.
“Secret rules, as my godson would say.”
“I mean, sure, there’s secret…rules, I guess, but remember? were you not listening to the whole bad at gift giving part?”
“I listened. Were you gifting rotten eggs?”
“Well no. It’s just that, he, and-and-I we’re just never on the same page, and his gifts are--and well, mine are--”
“Ah.”
“And, and, and who the fuck gets their partner a bidet for Christmas?”
“Well…maybe someone who has a partner who asked for one?” Sirius said, smirking a little before getting back to his work.
“Well you’re a bit arrogant, aren’t you?”
“Or just…right.”
“No. Because he didn’t explicitly ask for one he more mentioned it in passing…he’s mentioned countless things in passing, why not just by one of those and not a major home renovation…this was a terrible idea. This was stupid! Why didn’t you tell me that? Going on about the gift rules and secrets, and the real issue here is that this was a bad idea!”
“I’m in the business of fixing up baths, not sharing my opinions on Christmas gifts.”
“Except you just did.”
“Very unprofessional of me, I admit.”
Remus said, stopping his pacing to run a hand over his face, “This is very unprofessional of me. Arguing with my plumber! About presents. And, it’s my fault, really. I should’ve told you in the call! That’s what I should’ve done, straight out the gate, just let you know the real situation, and I should’ve said that I bought this stupid bidet, and made a mess of my bathroom, and a million other wrong things--”
Sirius grabbed the bidet from the floor and placed it on top of the toilet. Pieces falling perfectly into place.
“It’s not a bad gift,” Sirius told him, “Odd perhaps, but thoughtful. Plumbers honor.”
“Really…?”
“Really.”
“You’re right!” Remus said, and as Sirius made some final adjustments before pressing a button on the bidet. A jingle played.
“And, for what it's worth, you bought a good bidet. Nicer bidets tend to be more finicky to install so…really, this mess showcases heaps of effort.”
“Thank you!” Remus responded, somewhat indignantly, throwing his arms into the air. Someone understood.
“That’s exactly what he should say. Your partner. When he walks into this room and notices--”
“The bidet.”
“The spectacular bidet.”
“What…if he doesn’t?” Remus asked quietly after a long silence, two men standing and admiring the bidet sitting proudly on a toilet with a broken top, singing its little song to prove it was functioning.
“Would you like my professional opinion?”
“...Yes.”
“If he doesn’t say thank you and kiss you full on the mouth for this very thoughtful gift…then at least you can enjoy this bidet and you throw a massive party with all of your friends and tell them to use this bathroom.” Remus snorted, thinking about walking guests into the master bedroom and bathroom during a party--coworkers and neighbors and friends, stepping on the carpet in their shoes just to get to the bidet.
“What’s your unprofessional one?”
“Find someone who will say thank you.”
“So I should find a liar.”
“Thank you for thinking of me, and thank you for the effort it took to find this gift, isn’t a lie in my book. It’s not about the bidet.”
“It could be.”
“Yeah but it's not.”
“But it is, kind of.”
“No.”
Remus opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say, Sirius grinning smugly at Remus, daring him to disagree again. This man might have had the same stubborn streak Remus had. His stomach fluttered for a moment, almost laughing, almost joyful at the silly, naive thought of spending a lifetime with a man, this man, who argued without the malice behind the words.
“It’s not that simple anyway,” Remus said, “Just…leaving.”
“Never said it was, but either way…this is yours,” Sirius gestured to the bidet, “And someone should use it.
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It had only been a few hours, but the bathroom looked good as new. Bidet installed, hole patched up and water was mopped up. The only sign that something had gone awry was the toilet top with the chunk missing.
“We’ll have to get you a new one,” Sirius told him, writing up the invoice as they walked to Remus’s front door, toolbox in hand
“Will that take weeks?”
“No, a few days just because of the holidays. I’ll bring it by the 26th, and it’ll be all set.”
“You are truly a life saver, I don’t know what I would’ve done, and….thanks for listening to me talk…all day. I know you probably didn’t sign up for that exactly when you took this call, and probably had better things to be doing, and--”
“This was one of the more enjoyable calls I’ve had actually,” Sirius told him, pausing in front of the front door. “I had a good time.”
Remus laughed awkwardly, reaching for the doorknob to open the door for Sirius, “This feels like the end of some sort of date…do you want me to walk you to your car?”
“Very kind, but I promise I’ll make it.” Sirius nodded, sticking out his hand. Definitely not a date. “Pleasure working with you Mr. Lupin.”
“Remus.”
“Remus,” Sirius said, “I’ll see you in a few days. My numbers on the invoice, should anything come up before then. Just…call.”
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Christmas music was playing loudly in his living room, Sirius’s godson testing out his new dance moves learned at school on the rug, his best friends clapping along and joining in with their own dance moves alongside their child. Sirius had just pulled the roast chicken out of the oven--the shining star for the Christmas Eve feast-- when the phone rang. Oven mitts still on, he hurried to grab the land line, tossing a stray curl out of his face as he answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Potter’s Plumbing?” the voice on the other end said and Sirius couldn’t help but bite back a smile. He had been in Remus’s home for only a few hours, but had heard the other man talk enough that Sirius was certain he’d be able to identify who was speaking with his eyes closed. It was refreshing. Sirius returned home that day and recounted the emergency call to his best friend, leaving out no details about the frazzled, freckled, and messy man who attempted to install a bidet.
You put your personal number on the invoice? Sirius, that’s too bold.
Sirius was thinking he wouldn’t call.
He hadn’t expected any bidet related emergencies.
“This is Sirius Black,” Sirius said, “But I am part of Potter’s Plumbing.”
“Oh, good, Sirius, it’s you. Hello, it’s Remus Lupin, remember, you serviced my bidet a few days ago and there's a toilet top that needs to be repaired, and we hung up a shower curtain together and I almost fell to my death off the bathtub ledge?”
“Ah yes,” Sirius teased, “Thanks for those details to jog my memory, without them I would’ve definitely forgotten. Did you run into some trouble?”
“Uh…No.”
“Oh…then, how can I help you, Mr. Lupin?”
“Remus.”
“Remus.”
“I…” Sirius heard Remus click his tongue a few times, “I…decided to…not…I mean, I don’t need a new toilet top. Can I cancel that? I think it looks better this way.”
“With the missing part?” Sirius asked, feeling a touch disappointed at the nature of the call.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go ahead and cancel that for you, Remus. No problem at all. Was that it?”
“No,” Remus said and paused again, “I’m having a sort of party.”
“Sort of?”
“A party, on New Year's Eve. I decided. To celebrate the new year and new beginnings and all that, glad tidings, you know, the things people usually celebrate. And…also to celebrate the bidet that's in the bathroom because I’ve been told it's a good bidet, like a nice one even! A professional told me that, and it…uh should be appreciated by someone. So I'm having a party and I’m wondering if…you like bidets?”
“Did I not tell you I’m French? I love bidets.”
#jingle all the bidet#soft christmas drabbles#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#happy holidays from my home to yours#but also this was very fun to write and such a ridiculous idea#may 2025 be the year of more ridiculous ideas
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Random worldbuilding idea:
There's one specific flower that grows in exactly one location on this entire continent - in one spot of the historical royal garden of one kingdom's grand castle. Centuries ago, when the castle was being built, the architects featured a curious thing in the blueprints: The earliest known form of indoor plumbing that's been known in this realm. In reality, this highly hyped up novel new technology only consists of one simple pipe, leading through the walls from the queen's bathing chamber to the garden, so that her bathwater could be poured out with ease without the ordeal of carrying it away one bucket at the time, or simply tossed out of a window.
As architects generally don't care about anyone else's job or convenience, the pipe did indeed lead straight out into the garden. Regularly watered by the lukewarm soapy bathwater, over time this specific shaded spot turned into an unique environment. The soil was enriched by ingredients in the royal bathing oils, and the water itself kept the spot warm despite of the shade. Nobody knows exactly how the first seeds ended up there, but at some point a flower that grew nowhere else in the land - that no-one had ever seen before - began to thrive there.
It would take centuries before the flower was identified by any other name than the one the local people knew it by: It was a rainforest flower, something that naturally thrives in the shade of much taller plantlife in a far warmer climate, which found a home here, in a spot that was both too warm and too shaded for any native plants. The name of the flower is also a local colloquial term for a specific kind of man: The type that's devotedly in love with a woman who does not want him, and continues to worship her despite of it being obvious that she will never return his feelings.
As both, after all, live neglected in the shade, surviving off of some queen's bathwater.
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Awkward Interviews 1 : Awkward Interviews ft. Bored Mark
Chapter 5 : Part 1
(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )
racing hearts




The press conference was set up like any other—a line of drivers in front of cameras, a crowd of eager reporters, and the buzzing energy typical of a race weekend. Charles, as always, was focused and fully present, offering smooth answers with a professional charm that the media loved. He sat with the other drivers, answering questions, leaning in to share his thoughts, his bright-eyed, caffeinated energy making him as lively as ever.
But then, there was Mark.
Mark, who clearly hadn’t had enough coffee, sat slouched in his chair, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. He stared off into the distance, eyes glazed, mind seemingly far away. His posture was a study in apathy, his arms crossed lazily over his chest, his head lolling slightly to the side as if he might actually fall asleep then and there.
The next journalist, clearly determined to pull him into the conversation, looked directly at Mark and asked, “Mark, what’s your guilty pleasure?”
Mark blinked, as if just realizing he was still in a room full of people. He tilted his head slightly, then answered in an entirely innocent tone, “Why would I feel guilty when I’m being pleasured?”
For a moment, the silence in the room was absolute.
Across the stage, the other drivers stifled laughter, and even the reporters glanced at each other, momentarily at a loss. Charles, meanwhile, went rigid, his jaw dropping a little as he stared at Mark. He could feel a blush creeping up his neck as the other drivers tried to hide their grins, each one catching Charles’ reaction before he could fully mask it.
Mark, utterly oblivious to the bomb he’d just dropped, kept a straight face as he leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. His eyes drifted back to that same spot on the floor, leaving everyone else to interpret (or misinterpret) what he had just said.
Seeing an opportunity to lighten the mood, a reporter piped up, “Well, Mark, any funny stories with Charles you’d like to share? Perhaps something about your partnership or moments off-track?”
Mark, still not fully there, glanced vaguely in Charles’ direction, his expression blank as he recalled a recent memory. “Oh, yeah, I remember now. I was having this amazing dream about winning the championship with Charles—y’know, feeling like we’re on top of the world. And then Charles decides to wake me up by spraying water on my face.”
Mark paused, looking almost fondly at the memory. “So yeah, I ended up having wet dreams about Charles.”
The room exploded into an awkward mix of laughter and gasps. Charles turned a deep shade of red, unable to contain his reaction this time. The other drivers were visibly struggling to keep it together, glancing at each other with wide eyes and open mouths.
Mark, of course, was still blissfully unaware, merely nodding to himself as if he had made a perfectly normal, everyday statement.
As the press conference continued, Mark was hit with yet another straightforward question: this time about his racing strategy for the upcoming season. The journalists expected a standard response, maybe some rehearsed lines about focus and team effort. But Mark, as usual, answered in his own unique style, inadvertently raising eyebrows yet again.
With complete sincerity, he began explaining his approach. "I think it’s all about finding the right position and… well, you know, staying steady, especially when things get intense." He paused, as if weighing his words, then continued, “Once you’re in, you just have to go deeper until you reach that… sweet spot.”
The crowd froze for a split second, unsure if they’d just heard what they thought they did. The innuendo wasn’t lost on anyone, and the amused expressions around the room confirmed that. Charles, who had been attempting to stay professional despite Mark’s earlier comments, was now visibly struggling, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to burst out laughing.
As the press conference progressed, the hilarity only escalated. Mark was asked yet another question that seemed harmless on the surface:
“Mark, you and Charles are known for working really well together on the track. How would you describe the way you two… sync up?”
Mark took a moment to think before answering, trying his best to keep things professional this time. “Well, with Charles, it’s like… we just have this connection, you know?” he started, his tone completely sincere. “Like he knows exactly when to push and when to pull back. And sometimes, you just… feel each other’s rhythm.”
The interviewer’s grin widened as the room filled with stifled laughter. Charles’ face went beet red, and he muttered under his breath, “Oh, for god’s sake.”
Finally catching on to the double meaning, Mark’s eyes went wide. He covered his face with one hand, sighing in exasperation, “I didn’t mean—oh, come on!”
Charles struggled to keep a straight face, and even some of the other drivers chuckled at Mark’s unintentional word choices. The media jumped on the moment immediately, fueling fan reactions on social media.
@Charkshipper : "We understand that mark dreams of winning the championship. But WITH Charles? Hmmm something is going on 👀 #Charkisreal"
@RacingDreams88: “MARK REALLY SAID ‘WHY FEEL GUILTY WHEN I’M BEING PLEASURED?’ 💀 HE'S KILLING ME #AwkwardButIconic #F1PressCon”
@Charles_EyesOnly: “Charles blushing after Mark said ‘wet dreams’ about him… I AM NOT OKAY #CharMark #MoreThanTeammates???”
@TrackSideTrouble: “FINDING THE RIGHT POSITION? Going DEEPER?? Mark is out here turning press conferences into stand-up comedy 💀💀 #F1”
@RacingRookie19: “I SWEAR HE DOESN’T MEAN TO SOUND LIKE THAT 😭 Mark, pls never change. #SweetSpot #InnuendoKing”
@CharlesBae_Fan: “Charles’ face every time Mark speaks: 🫣💀 Literally struggling not to laugh! Mark is accidentally hilarious. #F1PressChaos”
@CharlesAndMarkFan: “Mark, babe, that’s not how you describe a racing partnership 😂 but pls continue #SyncUpGoals”
@F1_Memelord: “‘Charles knows exactly when to push and pull back.’ Yeah, Mark, we can tell. Poor Charles can’t handle this lmao #PressConferenceFails”
Memes in Circulation
An image of an interviewer with a pained smile, captioned, “When you just wanted a normal answer but got a confession.”
Facepalm Compilation: A collage of Charles’ progressively redder face with each of Mark's unintentional innuendos: “Charles’ journey during one press conference.”
A GIF of Charles burying his face in his hands, captioned, “When your teammate can’t stop ‘finding sweet spots’ during interviews.”
A GIF of Charles sinking into his seat, his face bright red, with the caption: “Charles trying to survive Mark’s accidental innuendos like… #Help #SaveCharles”
Mark’s accidental innuendos kept everyone entertained, from his teammates to fans. Even Charles, as much as he tried to hide it, couldn’t help but find it amusing—even endearing—watching Mark unknowingly trip over his words.
(Dividers by @omi-resources)
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hello fatehbaz dot tumblr dot com, I seem to recall that years ago you posted an article or articles about the construction of canals in Arizona & the threat it posed to desert cienegas. I tried finding it on your archive to no avail. I did find research about similar circumstances in chihuahua, but not specifically what you posted. i seem to recall that the specific canal was the CAP. does this ring any bells?
Thank you for sticking around and tolerating me for such a long time. Glad you're here. And thank you for remembering the posts (from August 2020) about Cuatro Cienegas in the Chihuahuan Desert.
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Thinking of Arizona specifically, what you described sounds similar to an August 2022 post about ephemeral intermittent streams of the Agua Fria and canals to service Prescott/Phoenix? (Briefly describes progression from early water diversion to grow alfalfa for cattle; then the damming of Agua Fria to make reservoir in 1930s; then the construction of 16 copper mines. Cites an article from Rachel Howard at Edge Effects: "The history of the Agua Fria can be read not so much as a warning but rather a symbol of what happens to small bodies of water in Arizona. This is the state of the five Cs: cotton, copper, cattle, citrus, and climate.")
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From August 2020, might be thinking of this post about the unique endemic Yaqui catfish, an icon of the desert; post described the drying of cienegas (and how the fish is functionally extinct in the US) due to progression of cattle rangeland, farms, and canal diversion? (About how despite popular conception of the desert as dry, "prior to European colonization, the region supported rich waterways and aquatic communities." Post described how, by the 1880s, to service agriculture, "meandering cienegas" were strongly channelized and became deep-etched arroyos. And by 1960s, the pumping of water had meant most cienegas were gone. And by 2016 it was estimated that maybe only 30 of the fish remained in Arizona, a fish sometimes described as the "only catfish native to US west of the Rockies." Which also brings to mind, for me, the 2016 edition of Inland Fishes of the Greater Southwest: Chronicles of a Vanishing Biota from University of Arizona Press.)
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Also sounds similar to this one from July 2020? That one was about cienegas in Arizona, specifically the corridor of riparian habitat (cottonwood, mesquite, etc.) along the San Pedro. Post made criticism of Arizona agencies which managed surface water and groundwater separately despite their physical/ecological interconnectivity. Post made mention of Arizona eryngo (Eryngium sparganophyllum), which only survives at three-ish sites specifically at cienegas within borders of Arizona and one site in New Mexico; couple of years after that post, the US federal government formally recognized it as endangered.
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But in 2020, I also made a series of several posts about Quitobaquito Springs (at Arizona-Mexico border, in the Sonoran Desert) and Indigenous efforts to protect it? (The springs are a rare freshwater ecosystem at Organ Pipe Cactus area. US border wall construction was extracting and pumping vast amounts of water every day. In 2020, major demonstrations were held by Akimel O'odha, Tohono O'odham, and Hia-Ced O'odham. Brings to mind how, in the same area in 2019, Indigenous people brought more widespread attention to how a major global surveillance tech company collaborated with US border security agencies to field-test new a surveillance "command and control center" on Tohono O'odham communities, like a laboratory; the "virtual wall" functions with multiple towers which continuously surveil personal devices, sound, physical movement, etc. In those posts, I also mentioned that the springs at Quitobaquito are also pretty much the only home within US borders to the endangered Sonoyta mud turtle and endangered Sonoyta pupfish. The entire subspecies/lineage of the turtle only lives in maybe 5 sites total.)
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Somewhat related, also made many posts from 2019 to 2023 about Indigenous protection of Oak Flat Chi-chil Bildagoteel in Arizona?
Regarding more recent irrigation and water loss in Arizona, I've posted about Natalie Koch's work in Arid Empire on the impact of diverting water for alfalfa farms and how current Arizona agencies facilitate the "colonial technologies" and market "the desert as a narrative resource"; she also describes how, in 1940s/1950s, the US State Department had a hand in encouraging international petroleum investors to invest in hundreds of thousands of cattle for dairy farms, a network which still influences much water diversion today. Aside from the Sonoyta mud turtle, also brings to mind threatened amphibians in Arizona related to cienegas, like Sonoran tiger salamander (likes permanent or standing water, estimated to survive in about 50 ponds in Cochise and Santa Cruz counties) and Chiricahua leopard frog (also likes the standing water, which is often diverted for agriculture or overtaken by non-native bullfrogs, estimated to survive in maybe 80 to 100 ponds). (Vaguely related but fun: There were a couple of long effort-posts I did about historical distribution range of American crocodiles in mangroves and coastal marshes on far southern edge of the Sonoran Desert general ecoregion before lower Yaqui river was depleted by agriculture.)
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Shout-out to Cuatro Cienegas in the Chihuahuan Desert.
An oasis. A "bacterial lost world." About 300 pools. More than 90% dried-up in historic record; agricultural canals drain tens of millions of gallons of water a year. Home to 38-ish endemic animal species. Not one, not two, but three endemic species of turtles: A slider, a softshell (I love softshells), and the planet's only "aquatic" species of box turtle (I also love box turtles). Home to some of planet's only terrestrial or freshwater populations of stromatolites (bacterial mats composing structures reminiscent of Precambrian era; usually found in deep-sea hydrothermal vents, but here have been isolated from the sea for millions of years). Also home to some of planet's highest diversity of Archaea (taxonomic order of lifeforms potentially "older than bacteria"?).
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Can hydro jetting prevent ingrown roots in pipes.
Hydro Jetting: The Key to Preventing Ingrown Roots in Pipes.
When it comes to keeping your plumbing system free from blockages, one of the biggest threats is ingrown roots. Over time, tree roots can invade your pipes, seeking moisture and nutrients, causing clogs, cracks, and even serious damage to your plumbing. Fortunately, hydro jetting is a highly effective solution that can not only remove these roots but also prevent them from growing into your pipes in the future.
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How Often Should You Schedule Hydro Jetting?
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this high of you & me
Lucien Flores x F!Reader



summary: Lucien Flores is your weed dealer and you think that’s about it
warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. dealer!Lucien AU, drug use and discussion, shotgunning, sweet giggly moments, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Lucien is older) reader and Lucien under the influence but he’s still a consent king, one use of ‘good girl,’ light making out
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a/n: I wrote this in a possessed fever after that clip & I know this might not reflect his personality once the movie comes out but I just had to I’m sorry, thank you to @lowlights & @tightjeansjavi for letting me scream about this and if you decide to read this - know I’m thanking you a million times

His house is an eclectic mess.
There’s a framed photo of Gustav Klmit’s ‘The Kiss’ beside a black light poster of a tiger. His awful leather black couch screams of a bachelor refusing to grow up.
“All I have to drink is bad tap water, ginger ale, or a mini grey goose sample.” Lucien yells from his kitchen.
“Uh, the ginger ale is fine.” You answer back.
This is the first time you’ve ever been alone with him.
Normally you’ve only experienced him with your best friend and his boyfriend. They’re the ones, through a friend of a friend, who introduced you to Lucien.
That’s how he became your dealer.
Now as you try to seem busy, you scan the book shelves in his living room.
There are many things that catch your eye -
The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo, a very abstract but suggestively sexual mini sculpture of two beings entangled in a type of wave like motion, a clear quartz crystal and a cute elephant figurine.
The man known as Lucien Flores is no short close to a chaotic puff of smoke you think you’re never meant to catch.
Behind you, you hear him rearranging things on his coffee table.
“You gonna joint me, or not?”
His pun makes you snort.
On the glass coffee table sits your drink among a cluttered collection of things.
“You asked for the usual right?” He mutters preparing everything like someone out a check out counter.
“Yeah, but I can go after you give me the- ”
“No, no it’s all good.” He reassures quickly, cutting you off. “I got nothing planned and company is always nice.”
He packages up the weed in the typical baggies he uses. This time they're holographic blue, almost matching his charming but strange vibes in a strange way.
“What happened to the dragon ball z themed bags you had?” You ask jokingly.
“Ran out.” He pouts and you grin.
After separating and packing up everything, he moves to start grinding the weed. Then with a click on his remote his stereo flows to life.
Frank Ocean’s ‘Pink + White’ begins playing and illuminates the room.
Small talk comes. Lucien asks about how work is going, any new shows you’ve gotten into.
He’s charming, like a bizzare off highway tourist attraction you can’t seem to leave.
“No need to sit on the floor. Come on. Spots open right here.” Lucien grins patting the couch beside him.
“Your couch is a pain, hate how it sticks to me.” You reply with a scrunch up face.
“Maybe I want you to keep sticking to it?” He offers light and you roll your eyes.
Being a notorious flirt, you try not to fall under his sweet words spell.
You’re about to make a quip back until you see him yank out a fuzzy blanket and spread it across the couch.
“What a gentleman.” You dryly smirk and Lucien shrugs.
But you rise up to sit besides him, close but not comfortably so.
“How much extra is this gonna cost me hm?” You muse watching him pack the bowl.
“Don’t you know the old saying, pretty babes don’t pay?” Lucien remarks so effortlessly.
Your throat gets a bit dry and you’re thankful for the ginger ale wetting your lips.
The lovely glass pipe, swirled with so many unique colors like the silk button up shirts Lucien wears, is handed to you.
“You first.” Lucien grins.
He even lights it for you, a modern day chivalrous knight in his own fucked up unique way.
The first inhale is always a favorite of yours. The smoke fills you, tickles your senses. But you can’t help but cough a bit.
“That’s the good stuff, huh baby?”
The phrasing and how smug his voice purrs out is dangerous.
“It’s one of the new strands I’ve been wanting to try. S’called ‘girl scout cookie.’ Pretty sweet name huh? But kinda makes me wish I could eat some right about now, ya know.” Lucien rambles as you hand the pipe back to him.
You at least appreciate how talkative and alluring he is. Between passing the pipe back and forth to him, you’re pulled into discussions about aliens, music and then, YouTube videos.
“No,” you giggle. “You gotta see this one.”
“If it’s another sad cat video I’m gonna cry and kick you out.” He pouts and you’re overcome with the urge to lean forward and kiss the furrow in between his brows.
You can’t deny how handsome he is. Like, ridiculously so. You know he’s older but there’s a youthfulness to him that’s reassuring. Like his spirit will always stay free. But you know that also seems dangerous after hearing about the list of exes he had from your best friend’s friend.
So very cautiously you tread into this new territory, whatever it is.
You lean closer, hold your phone up and show him your favorite go to funny video.
You can’t even stop the giggles. You wanna blame the weed, but it’s so hard not to laugh even without it. You’re overcome with glee and lean against Lucien’s shoulder. His shoulders shake and you hear the most adorable twinkling giggle.
He’s laughing.
“See!” You urge. “Told you it’s funny!”
“It’s not that! It’s you! You’re making me laugh.” He wheezes out and your heart flutters.
“Then I’ll stop laughing so you can stop laughing and watch!” You reply back determined.
So pressing your lips together, you rewind the video. You and him stay silent. Or you try to. Your lips twitch so terrible wanting to break.
Then Lucien’s shoulders shake again. In seconds you’re both busting out laughing. Your poor phone is forgotten.
This time he howls with an infectious joy and you feel it in your gut, in your bones.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh!” You chide him through the giggles.
“You weren’t either!” He cackles.
You realize you’re practically draped against him, and Lucien even fully leans back into you.
The smoke, the drug, coats everything in a smokey soft haze and with the high creeping its way into your mind, a molteness seeps into you
Lucien smells so good too, clean, cozy, but also like a cologne you wish you could pinpoint.
“Thanks, it’s dolce and gabbana.” Lucien replies.
Your face ignites in flames realizing you must have spoken your thoughts out loud.
You’re about to scramble out from this mess when you peer up and find Lucien staring. His earth soil eyes, softly dusted with a rosy color, hazily watch you.
“Y’smell good too.” He mumbles back.
“Thanks, it’s my fabric softener.” You tell him.
Lucien busts out laughing, a bright firework of a thing and you once again get caught up in how wildly warm he is.
Shaking his head he shifts to grab the pipe.
But his hand slides to rest against your thigh, like it’s a small way of saying don’t move, don’t leave.
And you don’t.
“You wanna try something fun?” He offers.
“Sure.” You don’t know what you might have just agreed too.
Lucien maneuvers, slides his large warm hand to your face and your heart stops. He tilts your head towards him and his thumb softly rubs against you.
“You trust me?”
The soft lull of Frank Ocean continues playing in the background softening this world around you.
You don’t even know if this man has a middle name or not, but you know him enough, or mainly, find yourself wanting to melt more into him.
So you nod quietly.
“Good girl, just keep your mouth open.”
That line takes your breath away.
You have an idea of what’s coming, but even with that, you crumble.
Lucien inhales from the pipe, filling his mouth with smoke. In a blur he moves. It’s like you blink and he’s all around you.
His hand on your face, his body pressed up flush against you and then, his face slowly moving towards you.
With his lips open, he breathes the smoke into your waiting mouth and your eyes shut in bliss. His lips graze against yours, a tease.
You inhale on instinct. Yet your hands move on their own, possessed, to run against his warm broad chest.
Once the smoke is in your mouth and you hold it in, allowing this mixture of the smoke and him to consume you. You also don’t miss the way Lucien himself breathes out.
Then before you can close your mouth, he lets his tongue gently swipe at your top lip, a kitten-like lick.
But it’s divine.
When a soft whine escapes you, Lucien effortlessly dives in to kiss you, cradling your face and steals your breath away again.
Making out with your dealer could probably be one of the dumbest decisions ever. But he’s a unique high of his own, one making you so dizzy, but you think you don't want it to end just yet.
So you melt into this smoke and into him.
And it’s otherworldly bliss.
#I’m so sorry this took over and it’s probably mess but I had to#but here’s to Lucien bringing us into a frenzy I love you#Lucien Flores x reader#lucien flores x you#Lucien x reader#Lucien Flores x f!reader#dealer!Lucien#Lucien 🤎
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Downtimes, module editor, water temple
Happy summer! There's smoke in Portland but it's not too bad. Bless firefighters. Work on Lancer Tactics continues apace.
This month has been mostly focused on the largest heretofore-untouched section of the game: downtimes and the module editor for designing the sequences between combats. We're not planning on doing anything particularly innovative or new in its design — if you've played Banner Saga, Fire Emblem (gameboy versions), or Rogue Squadron you'll recognize what's going on here.
Repair, level up, have visual-novel-style conversations with companions, do some light choose-your-own-adventuring, and pick & launch the next combat. All pretty standard downtime fare — games have pretty thoroughly explored these patterns as vehicles for narrative at this point.
The unique thing that Lancer Tactics is offering on this front is an editor to make your own entire campaigns. Classic games like Warcraft or Age of Empires had incredible scenario editors, but making anything more than a one-mission map was solely the domain of modders. Over the last few weeks, we've gotten a full basically-visual-novel-editor working ingame where you can orchestrate NPC story arcs, clocks ticking, branching paths, and triggered events for all the stuff that happens between combats.
All of the campaigns we ship with the game are going to be made with these same editors, which'll force us to really make sure that they're solid tools. I think it'd be very funny to someday see someone like completely ignore all the mech stuff and just make a visual novel in this engine.
There's no new preview game build this month because adding this big section of the game means too many things are under construction. I'm happy with how fast we've been able to get this going, but making ingame editors is a lot of unglamorous UI piping and data refactoring work. Fingers crossed that it'll come together enough that we'll be able to get the first version of this editor in your hands in time for the next update
Other Changelogs
Carpenter has started re-making the tutorial level from the demo in this new engine, which is pushing us to add a bunch of stuff to the combat editor. I added triggers for playing arbitrary effects on the map, moving the camera, storing arbitrary data to the battle/module states, enabling/disabling/triggering other triggers, AND/OR conditions, and putting execution limits on triggers.
Triggers can highlight UI or actions (so it can be like "use the boost to get through!" and the boost button becomes all shiny)
New "camera start" zone type
Added a "hotspot" zone type that has a little floating title, and plastered the names of other zones on the map (visual style stolen from some Foundry VTT modules)
Added water, whose level can be set via the editor or triggers.
Added unmounted pilots who can mount up into Shut Down mechs. We continue to plan to not have pilot combat be a part of the core game, but it'll be useful for scenario or scripted sequences.
Added activation pips and template icons to the mini healthbar on units.
A bunch more portrait editor assets from Martina, including facial hair. Here's a check Carpenter did where he tried to recreate some official Lancer art ingame. ✨
Schedule update
Taking a look at our original date for the "bones" of the game ("finishing the battle engine, basic character creation, 2 mechs per manufacturer, and an a 'instant action' mode"), we estimated being able to get it done by the end of November. The emotional milestone for me on this front is getting the game to a complete enough state that I feel OK about swapping it in on the itch.io page.
I've been saying that the 3D cataclysm has pushed us back back about 3 months, and I think that's still holding true. Carpenter and I haven't officially made the call yet, but I think it's likely we'll need that time to port more mech content; here's a graph they made that shows about where we're sitting on the PC and NPC mechs for the "bones" target in terms of mechanics and action icon/sprite.
(This data is pulled from a big table they made that includes ALL talents/gear/traits where we've been marking things off as we've implemented them. Very handy for tracking where we are.)
That's all for now. Tata!
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