Stuffed peppers with only the finest fresh veggies from the garden. Chopped up some onion, tomato, a little parsley, and cooked up quinoa and brown rice. Oh and don’t forget the cheese!! Lots of it ..Mixed it all together inside my scooped out peppers and baked in the oven at 350 for 25 minutes!
Summary: part one of Tony Stark’s annual Christmas Eve party.
Warnings: Parties, alcohol consumption.
A/N: Happy Christmas Eve to all of my friends that celebrate Christmas. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope that your day is as fantastic as you are & I sincerely hope that you enjoy this! Much love to you all.
I mean, now that you think about it…have anyone notice all the endings? (If you have not done The Valentine’s Day Interaction, read no further, it contains SPOILERS)
The ENDINGS might’ve been funny and good but, when you think about it, those ending were a bit… bad in a way for both you and Mark…
META ENDING When you agreed to marry Mark, you find out that it was all an act and none of it was even real. Hell, Mark even mocks you for it. Who in the world would marry someone on the first date, especially to a guy like that? Does that get you down? And notice what Mark said, he said he could’ve been bigger than this but he was stuck doing shit like this.
I PLANNED SO MUCH When you decline the marriage, Mark tries desperately to convince you to say yes, but to no avail, you can see how crushed he was and he leaves heartbroken. ouch.
VANILLA After being alone with Dark, (that’s if you chose HORROR, of course) Mark manages to break free from his grip but you have to choose between who’s the real Mark. LEFT or RIGHT. You chose wisely and Mark takes you to get ice cream. Oh, but that’s the best possible ending out of all of them, right? I don’t think so… I don’t think that was the last we seen of Dark. Did you notice that your vision start to change? It was like he was still nearby. It was either because you were traumatized or… you let Dark in your mind.
CHOCOLATE After being alone with Dark, Mark manages to break free from his grip but you have to choose between who’s the real Mark. LEFT or RIGHT. You chose… unwisely… killing the real Mark instead. Now you’re stuck with Dark… forever…
PEANUTBUTTER BLUES After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden a nuclear explosion happens. Killing all of your friends, family, you name it. But it’s a good thing Mark brought a basket with PBJ, somehow? That’s great, just the two of us… but little did the two of you know, the nuclear explosion mutated Mark into, like, be super allergic to peanut butter, killing him before he could even shit it out…and then he shat it out. This crushed you deeply. Nothing could ever make you happy ever again.
TUNA TRIUMPH After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden a nuclear explosion happens. Killing all of your friends, family, you name it. But it’s a good thing Mark brought a basket with Tuna, don’t know how… And the two of you fight against anything that comes your way! Y’all also have a Tuna farm…
After not paying for dinner and try to ATTACK your way out of a van, you and Mark find yourself in the middle of no where. You spot something SHINY and want to investigate. When Mark inspects the object, the two of you get taken by a UFO. You watch as Mark gets (possibly) probed by Aliens…
THE BIG DIG
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices, you PICK LOCK or DIG. You fucking made an unwise decision and now you’re watching him graze the floor with ASPOONFOR HOURS!!!! TRUE HELL!!!
MARK DED AF
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you
are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices,
you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed, despite no experience like he told you. Trying to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT UP. He fucking dies before time can even breathe.
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you
are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices,
you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed, despite telling you he had no experience. Trying to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT UP.
But you think it’s best to STAY TOGETHER. The Cook finds and attacks you. Mark tells you to use the controller to defeat him and he explodes. You and Mark finally find the EXIT but you wanted to stay and find MORE? You stay and explore more about the place. As you do so, you meet Warfstache, asking you it was worth finding this end and warning you about how shocking the ending may be.You go along and you find out… you were Chica (Mark’s dog) the whole time…
After not paying for dinner and tell Mark DON’T ATTACK, the two of you
are locked away to be served for dinner. You are left with two choices,
you PICK LOCK or DIG. He manages to unlock the cage in an break neck speed. Trying
to find a more quicker way to find an exit, Mark says you should SPLIT
But you think it’s best to STAY TOGETHER. The Cook finds and attacks
you. Mark tells you to use the controller to defeat him and he explodes.
You and Mark find the EXIT and the two of you are now finally… you see an evil smirk and you find yourself back in the cage… trying to find a way out…
Now all of these ending were… a bit bazaar, right? But what if Dark had a hand in all of the endings?
(I’ll make a part 2 of this later, this is a bit too long *cough*)
Nero and his alpha mate, Ago Aapeli, a chocobo rancher.
The first time he meets him, one of the chocobos had gotten loose and approaches a wandering Nero, his princess charm working it’s magic and all. Nero finds the bird’s tags that mark its owner, and sets out to find the chocobo’s home. He rides the chocobo until they near the ranch, at which point the bird breaks into a sprint at the sound of the dinner bell ringing. Nero’s never ridden a chocobo beyond a gentle trot before, and ends up holding on for dear life.
The alpha sees his missing chocobo come running in, a mysterious panicked angel on her back, rushes up to hush the bird, and pets it’s beak as it calms down and ruffles its feathers. He looks up to Nero, the prince staring down all starry eyed, with some strands from his braid having fallen loose.
This is Goldie, a 42 year old quarter horse who lives at the rescue i work at. He is perfectly healthy save for a bit of arthritis in his back right. He trots in for his breakfast in the morning and his dinner at night and is very active, roaming the farm with free range hay all day.
As pumpkinbites said, old boys can look old (and still be very handsome!)
What a trooper! You go Goldie! I’ve only met one other horse over 40 <3
A sunny day it was in a little happy town, Boris the wolf was playing his music on his clarinet for the sheep. He was sitting by a tree at the top of a hill by his farm watching the sheep in the field. He stopped and looked at his watch.
Boris:“Hm…think it’s about time I run into town for a little while. Maybe buy a snack and say ‘hello’ to some good friends.” He said to himself and he stood up to stretch. He walked down the hill and got into his truck. He drove down a dirt path into town.He stuck his head out the window and waved to those he recognized, and that’s just about everyone. He said 'Good Morning!’ and 'Howdy’ to everyone who walked by and they smiled and waved, some said 'Good Morning’. He parked outside Mr. Ched’s store.The rat who never seemed too happy about anything. Unless it’s money. Boris walked in with his usual bright smile on his face.“G’ morning Mr. Ched!” He said. He was standing by the cash register looking angrily at Boris.
Ched:“Good?! What’s so 'Good’ about it?!” Boris frowned.“I haven’t been getting any customers since this morning!” He took out a cigar and lit it. Boris smiled.
Boris:“No worries there Mr. Ched, I’ve been needing to buy some snacks!” Hearing that made the rat smile.
Ched:“Well then, why didn’t you just say so?” He chuckled.“Have a look around!” Boris did as he was told and looked at the dog bone cookies. He licked his lips and was about to take a few but stopped when he noticed the price.
Boris:“ $20.00 for one bone cookie?”
Ched:“Each!” He laughed. Boris, frowning, took out his wallet and looked to see how much he had. Not enough to buy a cookie. He looked at Ched.
Boris:“Well Mr. Ched I don’t think I can afford to buy any of this if they’re going to cost so much.” Ched glared at him and slammed his hands down on the counter.
Ched:“Then why are ya still here?! Go on GIT OUTTA HERE!” He yelled and Boris took off running back to his truck. He quickly drove off and sighed.
Boris:“Aw well.” He said. The wolf wasn’t much of a fighter unless he needed to be. Unlike most people around the town he was a sweetheart. He was the only wolf in this town that was kind hearted, and the only wolf who lived here. He parked outside of Mrs. Mo’s store and went inside.The old cow was watering some flowers by her window. She looked over at Boris and smiled.
Mo:“Why hello dearie!” She said sweetly. Boris smiled brightly to her.
Boris:“Hello! How’s everything going Mrs. Mo?”
Mo:“Just fine dearie. Do you need anythin’?” She asked.
Boris:“Would you by any chance got any bone cookies?” He asked with a hopeful look. She shook her head.
Mo:“Oh sorry dear, I’m all sold out.” He frowned.“Mr. Ched bought them all.” His ears lowered.
Boris:“Aww.” He said.
Meanwhile somewhere out of town there was a small crack by the dirt road. It began to grow bigger. And bigger. It grew until black ink liquid poured out and a clawed hand was formed. It dug it’s claws in the ground and pulled out a grinning creature. He stood on his hooves and pulled his tail out of the ground. He looked around and in front of him was a large sign. He squinted and frowned.
???:“Little….Happy….Town?” He smirked and began to laugh.“What a dumb name!” He took in a deep breath and spat black ink on it covering the sign completely in ink. He giggled and walked down the dirt road towards the town. “Now…time to cause some good old mischief.” He said to himself. Just then a car drove by and he held out his thumb.The old chicken saw him and he stopped. The creature walked up to him.“Hey Mister! I’m Bendy, I need-”
???:“What?” The old chicken said as he fixed his glasses and looked closer at him.“Speak up sunny! I can’t-OH!” He jumped back startled when he saw the little creature.“DEMOOOON!!” He drove off and made Bendy fall flat on his stomach in mud. He quickly stood up and spat out mud and rocks. He shook the mud off and shot a glare at the car.
Bendy:“WATCH IT YA JERK!” He yelled. He noticed some of his things fell out of the car. He looked through the suitcases and found some gloves and a bow tie. He frowned at them. He looked up and saw another sign. 'Happy friendly people!’ It read, and showed a family wearing gloves and the father wearing a bow tie. Bendy thought about whether or not he was going to wear them. He shrugged.“Ah, what the heck.” He said and put them on. He also noticed they were wearing shoes. Seeing that there were no shoes lying around he formed his hooves to look like shoes. He smiled.“Not bad I guess.” He said to himself. He took off running towards town.
Boris drove through town heading back home. He bought some flowers from Mrs. Mo’s store and some noodles for dinner. He drove past his farm and parked near his house. He got out of his truck and brought in his stuff. He cooked up his noodles and ate before going to bed. He stared at the ceiling lost in thought.
Boris:“Well, good night Boris.” He said with a smile.“Tomorrow’s always a new day.” He said but slowly frowned and his ears lowered. He sighed.
It was dark out when Bendy arrived into town. He grinned brightly and chuckled. Some cars drove by him and he managed to hop onto one of them. He looked around and saw that one store was still open. He hopped off the vehicle and ran inside. He sniffed the air and licked his lips. He saw Mr. Ched changing the prices to being much higher. He chuckled to himself while doing so. Bendy rolled his eyes and saw some snacks up front. He walked over and took a candy bar. He opened it and began to eat.
Bendy:“Mm! Not bad.” He ate it all and took another.
“Ahem.” Bendy looked up and saw the rat looking down on him with a smile.
Ched:“Excuse me sir, do you plan on buying those?” He asked.
Bendy:“Well let’s see.” He looked at the price.“Ohhh $15.00 huh? Oooohh, yeah, I don’t think so, but uh, can you afford a new shirt?” He asked before he spat ink all over the tall rat. He stumbled backwards and fell on his food knocking over some shells on his head. The little demon began to laugh. He took a few more candy bars and ran out the door. Ched stood up nearly tripping over his own feet trying to wipe the ink off his face. He went outside and shook his fist.
Ched:“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEF!” He yelled angrily. Bendy continued to run until he found another store. One belonging to Mrs. Mo. He slid under the door and looked around. He saw some flowers and sniffed them.
Bendy:“Mmm…” He said and looked around for more sweets. He saw some cakes in the glass at the front. He licked his lips and picked out a vanilla and chocolate cake. He took a bites from it before his head was smacked into the cake by a broom. Mrs. Mo stood over him with a fearful look in her eyes.
Mo:“Go on now git! Ya hear? Get out!” She swung the broom around and he dodged her attacks. He was about to leave but she smacked his head off his shoulders and it bounced around the store. He screamed as his head bounced around until it landed in one of the other cakes. His eyes spun around. Mrs. Mo gave one look at him and she fainted. His body searched around for his head. He whistled.
Bendy:“Hey stupid! Over here!” He called out. His body walked towards him.“That’s right, keep going this way. Warmer…..warmer.” His hands touched his face and picked up his head placing it back on his body.“There!” He looked at Mrs. Mo and smirked. He drew a mustache and glasses on her face. He giggled and left the store. He ran through the town causing more mischief and leaving ink where ever he went.
I wrote the backstory for a fighter I hope to play at some point, based off of this image from Pathfinder.
Born to a carpenter and a mason, Inke was the only child and her parents adored her. Their town was not the largest, it sat on the border of two great nations, so occasionally travelers would come through telling stories of lands close and far and Inke played pretend at a life of adventure. Life was uneventful yet wholesome, she learned the values of hard work and commitment as she helped her parents with their labors and around the house.
In her seventh year war, began to stir between the two great nations. And, for a time, the war remained afar, in distant lands beyond the hills and forests that were Inke’s world. When soldiers began to pass through the town, stories circulated that the war was drawing nearer. At first, it meant good work for her parents as they repaired supply wagons, provided stone for the garrisons and outposts.
When a garrison was established on the edge of the town, Inke spent time playing near it as her parents worked. She became a regular feature of the garrison, making friends with the soldiers, hearing their stories, idealizing the life of a soldier. She thought it was like the stories her grandmother and the adventurers had used to tell her. She would pretend to spar with the soldiers, follow them around, and salute officers who would pat her on the shoulder and send her on her way.
When her mother passed away from a fever that swept through the town, her father floundered. He began to drink, staying out long into the night. It was not uncommon for Inke to find her father passed out in the entryway to their small home, she would wrap him in a blanket and move him to his bed. Tend his scrapes and alchohol fevers with a cold cloth. Yet as the sun rose, he would struggle through his hangover, over thin porridge that Inke would serve up in battered tin bowls, and make his way to the woodshop next to the garrison for another day of repairing wagons and other industries of war.
As the years passed and the war grew ever closer, refugees flooded the town, bringing with them desparation and a hopelessness Inke had never seen before. Food shortages began as farmer’s lands were burned. Inke spent her days now amongst the soldiers, running errands to earn coin, following along with their training, heading home only after dark to await her father stumbling in.
When the war arrived, she was sixteen. Her father, now barely able to conduct the labors which he had practiced his entire life for tremors now shook his hands, spent most of his days at home. Inke no longer played at training or sparring, as she had spent nearly a decade beside soldiers as they trained, went to the front lines and died, or worse, returned broken. When she enlisted, none of the officers at the garrison were surprised, for she could best any of the soldiers that came to fill their ranks. She saw that her pay went to her father, gave him a small purse of coin that she had saved over the years, and sent him away to the towns far to the south, away from the front lines.
The war lasted another three years. Every march to a front line a march towards death, every battle with the enemy a battle to see the light within darkness, every companion laid to rest another restless night wondering if it was the last. Her compatriots nicknamed her Break, for when the enemies surged through their trenches, they would break upon her pole-arm or axe and shield and she would not.
When the war ended, Inke survived.
Inke stayed with her squad for another six months, trying to figure out life on the other side of the war. Looking upon her squad, all she could see were the missing faces, all she could hear in the orders were the ghosts of those who came before.
She left the army, the war never left her.
At first she traveled south to the many farming towns in hopes to find her father. Town after town came up empty, when she found herself in a small travelers inn amongst a quiet farming village. Thinking her hopes lost, she bought a meal and drink eating slowly as she tumbled her dice slowly on the table.
Dining alone, a fellow patron began to chat her up. A farmer in his middle years whom she at first attempted to push away, but as conversation turned to her and she mentioned her search for her father, the farmer paused. He mentioned that there had been a old carpenter matching her fathers description who had moved to a nearby village a few years past. He lived on the edge of town with a younger couple, helping them around their farm. It’d been a while since he’d been out that way, but suggested that she seek it out. Without even finishing the dinner she thanked the farmer, and left.
She rushed through the night, the years falling away as she thought of seeing her father once more. There in the distance, the small light of a farmhouse grew larger and larger. As she pounded up the steps, startling the young couple just cleaning up from dinner, she stood, breathless. The farmers came out cautiously, the young man brandishing a battered shortsword she recognized instantly, her fathers sword. She clutched at the blade, pulling it from the farmers grasp.
She held it.
When the farmer placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, tears obscured her vision, “Idrus, he was your father, I can see it in your face.” The sword clattered.
Leading Inke into the small farmhouse, they sat for a while, talking while Inke listened.
Her father had made his way to the village three years ago, much of his coin had purchased him passage on a boat down the river. Arriving in the village, he at first attempted to open up a woodshop, but there wasn’t enough business as most of the farm hands knew enough to not need his services. Plus his hands shook and he drank too much. When their cart broke outside of the village and he rode by on an old mule, perhaps to the next village perhaps just into the woods to die, he stopped. Lent aid, repairing the cart, at least enough to make it back to their farmhouse he had said. He refused any coin. Managing to persuade him to at least join them for dinner, as their farm was the way he was headed and the roads were dangerous at night, he stayed the night. In the morning, they found him slowly but diligently repairing their cart.
He stayed for two years when the years and labors finally caught up with him. They found him in the morning, sitting in his a chair by the fire, breathing no more. They buried him, not far on the edge of the fields.
In the morning, they served a thin porridge for breakfast and walked her out to the small stone that sat before the edge of the forest. She sat till the sun crested high above her, holding the shortsword, staring at the stone.
When she left, the stone bore a simple mark, carved crudely.
Current fit goals: lose body fat and increase athleticism 💪
-2 apple cinnamon rice cakes
-2tbsp powdered peanut butter
-½ cup strawberry slices
-drizzle of Walden Farms Calorie Free caramel dipping sauce
-2 cups chopped romaine
-½ cup chopped tomato
-½ cup cucumber slices
-1 shredded carrot
-1 cup black beans
-Walden Farms Calorie Free Chipotle Ranch dressing
-2 homemade falafel patties
-baked potato fries
-1 cup spinach
-1 cup chopped cucumber
-½ cup diced tomato
-half of a small Hass avocado
-granny smith apple cut into slices w/ Walden Farms caramel sauce
-apple cinnamon rice cake w/2tbsp powdered peanut butter & a sprinkle of cinnamon
-1 cup sliced strawberries, ¼ cup blackberries, 1tbsp of 5 calorie agave syrup, sprinkle of cinnamon
-I did not hit my goal protein intake so I ate more carbs. I probably won’t hit my goal protein intake until I get my vegan protein powder (hurry up Amazon!)
-Walden Farms seriously saves my life.
-I also take about 3 homemade diet pills a day hmu if you want the recipe.
IN WHICH SID IS BOOTYLICIOUS AND GENO IS SUPER READY FOR HIS JELLY - anon submission
Zhenya is sure he’s in purgatory. Forced to stare at his personal heaven but never allowed to have it. Well, that’s kind of dramatic. But so is Sid’s ass.
Zhenya thought he would be the one surprising Sid tonight, but fuuuuck- the suit he’s wearing has left Zhenya breathless and gagging for it.
He’d finally managed to convince Sid to let him take him out for dinner, and had proceeded to use his name left and right to make sure everything was perfect. He’d managed to snag some hard to come by reservations for a popular upscale farm-to-table restaurant, which offered organic and locally sourced ingredients prepared by some up and coming chef. It seemed like a good enough compromise between Zhenya and Sid’s tastes- Zhenya would still get to enjoy himself without making Sid feel like he was cheating on his food plan. The reservations were costing him a decent amount (and he’d promised the owner a signed jersey), but why be a multi-millionaire hockey player if you couldn’t flaunt your wealth occasionally?
The afternoon was crisp, the sun deceptive of the chill, and Zhenya had painstakingly paid attention to detail by taking his most flamboyant car to be cleaned, picking up what Sasha always called his ‘russian james bond’ suit from the dry cleaners, and even stopping for some flowers on his way home.
He’d parked his car in a visitor spot(and made the ‘i’m watching you’ gesture at two kids hanging out on the low wall in front of the neat apartment block), popped a breath mint, grabbed the bouquet and purposefully strode to Sid’s front door. Only to be awestruck by the sight of Sid wrapped in the most beautifully tailored pair of pants he’d ever seen the man wear.
“Hey, G. just a second.” Sid smiled distractedly, hands at his throat as he finished tying his tie (navy to match the navy blue wool of the jacket hanging beside the door). He was stood profile to Zhenya, and Zhenya felt his eyes sweep down the beautiful line of his back, to where Sid’s pants showcased the most perfectly round swell of ass Zhenya had ever seen.
This was not what he had expected. Sid didn’t dress like this. Sid owned suits that seemed to swallow him in fabric, two sizes too big, and much too long in the jacket. Sid wore baggy as fuck track suits, that everyone assumed hid a softer body, or bit of pudge around the middle. But this-. This was a masterpiece of tailoring. An ode to Sid’s ass.
“Are those for me?” Zhenya’s eyes snapped up to Sid’s face, taking in a shy smile causing a sweet little dimple to appear beside his mouth. Zhenya wanted to kiss it. He cleared his throat, mouth suddenly dry.
“Yes. for you” He holds them out, glad he went for some that looked both romantic but not too over the top. Long stemmed blue tulips. “Know is cliche, but think you deserve.” The dimple deepens and Zhenya finds Sid in his space, leaning up to press a dry kiss to cheek as he takes the flowers from him. His eyes close in surprise and Sid’s cologne fills his space.
“Why are you so sweet? I didn’t think you’d be so sweet.” Zhenya must zone out a little bit there, because when he opens his eyes, Sid’s warmth is gone, and so are the flowers. Sid himself is pulling on the jacket, and Zhenya can’t help himself to step forward and run his hands across defined shoulders and down the sweet slope of his back under the guise of helping to smooth out the fabric settles against Sid’s body.
“Just for you, Sid.” Zhenya grins at him, putting gentle pressure at the base of Sid’s spine to encourage him out the door “You need more sweet things in your life. Don’t have enough dessert.”
Sid lets out a adorable honk of laughter- in no way pretty or sexy, just very earnestly Sid- and pushes at Zhenya’s shoulder.
“Shut up! I do eat dessert, I just keep it for cheat days.” He locks and shuts his front door and allows Zhenya to lead him to where the car is parked
“Mmhmm” Zhenya opens the passenger door for Sid and wiggles his eyebrows
“Some one’s going all out. If I didn’t know any better, i’d think you were trying to impress me.”
Zhenya grins and says nothing
Dinner is fantastic. 12 courses of farm fresh vegetables and in-house smoked and cured meats prepared by someone who clearly loved food and wanted to share the best qualities of each ingredient. Zhenya is warm with a full belly and maybe just a little wine, and he can’t stop smiling across the table at the way Sid’s cheeks are flushed pink.
Their legs are tangled under the table, Zhenya’s calf warm where it’s held between Sid’s, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from stroking at Sid’s fingers where they rest on the stark white tablecloth between every course- not that Sid seems to mind. It didn’t feel like their first proper date (because the sponsor event didn’t count as a real date). It felt comfortable and easy in a way Zhenya’s relationships have never been. But there is still that thread of first date anticipation in the air between them that Zhenya remembers, that makes every second of their night seem more electric.
Zhenya thinks he’s falling in love. Sid is funny and kind and sincere. He loves hockey. He loves kids (he’d had multiple albums on his phone to show Zhenya of his college friends children, and had gushed sweetly about them through two course while Zhenya smiled fondly at him). And best of all, Sid makes the most delicious noises as he eats.
He hadn’t been lying when he had told Zhenya that he did enjoy food, he was just very selective about what he ate. And sitting across from him, Zhenya finds himself turned on to the point of distraction by the way Sid savours and enjoys every bite offered. The way he bites at his lip with slightly too big teeth to hold in moans and groans. The way his eyes flutter closed after a particularly good mouthful.
Sid was beautiful, and ticked every single one of Zhenya’s boxes (including his newly discovered ones), and now he really wanted to see what he looked like spread out on his bedsheets, begging for Zhenya to let him come. Squirming and flushed and sex sweaty and all Zhenya’s to enjoy.
And now dinner was over, the bill payed and owner given his (bribe) jersey and the chef showered in compliments by Sid as Zhenya smiled on fondly. The ride back to Sid’s was spent in comfortable silence, and after a few minutes, stopped at a red light, Sid hesitantly reached across the gearshift to hold Zhenya’s hand where it rested on his thigh. When Zhenya looked across the cabin at him, Sid was staring at the street outside the passenger window, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lip visible. Zhenya squeezed gently and tangled their fingers together.
“Do you want to come in?” Sid bit his lip as he glanced up at Zhenya under his lashes, fishing his keys from his jacket pocket.
“You want me to come in?” Zhenya really wanted to follow him inside and press him against the nearest flat surface, but this was Sid, and he didn’t want to rush him in case it ended badly.
“Yes. Yeah.” Sid cleared his throat, and fiddled with his keys and the lock. “I really, really want you to come in, Geno.”
“Zhenya, call me Zhenya.” Zhenya’s heart felt like it was beating in his throat.
Sid smile back at him widely, pushing the door open and stepping aside.
“Okay, Zhenya. I want you to come inside with me.”