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iboatedhere · 6 months ago

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Hi friend! Thanks for asking for prompts!

I’d love to request a fic based on a prompt from the June list - Peaches 🍑 (any interpretation you like 😏). Can’t wait to see what your awesome brain comes up with! ❤️❤️

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"I'm having a full-on crisis."

"Henry, darling," Pez says over the line, "you'll have to be a tad more specific. You open a conversation this way at least three times a week."

"This is the most urgent. This is the one that will have me change my name, grow a beard, and flee to the woods. It was lovely knowing you, Percy. Truly."

"I'm not entirely sure you could pull off a beard," Pez says. "Too blond and too pale. It'll just blend right in."

Henry groans.

"Perhaps plastic surgery," Pez offers. "Although it would be a shame to cut up that gorgeous face."

"Percy—."

"I'm sure I could find you an excellent surgeon. Let me make a few calls."

"Please go ahead and do that because I'm hanging up."

"I'm sorry, I'll stop," Pez says with a laugh that negates his promise. "Tell me what's wrong. You'll feel better once you do."

"I might have, accidentally, slightly, sexually harassed a politician on Instagram."

"That's quite the adventurous statement," Pez says after a moment. "Care to elaborate for me, Haz?"

"I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning, love."

"You know how dreadful I am at social media."

"Indeed. If I had a penny for every time you accidentally posted a screenshot or sent me a DM filled with gibberish, I would never need to tap into my trust fund."

"Yes, well, there's this man that I follow—."

"The politician? Haz, if you dare tell me that you've taken an interest in some old, white dolt—."

"He is none of those things. He's quite young, and I believe he's said his father is Mexican—."

"Oh, you believe?" Pez says as if he already knows Henry has hung on to his every word since he followed him.

"He's brilliant," Henry continues, "and beautiful."

"But still a politician."

"He's pro all the correct things, Pez. Nobody is perfect, but he's as close as I've seen."

"And you sexually harassed him?"

"Slightly. Accidentally. And via Instagram, which I know doesn't make it any better."

"What is his name?"

"Unimportant."

"You do realize I can find him by looking through your followers. It's the price you pay for only following one hundred people."

"I like to keep my feed neat and organized. Plus, the fewer people I follow, the less of a chance I have of embarrassing myself."

"And yet here we are."

"Indeed."

"Henry George Edward James Fox. What in the world did you do?"

"Well. He posted this photo to his stories, and I meant to scroll past it—."

"Did you?"

"I meant to screenshot it," Henry admits.

"That's more like it. Do continue."

"I meant to screenshot it and then move on—."

"Wank off."

Henry hangs up. If Pez isn't going to be helpful, then they don't need to have a conversation.

Thirty seconds later, Pez calls him, and Henry picks up against his better judgment.

"Is his name Alex Claremont-Diaz?"

"Pez!"

"He's not hard to find. Running for New York's 11th Congressional District. Originally from Austin, Texas. Yee-haw."

"Pez, please, I'm dying."

"Moved to Manhattan to attend NYU law, then relocated to Brooklyn where he decided to try his hand at politics. Seems to volunteer a lot and posts quite a few thirst traps. I'm telling you, Haz. A man in a well-fit suit is a thousand times sexier than one with his shirt off."

"Did you look at his stories?"

"Looking now. A photo of the Brooklyn Bridge. Basic. A Goldendoodle in the park. Adorable. A little photoshoot. Oh. Oh my. I see."

Henry hums, knowing precisely what Pez is looking at.

Congressional hopeful, Alex Claremont-Diaz, facing sideways toward the camera in a jumper and khaki pants.

"Certainly has a body on him, doesn't he? What did you accidentally say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. But I somehow sent him the peach emoji."

There's a moment of silence and then bubbling laughter. "Oh, Henry," he wheezes.

"I don't know, my finger slipped on the screen or something, and then that little bar came up on the bottom, and the peach emoji auto-filled. I tried to delete it, but I hit send instead. Then I tried to delete that, but I couldn't, and now I'm panicking."

"Oh, darling."

"I don't know what to do. I'm so embarrassed I could die."

"I do think you're overthinking this a bit. The hopeful congressman did post that photo for a reason."

"So you think he was looking for this kind of reaction?"

"He's young, gorgeous, and very clearly knows it if he's taking GQ photo shoots and posting them to his socials. Plus, the angle of this shot…I think it's safe to say he got plenty of peaches sent his way."

"Oh," Henry says, doing an awful job of hiding his disappointment. He spends entirely too much of his time thinking about this man, and in return, he's barely a blip on his radar. "Okay. I suppose it's not as dire as I thought."

"As long as he doesn't block you, I think you're just fine."

"Okay," Henry says again as his phone dings. He pulls it away from his ear and looks down at a new Instagram notification.

"Oh bloody hell," he breathes when he realizes what he's looking at. "It's a message from him."

Pez gasps. "What does it say?"

Henry holds his breath as he opens Instagram. "He sent me a photo of myself. That ridiculous one you made me post from during our trip to The Hamptons."

"The one in your swimsuit? By ridiculous, you must mean how ridiculously hot you looked. Posting that was a public service."

"I beg to differ," Henry says as another message appears. "Oh. Oh."

"What?" Pez asks. "What?"

"He sent the eggplant emoji. What does that mean?"

"Oh, Henry," Pez says, "love. It means you'll have quite the story to tell the grandkids."

#rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #ask #summer prompts

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rkfollower · 23 days ago

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Garden

Kara Danvers had never been so distracted in her life.

The wedding ceremony had been beautiful—Alex and Kelly looked happier than ever, and Kara had felt her chest swell with pride for her sister. She was supposed to be focusing on the love in the air, the vows, the music, and the shared joy of everyone around her. But 90% of her attention? Well, that had been stolen the moment Lena Luthor walked in wearing that purple ensemble.

It wasn’t just the cut of the suit, though Kara couldn't deny how the plunging neckline had made her heartbeat quicken. It was the way Lena carried herself, confident and effortless, like she was completely at ease with the power she exuded. The rich purple fabric seemed to caress Lena’s skin, contrasting with her dark hair and those striking green eyes. Kara tried—really tried—to focus on anything else, but her gaze kept drifting back to Lena every chance it got.

She had caught Lena’s eye more than once during the ceremony. Each time, Kara quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was happening in front of her. But Lena’s presence felt magnetic, pulling her in no matter how hard she resisted.

By the time the reception rolled around, Kara was hopeless. She mingled, congratulated Alex and Kelly, made toasts, but it was all a blur. Lena's smirk from across the room? That was what lingered in her mind.

As the night wound down, Kara found herself searching for Lena. She wandered through the reception, not entirely sure what she was going to say, but knowing she needed to say something. When she couldn’t find Lena inside, she decided to check the garden, which had been decorated with soft lights and flowers, a peaceful retreat from the lively celebration.

Stepping outside, Kara spotted her.

Lena stood among the blooms, the purple ensemble catching the dim glow of the garden lights. The suit was elegant yet daring, and while it had been designed to make a statement, here, surrounded by the delicate flowers and greenery, Lena seemed perfectly at home. The plunging neckline, which had been a bold choice in the ballroom, now looked more like the petals of a flower unfolding under the soft glow of the night.

For a moment, Kara simply watched her. Lena's beauty was undeniable, but this—this was something else. There was a serenity to her, an ease that made Kara’s chest tighten. The flowers around her, pale pinks and whites, seemed to frame her like a painting, each petal and leaf enhancing the rich purple of her outfit. Despite the boldness of her clothing, Lena didn’t clash with the garden; she belonged in it, like she was another piece of the beauty that surrounded her.

Kara finally stepped closer, the gravel crunching softly under her shoes. Lena turned at the sound, her lips curving into a smile the moment she saw Kara.

“Looking for me?” Lena asked, her voice low and teasing, but there was something softer underneath.

Kara swallowed hard, struggling to find her voice. “Yeah… I was, actually.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, the cool night air brushing over them. Kara’s heart raced as she tried to organize her thoughts. The words that came out felt clumsy in her head, but she pushed forward anyway.

“You… you looked amazing tonight. I mean, you always look great, but tonight… wow.”

Lena’s smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Thanks. I thought I might have caught your attention once or twice.”

Kara’s face flushed, and she laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t very subtle, huh?”

Lena stepped closer, her gaze locked onto Kara’s. “You weren’t. But I didn’t mind.”

There it was—that tension that always seemed to hum between them, electric and charged, but tonight it felt different. Stronger. Maybe it was the soft glow of the garden lights, or the way Lena’s eyes seemed to glimmer like emeralds in the dark. Maybe it was the way Kara’s heart had been beating for Lena all night long.

“You look perfect out here,” Kara found herself saying, her voice barely more than a whisper. “With all these flowers around you. It’s like… like you belong here.”

Lena’s expression softened, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable. “I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere,” she admitted quietly, her eyes searching Kara’s face. “But here… with you, maybe I could.”

Kara’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected that, but now that the words were out there, it felt like everything she had been feeling all night—everything she had been feeling for months—was suddenly right at the surface, impossible to ignore.

She took another step closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush against Lena’s. “You do belong,” she said softly. “With me.”

Lena’s eyes widened slightly, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Lena’s fingers curled around Kara’s, her grip firm yet tender. The space between them disappeared as they stood together in the garden, the night blooming around them like a quiet promise.

Kara’s heart swelled with hope as she realized this was the beginning of something new, something she had wanted for so long but hadn’t known how to reach.

But now, standing there with Lena, hand in hand among the flowers, Kara knew they had finally found their way to each other.

And it was perfect.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober2024

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caterpills · 5 months ago

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(Six) (Seven) Several Sentence Sunday

Hello, friends!! Thanks again for the tags @myheartalivewrites @blueeyedgrlwrites and I'm going to borrow @sparklepocalypse's open tag too! It's a weird time this Sunday, and I have an 'everything I write is not great' vibe today, but I'm powering through!! And I know I'm my own worst critic, so... I wasn't exactly sure what to share from the next chapter of This Is More of a Comment Than a Question without spoiling some surprises (or just copy-pasting a whole scene), so here's a little bit:

Henry seems to have caught onto Alex's tangential subject changes and doesn't even ask for clarification this time. "Yes, I'd like to think so. But even still, saying it out loud wasn't always an option for me. It took much longer." "When? Like, when did you finally say it out loud?" "After I finished my first draft of Generations," Henry says quietly, simply. The statement catches Alex off guard. That doesn't seem right. The way Alex remembers Generations, there was such surety in James's narration, in the deft and decisive way he speaks to his father about his identity as a gay man, what it means to him, and what it will still mean after he is gone. The impossibility that Henry might not have had that same confidence before he wrote the book doesn't exactly compute. "Really?"

(This takes place in one of my favorite locations of this chapter, so I'm excited to eventually share!!)

Open tag as always, friends! Please tag me if you use it because I would love to read what you're working on ❤️

Because this has been a hard writing week, I'm going to share some "behind the scenes" stuff from the most recent chapter about the locations around D.C. that Henry and Alex visited. (I did this for the Boston chapter, too!)

The Hay-Adams Hotel

The historic Hay-Adams Hotel might be the most ridiculous place Alex has encountered in his life. It's bougie, like old-money white people bougie. His teeth hurt from clenching his jaw so that he doesn't say anything off-the-cuff to get him immediately kicked out. Valets are at every door, rushing to grab the handles before Alex can even think to reach for it. The interior is covered in plush burgundy rugs, thick brocade curtains, slick wood paneling, and ugly as sin chandeliers. Sure, its proximity to museums, parks, and the White House make it a prime location for tourists to blow money for a deluxe experience in the nation's capital. But there is something so viscerally unsettling about the distinct haunted house aesthetic the whole place is giving off. The Great Hall, Library of Congress

The cocktail hour takes place inside the Great Hall of the Library. Alex gawks at the lofty ceilings, rising a steep two stories, and ending in radically intricate stained glass windows above them. After their visit in Boston, Alex finds himself looking everywhere, trying to find the pieces that cursory glances would miss. It's not just a historical building, but there is a purpose in the choices and a beauty in everything, even in the absence of something. Henry taught him that.

The Coolidge Auditorium, Library of Congress

At the podium, Henry runs through the obligatory thanks: to the hosts, the Library of Congress, the National Book Festival organizers, the committee of literary judges who have given his novels so much consideration over the years, the rest of his fellow authors who have done such groundbreaking work this year, and to the readers—always the readers.

He clears his throat, looking up to the back of the auditorium. Whatever Henry is searching for, and ultimately doesn't find, changes the way he stands. There's a drop in his shoulders, a disappointment sliding across his face. Before Alex can look for himself, Henry starts reading.

Off the Record Bar, The Hays-Adams Hotel

His dinner is a bowl of mixed nuts and a glass of whiskey, neat. He takes another sip, and finds his tumbler empty. So, scratch that, make it two whiskeys for dinner.

Alex knows he can't stay here forever—the bartender kicking him out at closing time doesn't count—but he wants to wallow. It feels good to wallow, where the only things that can see him feel so spectacularly low are strangers and the framed caricatures of notorious political figures on the wall. He can drink away his disappointment, encased by the black-and-crimson color scheme of the speakeasy decor.

#six sentence sunday #seven sentence sunday #several sentence sunday #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince #firstprince fic #fic: this is more of a comment than a question

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wjhik · 1 year ago

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Pussy pt. 2 /negative end/ (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: Pre writing: don't know where i'm going with this one. Let's see where it goes. p.s. this is not the end of the series. if i get requests to continue it, it is not closed off. Post writing: kinda smutty; angsty; and a lil lgbtq+ love

Y/N's POV:

"I miss Jude. Not Jude. I miss what Jude used to be. Even if we weren't anything but cuddly friends, I miss when he used to talk to me. I can't believe he's pretending like nothing happened. I gave him my whole heart, and he just took it and smushed it into a billion pieces. And now he has the audacity to bring these girls that he's fucking with to the hang outs I PLAN. I can't not invite him. That would make it so awkward, but the least he could do is not rub it in my face." I'm laying down on my bed on my bed, my head hanging upside down from the end as Phoenix sits on my desk chair, scrolling on her phone while listening to my rants.

"I swear, if he brings someone here I'm going to kill him." She tells me. I've decided to invite my girls and their boyfriends to my apartment for some games and drinks. No more that 10 people. And of course with that, comes Jude. He's, without fail, brought a different girl to our hangouts, which is fine, but since this is a more intimate event, it would be to purely prove a point to me.

I simply sigh at Phoenix's statement. "You need to get hot tonight. Make him realize what he's missing. You need to wear and do everything you know drives him crazy. His lil' whore is gonna show up in a skimpy dress, hoping to turn him on, but you know what makes him tick. That'll show him what he's lost." I feel a gear click in my brain. I'm the person Jude talked to about all of his girls, and what he likes in them.

Phoenix has been ready for the past 15 minutes and I'm getting ready. I have my hair up in a half up half down ponytail using a claw clip. I have my hair curly. (natural for me, but curled if ur hairs straight) I'm wearing a little white sundress. It goes right under my knees. It has a corset bodice and is littered with strawberries and lambs. I have on some close-toe sandals. (no dawgs out today) I'm doing my makeup now. I did my base and put graphic white eyeliner. I have a blurred out velvety lip on and I put on some jewelry. I deck myself out in some gold and the necklace that Jude gave me in middle school. It has a 'j' on it. I leave the chain hanging on my neck and put on a white lacy choker.

"Really? Jude is into Little Bo Peep?" She asks me, raising her eyebrows at me. "Hey, Little Bo Peep is finding her sheep. Leave her be." I tell her, pouting and clipping my earrings. Phoenix comes up to me and squeezes my cheeks and shakes my face side to side. "You look adorbs." She tells me, slapping my face lightly. I hit her hand away and start cat fighting with her. We start laughing together as we hear the doorbell ring.

"Hello!!" I say, pulling Jane and Josiah into a hug. "Come in. Come in. Make yourself at home." I tell them. Jane helps me set up some things in the kitchen while Josiah and Phoenix move the table and couches in the living room to the ends of the room, making space to dance. Over time, people, including Phoenix's man, start to filter in. Everyone except he who shall not be named at his arm candy for the night. "Y/N, you really outdid yourself." Alex says, taking a bite out of some cheese and ham filled crackers. "Well, I did just assemble them, but thanks." I tell him, giggling. My happiness is quickly interrupted by a very familiar voice. I look over to the door where I see Jude and his girl of the night. I beautiful blonde girl, wearing a dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Jude takes his round greeting everyone and introducing his new girl. As I watch them walk up to Phoenix, Jude having to greet her because she's his best friend's girl, she quickly says some sly remark to Jude while wishing the girl luck. I suppose Phoenix and I have the same narrative about her, an innocent girl who doesn't know what she's getting into.

"Let's play a game!" Phoenix announces loudly. She quickly grabs some glasses, tequila, and an empty bottle. She seats us all in a circle, her sitting to the right of me and the left of her boyfriend. "Are we really playing spin the bottle?" I ask her. "No! We're playing dare or dare." She says. "Dare or dare?" Jude's blondie asks. "Yes, dare or dare. Truth or dare gets kind of boring since your man is such a pussy. He only chooses truth." She says. Jude's girl starts nudging him and laughing along with the group. She immediately stops when she looks at his face, his jaw is clenched and he's staring dead at Phoenix, while saying something to her. This poor girl. (we're a girls girl here+nate jacobs type beat)

"Okay, Y/n. Your turn." Milly says, passing me the bottle. I spin it and it lands on Alex. Now he gets to give me a dare. I look over to Jude and he's looking as mad as ever. Phoenix grabs Alex's face and whispers something in his ear. "Umm...Okay? Kiss her or take a shot." He says, pointing at Phoenix. Alex and Phoenix have a relatively open relationship. "Oh. Umm. Sure, why not?" Phoenix was my first kiss anyway. Once she found out that I still hadn't had my first kiss yet, she decided to help me out. Phoenix nudges me and points at Jude. He looks even madder than before. His girl is trying to comfort him, but is just getting pushed off.

(smut)

Phoenix grabs me and puts me on her lap. She starts kissing me. I don't feel anything since we're just friends, but she is an amazing kisser, I can't lie. She opens her eyes and see's Jude struggling to keep calm. She grabs my ass and that makes me let out a moan. She uses this opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. As her and I are making out, I open my eyes to see Jude storming past us, his girl trailing past him like a hungry puppy. Those two disappear somewhere in my house. Phoenix gets me off her and says, "You're welcome." I look behind me to try to see where Jude went. "Hey. Don't even worry about him. Let's have some fun." Phoenix says, helping me up. From that moment on it was shots and bear pong galore.

Jude's POV:

I walk into Y/N's room and slam the door shut while Emery follows behind me. "Jude, I'm sorry." She says. What is this girl on about? "Why are you apologizing?" I ask her, annoyed. "I'm just sorry you're upset. I wanted this to be a good night for you. I don't know what you're upset about, but I'm here for you-" She rambles on. This girl talks way too much. I need to shut her up. I grab her by her shoulder and push her onto her knees. I sit down on the edge of her bed and take off my pants and shove my dick in her mouth. She's gagging and spitting around it. That is fucking disgusting. I hear Y/N laughing outside. She looked so beautiful today. She knows exactly what I like and she took advantage of that. Why does she have to be such a cunt sometimes? I wish this was her right now. Why did she have to be so fucking stupid?

My thoughts are interrupted by a series of taps on my thigh. The one thing this girl has to do is suck me off, and she can't even do that properly. She really doesn't compare. I take my hand off the back of her head. "What? What is it?" I ask her, irritated. "Jude, you were fucking my throat. I couldn't breath." She tells me, taking deep breaths. "Take it, or leave." I tell her. She's nothing to me. She's only here to get me over how I fumbled Y/N. No, wait. She fumbled me.

She continues sucking me off. I go a little gentler on her, distracted by Y/N's voice. I wish this was her. I look down at her, and my hard on goes soft. She's a beautiful girl, no doubt, but she's not Y/N, and that'll never change. "Get up. Up." I tell her, grabbing her by the arm. She stands up and look at me. I quickly take off her clothes and the rest of mine. I push her into the bed, on her stomach. I line my dick up with her hole and push it in. I close my eyes and imagine Y/N here with me.

She lets out all sorts of lewd sounds. I suppose she's trying to keep me interested, but I want nothing more than for her to shut the fuck up. It's hard to picture Y/N when she's squeaking out moans with her very high pitched voice. I push her head into the mattress in an attempt to hide it. Her pin-straight blonde hair is hard to imagine Y/N. (sorry if you have pin-straight blonde hair)

I've finally gotten this girl to shut up and take it well. I'm picturing Y/N laying here, taking all of me. I look over to Y/N's side table where she has a picture of her and I on a school vacation together. I can't help but think about how badly I want her. "Fuck, Y/N..." I say quietly, throwing my head back in pleasure. I look down to see long golden locks splayed over the mattress. "What did you say?" I high pitched voice says. I look down to see Emery looking back at me. "Umm..." I say, awkwardly stopping. I look at her, pure sadness on her face. I resume my thrusts on her cunt. "You and I both know who I'm thinking about. It's not personal." I tell her. To my expectations, she stays quiet and allows me to continue fucking her.

Y/N's POV:

"Girl, this was so fun." Phoenix says to me at the door. "I know! We should do this again, sometime." I tell her. "Yes, we should. Let's go, baby?" Alex chimes in. They stayed after everyone left to help me clean up, and now that a majority was all cleaned up, they're leaving. I hang at the door until I see them get in the car safely. I sigh to myself and shut the door. I really wasn't expecting this to be as good of a day as it was, but I'm glad it was. It is now time to go to bed. It's been a long day. I can't wait to hit the pillow.

I pick up some loose pieces of garbage here and there before finishing up the last of the dishes. I put them in the drying rack and dry my hands on the towel hanging from the door handle of my fridge. I slowly make my way to my bedroom. I swiftly open the door to see a heart stopping sight. Jude is laying on the bed, MY BED, with his little fling on top of him, facing away from him. Both their eyes turn from wherever they were looking to me. I have a look of pure shock on my face. "What that fuck?!" I yell out. Jude is still laying there in shock. His girl looks back and Jude and clears her throat. "You're welcome to join?" She says, not getting the memo. Jude quickly jerks her off him and gets up. He starts profusely apologizing to me. I collect their clothes from around the room, again MY ROOM, and throw their underwear at them. Both Jude and his girl put on their underwear. "LEAVE!" I yell at Jude. I push him towards the door as his kitten follows, mainly in an attempt to collect her clothes from me. "Baby, I'm so sorry." Jude says to me as I push him out of my front door. "You're a fucking dick." I tell him, pushing him and his girl out, throwing their clothes onto the front lawn. He really is a pussy.

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three-drink-amy · 1 year ago

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Tension Tuesday

Thanks to @strandnreyes for the tag! Post a scene with tension from either a WIP or a published fic! Going for the center of the Venn diagram of my two fandoms with my rwrb firefighter fic, such a burden this flame on my chest. It’s chock full of tension!

When Alex is silent, Henry takes a step closer. “Look, Alex, about the other day — ”

“We don’t have to do this,” Alex cuts in.

“Yes, we do. I need to say this,” Henry says, moving closer to him. He looks upset. Alex curls in tighter against himself. “I’m sorry. I never should have said any of it. I certainly didn’t want you to have heard that.”

“That just means you feel it, you’re just bothered by the fact that I heard it,” Alex argues. “That doesn’t actually mean anything.”

Henry shakes his head, trying to get Alex to look at him. He sits down in front of him on the bench. “That’s not true. I feel terrible for hurting you.”

Alex stares down at his knees. “But that doesn’t erase the fact that that’s how you feel. You’re ashamed of what this is, you’re ashamed of it all. That’s why you didn’t want to tell anyone.”

“No, I’m…I’m not ashamed, I’m just…” Henry trails off. Neither of them know how he plans to finish that statement.

“You know what pisses me off the most?” Alex asks, glancing up at Henry.

He sees the hard set of his jaw, the unshed tears glistening in his eyes, the pull of his brow as he prepares for whatever is coming next. “What’s that?” Henry whispers.

“This was your choice,” Alex says, his voice hard. “I was honest. I told you that I couldn’t do more than this. I warned you that this was all I could give. I told you we could go back to just being friends. I told you that that night never had to happen again and you chose this. But I gave you the option for that.”

“I didn’t want that!” Henry cries.

“Well you don’t want this either!” Alex stands up, trying not to let tears fall from his eyes. “I feel enough guilt from being the only one who survived. I don’t need the guilt of putting you in a position you don’t want. I gave you your options and you chose, knowing fully well what I could offer.” He turns his back, ready to retreat to somewhere further in the firehouse, somewhere away from Henry. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep feeling like shit for something you agreed to.”

Alex goes to leave, but feels a tug on his arm. “Please don’t,” Henry says, his voice watery and weak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I meant what I said at the beginning. I’ll take whatever you have to give,” he says, tears in his eyes. “Please don’t…” He takes a breath, squeezing his hand tighter around Alex’s wrist. Standing up, he cups his hands around Alex’s cheeks. “Please don’t end this.”

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hoghtastic · 6 months ago

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“And when did his mom not having an opportunity when she was younger to express her creative side, turn into she wants to be Johanne, and the implication is that his mom is also all the ugly things you call Johanne? That she wants to live vicariously through her or him? How can you imagine to know A, his mom's ambitions? B, his mom's intent when sending him to the theater? C, how can you imagine you know his mother's thoughts and intentions on her son's life and what's good for him? This is so ludicrous. “

Im sorry 🤣 “this is so ludicrous🤓☝️”

it’s just that people get their assumptions from statements that Alex has made about his mom or specifically what he says his mom tells him. Him saying in 1 or 2 interviews that his mom put him in theater even though he didn’t want to and her explanation to him being that she thought he would like it (even though at the time he said he didn’t like it. He said it took a couple of months for it to grow on him though. And he said in an interview recently that his mom wanted to be an actor or do some kind of work in the industry but correct me if I’m wrong, I think she couldn’t do it because she had him? In those cases it’s widely known (or assumed) parents tend to living vicariously through their kids by forcing them into the work they couldn’t do, and again we know his moms intentions of sending him to theater because he said in an interview that’s what her intentions were. Did it come from her mouth no, but he’s the messenger in this case of said source so his word is what people have to go off of, and that’s what they based their assumptions off of so far? It’s a simple analysis of what has been said in interviews recently and in the past by Alex himself, what is so ludicrous about it lol? You know what I think is ludicrous though, someone turning a beautiful page dedicated to their love of ballet to a page dedicated to showing how beautiful johanne and Alex are by posting photos of them and of her (im not even sure she was tagged in a lot of them so who knows how much stalking you had to do to find them) and dedicated to responding to every posts that has been posted on this blog for months, giving your “opinion” or “two cents” on what’s being said on “other blogs”(but it’s obviously directed at a specific one) slyly insulting people while doing it.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, anon. 😊

I'm also not a fan of cross-talking, because I think conversations make a lot more sense if they're had in the same space, where people can easily follow them and respond. I've always kept the blog open to everyone and every kind of opinion, still this person preferred to respond to most of its content on their own blog. Since this is a blog whose content they clearly don't approve of, and because the anons who take the time to share their opinions here don't exist to provide them with content for their own blog, I made the very conscious decision of blocking said blog. (They're obviously still lurking, but my reasoning and my position still stands.)

That said, I'd really prefer if those who visit it could reply to their posts directly on their blog, if possible. 😊 I hope you understand! 💖

#anon asks #admin speaks

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historicallysam · 1 year ago

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Fic Stats, or This is the Story of My Stories

Thanks for the tags @cha-melodius & @rmd-writes!

Rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Most Hits: The Last First Time (Arrow)

Love was something Oliver Queen hadn’t given much thought to. At one time he had been certain he would find it with a girl with a winning smile, a sharp tongue and dark hair. But then his whole world got turned upside down and he stopped thinking about love at all until he was back home trying to piece himself back together.

Second Most Kudos: The Great Hoodie Debate (RWRB 2023)

Alex wants the world to know that his hoodie and Henry's hoodie are not the same.

Third Most Comments: (also TLFT, so ...) Second Most Comments: Teach Me, Teach Me, Teach Me (How to Love) (RWRB)

“The beauty of love is that you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.” - Ritu Ghatourey Henry expects the coming school year to be much the same as the previous ones. He couldn't be more wrong.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Heartlines (RWRB)

Everything changes when Queen Catherine of England dies.

Fifth Most Words: You Want a Battle? (Here's a War) (Harry Potter, 20,944 words) [Abandoned]

A curse. That’s what Healer Smythe had said. Hermione was being affected by a curse.

Least Words: The Bet (RWRB, 350 words)

Henry makes a factual statement that Alex disagrees with.

Well this was certainly eye-opening. I haven't looked at many other fandoms in at least a year, so seeing that an Arrow story from 2016 and a Harry Potter story from 2020 made the list was kind of a shocker.

I'm sure mostly everyone has been tagged but I'll give it a go: @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @myheartalivewrites, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @mudbloodpotter05, @inexplicablymine, @indomitable-love, @orchidscript, @celaestis1, @celeritas2997 and anyone else who feels like jumping in on this game! :)

#my fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing

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storyofmychoices · 3 years ago

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if your olivia, ellie, daenarya, and alex were to wear a haute couture to some formal event what style would they wear?

More about each's style below the cut

Alex has a very classic Hollywood style. Although, she enjoys trying on the poofiest and most extravagant gowns just to tease Thomas, she always comes back to something more understated, which is what they both prefer. The two of them might not be the flashiest couple on the red carpet but they always pull focus with their natural beauty and charm.

With her pale skin and vibrant red hair, Olivia tends toward neutral, light, and gold tones. She loves soft colors and patterns. She avoids bold statement dresses however Bryce convinced her to get a backless gold gown that he is particularly fond of. She felt self-conscious wearing it at first but with his arm around her and his quiet whispers of encouragement in her ear, it has become a favorite of both of them.

Ellie loves bold colors and long gowns. Blue is her favorite as it compliments Ethan's eyes when they match. Ellie doesn't dress up often, but when she does, she gets a boost of confidence. (Maybe it's just the way Ethan can't keep his eyes off her, but whatever it is, she loves it... she may find extra events and fundraisers for them to attend just to have an excuse to dress up).

Daenarya secretly loves attending balls and formal events. She'll complain about how inconvenient the dress is and how the lack of pockets is a major design flaw, but she enjoys feeling like a princess for the night. No matter how many events they attend, Mal is always amazed when he sees her cleaned up and dressed up for that first look. Most times it leaves him speechless, which only makes Daenarya love it even more.

Edit addition: Daenarya and Mal might add multiple pockets to her gowns... you know, to just borrow some things that won't be missed around the fancy snobby elves' estates lol Also they sneak out food and wine because Threep gets kicked out of parties so Daenarya brings him back treats.

Thanks for the ask! This was a lot of fun! 💖💖💖

(Sorry for the long post, I tried putting the images side by side but in the stream they're seperate)

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thornedrose44 · 3 years ago

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Prompt: "Do it. Take a chance, I'm begging you. You don't want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."

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“What is it?” Kara huffed out, her frustration finally reaching critical mass.

“What’s what?” Alex replied, playing dumb by pretending to study the DEO’s monitors far too intently considering Kara had literally just dispatched the rogue villain of the week.

Kara crossed her arms, hip cocked forward slightly as she leant against the central console, blue eyes observing her sister's profile closely.

“Whatever you’re not telling me because you think it will upset me.” The superhero clarified bluntly, her social hesitation and uncertainty having dampened over the last few years.

She had learnt the hard way how important it was to never shy away from the truth and avoid speaking around the heart of the matter. It was a lesson she had absorbed completely, and it was one she refused to forget - needing to prove she had evolved, had bettered herself from the version that had required teaching in the first place.

“I’m not…” Alex refuted, shrugging dismissively but keeping her gaze trained forward, “There’s no-“

“Look, I’m asking you out of courtesy,” Kara cut in, “but you and I both know that I could just as easily ask Nia, and she would fold almost instantly.”

Alex grumbled irritably under her breath - Nia still had yet to build an effective resistance to Kara’s puppy dog eyes and this particular weakness had caused no small amount of trouble for Alex over the last five years.

“It is Lena related, right?” Kara checked, though it was completely unnecessary.

For Alex to actively try and keep a secret from her, it couldn’t be about anything else. And it had been more or less confirmed by her sister's reaction to her threatening to go to Nia.

“Just because I’m keeping a secret, doesn’t automatically mean it’s to do with Lena.” Alex tried, though the conviction behind her statement was weaker than wet tissue paper.

The redhead side-eyed her and Kara merely had to arch an unimpressed eyebrow in return for the DEO director to deflate.

“Okay maybe it’s a little to do with Lena.” Alex admitted with a wince, rubbing the back of her neck in defeat.

Kara threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s been over five years, okay? I’m fine!”

Her bellowed declaration of stability, made the nearby DEO agents look over with a mix of curiosity and concern. Kara grimaced at the reaction and as such didn’t resist when Alex grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the central room and into her private office.

Alex turned to face her fully, lips pressed tight together and hands firm on her own hips (it had always annoyed Kara that Alex managed to make her signature superhero pose far more intimidating than her own attempts).

“Yelling I’m fine, definitely helps your case.” Alex retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kara had the good grace to look suitably embarrassed for a moment before launching into the same variation of the speech she gave every time there was a morsel of Lena news to be had. “I screwed up, okay? Big time screwed up - ‘regret it for the rest of my life’ screwed up!” Kara declared prompting a beleaguered sigh from her sister who knew the blatant lie that was coming next. “But I’ve made my peace with it. I won’t spiral into another depressive episode when I hear how happy she is.”

Alex shook her head, not even remotely convinced - not that Kara could blame her, the last time Alex had been pestered into telling her a Lena update, Kara had spent a weekend on a drinking binge that had successfully proven that there were limits even for a kryptonian.

“I don’t think-“ Alex began.

“What is it?” Kara demanded. “Is she getting another medal from the president?”

Alex shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Kara, you don’t want to know this.”

“Her and Kal save the world again?” Kara barrelled on, her lips curling into a jealous snarl. “The greatest Luthor and Super duo continue to make the world a better place?”

That particular news article had been printed and burned by Kara’s heat vision more times than she dared admit to anyone.

“Kara, please-“ Alex begged, expression crumpling as Kara relentlessly pushed.

“Tell me, I can take it.” Kara proclaimed, voice coming out high pitched and strained. “Is she dating someone again? Another famous actress? That Olympic male gymnast? What-“

“She’s getting married.”

A bomb must have gone off, Kara thought to herself.

A kryptonite bomb.

It was the only thing that could explain the ringing in her ears, and the way everything just… hurt.

A shard of kryptonite must have pierced her chest and cut her heart into jagged pieces. That was the only thing that could explain it.

“What?” She questioned, barely above a whisper. She didn’t quite recognise her own voice - it sounded shattered and unfamiliar. She also didn’t know what she was asking.

Didn’t know what ‘what’ was all about.

What just happened?

What did you say?

What post-apocalyptic reality are we living in now?

“Next week, she’s getting married.” Alex explained, giving Kara answers she no longer wanted. “Sam, Ruby, Kal and Lois are invited.”

She knew it should sting. Not being invited even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly five years. That she should feel something about the fact that Lena had omitted Alex, Brainy, Nia and J’onn as well - it further reinforced how Lena believed them to be Kara’s friends and never hers (which was one of the things Kara regretted most - how her poor treatment of Lena had infected and destroyed everyone else’s friendship with the youngest Luthor).

“To who?” Kara asked, tone cold, hollow… empty.

“Kara,” Alex murmured softly, reaching out to comfort her sister, “this clearly isn’t good for you.”

Kara jerked backwards so fast that the papers on Alex’s desk shot into the air, fluttering down around the sisters like snow.

“Just tell me!” Kara ordered, hands turned into white knuckle fists at her sides that would be capable of tearing through the strongest of metals. Her eyes heated but she managed to stave the fire in them as she glowered at her sister.

Alex slumped back, leaning heavily against her desk, running a frantic hand through her short hair. “Does it matter?” Alex muttered defeatedly, brown eyes filled with pity and sympathy as she stared up into Kara’s eyes.

“Of course it fucking matters,” Kara snapped in outrage before she had a chance to stop and think , “because it’s not me!”

The admission hung heavy and rotting between them. It wasn’t a revelation to either of them, though the fact that the intensity of Kara’s feelings hadn’t dampened despite the separation of half a decade was.

“Kara…” Alex breathed, standing back up and moving towards the blonde with the obvious intent of hugging her.

“I should get back to CatCo.” Kara mumbled, cheeks a fiery red with shame. She stepped hurriedly away from her sister and was already halfway out the door before she halted, turning back to call out a sad yet sincere. “Thanks for telling me.”

Xxx

“I genuinely don’t get why you love these films so much.” Lena remarked, hands cupping her just made cup of cocoa, nose adorably scrunched up as she snuggled back down on the sofa beside Kara, who didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her best friend’s shoulders.

“They’re sweet and romantic.” Kara replied with a happy sigh, turning to nuzzle into the side of Lena’s head for a fleeting moment as the film’s lead started her joyful march down the aisle. “It makes me hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” Lena repeated curiously, leaning away slightly so she could meet Kara’s blue eyes.

Kara shrugged, ducking her head bashfully, “It’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Lena murmured gently, freeing a hand from her mug so that she could interlace her warmed fingers with Kara’s, “you could never be stupid, especially not about something like this.” Her best friend asserted, before asking seriously, “You want the classic big white wedding?”

“Uh…” Kara blushed, cheeks pinking as her mind struggled to kick into gear.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that the reason she loved weddings more than any other event is because they so closely resembled Kryptonian Bonding ceremonies. That the exchanging of rings, polished everlasting metal, reminded her of wonderfully crafted bracelets clasped on wrists. That it was an occasion for family to join together across generations, for the rare flashes of art and music on Krypton to take centre stage over cold science.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena that after being alone, abandoned and lost - ripped away from her home in the cruelest of ways - that the idea of belonging to someone else, of having a home in someone else regardless of time or location was what Kara wanted more than anything else.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena because it would require admitting the truth of who she really was, it would require taking accountability for years of lies.

She didn’t know how to tell Lena without losing her forever.

“Yeah.” Kara coughed awkwardly, “I want the whole thing. Beautiful dress, surrounded by family… the love of my life at the end of the aisle. Everything.” She shot Lena a side-long glance, “I’m guessing you don’t?”

“Never really been my thing,” Lena admitted readily and Kara’s heart twisted at how Lena didn’t hesitate to bare herself, how she gave all of herself when it could be argued that Kara - at best - only gave half, “probably because I can’t imagine I have enough people in my life to invite and feel ‘surrounded’.” Lena pursed her lips thoughtfully, “I also don’t get the need for the spectacle. Just the idea that there’s someone out there that would want to…” Kara watched her best friend deflate, expression wistful and pained, “be with me, love me like that… that’s more than enough.”

Kara’s eyes stung with barely suppressed tears at how little Lena thought of herself. Whoever had the privilege of marrying her best friend would be the single luckiest and most fortunate person in the universe and Kara wished Lena knew that, wished she believed it. But when she opened her mouth to say it, to proclaim it, her breath faltered and her courage abandoned her… like it always did with the youngest Luthor.

“So no white dress?” Kara muttered instead, voice meek and lacking the lightheartedness that should have carried the question.

It didn’t matter, though, Lena let out a quick exhale that resembled something on the edge of laughter. Kara’s escalating heart rate settled at that, however, it did little to alleviate the pang of regret that was steadily accompanying all her interactions with the CEO.

“Well, I guess I could be convinced by someone special.” Lena teased, shooting Kara an overtly salacious wink that wouldn’t - on the surface - be considered genuine.

“Anyone that marries you will have to be special.” Kara replied, the statement tumbling out instantly.

It wasn’t the heartfelt confession that Kara wished it to be and it wasn’t quite light enough to be dismissed as a friendly reassurance. Instead, it was yet another thing that fell into the ethereal greyness that lied between them, something to tuck away and think back on late at night when they tried to work out if the other meant it the way they wished they did.

“Yeah?” Lena whispered, piercing green eyes studying Kara’s face closely.

Kara swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”

Xxx

Lena found out less than six weeks after that movie night. They defeated Lex and Kara had been on the edge of breathing easy, of being able to simply relax back into her life when it all came crashing down.

They had been at Games Night and Kara had been antsy, waiting for her best friend to arrive. The thought of pulling Lena into a hug had been what she had been looking forward to most all day.

Kara was at peace, laughing and drinking with her friends - her family - when Lena had arrived. Kara had beamed up at her immediately and for a second Lena’s entrancing green eyes lit up in return before turning dark and distant.

Kara’s smile faltered, crinkle appearing between her brows when-

The wine bottle smashed into the wall behind Kara’s head.

Deathly silence fell over the area.

Kara looked into hollow, emptied out versions of her favourite green. She would have preferred anger, fury, rage… the defeated nothingness staring back at the Kryptonian was far worse.

Lena turned and left, grinding Kara’s heart to dust and taking the sand particles left with her.

She knew.

She knew because Lex had told her.

She knew because she had gone to stop her brother, intent on saving the world like always only to find out that those she was saving the world for didn’t view her as their equal. That the people she treated as family had kept her on the outskirts. That her best friend had lied, had manipulated, had-

xxx

It was Lois that found out everything from Lena.

When the fallout had happened, as Kara and the Superfriends realised what they had lost, the blonde hero sent notice to her cousin that his identity was probably known as well (mostly because she remembered how hurt she had been when Kal shared her secret without her consent). Kal and Lois had arrived almost immediately, frantic and terrified (especially with baby Jon to consider) at the concept of a Luthor knowing their identity.

Kara, joined by all the Superfriends, quickly put their minds to rest, sharing Lena’s actions from before, her dependability, kindness and inherent goodness. Kal and Lois were convinced their secret was safe but they were horrified to hear how Lena had been isolated and kept at arms length after her considerable good deeds. Alex and the others had squirmed uncomfortably and tried to weakly talk around their hesitancy.

Kal and Lois had simply looked at Kara for an explanation but she had none. Yet again the words would not come.

It was Lois, therefore, that had sought out the youngest Luthor and through her incredible tenacity was able to gain access where everyone else was rebuffed and harshly rejected.

It was Lois that comforted Lena, gave her support and sympathy.

It was Lois that relayed Lena’s demand that they give her space.

It was Lois that suggested Lena return to Metropolis - presenting it as a way to celebrate how L-Corp, after Lena’s repeated sacrifices and heroism, was fully rehabilitated and ready to reclaim its once home.

It was Lois that encouraged Lena and Kal to work together becoming an unstoppable force that Kara and Lena had always danced on the precipice of.

A Luthor and a Super. Saving the world.

xxx

Kara did as asked. Gave Lena space. Or at least the semblance of space.

She checked in constantly, hovered nearby throughout the days and nights leading upto L-Corp’s departure and Lena along with it. She followed Lena’s jet to Metropolis, a sentinel ensuring safe passage.

She kept her distance for three months. Three months of stony silence before she broke.

Snapped, more like.

Landing on Lena’s new balcony in Metropolis that had been specially built for Superman this time - not for her, though Kara, at the time, had hoped that she had been considered consciously or unconsciously as well.

Kara couldn’t remember the exact words.

She remembered crying from beginning to end.

Remembered ‘I loved you’ - past tense.

Remembered finally breaking through Lena’s cold, hardened shell to the raw, bleeding wound hidden underneath and regretting it almost immediately.

Remembered how seeing Lena’s agony was worse than kryptonite, worse than watching Krypton burn…

Remembered Lena saying she needed time to heal, for Kara to stop hovering nearby - because she knew, she sensed Kara’s presence even without seeing her once - and to give her time to stop thinking of Kara and feeling only pain when she did so.

Remembered promising to do just that.

Remembered a timer starting to count in her head - the seconds that she would be condemned to purgatory.

Remembered the hope that just refused to go out - the hope that whispered give it time, give it time, give it time with every beat of her heart.

Remembered thinking that given enough time Lena would reach out and they would get the chance that Kara had almost destroyed for them.

Remembered flying zig-zagged and dangerous to Alex where her endless stream of tears returned to full flow as she sobbed into her sister’s shoulder using words and phrases like ‘heartbroken’ and ‘I love her’ and ‘I can’t survive this pain’ and ‘what do I do?’ and ‘I can’t breathe’.

Remembered a hollowed out shell of Kara Danvers moving through the motions for a year, for two, three, four… five...

Remembered taking up drinking to excess whenever she saw Lena’s life flourish and grow - not because she didn’t want Lena to be happy, that was what Kara wanted and wished for more than anything - because she wasn’t there with her for those life-changing events.

Remembered Alex and Kelly’s worries growing with each occurrence, intervening more and more to such a degree that they encouraged Kara to consider AA meetings - she did eventually, and found destroying entire junkyards to be a healthier coping mechanism, external destruction rather than internal.

Remembered Brainy at the behest of Alex, setting up Kara’s phone and computer to prevent searching for any keywords affiliated to Lena and to alert Alex if Kara ever managed to stumble upon a news article.

Remembered listening to Kal and Lois skipping large parts of stories where it was clear that Lena was involved - it was nice in some way to know Lena was getting the credit she deserved, but it hurt when Kal’s stories started to involve gaps at Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year (events that made Kara’s loneliness even more acute and her longing intensify).

Remembered her life without Lena.

Remembered regret and guilt and loss.

Remembered-

“She’s getting married.”

xxx

Kara shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t be anywhere in the vaguest vicinity of where she currently was.

The bride was dressed in a simple silky white shift, sipping intermittently from her champagne glass as she stared contemplatively up at the designer white dress hanging off the door in front of her. Raven locks were pinned up, so tight and intricate that it made Kara wince sympathetically at how it must tug and pinch at the bride’s scalp - she’d always preferred it down, loose and curling… soft and inviting. The bride’s make-up was artistic with a dramatic edge that would captivate but made her look… not like herself in Kara’s opinion.

Or maybe after five years it made Lena look more like herself - the version of herself she had become once free of Kara and all the pain she brought into her life.

She was hovering outside the dressing room window, trying to work out how far she was willing to take this. If it would be better to leave without saying anything, to try and leave some part of Lena’s life unspoiled.

It was the fear that she had always given into when she was best friends with Lena that made her decision for her. Like speaking her truth and learning to ask for what she wanted - Kara had also promised herself that she would never allow that bone deep fear to stop her ever again.

The window was open and it was as good an invite as Kara was ever going to get.

“Lena?”

The beautiful bride-to-be jerked in her place, champagne glass nearly tumbling to the floor but saved at the last second.

She didn’t turn around for a beat… then two…

Kara was just about to escape back through the window when Lena exhaled slowly and pivoted round to meet her.

“Kara?” Lena breathed out, green eyes closed off and wary.

The kryptonian studied the love of her life for a moment, taking in every little detail - soaking it all up as if accepting that this would be the last time she might ever get to see it again. That the timer that had counted past five years would stop after this moment, the hope powering it gone forever.

“Don’t marry them, please.” Kara requested, no flowery language, no build up. Just the honest truth.

“What?” Lena’s jaw dropped and the champagne glass didn’t survive the second shock, crashing to the ground - released by trembling fingers.

“Don’t marry them.” Kara repeated, uncaring of how the carpet below them soaked up the amber liquid.

Lena’s expression flitted through an array of emotions before settling on indignant rage, “And why the hell not?!”

Kara didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat, instead she stood taller, the crest of her super suit catching the early afternoon light. “Because it should have been me. It still should be me.”

Lena scoffed in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. Now? You’re doing this now?”

Kara pursed her lips, fighting back the regret that always came with the reminders of countless missed opportunities. “Yes.”

The straightforwardness of Kara’s answers seemed to be throwing Lena, leaving her wrong-footed, clearly expecting the blonde to talk around and hint and imply like she used to.

But Kara had learnt. (The lesson had been too painful not to.)

“You had years, Kara!” Lena argued, “Years where I…. I threw myself at you. Practically begged you to love me… to trust me…”

“I know.” Kara replied sadly, wanting desperately to reach out when Lena’s pretty green eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. “I know. But I’m here now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” Lena muttered, arms crossed over her chest and head ducked downwards to hide her expression.

“I know that too.” Kara assured, fingers twitching with the desire to make contact, to comfort and coax - even after all these years her body remembered, the pathways of hardwired instinct related to her best friend were still there, still active even if temporarily closed for service.

“Then why are you here?” Lena murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Lena’s head snapped up at that, green eyes like saucers.

Kara’s single biggest regret was that she had never said those words to Lena before, had alluded and pointed at them during their final interaction but had never outright said them. And Lena had deserved to hear them then and deserved to hear them now to forever vanquish the doubts that had always been with her.

“Because I’m in love with you and we didn’t get our chance.” Kara affirmed, taking a half step closer to the bride, her red heeled boots and Lena’s bare feet meaning the younger woman had to tip her head ever so slightly back to maintain eye contact. “We didn’t get our chance because of me. Because I was afraid, I was so afraid of losing you. Of doing even the slightest thing that could mean you weren’t in my life. And in the end every action I took out of fear of losing you ensured just that. I’ve spent five years without you, Lena, and I can’t bear a single day more.”

“Kara,” Lena whispered, “I’m getting married.”

“I know.” Kara smiled sadly before adding, “Don’t.”

“What are you suggesting? Seriously?” Lena sighed, shaking her head mournfully and Kara knew she was losing her then.

“I’m suggesting that we have our chance now before it's gone forever.”

Gathering the small amount of courage Kara had left, she tentatively let her hands nudge forwards, brushing against Lena’s cool, pale fingers. That small contact was everything. Made it easier to breathe, made the colours of the world more vibrant, made everything just more.

“I let fear hold me back from the person that made me happiest in the entire universe and I won’t let it hold me back again.”

“Kara…” Lena whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder at the closed door that her wedding dress was displayed on, though she didn’t pull her hand away from Kara’s touch, didn’t flinch or retreat.

“Do it.” Kara pleaded, stepping across that final slither of distance between them, her forehead leaning forward to rest gently against the side of Lena’s, “Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

Lena inhaled shakily, head returning to forward facing - foreheads pressed against one another, breathing in the same air - and then… and then…

Lena’s hands slipped fully into Kara’s, fingers intertwining together.

#supercorp #supercorpfic #i feel no remorse for this #tempted to do a part two

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pastelavender88 · 3 years ago

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Right Person At Maybe The Wrong Time- Chapter 7

Summary: It’s time for the party with Evan’s friends. Is Y/N ready?

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Today was the day of the party, and Alex was buzzing with excitement. I knew all about Evan's work family. Some who were attending the party were Chimney, who was dating Maddie, Buck's sister. They just had a baby named Jee-Yun, and according to Buck, she was the cutest baby ever. Then, there was Bobby and his wife, Athena. She had two kids named May and Henry. There was Henrietta, her wife, Karen, and their son, Denny. Of course, Eddie and Christopher were going to be there, so I'm sure I'll be fine. When I arrived at the beautiful house, I could tell the party was in full swing. I rang the doorbell, and a beautiful woman opened the door.

The way she dressed, her bright smile, and her dazzling soul reminded me of my mother. She was confused by my presence, but then Buck swiftly came behind her. "Hey, you guys made it. Athena, this is Y/N and Alex." Buck spoke. "Oh, it's nice to meet the both of you. Please, come in." Alex and Buck instantaneously disappeared into the party. Athena turned to me and started to speak. "When Buck first told us about you and Alex, you aren't exactly what I expected," I guess she saw the confused look on my face because she added, "and I mean that in the best way." We both laughed at that. "Well, let me introduce you to everyone." We came over to a small group of others. "Bobby, May, Harry, Micheal, this is Y/N. The mother of Buck's daughter." She pointed to Buck and Alex, who were sticking together like a heartbroken woman to ice cream. "Oh, we've heard so much about the both of you. When Buck said he had a daughter, I didn't think he got a sister pregnant." Everyone looked at the young girl after her statement. "What, I'm just saying." "It's fine, I swear. I'm sure I'm not what anyone expected, it's lovely to meet you, and you guys have a beautiful family." "Although I heard so much about you. Can you tell me more? Tell me about yourself? What do you do for a living?" Bobby asked. "Are you single?" The little boy named Harry asked. His sister hit him upside his head. "Oww... also, why did you settle for Buck?" "I'm about to hit you next if you keep it up, boy." His mom added. I laughed loudly at their family dynamic. It reminded me of when I was younger, and it was just my mom, dad, and me, joking around like that. "He's cute." Harry smiled brightly at that. " I'm mostly a nurse, but I'm working on a book at the moment. My daughter and I moved out here around two years ago. It was after a few unfortunate events, but it led to a new chapter in our life. So, I'm grateful for it." I turned to the little boy and added, "and not that it's your concern, but I am single." The boy seemed to lean in at that. "Though, it's never going to happen." Everyone except Harry laughed at that statement. "Well, don't let us hog you, Enjoy the party!"

After saying thanks, I walked over to where Buck and Alex were hanging out. They were talking to a couple with a baby. So I assumed it was Maddie and her boyfriend, Chimney. "Y/N, this is Chimney, Jee-Yun, and you know Maddie." I looked over, and although she looked slightly different, it was still the Maddie I knew. She hastily wrapped me in a hug. "How are you? Well, other than the whole secret child becoming common knowledge?" Everyone chuckled at that. "I'm great, honestly. So many things are happening, but it's nice to be around people again." Chimney turned to me. "Nice to meet you, I'm Howard, but everyone calls me Chimney." I looked at him like he grew three heads. Buck quickly spoke up. "Don't ask even I don't know." We engaged in some small talk before I decided to mingle with others.

A woman and a person I assumed to be her significant other came over. "Hello, I'm Henrietta, and this is my wife, Karen. Our son Denny is over there with who I assume to be your daughter." "You would be right. Hello, it's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you. Buck's told us a lot about the both of you." Well, Buck sure has gassed us up, huh. "Same here. It's amazing to meet everyone and get to know you all better."

We continued to talk for what felt like hours, and eventually, I made my way to everyone at the party. Finally, I saw a certain brown-eyed fireman. "Well, look who it is. Edmundo Diaz. My favorite firefighter. No girlfriend tonight." "1. Don't let Buck hear you say that. Ever. 2. She's in the bathroom." That kind of threw me off because I never actually met his girlfriend. I didn't think they were that serious, considering him kissing me. Right when I was about to respond, a stunning woman walked up to Eddie and me. "Sorry to interrupt, I'm Ana. It's lovely to meet you." I hate life. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind.

"You too." "You must be Y/N. Buck and Eddie's told me about both you and your daughter, Alex." I looked over to Eddie, and he looked like he wanted to run cartoon style out of the room right now. "Oh, has he? Well, it's lovely meeting you, so what do you do for a living?" I wanted to be considerate, especially since I felt guilty about kissing Eddie. "I'm a vice principal, but I was a teacher not long ago. That's how we met. I was Christopher's teacher." So she wasn't Chris' mom. That's a relief.

The rest of the night was fun and filled with experiences. However, throughout the whole night, I felt someone staring at me. At first, I thought it was Alex or Buck. Although, when I looked, they were having tons of fun. Finally, I went with my suspicions and made eye contact with Eddie. He was looking at me with this look in his eyes. Something I haven't seen in a man in a long time. Boy, am I in for it.

There’s going to be a time skip after this just to get to the point of the season 5, episode 1 events. FYI dividers by @firefly-graphics

Taglist: @champagnesugamama @navs-bhat

#Right Person Wrong Time #Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie and christopher #evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #911 fic #911 fox #athena grant #bobby nash #maddie buckley #original child character

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parancrmcl · 1 month ago

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bianca felt nervous—not the kind of nervous that would make her walk away, but the kind that made her fear missing something. she didn’t want to miss the subtle way alex looked at her, the quiet beauty of the untouched surroundings, or any part of the moment they were sharing. even being here with him, in this place, was more than she could have ever imagined. she didn’t want to let go of his hand. she didn’t want to let go of him. her mind clung desperately to the reality of this—how he had chosen to bring her here, away from everyone and everything that felt suffocating. they walked silently, the only sounds around them coming from the soft crunch of leaves beneath their feet and the occasional brush of wind through the trees. bianca was usually so in control, so calculated in everything she did. but with alex, she felt everything slipping. her mind was clouded by his presence, by the way her body responded to his nearness. he had a way of making her forget her carefully curated life, the perfect role she played as antonio’s wife. when they finally reached the clearing, bianca stopped in her tracks, her breath catching as the moonlight reflected off the pond’s surface, casting a gentle glow over everything. it was breathtaking, almost surreal.

she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen something so beautiful. all the places antonio had taken her over the years—cities, mansions, yachts—had all blurred together into a haze of luxury that meant nothing. but this, this felt different. the simplicity of the cabin overlooking the pond, the quiet stillness of the night, it was something she wanted to commit to memory. it wasn’t grand or showy; it was peaceful, raw, and untouched. for the first time in a long time, bianca felt like she was seeing something real. she turned her head to look at alex, his face bathed in moonlight. he seemed even more striking now, his features softened by the glow of the night. in this moment, the reality of being alone with him—truly alone—hit her. she had been running from this, telling herself that it couldn’t happen, that they were too different. but standing here with him, she realized how much she wanted this. she didn’t care about the consequences, at least not tonight. "it's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe, her eyes flickering between the landscape and alex. she didn’t want to miss a single moment. but the crushing reality of the night’s fleeting nature pressed down on her. soon, too soon, they would have to return to the world they came from, where alex would drive her back to antonio. and she would once again become the perfect wife. but right now, she was just bianca, and she wasn’t thinking about tomorrow. "thank you for bringing me here," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with sincerity. "i really needed to get away from everything." she paused, knowing it was an obvious statement, but it needed to be said. bianca knew alex hadn’t been fooled by her facade, not for a second. and for once, she was grateful that someone saw past her mask.

leading him toward the pond’s edge, she sank down into the soft grass, slipping off her heels and letting out a soft sigh. the cool air brushed against her skin, and for a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight lift off her shoulders. everything about her life had to be so perfect, and it was exhausting. now, sitting here with him, she felt that perfection slipping away, and she welcomed it.

"my mom hated everything about nature," she said after a long pause, her voice softer, tinged with a melancholy she rarely allowed herself to feel. "i remember when my dad wanted to take us camping, and she wouldn’t allow it. but he took us anyway, just the two of us. i loved it—those trips were the only times i felt free." her voice broke slightly, but she didn’t try to hide it. there was something about being here with alex, in this quiet, hidden place, that made her want to share pieces of herself she usually kept locked away. maybe it was because he had brought her here, into his world. he had been willing to share something real with her, and she wanted to do the same. after a long silence, she turned to him, her gaze steady, though her heart was racing. "why did you bring me here, alex?" her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a quiet vulnerability that she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time. "why me?"

alex’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched bianca step out of the car, her movements deliberate, controlled. she had always exuded a certain grace, but here, under the moonlight, in the middle of nowhere, she looked different—vulnerable, real. the tension between them crackled like static, making the air almost unbearable to breathe. his mind was a storm, thoughts swirling so violently he couldn’t hold onto any one of them for more than a moment. everything about this night felt delicate, like something too fragile to last, yet too powerful to resist. as she reached out and took his hand, her touch sent a shock through him, grounding him, pulling him back to the present. her fingers, soft and warm, slipped into his, and it was as if that simple connection calmed the chaos inside him. her smile was small, tentative, but real, and that smile hit him harder than he expected. he was used to her guarded expressions, the layers of manipulation she wore like armor in the city. but here, away from everything, away from the roles they both played, she was something different—something real. for the first time in a long time, he felt like she wasn’t hiding behind a mask.

alex nodded, unable to find the right words at first. the lake, the sky, the woods—they were beautiful, but the way bianca looked at him made it all seem insignificant in comparison. the warmth of her hand in his, the way her eyes had softened, her guard lowering ever so slightly, filled him with a strange mix of fear and longing. he wanted to protect this moment, to keep it suspended in time, untainted by the world that waited for them on the other side. “come on,” he said finally, his voice rougher than he intended as he led her deeper into the woods. he walked in silence, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound breaking the stillness. every step felt surreal, like they were moving through a dream, heading somewhere sacred and untouched by the outside world. the forest around them seemed to close in, dark and quiet, but alex knew the path by heart. he had walked it countless times as a boy, seeking refuge in the safety of the trees, in the solitude of this hidden world. now, he was sharing it with her, a secret he had kept buried deep for years. the cabin came into view, nestled between the trees, the faint glow of moonlight spilling over its rough-hewn walls. it was small, unassuming, a relic from a simpler time, but it was his. a place that had once been his sanctuary. as they approached, the pond came into sight, its surface perfectly still, reflecting the stars above. the sight of it made something inside him relax, like the weight he had been carrying his entire life had momentarily lifted.

“this place…” he began, his voice low, “i used to come here when i needed to get away. when everything else felt… too much.” he let out a breath, his eyes scanning the pond, the trees, before settling back on her. “it’s the only place i ever felt safe.” he turned to her, the weight of his feelings pressing against him like a tide he couldn’t hold back. “i thought… maybe we could sit out by the water,” he said, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “it’s peaceful there.”

#bianca.#bianca ; alex.#hiddcnhorizcns.#I WANT TO SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM #skjdlaksjdlaksdjalkd

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pastelwitchling · 3 years ago

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Hi, idk if you're still doing prompts for malex, but would you be willing to do something where michael is trying to get Alex to be comfortable with receiving compliments and statements of love and actually believing them? In the show it seems whenever Michael makes a statement like that Alex tends to look away like he doesn't understand what's he's done to deserve it and I'd love to see how you interpret that in your writing! If you're able to, thank you in advance!

Michael had started to really notice it one morning, half-dazed by sleep and the warmth of Alex’s naked body against his in the early chill.

Before he even opened his eyes, he was moving to lay halfway over Alex’s back and kiss down his spine. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against the nape of Alex’s neck before kissing there, too.

Alex moaned and scrunched his shoulders, hiding a shy smile. Michael, for whatever reason in that moment, wanted to see his smile more than anything. He tilted up his chin and kissed the corner of Alex’s mouth, giving the skin at his jaw a small bite and making Alex gasp.

“You’re an animal,” he breathed shakily, burying his face in his pillow and Michael slid down his body.

“And you’re gorgeous,” Michael groaned, pressing another kiss to Alex’s shoulder blade. He couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe that he got to have Alex like this, that Alex wanted him like this. Nothing, he knew, could ever compare to these moments.

“Turn over,” he pleaded, tugging on Alex’s waist. “I want to see you.”

Alex bit his lower lip and did as he was told, a blush spreading across his cheeks as Michael audibly keened at the sight and pushed his legs apart, climbing in between.

His mouth hung open as he traced a hand up Alex’s thigh, his hip, the trail of hair down his stomach, his chest. His breath when he spoke was labored. “Do you have . . . any idea . . . how perfect you are?”

Alex closed his eyes and turned his face away from Michael’s gaze. “Don’t,” he whimpered, and it made Michael want to nip at his waist. Alex gasped and bucked his hips.

Michael came up to his face and kissed his forehead. “Look at me,” he growled. Alex wouldn’t. Michael took his face in one hand. “Look at me.”

Alex slowly opened his eyes, the dark brown turned to bright hazel by the sunlight pouring in through the windows. A smile tugged at Michael’s lips.

“Say you’re beautiful,” he said in a gravelly voice.

“Guerin,” he squirmed, his hips seeking friction against Michael’s. Michael swallowed, so tempted to give it to him. But he couldn’t stand this. Looking back on every compliment he’d ever given Alex, the way Alex would look down or look away, the way he’d turn the conversation around or shift the praise to somebody else. No more.

“Say it,” Michael whispered, slotting his mouth against Alex’s and kissing him just long enough to make him whine. “Say it, or I’m getting up.”

Alex reached out instinctively, taking Michael’s hips in his hands and holding on, keeping him close. Little did Alex know that Michael was completely bluffing. As if he would ever be able to move away.

“I’m . . .,” Alex shook his head, shutting his eyes as the blush across his cheeks deepened. “I’m . . . beautiful.”

“Good boy,” Michael’s grin widened, and he grinded his hips along Alex’s, making him shiver and making his own jaw drop before he pulled away again. “Damn,” he breathed. “Now say you’re perfect.”

“Guerin!”

Michael laughed. “Too hard for you, Captain Manes?”

“Please,” he begged, meeting Michael’s gaze with heavy-lidded hungry. “Touch me.”

Michael groaned, biting his lower lip so hard he almost drew blood. He grinded his hips down once, and licked up the side of Alex’s neck. “Say you’re perfect,” he breathed into Michael’s ear.

Alex’s whimpers started to sound more like desperate cries. “Guerin, please –”

“Say it, Private.”

“I don’t want to,” Alex huffed, and turned away. Michael faltered, and Alex took the chance to sit up, turning his back to Michael, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath.

Michael sat behind him, his fists curling in the bedsheet.

“If I was perfect,” Alex said, “I would never have let you get away in the first place. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time. Every time you tell me how – how beautiful or smart or amazing I am –,” he cut off with a flinch, like the words were ridiculous. “I just keep thinking of how badly I screwed everything up and I feel like a fraud, so please, no more empty compliments and – and trying to get me to buy any of it, it just makes me feel worse.”

Michael stared, panting. He’d had no idea. Slowly, like he might approach a scared animal, he put a hand on Alex’s shoulder, letting it fall down his arm. He came up behind him, his legs bracketing Alex’s body as he hugged him, hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Alex covered Michael’s hands on his stomach with his own. “I’m – I’m sorry,” he shook his head, his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

Michael waited a moment for Alex to regain his breath before he said, “You’re not the one who screwed everything up.”

Alex turned away, already disbelieving. “Guerin –”

“I pushed you away,” he said. “I pushed you out every time. When I got scared, you kept coming back for me. You were always there for me, Alex, even when I wouldn’t make it easy to be. When you got scared, I . . . I abandoned you. I wanted easy instead of real. That was never your fault.”

Alex scrunched his shoulders, his face hidden. Michael pressed his brow to the back of Alex’s head, breathing him in, his eyes shut.

“I’ve done a lot of stuff I regret, Private,” he said, “but letting you think you were anything less than perfect because I was too scared to be with you . . . there’s nothing worse.”

Alex turned in his hold at once, crashing their mouths together. Michael tasted salty tears, though that may have been Michael’s own. He didn’t care. Alex murmured apologies against his mouth, but Michael only shook his head, kissing him harder. He wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist, pulling him down and kissing him into the sheets, tilting his head and slotting their mouths together.

“I need you to say it,” Michael pleaded the second they pulled apart to breathe. “I need you to know, Alex. I need you to know how perfect you are. How lucky I am. Please say it. Say it for me.”

Holding Michael’s gaze, his own pleading, Alex said, “I’m – I’m perfect. I’m perfect, please, just kiss me.”

Michael’s wet laugh was cut off as he crashed their mouths together. When he pulled back, he touched Alex’s jaw. “You know how much I love you, don’t you?”

Alex smirked, pulling Michael down by his hips this time and not letting him up. “I know,” he said in a raspy voice that sent shivers down Michael’s body. “I am perfect, after all.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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I loved the milf reader scenario so much!!!! Asdfghjkl if you feel like it could you write ome where their kids are in college or something and tom's comes home to yn and a boy laughing and chatting together and toms gets really jealous and when he confronts the boy he is like "sir... i'm gay?"

I know, I just know that Tom is a jealous man but in a funny way. Like he worries about everything but a real problem

Your children had pleanty of friends, your house often became the social spot as they loved seeing tom and you were sweet to each and every one of them.

Your eldest twins were in college, Sage and willow both coming home for the weekend Sage bringing home a guy friend who was unfamiliar to tom. First thinking he was just a friend—having a hard time seeing his kids date—then caught him extra friendly with you one morning over coffee.

But morning coffee chats weren’t the only thing that made tom turn is head. The helping with the dishes, offering more wine to you, lunch chit chats that normally were shared with you and Tom. Tom was not new to the insecure feeling of thinking that you could move to someone better, someone more attractive.

“Hey Parker, right?” Tom caught the boy in the back. Sage with you leaving the boy right where he needed him.

“Yeah,” he kid only drank from his beer. “Thank you for having me over this weekend. I kinda panicked since my parents are in America but you have such a lovely home...” the kid rambles. Tom looks over at you, you who gave birth to two beautiful girls that looked just like you. His girls he were so proud of.

“Look, parker, I don’t know if you and my daughter are a thing or becoming a thing but leave my wife alone? I know she’s attractive, especially for her age—“ Tom goes on. The bot turned a strawberry red and clutched into his beer as tight as he can.

“Sir...in all my respect...I-I never flirted with your wife a-and your daughter is beautiful and lovely but I’m...I thought maybe she’d say something but I’m into guys.” The boy swallows hard. In the moment, the two of them don’t know who’s more embarrassed. “I-I’m gonna go inside.” He clears his throat and walks off. Into the house leaving Tom stunned.

“Tom? You alright?” You come over, placing your hand on your husbands shoulder for he looks as if he’s seen a ghost.

“Dad! Are you serious?” He can hear his girl from the inside getting ready to march at him and tell him he’s wrong for his doing.

“What did you do?” You face him and he looks at you with panic.

“I thought that parker kid wanted to fuck you! Like he was flirting with you! I-I told him to stop a-and—“ he starts and you rub your hands over your face.

“And he’s gay. Tom everyone knew that.” You groan and his eyes only went bigger.

“Well I didn’t! Fuck! No one wanted to tell me!” He lets his hands run over his face. You see an angry Sage coming out of the house, maybe you and Tom didn’t think how both of your anger combine would pass onto your kids but boy did you learn throughout the years.

“This is your problem!” You quickly move away and Tom gives you eyes but you only laugh a bit as you watch your daughter tell off her dad from the sides. Tom red in embarrassment and you holding back a laugh, once Sage goes inside you walk back over to tom to make sure he’s okay.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you press a kiss to his red cheek. His body warm from the embarrassment and his eyes wide with fear still.

“You worried more about the gay kid than the text messages on Alex’s phone from his friend who’s literally called me a milf before.” You know what can of worms you’re opening by this statement. Toms face turned a new kind of red, red of anger and you only laughed as you kissed his cheek.

“Hey, hey, I’m married to you? I love you? Just because I’ve got big tits and barely any wrinkles does not—“ you start and he only shuts you up by planting a kiss to your lips.

“Should’ve told me the kid was gay and we should ground Alex.” He mumbled to you and you only laugh.

“It was pretty obvious if you listened to anything at dinner last night and Alex is fine. Leave him and his friends be. I get that I’m a hot mom. I mean...don’t think I don’t see people calling you a dilf.” You wink.

That night, in embarrassment, Tom curled up to your side. Letting your hands run through his hair and talk his insecurities about your love out of him. You had him, just him, and he gave you the best life ever. No one could replace what you two had.

#kats blurbs #dad!tom #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland au

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indiee19 · 3 years ago

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In My Room

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You meet (TAOTU!) Alex at a pub in Berlin, and he takes you back to his hotel room.

warnings: smut, fingering, hint of oral sex (f! receiving)

word count: 3330

A/n: part 2, anyone?

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The bartender gave you your third drink of the night, taking away the empty beer bottle that was in front of you. You were by no means drunk, knowing how to control your alcohol, but you were slightly tipsy, a faint buzz would be how you would describe it.

You didn't come to the pub to get drunk anyways, just wanted a break from everything that was going on in your life at the moment.

"Excuse me, but ... is this seat taken?" a man asked. You turned around to answer him. You were about to tell him yes, that the seat was taken, even though it wasn't, but you didn't. Instead you answered, "No, it's not."

Earlier on in the night, you'd been asked that question a lot, and every time you said that it was taken, but there was something about the boy that had asked you. He was calm, polite, and most importantly, he didn't call you random names unlike the other guys that asked you earlier. And apart from all that, he was cute and you couldn't deny that.

"I'm ... I'm Alex, by the way," he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. You took his hand and introduced yourself. He repeated your name, the sound of him saying it music to your ears. "That's a really pretty name," Alex stated.

You blushed at his compliment. "Thank you, Alex," you said.

"You're welcome, love," Alex said. He ordered his drink, taking it slowly. In the back of your mind you knew that you recognized him, but couldn't quite put your finger on where you knew him from.

"So, what do you do for a living?" you questioned, slowly drinking your beer just like Alex was, in the back of your mind you wanted to go home with him so you didn't want to be drunk, though you kept telling yourself that it wouldn't happen.

"I'm in a band. Well, two actually," he answered, taking a swig of his drink. Then, it hit you. You knew him from Arctic Monkeys, he was the lead singer and you realized that you also knew him from The Last Shadow Puppets and knew that they were touring here in Berlin for their album The Age Of The Understatement.

"Wait, you're Alex Turner, from Arctic Monkeys and The Last Shadow Puppets, right?" you asked. Alex nodded in response and you screamed internally. The lead singer of your favourite band was making conversation with you. And knowing that he sang only made him seem more cute to you than before.

"Not to be one of those pesky fan girls, but I just wanted to say that I love your music," you said. He put down his drink. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it," he replied, turning towards you and smiled.

Your face flushed and you looked away, looking down at your drink. All of a sudden, you felt someone tap on your shoulder and turned around. When you turned around, there was a clearly very drunk man.

"You here alone?" the man slurred, leaning on the counter. You tried to think of an excuse to say, but every time you tried to speak, you just stumbled over your words.

"No, she's not. She's here with me," Alex said, wrapping an arm around you, pretending like you were together.

"O-okay. Let me know if you want to ditch him though," the man said and walked away. You turned to Alex.

"Thank you, Alex. You have no idea how much it means to me," you thanked him, finishing off your drink.

"It's alright, love," he said, finishing off his drink as well, except his was a lot more full than yours was. "Do you ... do you want to come back to me 'otel room and chat there?"

"Y-yeah, sure. I'd love to," you said. He smiled and the both of you got up from your seats at the bar. You reached into your bag for your wallet, about to pay off your tab, then Alex stopped you from paying.

"I got it, love," Alex said and got out his wallet, paying for you and him. Alex payed and put his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the pub.

He flagged down a taxi cab and opened the door for you, getting in after you and he told the driver where his hotel was.

The ride was mostly quiet, the silence leaving when you asked Alex a question. "Why'd you pay my tab for me?" you asked after a few minutes of silence, fiddling with your fingers.

"Well, I payed your tab because-" he stopped when the driver stopped the car at Alex's hotel. He got out and waited for you to exit the cab before talking to the driver.

"Danke, dass du uns abgesetzt hast. Wie viel schulde ich dir?" Alex asked, speaking perfect German.

"Vierzig Euro," the driver said. Alex got out his wallet and paid the driver. He drove off and Alex walked to the door where you were.

"I didn't know you could speak German," you said.

"Not many people do. I learned it from me mum," he replied, placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you inside.

He walked you to the elevator, pressing the call button. Once the doors opened, he let you get inside first, walking in after you and pressing the fifth floor button. You both stood there in silence, like it was in the taxi, not awkward silence, but silence, like you didn't know what to say.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You both walked out and Alex led you to his room. You were almost there when someone stopped you. You immediately recognized him. It was Miles Kane.

"Hey, Al," Miles said, hugging Alex. "Who's this beauty that you've got with you?"

You smiled and introduced yourself. Miles took your hand and gave it a light kiss, making you laugh. Alex looked at you and smiled to himself, his face lighting up and his heart fluttering when he saw you laugh. He felt as if the heavens were humming a stun gun lullaby.

"What a charmer you are, Miles," you laughed.

"Oh, please, call me Mi," he said.

"Okay. What a charmer you are, Mi," you repeated. You all chatted for a bit, talked about about things. Like how long they were going to be on tour, how they met, and if they had plans to release another album. As you talked, they kept goofing around. Sometimes Miles would put Alex in a headlock, or Alex would play with Miles's hair. It wasn't in a weird way, it was more in a brotherly way and you found that adorable.

You thought that you three would chat for the entire night in the hallway and you wouldn't mind that but Miles unfortunately had to leave.

"Alright, I won't keep you two for any longer," Miles said, hugging you and Alex goodbye, lightly kissing your cheek. "I hope to see you again, love."

You returned the statement and and said the same thing back to him. You started walking down the hall, stopping and turning around when Alex didn't catch up to you. You saw Miles whispering something in his ear and slipping something into the pocket of his pants.

Alex looked down at the ground and said something back to him. You tried to read their lips and got something along the lines of, "Mi, you and I both know that won't happen, even as much as I want it to," from Alex, though you couldn't be sure since you weren't very good at it and they were quite a few feet away.

Miles winked at Alex and walked away, Alex walked towards you.

"Sorry about that, love," he said, leading you to his hotel room. Room 521. He pulled his keycard out of his wallet and unlocked the door, allowing you to go in first.

The room was beautiful. Wine in a bucket full of ice, a small lounge off to the side and a large bed in the center of the main room, the bathroom across the lounge.

"Make yourself comfortable," Alex said, putting his wallet down on the small table by the door, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter, walking out to the balcony and you followed after putting your handbag down beside his wallet.

He opened the pack, taking out a cigarettes and lighting it. "You want one?" he asked. You shook your head and Alex nodded, closing the pack and putting it and the lighter down on the small table. He took a long drag from it, taking the cigarette in between two of his fingers, blowing the smoke out of his mouth away from you.

You walked back inside and sat down on the bed, looking around the room. It was a few minutes before Alex came back inside the room, taking his time with his smoke, thinking. He eventually finished his smoke and flicked it off the balcony, grabbing his lighter and putting it in the pack of cigarettes, walking back in and putting the pack on the table with his wallet and your bag.

Alex came and sat down beside you, turning on the lamp beside the bed.

"You want anything to drink?" he asked.

"No thanks, Alex," you replied. He nodded. Alex was about to say something but stopped himself. He got up and went to the small fridge in the corner of the main room. He got out a small bottle of whiskey and opened it, pouring it in a small shotglass. He downed the whole thing in one swig, putting the whiskey back in the fridge and putting the shotglass down.

He didn't do it to show off, he did it regain some of the confidence that he had earlier when he asked you to come back to his hotel room. He walked back over to the bed, sitting back down beside you.

You went to say something but before you could Alex kissed you deeply, using the whiskey he'd just downed as confidence. Though, he pulled away when you didn't kiss back.

"I-I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't 'ave, should I?" he said. You smiled and kissed him before he could say anything else. You kissing him took Alex back for a second, but he quickly kissed you back. He bit your bottom lip teasingly, demanding for entrance into your mouth and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission.

His tongue explored your mouth, he tasted like the whiskey he had, the beer had drank at the pub, and a cigarette that he'd smoked just a few minutes ago. He cupped your face with his hands, your arms going around his neck.

Alex pulled you over to him, situating you in his lap. You pulled away to breath, pushing a small piece of hair out of Alex's face. "Thought I had made a mistake there," he laughed, his hands rubbing up your thighs.

"Well, I promise that you didn't. It just took me by surprise," you said. He smiled and kissed you again, working his way down to your jaw. He flipped you so that he was on top and you were on bottom. He kissed down your neck, settling on your sweet spot.

He pulled away tugging on your shirt, you sat up a little, Alex helping you pull your shirt over your head. Alex pulled your bra down so that your tits spilled over it, dipping his head down, wasting no time to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, one of his hands fondling your other breast.

Alex took his time with his kisses, switching over to your other breast when he saw fit. He started to kiss down your chest, stopping just before your jeans. He looked up at you. "Can I take these off, love?"

You nodded eagerly, watching him smirk and begin to undo your jeans. You lifted you hips so that Alex could pull them off of you, throwing them to the floor as well as removing your panties.

Alex kissed up the insides of your thighs, stopping below your dripping wet heat, sucking on a spot on your thighs below your core. "Alex, please," you said, locking eyes with him once he looked up.

"As you wish," he smirked, pushed your legs apart and pluton eon your legs over his shoulder, immediately dipping his head down to your core. His tongue lapped at your folds, coming into contact with your clit, pressing down on it. Your hands moved to his hair, tugging on it. His fingers went to your entrance, circling it, spreading your arousal around.

He pushed two of his fingers inside your dripping wet cunt, curling and twisting them. You moaned loudly in response, pulling on his hair harder, a moan falling from his lips which sent vibrations up your body.

Alex sat up, using his free and to wipe his face that was now slick with your arousal. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a pace of his own liking, watching the expressions on your face that was caused by the pleasure that he was giving you.

You started rolling your hips onto his hand, desperate for more friction, the slow, teasing pace he had set not nearly enough for you. Alex's thumb coming in contact with your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles on it.

You kept rolling your hips, trying to get his fingers to pump in and out of you at a faster pace.

"Yes, baby, make yourself feel good on me fingers," he hissed, stopping the movements of his fingers, letting you grind your hips on him, allowing you to set a pace of your liking.

You rolled your hips faster, your moans filling the room. Alex moved to be sat over you, kissing your neck again, sucking on your sweet spot.

You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm, hands finding their way back into Alex's hair, pulling on it more.

Alex pressed his thumb down on your clit harshly, curling his fingers deep inside you, sending you spiraling. You pulled on his hair as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You felt as if you were on cloud nine.

You came down from your high, ceasing the movements of your hips, whimpering when Alex removed his fingers from you. Alex sat up and removed his shirt, standing up to take off his pants and boxers. He reached into the pocket if his pants, pulling out a condom. He climbed back over you, straddling your hips.

He ripped open the silver packet and rolled the condom onto his length, giving his cock a few pumps, positioning his cock at your entrance, his tip teasing your folds, his cock being coated with your arousal.

"Alex, please, I need you," you whined. He smirked and jolted his hips forward, sinking inside you in one swift push. He gave you very little time to adjust to his size before he started to move. He moved slowly, going at the same pace his fingers were before.

You rolled your hips onto him again, the small amount of friction that he was giving you not nearly enough.

"Look at you, trying fuck yourself on me," he laughed, grabbing your hips to keep them still and began to speed his thrusts up and your eyes shut automatically. He leaned down, his arms holding him up above you. Alex delivered a particularly hard thrust and then stop, your eyes opening, searching for his.

"I want you to look at me, okay," he said and you nodded, he started his thrusts again, the pace gradually increasing. You already found it hard to keep your eyes open even though he had just started to begin thrusting into you again.

You grabbed Alex's biceps, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this good, and you didn't think that someone had ever made you feel this good before now.

Alex thrusted hard into you, his cock hitting that spongey spot that made you see stars. "Do that again, Alex," you said, your voice trailing off into a moan when Alex repeated the motion.

"That?" he teased, stilling for a moment. You nodded eagerly, moaning loudly once again when he repeated the motion for a third time.

You felt a knot grow in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm approaching quickly. One of Alex's hands left from beside your head to go to your clit, rubbing on it in sync with with his thrusts.

"God, Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered, bringing your hands into his hair. Alex's head fell on your shoulder, kissing your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, starting a hickey. Alex delivered a very hard thrust and simultaneously pressed down on your clit which tipped you over the edge.

You pulled on his hair, eyes rolling back into your head, back arching off the bed into Alex. The feeling of your walls contracting around Alex's cock was enough to trigger Alex's own orgasm. His hot release coating the inside of the condom, biting down on your neck.

Alex kept moving his hips, riding out both of your orgasms. Alex stilled his movements after you both came down from your highs. You let go of his hair, smoothing it down.

"Wow," you panted.

"Yeah, wow," Alex said, raising his head from your neck and kissing you lightly. He used his remaining strength to pull out of you and walk to the bathroom, disposing the condom. While he was gone you gathered yourself and began to grab your clothes. You fixed your bra and then Alex came back out of the bathroom.

"What're you doing?" he asked, getting a pair of boxers out of his bag and putting them on, starting to pick up his clothes and throwing them by his bag.

"I was ... I was just getting dressed so I could leave," you said.

"Y-you don't have to leave. I-I mean, if you don't want to," he said, his voice cracking mid sentence. He seemed much more shy now, the alcohol that fueled his confidence wearing off.

"Are you sure because I can leave-" he cut you off by kissing you deeply, much like before. He pulled away after a minute to speak.

"Stay, please, unless you really want to leave," he said, cupping your cheeks. "Okay," you replied, putting your clothes down. He smiled and your heart melted. He was so adorable.

He pulled back the duvet and sheets on the bed and you got in, Alex followed and you cuddled up to him. You raised your leg to go over his, whining a little when his skin rubbed up against your clit, still sensitive to even the smallest contact.

"You want a pair of me boxers to sleep in?" he asked, raising up slightly.

"Yes, please. If you don't mind," you replied. He got up and went to his bag, getting out a pair of his grey boxers, walking back to you, handing you them.

"Thank you, Alex," you said, moving the duvet back, sliding the boxers on. He climbed back into bed and kissed you. You nuzzled into his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

"Alex," you said. He looked at you and asked, "What is it, love?"

You looked back up at him, locking eyes with him. "What were you and Miles talking about?" you asked.

"He said that I'm very lucky to 'ave you and said that he hopes that I 'get some' tonight and gave me the condom," he laughed. You laughed as well and he turned off the lamp, kissing the top of your head.

He fell asleep first, his little snores lulling you to sleep a few minutes after him.

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