#Hey Len let's go here for our honeymoon~

[carolmunson]

video killed the radio star (rockstar!eddie)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE.  inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc. 

CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL! 

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona.  It was the Leno interview that softened the blow.  “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!”  “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?”  The audience cheers.  “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!”  “And how’re you feeling about it?”  “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.”  You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it – deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen – pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then – 

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress – completely naked. At first, you’re mortified – so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least –  “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.” 

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?”  The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.” 

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.” 

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture.  “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote.  You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just…I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.”  Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig.  “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed. 

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin.  “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.”  You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end.  “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.”  “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?” 

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts.  Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you.  “God, you’re so hot…” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch.   “Are you like – are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you.  “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like…this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.” 

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans.  “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers. 

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.”  You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh.  On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you.  “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it."

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh.  “Yes, so patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles.  “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.” 

He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.”  He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge.  Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon – it was all that and more.   “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance.  “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in.  “Eddie, Ed–oh! Oh god, yes, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him.  “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish.  “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear.  “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over.  “So good, baby,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest.   “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round.  “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.”  You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband. 

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background. 

“That fat fuckin’ ass…” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.”  On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background – his dick now on full display.  “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room.  “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it.  “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you.  “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground.  A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen.  “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.”  You didn’t respond for a second.  “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.” 

“I’m okay, I just–” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.” 

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs.  “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

[btsqualityy]

I been waiting patiently! Thank you Shay! So can I request Spencer and Lennox sneaking way either at their rehearsal dinner or wedding reception to consummate their marriage? There’s a twist (if you want of course) ! They sneak in and Mason and Kinsley walk out! 😈 Thanks again!!!!!

Warning: oral sex, semi-public sex (they're in a bathroom), fingering

"Len, where are we going?" Spencer giggled as Lennox pulled her down a back hallway of the restaurant. Since their wedding was two days away, today was the day that they decided to have the rehearsal dinner.

"Just shush," Lennox said as they continued walking. Once they made it to the bathroom, Lennox took a quick look around before opening the door. However, before he could even step inside, he was face to face with Mason and Kinsley.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Spencer wondered and the blush on Kinsley's face and the smirk on Mason's only confirmed what both Lennox and Spencer already knew.

"At our rehearsal dinner?" Lennox groaned. "Seriously?"

"Don't act like you're not about to go do the same thing," Mason shot back.

"Yeah but we're the ones getting married, we can do that!" Lennox exclaimed.

"Come on Mase, we have to go check on the kids," Kinsley said, winking slyly at Spencer before grabbing Mason's hand and pulling him out of the bathroom. Lennox shut the door behind them, making sure to lock it before turning around to face Spencer.

"So that's what you pulled me in here for?" Spencer wondered, slowly backing up until her butt hit the counter where the sink was. "To defile me before our wedding day?"

"You're damn right," Lennox smirked, stepping closer to her and setting his hands on her waist, picking her up and setting her on the counter. "I've been dying to get my hands on you ever since you came downstairs in this dress." Spencer had put on a silk white dress that draped over her body and only hit the middle of her thigh, so it was pretty risque.

"Well, you have me here all alone," she smiled. "Do what you wish."

"Oh, don't tempt me baby," he huffed before smashing his lips onto hers. The kiss quickly became messy, their tongues sliding together as Lennox rutted against her open legs.

"Fuck, I have to taste you," he announced suddenly as he pulled away, getting down on his knees so that he was face to face with her crotch. He lifted her dress up, his cock becoming hard at the sight of her G-string. He didn't waste any time in pulling the piece of fabric to the side, holding it against her inner thigh before diving in and sucking her clit into his mouth.

"Ohh fuck," Spencer drawled, relaxing back against the mirror as she reached down and tangled her fingers in Lennox's hair. "That feels good."

"Tell me how you want me to make you come baby," he whispered in between leaving licks on her clit. "I'll do whatever you want, you know that."

"Give me a finger," she instructed him. "And spit on me. I want it wet."

"I got you," he nodded, sucking his middle finger into his mouth for a few seconds before taking it out and pressing it inside of her. He then gathered more spit in his mouth and spat onto her clit, putting his face back in her pussy to suck on it afterward.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped. "Oh, God yes." She began to grind her hips against his face, her moans becoming high pitched as she felt her orgasm about to crest.

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her free hand flailing around and knocking some things off the counter as she searched for something else to clutch onto.

"You're gonna make me come Lennox, fuck," she moaned, her hips stuttering as her orgasm hit her. Lennox took his mouth off of her but continued to fuck her with his finger, marveling at how her cum coated the digit.

"Look at you, so fucking pretty coming for me," he smirked as he pulled his finger out of her before placing her G-string back in it's correct position and standing up. "Come here baby." He held his finger up and Spencer didn't hesitate to take it into her mouth, sucking her own cum off of his skin.

"What about you?" Spencer asked as she pulled off of his finger. "Let me take care of you."

"You don't have to baby," he chuckled. "I just wanted to eat you out because I've been thinking about it all night."

"But you're hard," she purred as she reached down, palming him through his slacks. "And I wanna come again but this time, while you fuck me."

"We don't have time baby," he smiled. "But I'll talk to Mase about babysitting Knox and I promise, I'll fuck you all night when we get home. Ok?"

"You sure you wanna do that?" Spencer wondered. "You might wanna save something for our honeymoon babe."

"Oh trust me, that's not gonna be an issue," he assured her. "I plan on making sure that you're thoroughly fucked and knocked up again by the time we come back home."

"Lennox!" She squealed, blushing harshly as she smacked his chest.

"Come on, everyone is probably wondering where we are," Lennox said as he grabbed ahold of her waist, helping her down from the counter and fixing her dress on her body. Spencer reached up and smoothed down the pieces of his hair that she had messed up by pulling on it, and Lennox smiled down at her as she did so.

"You know, I'm looking forward to many more quickies with you, Spencer Grace Kim," he said.

"Me too Lennox Blake, and that's Spencer Grace Jung to you buddy," she smiled, moaning lightly when he kissed her.

[delos-mio]

Death of a Bachelor - EPILOGUE

“Fuck, we’re so late!” you sighed as Charles pressed the elevator button for the 15th floor of the downtown high-rise. This photoshoot and interview had been on the books pretty much as soon as you and Logan got back from your honeymoon, so really, there was no good reason to be running this far behind. But, you’d been held up at the hotel putting out small fires that didn’t stop just because you were away from the office.

“Sorry! I know, I know. I don’t know why Cole can’t figure out how to convert anything to a fucking PDF.” Charles had been promoted to office manager and had been doing a spectacular job. You always knew he would be, but when it was finally time to add on those additional responsibilities, he took them on effortlessly. He did still enjoy moonlighting as your personal assistant, even though technically you had hired someone new to do that job. Now when he helped you out, it was as a devoted friend as opposed to paid employee.

“Just…just talk to him tomorrow, please?” you asked, the elevator pinging and doors opening.

“Don’t worry- you can consider it done.”

Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you made your way to the receptionist’s desk. The Forbes HQ was sleek and screamed “wealth”, which you were used to at this point. As you got closer, the curly haired woman stood up from her seat with a bright smile and rounded the desk to greet you.

“Mrs. Delos! We’re so excited to have you here!” She took your hand and gave it a shake.

“Thank you, happy to be here,” you replied, dropping her hand. “But, I actually kept my own last name,” you corrected gently. It was an honest mistake and one that happened often. You’d perfected the polite correction over the last couple months.

“I am SO sorry,” she said with genuine embarrassment. “Truly, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s really ok, dear. It happens all the time.” You waved her off quickly and reassured her it was just fine. “Besides, there are a lot worse things to be called than a Delos, right?” The smile finally returned to her face.

“You’re right about that,” she laughed and visibly let out a breath. “Here, follow me. The rest of your group is just through here.”

You followed her down a hall with double doors at the end. Just as she was about to usher you in, you heard your favorite laugh in the whole wide world. There Logan was, laughing at something Elliot had said, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. You loved it when he let go like that and just enjoyed himself and his company. He was handsome all the time, but he was absolutely breathtaking when he was happy. Logan must have heard the door shut behind you as he opened his eyes and turned to you, a grin plastered on his face. He held out his hand to you, which you were all too happy to take.

“Hey,” you whispered just to him.

“Hi,” Logan breathed back before placing his palm on the small of your back and kissing you with a smile still on his lips. “Glad you made it.”

“I was always going to make it,” you huffed, shoving his shoulder gently. “Sorry for being late.”

“I’m a patient man,” he shrugged.

“No, you’re not,” you laughed and he broke into a grin. “You look extra handsome.”

“Thank you, princess. You look entirely fuckable yourself,” he said in a low voice just for you, his hand wandering down your backside.

“Ugh, ok, enough,” Juliet said with a roll of her eyes. “Can we get this show on the road?”

With that, the photographer came over and started arranging everyone in front of the windows with the New York skyline in the background. Elliot and Emily were directed to stand together back toward the window, Charles placed just next to them. Juliet stood near the middle with John by her side. Finally, the photographer had you stand on Logan’s left side, the two of you front and center. Without prompting, Logan wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close, kissing your temple.

“Can you…sorry. Forbes is looking for more…professional shots…” The photographer attempted to interrupt, but Logan kept his arm around you, only glancing in his direction.

“So, I’m not allowed to kiss my wife?” Wife. You still loved hearing the word fall from his lips.

“I…” the photographer drawled, clearly uncomfortable and unsure how to answer.

“I’m fucking with you. We can behave for an hour, can’t we?” Logan asked you, arching an eyebrow.

“I can. Jury’s still out on you,” you winked. You heard Logan groan that desperate little sound he liked to make in the back of his throat and ignored him, turning to the lens as the camera clicked.

The photo shoot was light and fun. You weren’t really sure what to expect since your experience being professionally photographed was extremely limited. But, Logan was a seasoned pro and never let you out of his grip, quietly encouraging you and fawning as picture after picture was snapped.

“Alright, I think we got what we need. You all did great,” the photographer smiled and set his camera down. “I think Carmen is set up in the other room whenever you’re ready.”

“Have you guys already talked to her?” you asked Emily.

“Yeah, she grabbed all of us before you and Chuck came. I think she’s doing his interview last.”

“Sounds good. How was it? Is she nice?” you asked, nervously thumbing the band on your ring finger, a new habit you’d picked up.

“She was pretty cool, actually,” Elliot shrugged.

“Mostly asked about you two,” John smirked. “Y’know, making sure you’re treating us good and all that.”

“Whatever,” Logan laughed. “You ready, babe?” You nodded and he draped his arm over your shoulder, ushering you into the small side room where a Forbes journalist sat.

“Mr. and Mrs. Delos! Very nice to meet you! I’m Carmen.” She introduced herself and shook your and your husband’s hands.

“Thank you for having us. However, my wife has kept her last name,” Logan said with a charming smile.

“Of course, of course. My apologies. A modern woman- I love it!” Carmen chirped before gesturing you both to take a seat. Logan waited for you to settle in, smooth down the top of your pencil skirt, before taking his seat next to you and placing his arm around you along the back of the couch.

“So, some congratulations are in order! First, congrats on Delos being named one of the Most Innovative Companies. That’s quite an accomplishment for your first year of ownership.”

“Thank you,” Logan said with a small nod.

“Second, congrats on your recent nuptials! Tech’s most eligible bachelor is officially off the market,” Carmen laughed. “Tell me a little bit about your wedding before we get into the meat and potatoes.”

“Well,” you started, “We started planning a kind of big wedding, something that we thought weddings usually looked like. But a couple months into making arrangements, we decided that it wasn’t for us and everything we’d been planning just wasn’t what we wanted. So, we rounded up everyone who was in that photoshoot with us and eloped in Fiji.”

“Wow, that’s quite a 180. And Fiji, that must have been beautiful!” Carmen beamed, clearly caught up in the whimsy of just fucking off impulsively to another country and getting married.

“They’re our family and at the end of the day, everyone else we planned on inviting was just decoration. It was nice just to have the people who mattered there with us,” Logan said, looking at you with a soft smile. “I only cared that my wife walked down to meet me at the end of that isle. Whatever else she did or didn’t want on that day was good with me.”

“That’s so sweet,” Carmen cooed. “Well, I’m very happy for you and marriage looks good on you both.” She took a moment to turn on the recording function on her phone and organize her notes. “So, once you got home, walk me through what happened at Delos. There has obviously been a lot of speculation between the change in ownership, the pivot to Virtual Reality, and the acquisition of other businesses.”

“As you know, John and I bought Delos last year from my father. In that last year, we more or less gutted the whole thing and started new. We kept on Juliet, obviously, and my secretary and that was it. Everyone else was let go. We made sure to bring in talent that was new and fresh and rallied around building Delos back up. My father liked people who said yes to him, and that led to a lot of stagnation both in new ideas and growth for the business. John and I didn’t want that. We wanted to make Delos our own.” Logan had that proud, serious look in his eyes that made you clamp your thighs together just a little bit tighter. “Our vision of the future of Delos required a clean house and staff who were excited and innovative.”

“That’s a bold move. What empowered you to take such a big leap?” Carmen asked.

“Is it corny if I say the woman sitting next to me?” Logan chuckled.

“Oh Christ, stop,” you laughed.

“I mean it though!” Logan looked over at you fondly, his gaze soft before turning back to Carmen. “She has pushed me since the first day we met. And she’s supported me unconditionally all this time. I don’t think I’d have the courage to do half of what we’ve accomplished if I didn’t know I had her behind me.”

“The thing about Logan is that he’s incredibly driven. If he wants to accomplish something, he puts his mind to it and he does it. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” You squeezed above his knee, feeling an incredible swell of pride in your chest. He really had some so far and worked so, so hard in the years you’d been together. It was hard not to feel proud and keep the tears from your eyes. Logan must have sensed what was going through your head because he leaned over to press a quick kiss to your temple, just something light to ground you, remind you he had your back too.

“Once John and I had cleared everyone out, that left us with four employees. Which wasn’t going to work, clearly. But lucky for me, my beautiful wife is also an entrepreneur,” Logan smiled.

“Yes. I’d owned my own marketing firm and really, it just made sense at that point kind of merge the two companies.” You nodded.

“We brought marketing in house and took on her staff and bought her business in exchange for ownership shares. Now, Delos is a three owner operation,” Logan grinned. It was important to both of you that you not work for Logan, but rather with him. “Her old assistant became our office manager and is now in charge of day-to-day operations. My sister and brother in law, Emily and Elliot, moved out to LA from Milwaukee and headed up talent management and recruiting. They helped us fill in the other vacancies left.”

“So, it really is a family affair, huh?” Carmen asked, looking between the two of you.

“I think we’ve both learned how important it is to keep a tight circle of people you can trust. These are people we’ve known our entire lives, that are the very best at what they do, and are unwaveringly loyal.” You looked at Logan, who nodded in agreement. “Saying ‘yes’ to everything and being loyal aren’t the same thing. And I think that’s something that previous ownership never understood.”

“Damn right,” Logan affirmed with a crooked smile, his eyes still trained on you.

“I think ‘power couple’ doesn’t even come close to describing you two! It’s been amazing as someone who watches the market and businesses to see Delos rise from the ashes into this juggernaut that it is today.” Carmen seemed genuinely impressed and a bit enamored by you and Logan.

“It was a lot of long nights and hard work. But we like to think it’s been worth it, right?” You asked Logan.

“It’s all been worth it. Everything.”

---

About a month later, you were curled up on the couch, totally zoning out as an episode of Real Housewives of Potomac played. Sleep was weighing heavy on your eyelids when the front door opened and shut again. Finally, Logan was home which meant you now had your favorite pillow to fall asleep on. You listened to him set down his keys, hang up his jacket in the closet, and grab himself a San Pellegrino before wandering into the living room.

“Happy you’re home,” you said with a sleepy smile, reaching out your arms to beckon him over.  

“Happy to be home,” Logan laughed and took his normal spot in the corner, legs sprawled out on the chaise, and quickly scooped you into his arms. You settled in his lap and gave him a kiss hello, an I missed you kiss, an I’m so happy to see you kiss. “Got a surprise for you,” he murmured against your lips.

“Yeah?” you asked, running your fingers through his dark hair. From over the side of the couch, he pulled out a copy of the newest Forbes magazine with a proud flourish. “Oh lord.”

“Page 71,” he directed, handing it over to you. And sure enough, there you two were, front and center, with every important member of your team, and family, behind you. There was something uncomfortable about seeing your own face on a glossy page, but the picture really was nice of the whole group. Logan radiated confidence and power, his arm securely around you in a way that said I wish you would try to fuck with us.

“It sure is…published,” you laughed.

“You look so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to get this blown up and hang it in the lobby,” he mused, looking over your shoulder at the write up.

“For real?”

“I think it’s a great picture! It should be the first thing anyone sees when they come in the office, don’t you think?” Logan placed a tender kiss on your shoulder.

“I suppose.” You still weren’t entirely convinced, but it was also impossible for you to say no to Logan. You handed the open magazine back to him and let your head rest against his shoulder. “Read it to me?”

“Of course, princess,” he chuckled and raised the article into his line of sight, starting in on the story you knew and lived. Your eyes slipped shut as you let the sound of Logan’s voice and his heartbeat comfort you and lull you into a peaceful sleep.

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[half-bakedboy]

Must I really give you a prompt? Why would you ask so much of me??? I just want some BAMF Maiabelle? 🥺🥺🥺

I have you the most BAMF Maiabelle I could think of because someone inspired me. That someone is you and you know exactly what I mean. 🥺

Warnings for gun violence, a broken bone, stabbing, and a tidbit of murder. But they’re bad guys, so it’s okay??

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“It’s weird without Alec here,” Izzy noted, peaking around one of the many walls that had the target’s home turning into a maze rather quickly. 

“Why is that?” Maia said distractedly, her voice chiming through the earpiece latched solidly in her ear. The sounds of keyboard clicks and metallic clangs echoed through and Izzy could practically see the multitude of screens in front of Maia channeling through the rooms Izzy was passing, searching for danger. She knew he had nothing to worry about with Maia as her guardian angel. 

“Well, for one, he seems to be the one to keep the conversation going with you,” Izzy said with a scoff, wiping a small trail of nervous sweat that had fallen down her forehead. 

“Hey, that’s not true. We have plenty of conversation!” Maia argued before her voice turned professional. “Next room on your right. Two other men and the target. They’re on either side of the door in perfect position for you, beautiful,” Maia flirted, seemingly sensing the annoyance in Izzy’s tone. 

“You only talk to me when there’s something work-related to say,” Izzy complained. It was petty and she knew it, but it was her first mission without Alec - he was too busy on his stupid honeymoon to help his sister out - and it wasn’t like she and Maia were keeping their relationship a secret from anyone. Even if the coms were recorded, a little banter would have been nice to ease the tension she had felt at being mostly alone. 

“Babe, I love you, I really do, but you’re about to walk into a room that contains three men twice your size all pointing guns in your direction. Sorry I don’t wanna fluster you before you face them head on,” Maia responded, the keyboard still clicking rapidly much to Izzy’s dismay. 

“You think you can distract me enough to get me killed? That’s pretty egotistical of you, don’t you think, babe?” Izzy whispered. She grabbed at the weapons on her hips, clicking off the safety of one gun while readying the other for battle. Three men meant at least two guns, though she was pretty sure she only needed one. 

“If you can kill every single one of those men in less than a minute, I’ll be waiting on our bed in nothing but that deep purple lingerie set you bought me for your birthday last year when you get home,” Maia challenged and Izzy perked up at the image that raced through her head. 

“One minute?” Izzy asked as she stepped toward the door, heels clicking menacingly in the otherwise silent home. 

“One minute,” Maia confirmed. “They’re still in their same positions, ready for you even more so now since you refused to wear the quiet shoes today,” Maia chastised which garnered another roll of her eyes from Izzy. 

Without another word, Izzy used one of the heels Maia had judged seconds before to kick open the wooden door. Gunshots resounded through the air, but Izzy was already sliding into the room on her knees, guns aimed at the two men on either side. It only took six bullets to end them and she was face to face with the initial target. She knew his name, but she had learned long ago that remembering it wasn’t in her best interest. 

“I would let you speak, but I only have a few seconds before I miss the chance to see my girlfriend in lingerie,” Izzy said as the man ran at her, a large blade aiming straight for her neck. Izzy fought him off, her wrists blocking each move from the target with perfect precision as Maia kept her up to date with security. 

“Ten seconds, baby,” Maia muttered, excitement in her tone as if she thought Izzy wouldn’t succeed. Just as Maia started her five second countdown, Izzy grabbed a hold of the butt of the knife with one hand and the target’s wrist in the other. She twisted it and with a loud crack, turned it enough so that he was falling into his own blade. 

“Three, two, one,” Izzy finished the countdown before glancing up at the camera she knew Maia had hacked into. She waved and blew a kiss as she cleaned the small amount of blood from her hands. 

“I shouldn’t have told you where they were located. It would’ve taken more than a minute if you weren’t prepared,” Maia argued and to Izzy’s satisfaction, the clicks of the keys had stopped. 

“You would never send me into a room blind, Maia. You’re too good at your job for that,” Izzy countered as she reached for her discarded guns and holstered them on her hips. 

“I love you too much to let you die, you mean,” Maia stated gruffly. Izzy could easily imagine the way Maia crossed her arms over her chest and the pout that definitely formed on her face at losing. They were both competitive, but with each other, it was downright dangerous. 

“I love you, too. I’ll see you in an hour,” Izzy said with a wink at the camera. She grabbed the knife from the target’s stomach and catapulted it at the lens before taking out her earpiece. She wasn’t trying to piss Maia off, but a heated girlfriend meant that home would be that much more fun. 

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[lady-divine-writes]

Coldflash - “Far from Helpful” (Rated PG13)

After a blast meant for Leonard Snart knocks Barry out cold and wipes his memory, Len follows the team back to STAR Labs to make sure he's alright. Of course, not being entirely welcome, he has to sneak in. But after one small slip of the tongue, Len might find himself watching over Barry permanently. (2359 words)

Written for @sparroet

Notes:  This is the first iteration of the story I wrote for @coldflashweeks Valentine’s exchange 2019 prompt - Barry suffers a permanent injury that affects his work as Flash and Len helps him to work out where to go next. Warning for a serious injury involving blood.

Read on AO3.

“Hey, Red. I’m telling ya, we have to stop meeting like this,” Len says in a low voice, gruff from barking orders that didn’t matter worth dick since no one listened to him anyway. If they had, maybe Barry wouldn’t be lying on a gurney down in the med center of STAR Labs, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Maybe he wouldn’t have had the ever-loving shit beat out of him … again. Even the fights Barry does win usually end up with him getting bashed in the head or kicked in the stomach.

Just because he has the power to super heal doesn’t erase the fact that Barry Allen gets beat up a lot.

Len is also a bit worse for the wear – a gash on his right cheek that might require stitches, a blackened left eye, an arm he’d thought was broken wrapped tight in an ACE bandage. But that’s nothing compared to what happened to Barry – slammed in the gut by a high-intensity photon blast that was meant for Len and thrown over two hundred feet straight up. Had Barry come back down the way he went, Len might have been able to break his fall, plus his whole body in the process. But Barry had traveled, and Len abandoned the fight, abandoned his team, to go on the search. Halfway out of town, Len found Barry skewered on an iron fence post, the spear-like tip protruding from his chest and covered in blood. When Len saw him - bent impossibly backward with arms and legs limp - his heart stopped.

He thought his boy was dead this time for sure.

Then along came Cisco and Caitlin, and boy, do they have a convenient sense of timing. They had nothing to do with Len finding Barry, but they sure did rush in and scoop him up as if he was theirs and theirs alone. They barely gave Len a thank you, barely looked him in the eyes.

When it comes to him, Len has discovered, even when he’s fighting on their side, they don’t consider him on their side.

Perhaps that’s the way it should stay.

Caitlin did take a second to check out Len’s arm and wrap it up, but that was a consolation prize. A token.

The literal least they could do.

But it was also a message. In their eyes, it made them square. Now Len’s job was over, and it would be best for everyone if he stepped back and left Barry alone.

Right. Like that was going to happen.

Caitlin and Cisco packed Barry up in their ‘Flash-mobile’ and left Len alone out in the middle of nowhere, probably all sorts of assured that he wouldn’t make it back to STAR Labs anytime soon.

And, as usual, they were wrong.

Not only was he fifteen minutes behind them the whole time thanks to his newest acquisition – a beat-up old Indian motorcycle he’d spied quietly rusting in an otherwise vacant driveway on his way out of town – but he’d managed to let himself into STAR Labs super slick and steal away into Barry’s room the second the Wonder Twins ducked out. Sure they’ll be watching Barry like a hawk so of course they’ll find him, but now that he’s in, he’d like to see them try and kick him out.

Len gives Barry a once over, head shaking with disgust and disappointment.

And guilt.

Barry looks okay. Aside from a few scratches, he’s the same as always … on the outside. From what Len could make out while Caitlin and Cisco were talking, the blast scrambled Barry’s brain like an omelet, hence his constant waking up and knocking out. From the times they were able to talk to him, Barry didn’t know his name, didn’t know where he was, who they were, or that he was The Flash. They hooked him up to a dozen or so machines monitoring his brain waves, his temporal lobes and whatnot, but when he finally comes to for longer than a minute, they have no idea what he’ll remember.

Or if the memories he’s lost will ever come back.

They also can’t tell with absolute certainty if Barry is still a meta. The blast doesn’t appear to have eliminated his power to heal, but it slowed it to a crawl. Hence why he’s down here while the net that is the Speed Force sews him back together, albeit at an infuriating rate.

And why it hasn’t worked on his brain? That’s another mystery altogether.

Len moves sections of Barry’s blankets aside to assess the damage for himself. Large hematomas mar Barry’s skin like a battle-scarred landscape. Len’s gaze falls on the blood-stained bandages covering the hole in Barry’s chest and sucks a breath in through his teeth. By rights, any man who sustained an injury like that should be dead. Since that blast was aimed at Len, that means he should be dead right now – dead and gone while a still young and vibrant Barry Allen mourns for all of fifteen minutes the twisted, dysfunctional non-relationship they have, one where Barry constantly reminds Len that there’s good in him as if that means something, and Len spends his nights seething because the good Len wants inside of him is Barry.

“Jesus Christ, you know, you gotta stop taking the blows that I’m supposed to take. When it’s my time, it’s my time. Nothing you can do is going to change that, Red, no matter how good you think I am.”

“Wh-why … do you keep calling me … Red?” a gravelly voice struggles with as Barry turns his head to look Len’s way.

Len shrugs, taking a seat in the chair beside Barry so he won’t have to move anymore. “It’s just a nickname I have for you. That’s all.”

Barry relaxes back into his pillow now that the object of his attention has conveniently moved into view. Eyelids narrowed, he stares at Len, soaking in the particulars of the man in front of him. “Who ... who are you?”

“Who do you think I am?”

“I … I don’t know, but … you seem so familiar.”

“I should. I’m your husband,” Len teases without thinking, sarcasm stepping in when the alternative means revealing too much at an inconvenient time. Why not? It breaks the tension. Barry is more than likely not going to remember this conversation. Besides, Len is dying to see the look on the kid’s face as he tries to comprehend that this tired, filthy, broken old man is his spouse.

And Barry doesn’t disappoint. His head jerks back a hair. His eyes widen. His jaw works around wordless questions.

In short, he looks thoroughly confused by life.

“You … you are?”

“Yup.”

“But … but the doctors that were in here … they didn’t tell me.”

Len pats Barry’s hand. “They don’t like me. I sometimes think they’d like to forget I exist.”

“Oh …” Barry’s eyes dart back and forth, scanning his brain for any nugget of a sliver of a memory of him being married to the man sitting in the chair next to him. Several long seconds tick by. Len watches Barry’s face with an intense curiosity and mild amusement, waiting for his inevitable surrender back into unconsciousness that will herald the end of this charade. Then Len will sit and guard over Barry for as long as he can before his obnoxious wardens return. But Barry doesn’t surrender to sleep. He smiles, an unexpected realization overwhelming him that adds color to his pale cheeks and light to his blank-slate eyes. “Oh … my God! We’re … we’re married?” Barry laughs before Len has a chance to answer. “Wh-what … what lottery did I win to get you?”

A vision of the fight they were in not two hours ago rolls through Len’s brain, how Barry got hit, then flew so hard he blinked out of sight like a cartoon character.

“Let’s just say I swept you off your feet.”

“I thought … I thought it was a dream …” Barry continues. “I didn’t think it could be real.”

Len chuckles, assuming Barry is thinking of that same take-off moment, until he keeps going.

And then Len’s heart stops a second, longer time.

“We met in a theater … didn’t we?”

“I guess you can say that.”

“We had a wedding on the beach … and our honeymoon … camping at the Grand Canyon …” A spark twinkles in Barry’s eyes that Len has never seen. It’s not the lightning that lives inside him, that erupts to mirror his emotions. It’s different – just as supernatural, but more inexplicable. It sends chills down Len’s spine, and that’s something that doesn’t happen too often.

“Ho---honeymoon?” Len’s legs go numb. He turns at the waist, looking for a place to sit until it dawns on him that he’s sitting already.

“Yeah.” Barry’s smile grows and takes a bashful twist. “You and me in a two-person tent on the South Rim, drinking champagne and watching the sun set …”

Voices echo in the hallway. Urgent voices. More than just Cisco and Caitlin. It sounds like Joe might be with them, along with a few other members of the CCPD. Len doesn’t hear what they say, but he has his suspicions that they’re talking about him.

“Shoot!” Len hisses, wishing the oncoming invasion could take a powder for about five minutes so that Barry can finish telling him about that honeymoon. From the shade of red Barry’s cheeks have become, it must have been good. But it would probably be a good idea if he retreats to his favorite air vent for the time being. “Look, kid, I’m going to have to …” He springs out of his seat but Barry grabs his hand with a speed that confirms that yes, he definitely still is a meta.

“Wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I need to bow out for a minute. But don’t worry. I won’t go too far.”

“Go? What … no! Don’t … don’t leave! Please?”

The voices become louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, and Len curses under his breath. Before this little adventure began, weren’t they all allies? On a temporary basis, but playing on the same team? “Barry, I’m sorry, but I have to.”

“Why!?”

Len looks into Barry’s pleading eyes and sighs. Yup, leave it to him to take a joke too far, and now here he is - married to The Flash and sixty seconds away from being locked behind bars.

“Remember those doctors I said don’t like me?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, they’re coming back, and from the sounds of it, they’re bringing the police.”

“But, why does that matter?” Barry scans the room, searching frantically for help. “You’re ... you’re my husband!”

“They may not see it that way.”

“I’ll make them see! Just … wait here and we’ll get this straightened out. Please? Please stay?”

Len opens his mouth, but even though he has to, he can’t say no. He shakes his head, taking a step away, and Barry goes into full blown panic mode.

“They said I could have whatever I wanted! Have whoever I want in here with me! Whatever would make me comfortable! If you’re my husband, then I want you! We’ll tell them that I’m … I’m not staying here without you! I’ll … I’ll get up and leave!” Barry plants his hands on the mattress pad beneath him and tries to sit up. “I swear!”

“Shhh, easy now, kid. Don’t get carried away.” Len puts his hands on Barry’s shoulders and in an instance feels him relax, which makes Len want to punch himself in the throat. He did this – him and his frickin’ inability to not make a joke out of everything. Maybe he and Barry don’t always meet on the same side of the law, but he’d never want anything bad for Barry.

Which is why he keeps his distance on the day to day. If Leonard Snart is anything, he’s bad for Barry.

But for some reason, Barry seems to believe wholeheartedly that he’s married to Leonard Snart. And not just believes it, but has memories of it. But where those memories came from, Len doesn’t know. He didn’t say enough to plant any subliminal thoughts in Barry’s mind, nothing as detailed as a wedding on the beach, or a honeymoon. Where did that all come from? Could it be a side-effect of the memory wipe? Cisco specifically said ‘scrambled Barry’s brains like an omelet’. Those were his exact words. Barry’s mind manufacturing a wedding that never happened sounds like the kind of thing a scrambled brain might do.

Or is there a chance that those thoughts were there in Barry’s mind already? Fantasies hidden that the accident unlocked?

Does Barry, on some level, have feelings for Len that venture outside of the hero-villain dynamic they’ve so masterfully cultivated?

As much as Len would like to investigate that possibility, he can’t. They have a situation here that he doesn’t have an easy fix for.

But maybe he doesn’t want one.

Len knows that this can’t go anywhere but downhill, for him and for Barry. But he also knows he can’t back out on Barry now. Not with those eyes staring at him as if he’s the only thing keeping Barry tethered to planet earth.

No one’s ever looked at him that way, with that level of need. Not even his sister.

It’s also not lost on him that this is the longest Barry has managed to stay awake since he arrived at STAR Labs. That in itself is a reason for Len to stay.

What Len doesn’t know is how the hell he’s going to pull this off.

Make a plan. Execute the plan. Expect the plan to go off the rails. Throw away the plan.

Welp. He seems right about on par.

He squeezes Barry’s hand gently. To his own surprise, he leans forward and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

“All right, Red,” he whispers. “I’ll stay. We’ll … figure this out.”

[freyjaiam]

A sequel to ‘Smitten’

Title: Transfixed  Summary: A night out at the bar reunites Leonard and Sara. And also sparks another unexpected romance. All while Iris sits back and enjoys the show that Ray is completely oblivious to.

Rated: light M Characters: Leonard, Mick, Sara, Laurel, Iris, and Ray Ships: Captain Canary, Canaryfire .

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“What the hell are those?” asked Mick as Ray Palmer came to their table with drinks. Drinks that had a lot of fruit and umbrellas in them. Ray shrugged while placing them on the table. “I’m not drinking those.”

“They’re good!” insisted Ray. “Give them a try.”

“I don’t do girly drinks,” muttered Mick, rising from his spot at the table, going to the bar.

“He doesn’t like me all that much, does he?” asked Ray.

“No one does,” said Leonard. Who then sighed as Ray’s face looked crestfallen. “I’m kidding, Ray. Mick is just a beer guy.” Leonard reached for the drink, plucking out the umbrella as well as the spear of fruit. He took a tentative sip of the drink, a burst of pineapple hitting his tongue, the sweetness almost overbearing. “As am I. So you know.”

“Noted,” said Ray, picking up his spear of fruit, but actually eating it instead of just discarding it. “Thanks again for taking me out. It means a lot. I just don’t know how I’ll manage without Kendra. I... I can’t believe she dumped me for her ex. Why does this always happen to me?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” said Leonard. He was regretting asking Ray out for drinks already. But he was his co-worker. And he’d been depressed, which resulted in sloppy work, which then Leonard had to also answer for. While Ray created state-of-the-art equipment... Leonard did his best to find security flaws in it. Who knew he’d get paid for being a thief? If only his father could see him now. Leonard’s father was currently doing time... A lot of time... For armed robbery. Leonard hated to think what would have become of his life had he followed in his footsteps instead of going to school to get a degree. He’d done it mostly for Lisa... Someone he wanted far, far away from the life of a criminal after his one stint in juvie after his father left him behind to take the fall. 

“Ah, see Haircut?” asked Mick as he came back to the table, beers in hand. “This is what men drink.”

“Hey, I’m fully confident in my sexuality, to drink this drink,” said Ray before taking a sip of his straw. Leonard smirked before also drinking the drink Ray bought. 

“Ah man, Len, you too?” asked Mick, making Leonard shrug. 

“It’s free.”

“Bah, whatever,” said Mick, taking a long drink of his beer, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before pointing at the entrance of the bar. “Ah, the view in here just got much better.”

Leonard looked over his shoulder and he felt a small smirk tug at his lips. There, walking in and looking like she had no cares in the world, was Sara. He hadn’t seen her since the day he’d taken Lisa to the movies. She hadn’t been at the apartment when they’d come back. Leonard had been slightly disappointed. However, he also took his sister’s warning to heart. He’d backed off his desire to see more of her roommate. Of course, he’d also made the mental promise that if she came to him first... All bets would be off. 

As if she knew someone was watching her she looked up. Their gazes met and she smiled, lifting her hand and giving him a little wave. She turned to speak to another blonde who looked somewhat similar to her and another woman with darker skin before heading toward their table. 

“Oh my God she’s coming over,” whispered Ray. 

“Play it cool, Haircut,” muttered Mick. 

“Hey, Leonard!” greeted Sara. 

“Sara. How are you?” he asked, aware of two sets of eyes starting at him. He ignored his friends and instead opted to keep his focus on her instead. She looked stunning in her black, leather pants and blue top that matched her eyes. Her hair was down, slightly curled at the ends, and she just glowed. And he was the moth to her flame, unable to break her gaze. 

“Good. You?”

“Fine.” He motioned to the other women. “Who are you here with?”

“My sister Laurel, who is going through a bad breakup... And our friend Iris.”

“You can join us if you want!” piped up Ray, making Sara look at him. “I’m going through a bad break-up, too.”

“Maybe later. Girls night. You know how it is.”

“I’m Ray, by the way. I work with Leonard. And this is Mick!”

“Ah, Mick, I’ve heard about you from Lisa,” said Sara. 

“And I’ve heard nothing about you. Which a shame,” said Mick, making Sara laugh. 

“She’s Lisa’s roommate,” said Leonard, turning in his seat to face Ray and Mick once more. 

“The one that likes to walk around half naked?” said Mick, making Sara blush slightly. “Lisa’s words. Not mine. She told me a while back about you and Leonard meeting.”

“Yeah, well, I better get back,” said Sara, looking at Leonard once more. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“Same,” said Leonard, and when she was back at her table he kicked out and connected with Mick’s shin. The burly man winced. “Seriously? You had to mention her walking around half-naked?”

“What? Damn, Snart, it was a joke.”

“A bad one!” he said with a glower.

“She’s cute,” said Ray, once again sipping his drink. “You should ask her out.”

“She’s off limits. According to Lisa.”

“In that case...” started Mick, making Leonard point at him. 

“Don’t even think about it.”

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“He’s cute,” commented Iris West as Sara returned to their table. Sara just offered her a smile before they ordered their drinks. When the waitress left, Iris spoke again. “Who was he again?”

“Lisa’s brother.”

“The guy who saw you half naked?” asked Laurel with a quirked brow. 

“What?” asked Iris, nudging Sara. “You never told me that!”

“Well it wasn’t like it was on purpose. I had no idea he was there. I’d just gotten up... From your celebration party might I add... And needed water!”

“And whose fault is that?” asked Laurel with a grin, legs crossing under the table, her heeled foot bobbing slightly. 

“Jack Daniel’s,” said Sara, making the other two women laugh. “Look, we’re here to take Laurel’s mind off of skeevy men, so let’s get back to that!”

“I don’t want to talk about Oliver,” said Laurel. “I just want to have a good night with my girls and not think about that... That-”

“Cheater,” finished Sara and Iris at the same time.

“Exactly,” said Laurel as their drinks arrived. All three ladies clinked their glasses together. “Cheers!”

“So, Sara, how’s school going?” asked Iris. 

“Good. I’m sticking with it. Despite my inner desire to quit,” said Sara. “I only have a semester left. Then hopefully one day I can get my photos published with your articles.”

“I’ve seen your photos,” said Iris. “The Central City Citizen would benefit from your talents.”

“Though, I think that promise I made to myself to see some of the world before settling in one place might still be a thing,” said Sara with a shrug. “We’ll see.”

“Traveling is always fun,” said Iris.

“You and Barry going to travel for your honeymoon?” asked Laurel, who then sighed at the reluctant look on Iris’s face. “Just because I just got out of a relationship doesn’t mean you can’t talk about yours. Barry is a great guy. And we’re happy for you. I’m happy for you, okay? In fact, I’m going to strive to find my own Barry Allen some day.”

“He really is great,” said Iris with a big smile. “And we haven’t talked about honeymoons or anything like that yet. We just now got engaged. We’re going to take it a step at a time.”

“Good for you.”

“What about you, Sara?” asked Iris before looking over at the table Leonard was at. “Seeing anyone?”

“No.” Sara shook her head. “Not at this time.”

“Maybe we should just grow old together. Get some cats...” suggested Laurel.

“Laurel,” said an exasperated Sara. “We talked about this. We’d both get lap dogs and dress them in matching sweaters.”

The girls laughed. 

“Seriously, though, you need to get back out there. Don’t let that tool Oliver deter you from finding love. It’s almost been a month,” said Sara.

“I know.” Laurel grew sad. “Just thought that he felt the same as I did.”

“I know what you need. A good rebound,” said Sara.

“What? No way!” said Laurel with a wave of her hand.

“Why not?” asked Sara as Iris settled back in her chair and sipped her drink. She knew she was in for a show. Sara always had crazy ideas. “I mean, c’mon Laurel, loosen up a bit. Get crazy! How many guys have you even had sex with?”

“Sara! That’s personal!” protested Laurel, frowning at her sister.

“So not that many,” said Sara with a grin, making Laurel groan, hiding her face with her hand. “All I’m saying is.. Have some fun. When the right guy comes along then snatch him up. In the meantime...” Sara started looking around the bar. “Why not enjoy being single for a while?”

“Please don’t try to match me with someone in this bar,” said Laurel, gesturing to the surrounding area.

“What’s wrong with the men here?” asked Sara, looking around. Her face scrunched up as she passed over each table. “Okay, I can see your point. Listen, the reason I chose this bar was for the booze. Half the time I’d pick up women here, anyway.”

“Just forget it,” said Laurel, who then smirked when remembering the table just a few over from theirs. “Though I suppose there is Leonard. He’s cute.” Sara tensed at that. “Unless... You’re interested?”

“What? No. What would you say that?” asked Sara, her denial a clue that she was, indeed, interested. 

“Oh, please, it’s all over your face.” Laurel rolled her eyes. “Here you are getting on me about having fun... And you aren’t doing that yourself.”

“He’s Lisa’s brother...”

“So?” asked Laurel, a challenge to the tone of her voice. 

“Fine!” Sara looked at that table. “If I’m hitting on him then you get the friend.”

“The one who looks like someone kicked his puppy?” asked Laurel. 

“Ray? No. Besides, he doesn’t look like a one-night-stand kinda guy. And that’s what you need, Laurel Lance! Which is why I think you should go for Mick.”

All three women looked toward Mick. He was laughing about something, clapping Ray so hard on the back his drink sloshed out of his glass. Mick himself, proceeded to drink his beer, then slam the bottle down while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“You can’t be serious,” said Laurel, far from amused. 

“What? He’s kinda cute. His body looks amazing. Just because he doesn’t look like one of the pretty boys you usually go after...”

“I don’t always go after pretty boys,” protested Laurel. 

“Well, there was Oliver,” said Sara.

“Tommy,” said Iris. “You had a crush on him for a while before you and Oliver got back together the third time... Wasn’t there a Gavin somewhere in there, too? Or was it Bruce?”

“Fine! I’ll go after him. To prove that I don’t always go after-”

“Spoiled rich boys?” finished Sara. “Who spend more time in front of a mirror than you do?”

“You’re impossible,” muttered Laurel. She pointed to Sara. “I’ll do it on one condition. You have to put the moves on Leonard.”

Sara rolled her eyes before looking over her shoulder at him. She sighed before downing her drink. She slid off her seat and both Laurel and Iris shared a look. 

“This will be interesting,” said Iris.

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“Blondie is on her way over,” said Mick. 

“She is?” Ray looked up and waved. “Hey Sara!”

“Boys...” Sara then looked to Leonard as a new song started. “Wanna dance, Leonard?”

“You go on ahead,” said Leonard, his voice sounding almost seductive as his eyes traveled over her body before snapping back up to her gaze. “I’ll watch.”

“Suit yourself,” she said with a wink before making her way to the dance floor. 

“I’ll dance with-”

“Sit your ass down!” said Mick, grabbing Ray by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to his seat.

“But-”

“Trust me, Haircut,” said Mick. “This dance is for Snart. And Snart alone.”

“Huh?” Ray then looked to Sara, who was... Swaying her hips... Letting her hands... Go to certain places... And... Oh. Oh! “Oh...”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” said Mick with a chuckle as Sara looked over her shoulder at Leonard and winked. “I swear to Christ if you don’t go after her... I will!”

“Shut up, Mick,” said Leonard, no real heat to his words, eyes just watching Sara dance. He brought his beer up to his lips and took a long drink. All while enjoying the show she was putting on for him. Some men tried to dance with her but she brushed them off. One looked like he was about to try again, but Sara had said something to him, something that had the man looking slightly nervous before walking away. When the song ended, she walked back to their table. Leonard didn’t even protest when she easily slid onto his lap, snagging his beer for a quick drink herself. “I was drinking that.”

“Were you?” she asked with a toss of her head. “Sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

It was then that Ray choked a little on his drink, having Sara look at him in slight amusement. “Sorry... Went down the wrong pipe.”

“Uh huh,” said Sara. 

“You’re impossible,” grunted Mick, standing from his chair and grabbing Ray to stand as well. “C’mon Haircut. Your turn to buy the drinks.”

“Alone at last,” said Leonard, a slight drawl to his voice that Sara found almost enchanting in a way. 

“Whatever shall we do?” she asked, looking to be thinking about it, twisting a strand of hair in her fingers. 

“Oh...” His voice dropped down a few octaves, and his hand settled at her lower back. “I can think of a few things.”

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“Wow. That’s impressive,” said Iris, watching as Sara slid onto Leonard’s lap. 

“She makes it look so easy,” groaned Laurel. 

“Well?” Iris pointed toward the bar where Mick was standing with Ray after escaping the table where Sara was now trailing her hand up and down Leonard’s chest. “Your turn.”

“Think I can just slip out without her noticing?” asked Laurel. 

“Normally I’m on your side, but this time?” Iris shrugged. “What’s the harm? As Sara said... He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who’s looking for a relationship. Go have some fun. Take the walk of shame in the morning. Just, you know, text me later so that I know you didn’t go home with a serial killer.”

“That isn’t funny,” said Laurel, sighing. “Wish me luck.”

“Laurel...” Laurel looked at Iris. “You good?”

“Yeah.” Laurel slid off her seat, straightening her shoulders. “I’m good.”

She steadied herself on her black pumps and pulled down her dress a little. It suddenly felt tighter. She lifted her chin and walked to the bar. She stood on the other side of Mick and swallowed down her nerves before turning toward him. She tapped his shoulder lightly and he twisted around to stare at her. Being in her heels had her standing a little taller and gave her a bit more confidence to say what she was about to say. 

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said. She licked her lips, slightly nervous still, and his eyes flicked down toward her mouth before slowly moving up to her eyes again. She canted her head to the side, reaching up and letting her hand settle over his. He looked at their hands then chuckled lightly before looking at her again. She just quirked an eyebrow. 

“Hey, Haircut. I’m gunna take off,” he said, gaze still locked with Laurel’s. 

“Wait, what?” asked Ray.

“Have Snart take you home,” said Mick, reaching up to drape an arm over Laurel’s shoulders. To her credit, she didn’t tense. The warmth was almost comforting in a way. He guided her toward the door. Laurel looked to Sara, who managed to glance her way and shoot her a thumbs up. Laurel brought her arm around Mick’s waist and together they walked out the door. 

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“He’s a good guy, right?” asked Sara, watching her sister leave. 

“Mick? Sure,” said Leonard. He saw the worry in Sara’s eyes and he felt the need to reassure her. “Known him since I was a kid. Had a rough start but turned out okay. He’s a firefighter.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. Don’t worry.”

“She’s my sister. Hard not to.”

Leonard nodded at that. “I know what that’s like.”

“I put her up to it,” said Sara, shifting in his lap. “Just like she told me to finally put the moves on you.”

“Is that so?” he asked, now amused. 

“Mhm,” she said with a smile before leaning in, ready to kiss him for the first time.

“Guys!” complained Ray, taking his seat again. “Mick left us!”

Leonard sighed and Sara laughed before looking to Ray. 

“Not now, Ray,” said Leonard. 

“He’s pretty drunk,” said Sara. 

“You think I’m pretty? Awe, thanks!” said Ray, beaming, making Sara laugh before sliding off of Leonard’s lap. 

“Maybe I should go so you can get your friend home.”

“I’ll call him a cab,” said Leonard. 

“I still have my friend over at the other table,” said Sara, before reaching out her hand. “How about I give you my number? We can... Continue this another time?” Leonard handed her his phone and she put her number in before handing the phone back. She then leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft and yet still filled with promise. She pulled away slowly, then winked before heading back to Iris. 

“I hate you,” said Leonard to Ray, watching Sara walk away. 

“But you said I was pretty!”

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The nerves were back. Laurel felt them increase with each step she took. He said his place wasn’t far. His arm was still around her. She could smell his cologne; mixed with the cheap beer he’d been drinking. There was still a small part of her who wanted to walk away, apologize to him for leading him on, and be on her merry way back to her apartment. Alone. Dressed in her comfortable pajamas with TV remote in hand. 

“This is it,” he said, slowing in front of a brick building. She just nodded, following him up the steps. He dug in his pocket for his keys, unlocking the security door, removing his arm from her to hold the door open. He looked at her once more, as if studying her reaction still, and he gestured forward. “Well? You in or out?”

“In,” she said, walking through. She followed him up three flights of stairs. He opened the corner apartment and she entered. The place was dark. He dropped his keys on a table and she’d barely put her clutch down before his hands were at her waist. She brought her hands up to his chest and tilted her head up as he leaned down to kiss her for the first time. She sighed into the kiss, a jolt of desire traveling from her stomach down to between her legs. She kicked off her heels and pulled off his jacket at the same time. 

“You look hot as hell in this dress by the way,” he said, hands trailing up her body. 

“Thanks.”

She kissed him again and he chuckled against her lips before returning the kiss. One of his hands wound up in her hair while the other trailed from her bottom up to her upper back, then back down. Slowly he guided her to his bedroom, as if knowing she was still slightly skittish, giving her enough time to change her mind. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it upwards. He helped her out and tossed his shirt to the floor before entering his room. He fought the urge to shiver as her hands trailed over the scarred skin of his chest.

“Fire,” he said, as her touch turned almost questioning. “Not from the job, though.”

“Job?” she asked.

“Firefighter.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t ask any more questions. Just sealed her mouth back over his again. He groaned as her hands moved confidently up and down his muscled back. His wandering hands found the clasp of her dress. He undid it, then trailed the zipper down until the dress fell and pooled at her feet. 

“Damn you’re beautiful,” he said, hands transitioning toward her back where her black, strapless bra was clasped. 

“Not so bad yourself,” she answered, hands going to his belt, ignoring that flutter hear her heart when he’d called her beautiful. This was a one night stand. She refused to get attached. 

It wasn’t long before both were standing there. Naked. She took the first step to the bed, laying down on it. He followed her, still just kissing her, cupping her breasts. His dick was hard as a rock when her hand wrapped around it and he groaned. He pressed a kiss to her lips before kissing down her body. When the black furball that was his cat jumped up to the bed he sighed in annoyance. 

“Not now, Diddles,” he muttered, shooing the cat away. 

“Diddles?” asked Laurel, laughing softly. 

“Yeah. Damn cat. Scram!” All the cat did was meow, before settling down at Laurel’s side. Laurel laughed once more, giving into the urge to pet the cat that had a piece of its ear missing and some missing spots of fur. “This is what I get for saving your ass from a fire? Cock-blocked?”

“You saved her from a fire?” asked Laurel as the cat purred loudly from her scratches.

“Uh, yeah, no one in the apartment complex claimed her so...” He shrugged. Then picked up Diddles and placed her on the floor. The cat yowled her displeasure before slinking away. He then looked down at the hot blonde who he internally labeled as a woman way out of his league. Hair fanned out on his pillow body open for his touch... She was a wet dream. All he wanted to do was get his cock inside her and lose himself for the night.  “Now where were we?”

“Right about here,” she said, taking his hand, pulling him back down on top of her.

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Sara and Iris had finished one more drink before leaving. Leonard and Ray had left before them. Sara had to admit she’d been slightly disappointed that her night with Leonard had been cut short. When she got home she changed into her sweats and a t-shirt. When she crawled into bed her phone buzzed. She smiled when she saw the text from Leonard. 

Can I come up?

She answered yes before rushing to the door. She opened it when he knocked softly. She didn’t give him any time to talk. She pressed her lips to his, aware of his hands trailing up her body. She moaned as his hands met her bare breasts beneath her top. 

“Lisa here?”

“No.”

“Good.”

She grinned before gripping the hem of his shirt, pulling him toward her room, closing the door behind them with a giggle. 

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She’d fallen asleep. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Laurel eased out of bed, giving the cat that’d curled around her legs a simple pet before searching for her clothes. She found them, neatly folded, on top of a dresser. She bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling but lost the battle before slipping her clothes on from the night before. Her shoes were out in the main room so she opened the bedroom door to find them. Immediately the smell of coffee hit her nose and she sighed while following it out to the main room. She paused when seeing a bathroom and entered in there instead. The room had a damp feel to it. He’d taken a shower. She flicked on the light and wiped the mirror. She scowled at her reflection before starting the water. She found a washcloth, making sure it was a darker colored one so her make up wouldn’t stain it, and scrubbed her face with it. She combed her fingers through her hair then exited the room. It didn’t take her long to realize she was alone in the apartment. She found a note taped to the door. 

Help yourself to coffee before you go. Had an early shift. Didn’t want to wake you. -Mick

She really should go. But the coffee smelled amazing. So she helped herself. Using the cup set aside for her. She found her clutch and pulled her hair up in a tie before checking her phone. No messages, but she texted both Iris and Sara to let them know she was fine. She then enjoyed the silence while drinking her coffee near the sink. The cat hopped up on the counter sometime later, begging for pets. Laurel gave in easily to give the feline attention. 

“I can’t believe he named you Diddles.”

She finished her coffee, slipped on her shoes, then grabbed her clutch. She hesitated for a minute before grabbing a pen out of her bag to write beneath his message on the same piece of paper. 

515-555-6109 - Laurel

“So much for one night stands, huh, Diddles?” asked Laurel before opened the door and closing it behind her after locking the knob lock only. She exited the apartment with a slight wince, missing her sunglasses, before hailing a cab to take back to her apartment. 

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“Lisa is going to kill us,” said Sara.

“She can try. I like our odds against her,” answered Leonard. 

“Hm...” She closed her eyes as his hand trailed up and down her bare back. “Do you need to leave soon?”

“Trying to get rid of me, Lance?”

“No. Just hoping you don’t have to work today.”

“It’s Sunday. So no. I’m free.”

“We could spend the whole day in bed.” Both tensed at the sound of the door opening and closing. “Yeah. I like that idea.”

Leonard chuckled before shifting in the bed so that he could lean down to kiss her. Morning breath be damned. Sara kissed him back, shifting against him, the covers falling from the both of them... They stilled at the knock on Sara’s door. 

“Hey Sara?” asked Lisa.

“Yeah?”  

“When you and my dork of a brother are done in there, I’d like to talk to you both,” said Lisa. 

“Busted,” said Leonard with a grin, making Sara groan. 

“Great.”

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“So believe it or not, Lisa was totally cool about it,” said Sara before taking a bite of her pasta. She was having dinner with her sister at her place. Sara had to admit that she loved having her sister so close. They’d fought a lot when they were younger, but now... Sara depended on Laurel a lot. 

“That’s good.”

“So how did your night go?” asked Sara. 

“Really well,” said Laurel.

“You’re blushing! Damn. It must’ve been good!”

“Great,” corrected Laurel, taking a sip of her wine then attacking her own plate of pasta. She chewed her food, swallowed, then frowned. “I did leave my number. He... Hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”

“Oh. Sorry, Laurel.”

Laurel shrugged. “To be honest. It started off as a one-night stand anyway. It’s okay. Maybe its for the best. Like you said... It’s good to be single for a while. It’ll help me get some much needed perspective. But I’m glad you and Leonard are doing well.”

“He asked me out for a date tomorrow.” Sara smiled. “He makes me happy.”

“Good,” said Laurel with a smile just as her phone vibrated on the table. She glanced down and saw the unknown number. She pressed to read the message and smiled. 

Worked a double. Was so damn tired I didn’t see your note until now. What are you up to tomorrow night?

END

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“Did you ever think that we would get to live something like this?” Sara suddenly asked; taking Leonard in surprise. Lost in his own thoughts he turned to face the woman and a small smile appeared on his face.

“No… I didn’t.” He answered sincerely; fingers lacing with hers as Sara decided that her husband’s chest was a much better place to rest than the couch. “Not in a million years.”

She looked up at him; eyes filled with so much love that it made his chest tighten and that ethereal glow she had these past months, and she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips that felt just like it did the first time they had kissed. They were still soft and back then; it was the only soft thing Sara found on Captain Cold. But she soon came to realize that under that façade there was truly a remarkable man; and a man she felt hopelessly in love with.  

“I love you, Len.” She told him and her hand touched the man’s cheek; not even noticing the few new lines that had appeared on his face. She never did anyway; age didn’t matter, just as gender didn’t either, and when it came to her husband… she always found him the most handsome person against any competition.

“And I love you, pretty bird.” Leonard’s hand tangled with Sara’s blonde locks; shorter now but still soft and silky and leaned down for another kiss which grew a little more heated. But just as Leonard’s hand traveled inside Sara’s top, almost-

“Daddy, Mommy what are you doing? We’re gonna be late!” The little blonde complained as she walked inside the room and towards the couple who was trying to look presentable.

“Sorry baby, daddy and I were just very very excited.” Sara tried to explain as she pulled her daughter between her and Leonard. The little girl was giving both of them the side eye; courtesy of Leonard and her bright blue eyes; also courtesy of Leonard, slanted from her mother to her father. “Are you ready to go?”

“I made my bag, I got the sandwich daddy made me-.” She explained and then Sara smacked Leonard’s arm much to the little girl’s shock. “Mommy, why are you hitting daddy?”

“Because daddy didn’t give you the sandwich I made you and thought it would be a better idea to make another one without telling me.” She complained with a fake pout; even though her annoyance at her husband was very much real.

“Hey, hey I wouldn’t want my snowflake to get food poisoning on her first day at school.” Leonard tried to justify himself; which apparently made Sara a lot more upset. “I’m sorry, babe but your toast reminded me a little too much of a burnt shoe to let Dinah eat it.”

The little blonde was watching her parents intently; waiting for them to stop bickering so she could finally go to school. Her mother had fixed her hair in two French braids and Dinah herself chose to wear leggings and a shirt instead of a dress; much to Sara’s joy.

And now these two weren’t planning on stopping their arguing any time soon. She knew that they didn’t mean it; mommy was trying not to smile and daddy was talking with that fake-upset voice, which reminded her of how he talks to Uncle Ray and Uncle Nate.

“Mommy, Daddy if you don’t stop I will call Uncle Laurel and Uncle Mick, and tell them to get me to school.” She suddenly announced; jumping off of the couch and getting her small backpack.

Sara looked at Leonard who smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. The nervousness over Dinah’s first day at school was really affecting them even if they didn’t notice at first. They could even bicker about the doormat or what kind of breakfast Dinah would have just to avoid thinking that their little girl was growing up.

“You will be a very evil little girl if you drag your uncle and aunt back from their honeymoon just to drive you to school, you know that miss?” Sara said and lifted Dinah up in her arms as she went to grab her phone and keys.

“Sorry mommy, I didn’t really mean it.” She said and Sara smirked at her daughter mischievously.

“I know you did baby.” Sara pressed a kiss in Dinah’s nose and the little girl squealed and tried to pull away.

“I’ll take her; you don’t need to carry a lot of weight.” Leonard said and took Dinah off of her mother’s firm hold. The little girl welcomed the change as Leonard’s strong arms held her with ease and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m four months pregnant Len, not incapacitated.” Sara said and gestured to the swell of her stomach that was accentuated by the fitting form of her top. “Plus your daughter here has the weight of a feather.” She tickled Dinah’s sides and the girl wrinkled her nose.

“Let’s go!” Dinah cried out and Leonard laughed.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed and steadied his grip in the little girl. “It seems like the bossiness is the genes.”

“Don’t think that I didn’t hear this.” Sara called out from the driveway and Leonard just winked at Dinah.

 They watched as the petite blonde walked inside the big building; the other kids looking like giants next to her. Dinah had gotten her mother’s frame, much to Sara’s disappointment. Perhaps her height and frame made Sara and Leonard think a lot more that she was still a baby. And now… seeing their baby with her school backpack; talking with little Lyla Queen who was hanging by her every word… it was a reality check.

“I feel like it was yesterday that I was holding her in my arms for the first time.” Sara whispered and Leonard; who had pulled his wife close the moment Dinah ran off, pressed a kiss on the crown of Sara’s head.

“Time goes by fast.” He agreed and smiled when he saw that Sara was rubbing her bump. “Now for round two.”

“Yeah, but this one is going to grow up too.” She said with a pout and Leonard actually chuckled.

“Am I sensing a pattern here?” He lifted his eyebrow dramatically and looked at the blonde. “Are you planning on having a new kid every time one goes to school?” Sara thought for a moment before answering.

“Mhmm… Tempting… Our kids will look really cute, but… I really don’t want to buy a mini-van.” She said and both she and Leonard erupted in laughter.

“What’s so funny anyway?” A male voice questioned and Sara smirked immediately.

“Hey Ollie.” She said and pulled the broad-shouldered man in for a quick hug. “And hi Felicity and Robbie.” The toddler that was practically glued to Felicity smiled at Sara and she lifted him up.

“Sara-.” Leonard tried to protest, but as his wife glared at him he realized that he was gonna lost the argument.

“What is happening; are we interrupting something? Are we, I mean we can go!” Felicity started to say; mixing up her words and stopping as soon as Oliver placed his hand protectively on her shoulder.

“Leonard here thinks that because I’m pregnant I can’t lift a toddler.” She said; lifting her eyebrow pointedly at her husband. “He forgot that I am a League trained-.”

“Honey, the kid…” Leonard reminded and Sara stopped; not wanting the small boy to go on and on about a League trained assassin.

“Right; sorry.” She apologized and checked to see if Robbie had actually heard anything. The toddler seemed too distracted by the swaying she had been doing unconsciously and he was actually watching his sister and Dinah talking.

“Funny right; how life used to be something else entirely and we didn’t think we could ever be happy… and how our lives are now.” Oliver observed and Sara smiled softly.

“Yeah; I guess this is true. I’m glad our lives changed; the blood was too much after all that time and now this kind of living… is…” She glanced at Leonard and Dinah and finally her small bump. “different.”

“But different is good.” The man said and got his now-sleeping son from Sara’s arms and let him rest in his.

Sara took Leonard’s hand in his and her fingers grazed the simply wedding band.

She heard her daughter’s laughter in the distance.

“Yeah. Different is good.”

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4 Common Fights Couples Have During The First Year Of Marriage

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4 Common Fights Couples Have During The First Year Of Marriage

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Your partner and you exchanged rings a few days back. You both must be thinking that the tough times are over, now that you both are together. You are more than happy to bask in the newlywed glow for at least a reasonable duration of future which is foreseeable. But if you see through the reality lens, you’ll know that just because it’s the honeymoon phase, it doesn’t mean everything’s going to be smooth sailing.

Everybody swears by to be a great spouse on D-day, but as the wedding cake turns stale and reality begins to kick in — you realize that marriage isn’t as easy as you thought it to be! Because with marriage comes the coming together of two different families, friendships, money and belongings, and pitfalls.

We asked few relationships experts to share with us the common fights that couples tend to face during their first year of marriage. We also asked them about ways with which one could navigate through contentious issues like these. And we’ve put together a ready read for you. Read on!

1. The “Why Aren’t We Having Our Moments?” Fight

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While you were dating, you must have witnessed some really intense intimate moments with your partner. And this must’ve given you the confidence that after your marriage, maintaining the same would be a cakewalk. However, the truth stands that there are many couples who experience a dip in their personal moments with their partner at least during the first year of their marriage.

Experts say that this isn’t an uncommon thing. They say that partners do face issues and are unhappy. Now, the reason behind this could be plenty — you may be surrounded with relatives who don’t let you both have any personal space, the long duration of leaves you took for your marriage must’ve piled up truck loads of work for you.

But, yeah, it’s true that if there is an absence of intimate moments, the emotional and physical distance between the two of you can make you feel rejected (1).

The solution to this is, whenever you witness such falloffs, communication is the key. Talk it out with your partner, try to know what he is feeling. If not a vacation, go for a staycation and gift yourself an intimate vacay. Never collude in silence.

2. The “I’m Fed Up Of Cleaning Up For You” Fight

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One of the major problems that a newlywed couple faces is to figure out a way to divvy up the household chores in a way that will work well for both of them. Handling laundry, cleaning up the kitchen and bathrooms, making dinner, cleaning the dishes — all these needed to be divided among the two equally. This, dear couples, is very essential for the health of your marriage (2).

If the share of these responsibilities falls on just one shoulder, it could lead to build up of resentment and frustration.

And honestly it’s not always the fault of men, there are a good number of women too who often forget to clean up after themselves and it’s their husbands who end up doing it.

The solution here would be to find a formula that works fine with both of you.

3. The “How Do We Manage Our Holidays?” Fight

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Your holidays aren’t yours anymore, they become a shared one along with your partners. And there can be plenty of things you want to do with them. A solo travel, a couple vacation, you might also want to continue the long-standing tradition of visiting a temple during festival, but hey, ultimately, sacrifices of the same need to be made. Yours and your spouse’s family might pressurize you to go visit a temple which is 8 hours away on your holidays. But listen up, you both have created your own family by marrying, and what you both want needs to be above what your extended family wants. Of course, certain rituals cannot be avoided, that’s something you both can never let go off.

4. The “You Can’t Manage Money” Fight

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Money has always been a very thorny object when it comes to couples, and with the newlyweds, it becomes an even more notorious subject. Whether it’s about thinking of expanding your family or buying a new home together, it’s going to be a messy conversation if you’re talking it out for the first time.

While you were dating or living together, you could’ve still managed to hide your finances. But after marriage being transparent about your finances is the best thing to do. Knowledge about both of your financial assets is what will help your partner and you manage all your expenditures well. And you will never have to fight or blame each other over managing expenses.

At the end of the day, honesty, transparency, loyalty, and having the ability to express feelings to each other is what you need to work on as a couple to keep misunderstandings and fights at bay. Which other fight do you think is very common among the newlyweds? Let us know in the comments section.

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WHY DON’T YOU STAY ➝ CLARLENCIA

TAGGING ➝  Clark Berry, Valencia Cortez.

LOCATION ➝ Clark and Valencia’s apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ 4/5, evening.

WARNINGS ➝ Death TW.

NOTES ➝ Len is having trouble dealing with the anniversary of her parents passing and takes it out on Clark.

VALENCIA

Things had been so good lately that today had really snuck up on her. Normally she’d spend some time building up to this kind of mood, but this morning she’d woken up to realize the date and her mood turned sour pretty quickly. It had been 18 years since her parents had passed away and she never seemed to take it any better. She was supposed to be happy right now, moving in with her boyfriend, in love, everything should be good, but she’d found herself crying on and off all day, and angry at the tiniest inconveniences. But at least Clark was supposed to be home soon, and she always seemed to be happy around him. Len had done the bare minimum today and then gotten right back into bed, which is exactly where she was laid right now, flipping through channels and not even paying attention to what was on.

CLARK

Clark was happy to leave work at work and finally get home to Len. Living together was already going pretty well and he was just happy to see her. He felt lucky that he didn’t have to work too late that night, but he had still stopped by to pick up Slurpees for the two of them. It was a ritual of theirs. It had always been his ritual, but he was happy that he got to share it with her now. He made sure to shut the door behind him as he entered their apartment, immediately going to greet her in the bedroom. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled out, already undoing the buttons on his shirts. He pulled his uniform off and quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants before sliding into the bed with her. “You okay? It doesn’t seem like you’ve moved since this morning,” he said with a confused look. “I left ours Slurpee on the counter. Want me to grab them for us?”

VALENCIA

She was happy to see Clark, though her face may not have shown it, because she barely acknowledged him when he came in, but she was glad he was there. Instead she hugged her pillow tight to her front, and when he asked if she was okay, and mentioned her not moving, she rolled her eyes, something she’d never imagine doing when it came to Clark. She felt herself getting annoyed, not with him, with herself, and kept her mouth clamped shut so she wouldn’t say anything she regretted. “No.” She said shortly when he asked about the slurpees, it probably would have made her feel better but she’d rather wallow in her misery apparently. “How was your day?” She asked, still hugging her pillow, her eyes on the TV instead of him.

CLARK

Clark didn’t really know what vibes Len was trying to put off, but it seemed like she was annoyed. For the first time ever, she had rolled her eyes at him in a non-playful manner. He knew that after living together the honeymoon stage would probably wear off, but this was quick. A little too quick. And then she refused his Slurpee, which was definitely out of character. After work Slurpees were kind of their thing, but he still couldn’t really read her. It wasn’t clear if she was upset or just tired, but he was still pretty worried about her. He looked over at her with a confused look, deciding to ask her again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He reached up to scratch his head as a small sigh escaped from his mouth. “My day was pretty boring today. Someone robbed a grocery store on the other side of town, so I had to go investigate that...” He trailed, glancing over at her. “And yours?”

VALENCIA

Len had never handled emotions well, when she was adopted she was put in therapy, and that had helped some but when she stopped she seemed to backslide on that front. Fear made her push people away, sadness made her feel anxious, anxiety made her angry, and anger tended to make her cry, though it was rare, it happened. Right now she was in between anxiety and anger and hovering dangerously close to crying. She didn’t want to act this way, especially not around Clark, but she didn’t know how to pull herself out of this. She ignored his question, finally looking up to meet his eyes when he spoke about work. “Did you figure it out?” She asked, and then sighed thinking about her own day. “I didn’t do anything today.” Len stood from the bed now, “it was kind of a shitty day, actually,” she added. She didn’t know why she got up, or what she was going to do, but she needed a distraction because crying really wasn’t an option right now. She crossed her arms in front of her as she turned to look at him again, “I might go spend the night at my sister’s.”

CLARK

Clark wasn’t the type of person who liked to deal with confrontation. He spent so much of his professional life being yelled at or having a gun in his face that once he was home, he just like to be happy. That was usually the type of time he had with Len. Things just usually came so easily for the two of them that he was kind of surprised that he could not tell what she was thinking right now. it wasn’t like them to be off beat together. They were usually so in sync. He noticed that she ignored his question again, which didn’t make him feel good. Something was clearly going on. “Hey,” he said, trying to make eye contact with her. “If something’s going on, you can always tell me.” He couldn’t tell if that would help or not. It honestly seemed like she didn’t really want to talk to him at all. Even when she asked him about work. It just seemed like she was making conversation and wasn’t really interested in it at all. He watched as she stood up from the bed, immediately shaking his head at her once she said she was going to stay at her sister’s. He followed her lead and stood up with her, his arms reaching out for her as he rested a hand on her shoulder. “Why would you stay at your sister’s?” Did I do something?” He questioned, the look of confusion on his face growing.

VALENCIA

She knew that if she told him what was going on he would be there for her, he’d probably even make her feel better, but part of her felt guilty for forgetting about the anniversary until today, and that part made her think she deserved to feel badly. The other part of her just didn’t want to break down in front of him again. She didn’t want him to think she was more trouble than she was worth, there had already been drama for them so early on, she didn’t want him to think that this was what he had to look forward to with her. She didn’t want to stay at her sister’s, either. Len wanted to be here with Clark but she didn’t know how to hold herself together, and maybe just being somewhere else would be better for both of them. She was growing angrier with herself as she saw the confusion on his face, because he didn’t deserve this, yet she could feel herself pulling away from his touch, “You didn’t do anything!” She said, her voice much colder than she wanted it to be. Len rubbed her hands over her face, before pushing them through her hair as she tried to tell herself to stop acting this way. None of this was fair to Clark, why couldn’t she just stop? “I don’t want you to see me like this. Again. I don’t want to fall apart in front of you again. I’m a fucking mess and I don’t want you to have to deal with it.” She said, her voice sounding somewhere between hurt and angry. “I don’t want you to get sick of me and all of my bullshit.”

CLARK

All Clark wanted to do was figure out what was going on with his girlfriend, but she wasn’t making it very easy for him, especially when she pulled away from the comfort he was offering her. Sadness was invading his mind as he looked over at her. She was clearly struggling with something. But he couldn’t push her to open up to him. That wouldn’t help. As much as he wanted her to tell him what was going on, that was going to have to be her decision. It couldn’t be his. “I like being her for you, Len. That’s how relationships work,” he spoke up, shaking his head at her. He didn’t want her to think that she was some burden on him. They were in a relationship. So, her problems were also his problems. “I’m not going to get sick of you,” he stammered out. “Len, you have to open up to me. If this is going to work you can’t just get upset about something and disappear to your sister’s house. We have to talk.”

VALENCIA

He was right, of course, if this was going to work she needed to open up. She was so used to being with guys who didn’t really care about her, who got annoyed by her emotions, and who would rather she disappear if she was upset. So how many times did Clark have to show her that he was nothing like that before she could believe it. How could she tell him that she trusted him and then act like this? It certainly wasn’t fair to him, and she needed to stop holding her past against him, because it wasn’t just that it wasn’t fair, it would probably just cause problems for them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking away from him now as she failed to continue to fight off her tears. “I don’t want to disappear, I just want to be here with you, but I don’t-...” she wrapped her arms around herself again, wanting to be in his arms instead, but she’d already pulled away from him. “I’m so angry with myself and I don’t want to take it out on you, so I just thought not being here would be better.” Len bit her lip as she looked at him again, “April 5th was the day my parents died.” She finally blurted out. “It’s the anniversary of them dying, and I forgot about it. I was so happy, that I forgot. What kind of horrible person forgets something like that?”

CLARK

All Clark wanted to do was be a good boyfriend. At least, that’s all he wanted to do in that moment. It was clear that Valencia wasn’t in the mood to tell him what was going on, but that was not going to stop him from trying. He would not have been proud of himself if he just let her run off to her sister’s house without even really trying to talk her out of it. He wanted her to stay at their place. They had only lived together a short amount of time and the thought of them already having a fight and sleeping apart made him sick. “Don’t apologize,” he whispered out. His eyes met hers as she spoke, trying to read her emotions. She was upset and when she finally revealed why, it all made sense to him. He exhaled a deep breath as he thought over what to say to her. “You’re not a horrible person,” he finally said, letting out a small sigh. “Your parents would want you to be happy. They wouldn’t want you to be depressed today or any other day.” His voice cracked at the end of the sentence, clearly getting a little upset that she was so upset. “Len. I’m sorry. If you want to leave and go be with your sister. You can,” he paused, shaking his head. “But I want to be here for you. If you’ll let me.”

VALENCIA

She appreciated that he was telling her she didn't have to apologize, but she did have to, because she'd been unfair to him. "No, I am sorry." She said, stepping closer to him now, "I've never had someone care about me like this, and care about why I'm upset, and want me to talk to them. I'm not used to it, so I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I feel like the worst person on the planet," She added, "It's like the people that don't give a shit, I invite in with no problem, and the people that actually care, I push away." She sighed, shaking her head, "I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to leave. I love being with my sister, but this where I want to be, I just thought if I stayed that I might chase you off, or something." She let her head drop now, hating hearing how his voice had cracked. Len stepped forward again, wrapping her arms around him now, hoping he still wanted to have contact with her.

CLARK

Clark reached his arms out for her after she took a step closer to him. He was still a little apprehensive about hugging her though. She hadn’t been too receptive of his hand on her shoulder earlier. He didn’t need her apology. What she was going through was understandable. He wasn’t going to hold it against her that she took her frustration out on him. He didn’t know what it was like to lose a parent, so he couldn’t hold it against even if he wanted to. it was a pain he had never experienced. “I am not going anywhere, okay? You can’t chase me off that easily,” he mumbled out with a shrug. He wrapped his arms around her as she did the same and pulled her body close to him, wanting her to feel just how much she wanted him there. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.” He brought his hand up and rested it against her back, letting her rest her head on his chest. “I’ll just stand here with you, if you want. Or you can talk to me about your parents. Or if you just want to lay down and watch something stupid on television, we can do that too.”

VALENCIA

She was more than grateful that he didn't pull away from her the way she did to him. "Okay," She whispered when he said he wasn't going anywhere, choosing to trust him like she said she did and believe it. Len felt her tears building as she rested her head against him, wondering how it was possible that anyone cared this much about her. "Why don't you lay down," She said softly, finally pulling away from him, "I'll get our slurpees." She gave him a soft smile, "Thank you." She added, and then bit her lip, "I can tell you about them if you want. I don't remember a lot, but I can tell you what I do remember. Maybe it will be good to talk about them for a little while."

CLARK

Clark was always going to want to wrap his arms around Valencia, especially when it was clear that she was upset. He knew that she had trust problems, but that didn’t deter him from wanting to make her understand that she was stuck with him. Even through the hard times, he really wasn’t going to go anywhere. He sent a weak smile in her direction and let out a sigh. “Just come back to me, okay? I can’t wait to hear about them,” he breathed out, pulling away from her to make himself comfortable on the bed. He didn’t want to pull away from her, but he trusted that she was just going to grab their drinks and then come back to their bedroom. Hopefully, her feeling to run off to her sister’s house was all gone and she wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. “I’m sorry if they’re a little melted. I never put them in freezer.”

VALENCIA

The words caught her off guard, she wasn't usually the one to walk away, it was generally the other way around, it was her losing people. Clark wasn't losing her, not even close, but she understood the feeling and nodded at him as she left the room. Grabbing the semi-frozen drinks from the counter, she made her way back into the room, smiling a bit more genuinely now, handing him one drink and then climbing into the bed next to him. "They're perfect," She mused, "Less brain freeze this way." She smiled, settling in next to him, her head nestling onto his shoulder. "I love you," She said softly, leaning towards him to give him a kiss, and realizing that it was the first one she'd given him all night.