#that should be everything from the gala. if anyone has seen something else or thinks we missed something let us know and send us the link!

[dailyedvinryding]

Edvin being interviewed at Guldbaggengala 2025

Translation: Edvin talks about his outfit and is challenged to answer the question what he's wearing as his character Prince Wilhelm. He's wearing a suit from a Swedish brand, Oscar Jacobsson, and it feels very nice to be there, it's fantastic, thank you!

via Damernas Värld

[cherrysurf]

hihihihi!!! here for the christmas event ofCCccc <33

we should bake chocolate chips reindeer cookies!! i brought a secret santa gift and afterwards we should go visit santa at the mall <33

okay so i’m going to give you a choice. go with whoever inspires you most!! between kageyama, suna, semi, sakusa and hinata <33

A gift from who !

hi my sweet twisha i hope you love this!

Tis the season of loving and giving, your dear brother koutarou decided to host a small christmas party for the msby team with your help of course, after all your his only sibling and you decorate and cook amazing he just knew he needed you to come. Plus you were fairly acquainted with the msby team, especially sakusa. You and him had the same interest in art, which was rare to find nowadays so you both would occasionally talk about galas, and some of your recent paintings that you did in your spare time. koutarou was very jealous that you got kiyoomi to like you so fast, and now he feels as though kiyoomi has yet to fully think of kou as his friend, but you know that couldn’t be farther from the truth kiyoomi actually deeply cared for his teammates it’s just the way he showed it was different you learned this over time though he was difficult to read like a painting from an artist you’ve never seen before, but as you get the know the artist the paintings become more clear and understanding, not only aside from how you learned kiyoomi he was also as beautiful as art, he was sculpted to perfection but anyone could tell you that part.

As you sit down enjoy the ambience and everyone’s company and laughter throughout the room, bokuto decides it’s time for secret santa you got hinata for your secret santa which was easy enough you got him a brand new set of knee pads, healing ointments and a beach and regular volleyball. To say he was happy is the least of it. He was quite literally jumping off the walls in happiness, even though you didn’t get sakusa for secret santa you still bought him a gift, because that’s what friends do. It was a metal water bottle with his initials and a carving of one of his favorite pieces that you painted. You figured it’s something he can always have on him, but you were doubting your gift a lot.

come to find out kiyoomi got you as his secret santa, he handed you the gift it was in a baby blue box with a cream colored bow. As you opened it your eyes beamed with happiness. It was a special order paint brush set. It was dark wood with your initials at the bottom of each brush, ran and hugged him tightly not caring what anyone thought, the gift was that special and that beautiful to you better than anything else. He was shocked but slowly sank into your embrace enjoying the hug. Later that night as everything died down you pulled him to the side giving him your gift, as he opened it you could see a smile form on his lips “thank you yn it’s beautiful it’s a piece of you wherever i go” he says looking at you smiling “i’m glad you love it, it’s not near as good as the gift you gave me but i hope you enjoy it” you say smiling. “me giving you that gift for secret santa wasn’t the only reason why tho. It was because i like you yn, everything about you it’s just what i need in my life” he says looking at you “i thought i was being delusional about my feelings for you this entire time kiyoomi i'm glad i was wrong” you giggle, he pulls you into a warm embrace once more now the boys come to check what’s all the commotion about only to find you two hugging “wow i guess i’ll never be the favorite bokuto now” koutarou says sulking “you never were and never will be” kiyoomi says looking at him still not letting you go, the room breaks out in laughter as bokuto tries to run and pull you away from kiyoomi. This was the most perfect party ever.

[avacoleman]

all i wanted (was you) || a firstprince fic

summary: It's been nearly a decade since exes Henry and Alex have last seen or heard from each other. After one unexpected night of reuniting thanks to the meddling of their mutual friend, the pair find that neither time nor circumstance can stop their flame from rekindling. With the complications of Henry's marriage to another man and his scheduled return to London looming, the two must navigate life's difficulties as they grapple with what a possible future could mean for them.

chapter 1/9 || rated e || read on ao3 || listen to the playlist *updates every tues. and fri.*

I could follow you to the beginning Just to relive the start Maybe then we'd remember to slow down At all of our favorite parts

Women in gorgeous dresses, men in perfectly tailored tuxedos, this year’s Okonjo Foundation gala is glamorous and fabulous, everything one could expect from an event hosted by Pez.

Henry finds himself in the midst of it all. The room is packed with all sorts of influential people in different industries. Henry is proud to have a place among them. As COO of Fox Mountchristen Windsor Inc, England’s premiere media conglomerate, his position on the foundation's board of directors is an additional point of pride. All the same, he typically feels like a fish out of water when he’s without someone he knows to offset the intensity of such a large gathering.

Henry isn’t exactly sure how he’s landed into a conversation with strangers, but they seem to know of him nonetheless. He makes cordial talk with an older couple and two hanger-ons. Henry feels terrible for already forgetting everyone’s name, especially as they seem keen on making him the focus of the group’s conversation.

“And where is your lovely husband tonight?” a woman asks. Suddenly the ring on Henry’s fourth finger feels more like a noose around his neck.

He clears his throat to buy himself a moment. It’s a question he knew was inevitable. One doesn’t marry one of the newest emerging faces in the tech world without constantly being seen as a packaged, inseparable pair.

“I’m afraid Daniel is in San Francisco right now.”

“Such a power couple,” the woman notes, nodding sagely. “Stopping in and conquering both coasts.”

This gets polite laughter from those gathered. To Henry, his laugh sounds false to his own ears, but it doesn’t look as if anyone else notices. The current state of things between him and Daniel couldn’t be more blatantly defined than the fact that they are once more separated. It’s been a running theme in their relationship long before they even uttered the words “I do”. 

It always feels prominent but never more so than when Henry is at events like this and finds himself flying solo. 

He thinks back to the conversation he had with Daniel at their home in London. Henry had told Daniel all about the Okonjo Foundation’s gala in New York, how excited he was to be with Pez for the event and a subsequent working stay as they had plans to expand the foundation. Daniel had agreed to come, a whole month and a half ago. Henry had been glad for it too. It would, in his eyes, be a nice show of support to Pez and the organization Henry was on the board of.

However, just two weeks ago, Daniel had gone back on his promise, citing that he was needed for a conference out in the Bay Area. Henry has been stewing on it for two weeks, unsure whether or not he should believe his own husband. They’ve been through this before, sudden changes to Daniel’s schedule that were nothing more than covers for his infidelity.

Henry runs a hand through his hair, bracing himself as he sees the woman gearing up to say something else to him. He prays that it isn’t more inquiring about Daniel or unsolicited probing into their relationship.

Henry suddenly feels a hand on the small of his back. He looks to the left and almost sighs loudly in relief to find his best friend beside him, champagne flute in his free hand.

“I must whisk our dear Henry away. I’m overdue for a catch up and this beautiful man traveled across the sea just to be here with me tonight,” Pez says to the others.

Henry awkwardly waves and says his goodbyes before turning away from the group.

“Thanks for that,” he says under his breath as he and Pez begin to shuffle away.

Pez hands the glass to Henry of which Henry gratefully accepts.

“That uneasy laugh was practically a Bat-Signal. I knew I was needed.” Pez smiles warmly. “It’s so good to see you in person, Hazza. This city is nothing without you, darling.”

Henry jokingly rolls his eyes but he’s admittedly touched. He’s missed Pez a great deal too even though they visit each other and keep in touch just about every day. 

“Well, good thing you’ve got me for a few weeks then, huh?”

Pez grins and bumps his shoulder against Henry’s just before snagging a high table for them to settle in. Between the decor and the quality of drinks, it’s obvious alone in this cocktail hour that no expense has been spared for the Okonjo Foundation’s gala. Henry can only imagine what the hall where the main event is set to start in a few minutes must look like.

As he spends the vast majority of his time back home in England, Henry’s excitement for this evening can’t be overstated. Being back in New York never ceases to put his mind at ease. He supposes he should feel guilty for the thought. He thinks again of Daniel, of the fact that he’s on this trip alone without his husband of two years but the way Henry sees it, it’s hardly different than any other time.

He and Daniel always spend more time apart than together. It’s always been a truth of their marriage– for better or for worse.

Their union was logical. Even with her bigoted thinking, his grandmother couldn’t deny that the combined forces of FMW and Daniel’s lucrative tech company put them in even better standings on a global scale. For Henry, that was truly secondary. He’d fallen hard for Daniel, drawn in by his passion for his dreams, his ambition. At a time when Henry had personally felt so uncertain about his direction in life, it’d been remarkable to find someone who had such a strong sense of self.

In hindsight, he’s been seeing the downside of that. It’d made it so Henry was far more forgiving on things he’d opted to turn a blind eye to.

Henry pushes those thoughts aside once more. Now isn’t the time to dwell on negatives. Tonight is meant to be a celebration, a time for joy and togetherness for a worthy cause.

Henry takes a sip of his drink and continues to survey the crowd as Pez gets a glass of his own from a passing waiter.

“Addressing the large elephant in the room, but I take it Daniel still couldn’t make a shift in his schedule?”

Henry sighs and shakes his head.

“No, he couldn’t. I’m sorry he wasn’t able to attend, but I’m sure he’ll do his best to make it next time.”

Pez snorts.

“I’ll lament in my diary later,” he says dryly.

Henry knows better than to say anything more on the matter. Pez, he acknowledges, has good reason to dislike Daniel. No one holds a grudge better than Pez on behalf of someone he loves. Henry can’t fault him. Some days he secretly envies Pez’s standpoint though he doubts he’d ever say that aloud. All it took was one night of Henry breaking down to Pez in the early days of his relationship with Daniel for Pez to mark him as enemy number one.

It didn’t matter that Daniel had promised he changed, that he would never betray Henry’s trust again. It didn’t matter that Henry had decided to let it go and keep trying. The damage was done in Pez’s eyes and always would be.

“So, I have a bit of a confession to make,” Pez says, switching gears.

Henry raises a brow, instantly suspicious. He’s intrigued but with a friend like Pez, things could go either way.

“Should I be nervous?”

Pez bites on the corner of his lip.

“Well, that’s subjective.”

“That sounds like a yes.”

Pez waves him off.

“I wasn’t lying before when I said I wanted to catch up. There is an update I want to share but it’s not exactly about me.”

Henry tries and fails to guess where Pez might be alluding to.

“I feel like I’m conversing with the Cheshire Cat. What are you on about?”

Pez pauses for a beat, lightly drumming his fingers on the clothed tabletop.

“Alex is coming tonight,” Pez says. The words are said so casually, it’s as if Pez is merely making commentary on the floral arrangements.

Henry swears his heart stops for a moment. His mind floods with memories of his college ex, his first love. The suddenness of hearing his name, of knowing he’ll be face to face with him for the first time in almost ten years makes Henry’s mouth go dry.

“Alex? M-my Alex? Well not my Alex.” Henry sighs. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”

“Mhmm,” Pez hums, brows rising over the rim of his champagne flute as he takes a sip.

Flustered, Henry downs the contents of his own in one gulp. 

In all fairness, he should have expected this. He’s known full well that Pez and Alex have stayed friends over the years. After all, Pez wasn’t the one that dated and subsequently fell in love with Alex. They were far more equipped to handle Alex’s move back to the U.S once Alex’s year abroad was up after second year.

In hindsight, Henry knows he could have done more to try and be an active part of Alex’s life, but it’d hurt too much to say goodbye in the first place. A clean break felt like the only way to push through. He’s heard bits and pieces about Alex’s life via offhand comments from Pez and the occasional cyberstalking.

He knows Alex managed to pass the bar on his first try. He knows Alex lives here in New York City and has been thriving at his practice. He knows, in his bones, that he should have prepared for this.

“Easy there now. This isn’t tequila. If you want shots, we can go to a bar after my shindig has ended.”

Stronger grade alcohol sounds like a dream now.

Henry keeps watch of the room, eyes scanning like he’s anticipating a potential threat. He figures preparedness is his best chance. If he can locate Alex before his ex finds him, he’ll stand a better chance of bracing for impact. 

It takes another ten minutes but there, a few feet away, Henry spots a familiar head of curls. Even though his back is currently to them, Henry can easily recognize Alex. No amount of time could ever disabuse him of that skill.

Henry is a married man. His heart should not be reacting to Alex and yet it jackhammers behind his ribs all the same. He tells himself it’s just nerves and excitement in seeing an old friend. He thinks nothing of the fact that, in the almost ten years since they broke up, Alex still very much owns his heart.

Alex turns and looks around the room. He seems adorably unsure of himself in this sea of people, clearly trying to find a familiar face.

Pez squeaks, spotting Alex now, and places his empty glass on a passing tray.

“Alexander,” Pez sings loudly like a long lost Schuyler sister.

Alex smiles and follows the sound of his name being sung to where Henry and Pez stand. There’s a brief look of surprise on Alex’s face when his eyes land on Henry. His smile is still in place but it morphs into something a little different, something a bit softer. Perhaps even shyer and reminiscent of the man Henry once knew.

Henry only has a few seconds to collect himself before Alex starts coming over to them.

Henry takes stock of Alex as he approaches, snaking his way smoothly through the crowds. Time has been good to Alex, ridiculously so. If Henry is being frank, Alex has only gotten hotter—objectively speaking, of course. His hair is a little longer. A hint of a 5 o’clock shadow dusts his face. He’s even opted to wear his wire-framed glasses tonight. Needless to say, the look as a whole works.

It’s been one thing to see pictures of Alex online. It’s quite another to be faced with him in the flesh.

“Alex,” Henry greets softly, his eyes still raking over his ex as he joins him and Pez. 

Suddenly Henry feels like he’s in university all over again. His heart flutters, his stomach twisting into knots. It’s been forever and yet still, Alex makes him nervous.

“It’s been…far too long.”

“Eight years, if you can believe it,” Alex replies.

Henry can. He’s loathed every single year that’s separated them since they phased each other out. 

“You look great,” he says, hoping it’s not too forward of a compliment to pay to an ex.

Alex takes it in stride, placing a hand at his sternum and smiling. 

“So do you.”

Alex reaches out a hand and touches the lapel of Henry’s tux. Henry’s breath hitches a little at the unexpected move.

“Very nice,” Alex says, running his palm down the fabric. Henry wonders if Alex can feel his heart racing two layers of clothing below.

Pez looks between the two of them, mischief in his eyes.

“Shall I give you boys a moment to catch up? As much as I’d love to stay and witness this epic reunion, I must attend to my other guests.”

Alex’s smile spreads slow and sweet across his face.

“I think Henry and I can manage just fine on our own.”

There’s something about hearing his name in Alex’s voice after all this time that makes Henry’s blood race faster.

“Oh, I’m sure you two can.”

Henry gives Pez a pointed look but it’s moot. His best friend never feels shame. Henry knows he’s unlikely to start now.

Pez throws his arms over Henry’s and Alex’s shoulders, pulling them both in on either side of him.

“It’s nice to have the gang back together for a spell, isn’t it? Go on, lads. Eat, drink, and be merry. I’ll see you all later.”

With that, Pez detangles himself and cozies up to a group nearby that instantly fawns over him. Henry hopes he can muster up even a fraction of Pez’s confidence to get through this evening with Alex.

“Do you know what table you’re seated at tonight?” Alex asks.

Henry looks away from where Pez has just said something to make the cluster of people laugh, refocusing his attention on Alex. It’s a bit surreal to be standing in front of him now after losing contact for almost a decade. He’s glad, if nothing else, that Alex isn’t somehow holding it against him. Their split was amicable; neither was to blame. Life just pulled them in different directions, on opposite sides of an entire ocean.

“Lucky number 13,” he answers.

“Must be lucky for real,” Alex says, holding his name card up between his fingers. “That’s my table, too.”

Henry doubts it’s luck or even coincidence. He has no doubt Pez has played puppet master with the seating arrangement. Though, if all goes well tonight, perhaps he’ll have to thank Pez for the trickery and meddling in the end.

Cocktail hour finishes and Henry follows the herd of attendees into the banquet hall, Alex close at his side. Together they navigate and find their shared table, taking seats beside one another.

Henry is glad as others start settling into the empty chairs around the table. It helps to take the pressure off of figuring out how exactly to hold a conversation with an ex he’s never quite gotten over. 

Alex has always been extraordinarily good at talking with strangers, able to strike up lengthy conversations and lively debates about literally anything.

It’s a skill he hasn’t lost; Alex keeps dialogue going with everyone, Henry included, in between the night’s festivities. Alex is every bit as charming and alluring as he had been back in their early twenties. He’s only grown more self-assured and Henry can’t help but to wonder what life events between then and now might have filled Alex in with such color.

As the evening comes to a close, Henry finds he feels a little cheated out of fully experiencing Alex.

When it’s down to just them at the table once more, Henry knows it’s now or never to seize his chance.

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to be free tomorrow or so, would you? I’d like to see you again and actually get to talk to you…just the two of us.”

Alex looks a little surprised and for one terrifying moment, Henry worries he might’ve somehow misread Alex’s willingness to interact with him tonight. Alex quickly recovers and nods.

“Yeah, I could manage that. Saturday might be better, but…take my number. We can work out a plan.”

Henry hands his phone over to Alex. He finds himself focusing on Alex’s fingers as he types in his number. 

No ring, he notes. That could mean nothing. Quite frankly, it shouldn’t even mean anything to Henry of all people. 

Still. Henry notices.

“I texted myself, so I’ve got yours too now,” Alex says, handing the device over and reshifting Henry’s focus.

“Great, thank you,” he says awkwardly, half distracted and unsure how to respond.

Alex laughs. Henry blushes.

“How long are you here for?” Alex asks, nudging his knee to Henry’s. The zip of electricity that runs through Henry’s veins at that bit of contact is alarming.

“Um, a month. Pez and I have some work to do with the foundation. I might have to stay longer, but we’ll see how these plans shake out over the next few weeks.”

“Cool. Assuming you don’t get tired of me after the next time we hang out, maybe we could see each other again?”

Henry raises a brow.

“Already looking to pencil yourself into my schedule?”

Alex simply shrugs smoothly and rests back in his chair.

“Well, you’re a busy man from what I can tell. Who knows when I’ll get to see you again while you’re Stateside.”

“It certainly won’t be another eight years, I can at least tell you that much.”

Alex sets his elbow on the table and holds out his pinky finger out to Henry.

“Kicking it old school and bringing out the big guns here. I’m gonna need you to swear it.”

Henry laughs at the absurdity but he hooks his finger with Alex’s. He stops laughing as Alex holds his gaze. Henry subconsciously leans closer, his voice a bit low.

“I promise, Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. We’ll see plenty of each other while I’m here. I give you my word.”

Something flickers in Alex’s eyes at that. It leaves Henry pleasantly shaken.

In the two days following the gala, Henry keeps to his promise. With Alex’s number at hand, the two effortlessly fall into a rhythm of texting, trading random memes and commentary on their day-to-day life just like they did back in university. There’d always been an ease when it came to being around Alex and Henry has been relieved to see that it hasn’t been lost to time.

They make good on their goal to see each other face to face again, solidifying plans to meet for drinks downtown.

As much as Henry has liked the excitement that comes from a new text notification from Alex, nothing comes even remotely close to experiencing him in real time.

He’s lost track of how long they’ve been seated at the bar now as they ply themselves with drinks and trips down memory lane. Henry’s fairly certain he could talk his voice hoarse, but words keep finding them both. Conversation has, admittedly, been surface level and Henry’s curiosity to dig a little deeper rears its head.

He puts the blame on the gin and tonics he’s been nursing all night and pushes forward.

“Can I ask you something a bit personal?”

Alex smirks and takes a gulp of his drink.

“Ah, now we’re getting to the good stuff. I was waiting for this,” he muses, rubbing his hands together. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you have anyone special in your life?”

Alex gives a half smile and combs a hand through his curls.

“Not at the moment, no. Honestly, work has taken up a good chunk of my attention. Long days and nights don’t typically make for the best selling points in a relationship.”

Henry’s eyes narrow a little in thought.

“I know you. You make the time when and where you can. You only bury yourself in work when you don't want to focus on other things. I hope you’re still leaving your heart open to romance.”

Alex studies him in kind. 

“I’m trying to keep an open mind, but it’s not, like, a pressing concern. If it happens, it happens. I don't know if I can handle more than casual now with how my life is. But I also know that I don’t want to…settle if I were to have the chance at something real.”

Though Alex has no real way of knowing it, he’s hit a nerve for Henry. Daniel flashes in his mind’s eye. Their marriage has felt like the epitome of settling, of complacency.

“I’d ask you the same question, but judging by that shiny piece of hardware on your left hand, I already know the answer,” Alex says. “Then again, your wedding was headline news. You married one of the biggest tech bros out there. I did not see that coming.”

Henry shakes his glass, letting the ice clink.

“Yeah…I didn’t really think that when I’d married, it’d be such a spectacle. I always pictured something a bit modest and quaint.”

Alex’s brows furrow.

“How’d you go from zero to a thousand on that front then?”

Henry shrugs. “It was a compromise.”

“You call that a compromise on a small scale wedding? H, it got mentioned on CNN.”

Henry winces a little at the memory. There was far too much coverage about his nuptials. The whole thing felt silly then and still does now.

“Daniel knows a great deal of people, as does my family. Us…merging together…it could never have been a small feat.”

“Interesting choice of word, merge. Sounds transactional.”

In many ways, that’s exactly what it was. Still, to hear it so plainly from Alex of all people makes him uneasy.

Henry stabs at his drink with the little red straw it came with. 

“It’s complicated.”

“What is this? A 2000s Facebook status?”

Henry’s lips pinch together before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sorry, not trying to be the asshole ex and yet I’m really nailing the role.”

Henry laughs.

“It’s okay. I know, woe is me. I have a relatively perfect life. I’m aware most people would kill to have even a tenth of what I do so I shouldn’t complain.”

Alex blows a raspberry. 

“Fuck that. If you aren’t happy about something, you’ve got just as much right as the rest of us to vent about it.”

Alex doesn’t know the half of it.

“So,” Alex says, “the bottom line here is that you’re married…just not so happily.”

“Someone break out the world’s smallest violin, right?” Henry replies with a light snort.

Alex shakes his head.

“Don’t do that,” he says gently. “Don’t downplay how you’re feeling. It’s not somehow less than.”

Henry smiles a little. It’s nice to have permission to feel what he’s feeling.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Alex reaches for his glass and studies him for a moment.

“Can I be a little nosy now and ask what makes it so bad?”

Henry purses his lips, deciding where to begin.

“We had a rough start. What didn’t make it into all the press was the fact that he cheated on me…multiple times when we first began seeing each other. Even when we said it was exclusive. He’s powerful, rich, and handsome. People are drawn to him and he likes that. It’s a hard temptation to ignore.”

“And you forgave him?” 

There’s no judgment in Alex’s question. It honestly seems like he simply wants to understand.

“I did and we moved on from it, but he’s away so often and it feels like he’s okay without me. Sometimes I think he actually prefers it...the freedom and excitement of traveling and meeting new people all the time. I think he might still be with other people while he’s away. Or maybe it’s just all in my head, I don’t know. We don’t talk as much as we should. We aren’t really…close, I guess you could say.”

“Intimate you mean?”

Henry’s face heats up a little.

“In that sense too. But it’s more than that. He feels so far from me. Marriage…it’s… it’s a lot harder than I was expecting it to be. I’ve told you about my parents back at school. It was beautiful to see them when I was growing up, to be a product of a real love story. What they had was a genuine partnership, you know? That’s what I always thought I’d find. At least, it’s what I’ve always wanted. It was friendship and romance all wrapped into one.”

“And you don’t have that with Daniel?”

Henry laughs humorlessly and downs his drink.

“I barely have an acquaintance in him most days, never mind a loyal, doting husband.”

Henry shakes his head and wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb before raking a hand through his hair. He feels out of sorts and unkempt. 

“I must sound horrid blathering on. I swear I’m not usually like this,” he says, dropping his hand to the table.

“You sound honest to me. More people should be when it comes to things like this. Hell, I know marriages can be tough. I had a front row seat with my parents. It can be exhausting to push through every day with something that should come naturally. Love, out of all things in the world, should be easy.”

Alex puts a hand over Henry’s.

“I’m really sorry to hear things have been so hard for you. You’re an amazing guy, Hen. You don’t deserve that. You should be with someone who makes you feel good all the time, someone who doesn’t take you for granted,” he says, his thumb gently soothing the back of Henry’s hand.

Henry looks down at their hands and slowly back up to Alex’s face in surprise at his touch. Alex’s eyes widen in panic.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” he says, starting to pull away.

“No, wait,” Henry interjects quickly, putting his other hand over Alex to keep him in place. It’s warm and comforting, this shared contact. 

“So much in my life feels different. It’s been a while for us, but this somehow feels the same. It’s nice to know I still have you as a friend, that I haven’t lost you.”

Alex’s expression grows soft as he searches Henry’s eyes.

“You can never lose what’s always been yours.”

Henry isn’t sure if he’s hearing what he wants, taking deeper meaning in Alex’s words. The alcohol in his bloodstream is making him feel far too loose. Maybe his discernment isn’t the best right now. 

“Last call!” the bartender announces.

Henry jumps in his seat a little and pulls his hands away, looking down at his watch.

“Wow, is that really the time?”

He looks around. Somehow without him noticing, the number of patrons dwindled significantly. He and Alex are among the last few holdouts at the bar.

Alex looks a little dazed too as he glances around.

They close out their tab, Henry insisting on covering both their orders. He figures it’s the least he can do for keeping Alex out so late.

Henry gets to his feet, swaying a little as he does so. Now that he’s standing upright, he realizes just how much he’s had.

“Do you need me to take you home?” Alex asks.

“Trying to steal my virtue, are we?”

“Why, Henry. You’re a married man. I would never do such a thing,” Alex says in a mocked, scandalized voice.

Henry steps closer, his eyes drifting to Alex’s smile as the man laughs at his own joke.

“You wouldn’t even fantasize about it?”

Alex searches his face. Henry’s focus is completely shot; his vision blurs a bit but he sees Alex pull in a breath, his eyes flashing briefly with something that looks an awful lot like want.

Alex blinks twice and shakes his head, almost as if to clear it.

“You’re really wasted,” Alex mumbles. “Maybe I should actually get you home myself for real.”

Henry shakes his head. He’d give anything to take his comment back, to undo killing the good energy between them.

“I’m fine. Honest, it’s okay. I’m just a tad bit tipsy, not drunk,” he corrects.

Alex still looks unsure, but eventually concedes as they head outside.

“So. What’s the verdict then?” Alex asks as they both order their rideshares.

Henry’s car is slated to come in three minutes. That hardly feels like any time at all.

“What do you mean?”

“We said if all goes well tonight, you’d pencil me in for another…hang.”

Henry smiles.

“Hang? Are we surfers now? Gonna catch a gnarly wave?” he muses. As if there was any doubt before, he knows for a fact now that he’s certainly had too much to drink tonight.

But it makes Alex smile and playfully rolls his eyes so it feels worth it.

“I don’t know what to call these!” Alex laughs. “Meetups? Get togethers? That sounds so freaking stuffy.”

Henry scrunches up his nose.

“Point taken. We’ll workshop the name. In the meantime, the verdict is in fact in. I’m sentencing us to more time spent together very soon. I’d love another hang.”

Alex laughs and his smile is so bright it’s almost like sunshine in the dead of night.

“God, we really do have to find a name. We can’t exactly call them dates,” Henry says.

“Well, we could. Friend dates are totally a thing.”

Henry raises a brow, his body pleasantly warm from his slew of gin and tonics. It makes him feel bolder, more daring. More foolish, perhaps.

“Is that what we are then? Friends?”

Alex rests his back against the bricks of the building, the neon signs reflected in his eyes. It practically makes them shimmer. Henry feels drawn to him even more.

“I’d like to think so.” Alex pauses. “Estranged, but getting closer by the minute,” he says decidedly.

Henry considers this. 

“I like the sound of that…of getting closer to you.”

Alex looks taken aback and once more Henry thinks he’s let too much slip tonight.

He looks away as he hears car tires and watches a silver SUV pull up to the curb. Henry sighs in relief as he registers the plate number as the one on his app.

Your driver is here, it reads. And not a moment too soon, Henry thinks.

“This is me. I’ll see you…for the next hang,” he tries to joke, but Alex’s eyes are still fixed on him like he’s trying to make sense of something, his lips parted.

Henry holds out for what he might say and tries not to be too disappointed when it’s a simple pleasantry.

“Get home safely, Henry. We’ll talk again soon.”

Such a promise shouldn’t be so thrilling.

[gallifreyriver]

You may or may not have already heard about Blockout2024, and either way, here are some suggestions to make sure your activism here isn't being performative.

First, what it is for those unfamiliar: Blockout2024 is a movement to block celebs/influencers not using their platforms to speak up for Palestine, and it all started with this year's Met Gala- more specifically Hayley Bayley's "Let them eat cake" Met Gala tiktok, which was (rightfully) not well received by anyone considering everything going on right now, most of all the genocide in Palestine.

Now that that is out of the way, what do I mean by "make sure your activism here isn't being performative," ?

The blockout started with very good intentions, but in just a couple days it turned from "Let's send a message by blocking this handful of ultra wealthy celebs who aren't using their massive influence to speak up for Palestine" (I believe it started with Taylor Swift, the Kardashians, Lizzo and maybe a couple others?)

And now it's largely become "Now we're blocking ALL celebs and influencers! Even if they start speaking up- because it's too little too late!"

Now don't get me wrong! It seemed to be working famously at first. Kim Kardashian lost 3 million followers in like a day on Insta, and all this commotion made Lizzo and Brittany Broski finally make posts speaking out about Palestine (even if they did give off the energy of "Here! Damn...")

But I think a lot of us saw that, and got too excited for our own good. People started expanding the block list with no organization, or research, or any real plan whatsoever.

I can't tell you how many posts I've seen where someone posted a new block list, only to apologize and have to remove names because they were informed that said person either had spoken up, was donating money, or were just focusing their time on other equally important causes (like Sudan and Congo) right now.

I saw people even started putting Bella and Gigi Hadid on the block list, whose father is literally a Palestinian refugee, because Gigi went to the Met Gala. Bella has been so outspoken about Palestine this whole time, and Gigi -while not as vocal as her sister- has spoken up in support of Palestine as well.

I've also seen people just putting names on lists just to put names on the list, it seems. Corpse Husband was on one list for not speaking up, but apparently he hasn't even been active online in two years due to health issues. And while writing this I also found out that people have been putting Alan Rickman on the blocklist.

I'll say that again- Alan... Rickman. A man who has been dead for EIGHT YEARS, and who also very much showed his support for Palestine while he was alive.

It's time to admit that we've lost the plot.

At point break speed this movement went from something with great potential to performative action. It's all just performative action anymore and people policing others for not performing said activism in the way they personally want to see.

Now, if you want to block a celeb/influencer, I'm not going to stop you. You have the power to give - or not give - your attention to whomever you please. I will say though that if you want this blockout to work we can't keep going about it like this. There's a reason you've seen it losing momentum in such a short amount of time.

Consider this a call-in.

If we're going to do this we need to keep it organized. I think we had the right idea at first with blocking the Kardashians, Swift, and Lizzo to put pressure on them to use their highly influential platforms to speak up for Palestine. I'm sure a couple others could be added to this list, but honestly I don't really keep up with celeb culture enough to be able to name more names right now.

In addition, if anybody else, we should be outright blocking those who have outright refused to speak up and/or sides with Israel. I'm talking people like Bret Gelman, Gal Gadot, Dr. Phil, etc. People heavily outspoken in favor of Israel who constantly double down, spread misinformation, and just do not care about Palestinian lives. These are the people who aren't going to listen to any opposition, and don't deserve a platform because they are complicit with genocide.

With that said, I don't think we should automatically be blocking anyone who hasn't spoken up yet. Those are the people we need to be putting pressure on. Make them show us exactly who they are. No more keeping quiet, or trying to play both sides. Let them know we need to know where they stand, and if they can't stand against genocide, we won't stand with them- and they can fall to the same digitine. ("Digital guillotine," for those unaware) And as for those who may have posted in support back in October but are silent now, my suggestion is that we need to put pressure on them to speak up again. Show them that one post from months ago doesn't get them a free pass forever- if they aren't continuing to speak up, or helping in other ways like transferring some of their massive wealth into helping families evacuate, we don't need them. But the point very much is to put pressure on them first and give them time to show us they will. If we outright block them it does nothing to help accomplish our goal- which is to get more of them to speak up.

Also on that note, I also suggest we make it clear that we do not want posts about Palestinian GoFundMe's from multimillionaire celebs unless it's a post about how they paid it off themselves. When they can pay off the balance and not feel a thing, there's no reason why they should be asking us, the poors, to donate. It's simply performative on their part. (Did they learn nothing from the Oprah/The Rock Maui incident?) If anything, they need to be asking their other rich celeb friends to donate, not us.

Perhaps it could be a weekly culling. Pick a list of five to ten celebs/influencers to put pressure on for a week, then block whoever refuses to speak up and start up with a new list the following week, and so on, until they all start getting the message.

We also need to abandon the whole "It's too little, too late!" way of thinking.

We need to remember that this is about helping Palestine, not about our own feelings.

It doesn't matter if we feel like they should have spoken up months ago- we cannot punish the behavior we want to see, and the behavior we want to see is these celebs/influencers using their influence for good. Yes, they should have spoken up from the start, but we still need them to speak up now. If we send the message that they're damned if they don't and still damned if they do, it actually incentivizes them to just... not- because they're damned either way.

And finally, we need to start promoting the celebs who have been doing the work, both new and especially those who have been speaking up all along. This will also send a message to the rest. I'm talking Mark Ruffallo, Bella Hadid, Pedro Pascal, Emma Watson, and so many others. We need to be giving them our attention over those who refuse to speak up.

In summary:

For this to work we need to be organized and targeted about it. Have a small block list of ultra wealthy/ultra influential celebs/influencers to block first. This will send a message to the rest, who we'll be putting pressure on at the same time. Call them in, tell them they need to tell us where they stand and that they need to use their influence to do good and speak up against the genocide. Tell the multimillionaires to transfer some of that wealth into helping families escape. If they won't, then we will no longer give them the attention that makes them so much of that money. And we need to be giving a larger platform not just to those celebs who are taking the time to do the work, so that their influence can reach further than it already does, but also more importantly Palestinian voices because they are the ones who are going to tell us what they need right now. Voices like Bisan Owda, Plestia Alaqad, Hind Khoudary, and Motaz Azaiza.

You might recognize this as similar to the model of the BDS movement, and that's because it is. Because they absolutely know what they're doing with the targeted action, and that's why it works.

And again, the moment we start with "It's too little too late!" is the moment we have centered our own feelings over Palestine. We need these celebs' influence, and there is such a thing as 'better late than never' when so many lives are still at stake.

Please don't let your ego get ahead of your common sense.

Ok, call-in over. I hope someone who needs to hear this takes this to heart.

[anonyanonymouse]

I saw the first year polycule with Ortho in your ship list and was hoping you had more to say about them? It's just the nature of it, but it's rare to see Ortho included with them romantically and I'm really curious about how he adds to the dynamic

Thanks for the ask, anon! I'll put my reply, which is including some nsfw, under the cut :) again, the back button is always there for you i it's too upsetting haha

I've seen some pretty hot debate for whether Ortho should be considered ~8 years old or 16, and personally, I don't think he's either! He's his own experience unlike anyone else in the world. That said, at least after the events of book 6, his narrative of growth and maturation is really compelling! Everything about him in Fairy Gala IF was so fun. If I have to choose, then I do like to see him as 16 more, and I really do want to see him with the other first years!!

I always think of Ortho as being this really extroverted, popular kid, especially now that he's good friends with Vil and can be seen walking around with him a lot. Most people at NRC respect him (as much as an NRC student can) and think he's super cool and useful. He's so popular, and we're all so proud of him :") it just makes sense that he'd fit right into a big, weird friend group like the first years, and as for a polycule...

I kind of see it less as an agreed-upon situation they all decided on, and more like something that just added up over time until it was undeniable that something was going on between all of them lol like, deuce and epel are dating, deuce is also dating jack and flirting with ace, ace is dating sebek, sebek is flirting with jack and dating epel, and so on lol Ortho might be the only one to straight up say "hey, can I date all of you? It looks fun :)" and create such a storm of chaos omg

And now that I'm thinking about it, Ortho does still look a lot like a younger kid, so I'm sure most of them will have reservations about it (though Ortho can be super pushy when he wants to be. They'll end up going along with him pretty fast). Sebek is the only one I can think of who wouldn't be bothered at all by his looks. Fae, like Lilia and his mother, can look really young despite being centuries old, so it's not something he thinks about, especially since he has barely had any interaction with people his age anyway. He's way more concerned about the fact that Ortho is made of technology... But otherwise, I think he takes this very well. He respects Ortho and his abilities, and he has much to learn from him!! Omg, can you imagine Ortho playing teacher with Sebek... Putting on a sultry voice like "let me teach you about my core ;)" god lol

I think, in private with them, Ortho would be super flirtatious and touchy. For Deuce and Epel, they're going to be so sensitive to it, and he's going to have a lot of fun teasing them, especially if they point out how young he looks. I can just imagine Deuce being like "aren't you too young for this..." and Ortho's all cocky like oh :) am I?? And yet you're the one getting hard for someone like me?? :) poor Deuce isn't going to last a minute with him TT and Epel doesn't fair much better, he's all "this is weird!!" when Ortho starts getting really handsy with him, and Ortho's like "oh is it? Why's that?? Do you want to explain in detail why it is so weird? I just want to understand!!"

Jack would get straight up angry with him for teasing him, but it'll just get Ortho excited to tease him more until Jack hits a breaking point 😔 Jack holding him down and having his way with him, super frustrated and mad about it, like this isn't exactly what Ortho wanted him to do?? omg. He's going to be so upset with himself when the post-nut clarity hits...

For Ace, I'm not super sure. He has enough issues just holding hands with another man lol he represses his feelings so hard, so in private, he's probably not going to fall that much for Ortho's tricks. Only after Ortho leaves him alone will Ace continue thinking about it and wonder why he feels so weird... Give Ortho until the end of the semester, I think he can crack this one 😌

[elfietheespeon]

The True Power of Phineas Thatch

After the long drought of Phineas content ever since s2e18, I adore the amount we get in s3e1.

Ever since the gala, something has been building inside his character arc. We get to see it reshaped in season 2, but with the first episode out, I can almost feel what it's building towards. Phineas has a lot more power over the narrative than even he realizes, and should he put the pieces together, the very system of the Trust itself will be at risk of imploding. He's lived in the Trust for almost his entire life, he understands more than anyone else still living what it's like to be on both sides of the argument, and to be honest? Neither is particularly great!

If Phineas can build up the courage to speak on behalf of his fellow Trustees - the ones like Ginsberg, Fuze and Sherman who never had the chance to let their story be heard, and those of Midst whom the Trust willfully neglected - everything the Trust has ever built will be for nothing. I think that's the reason why the Trust has made such a strong effort to control the teletheric. The core concept of the Trust is built around karmic justice, of doing the right thing just because it's right, but what about the poor souls on Midst? Did the Trust not commit an inherently un-valorous act in their negligence? Does it matter more to do the right thing for the Trust, or to do the right thing for the the right reason?

For the whole of the Trust to learn what happened on Midst is to prove that the scales of Valor and Caenum CANNOT be balanced without the suffering of others. So which is it then? Is it better to keep good and evil balanced, or is it better to do whatever is in your power to make sure that Valor is ALWAYS the stronger force?

Phineas has seen valor in Lark, and yet it hasn't been recorded. Lark willingly went to save Tzila when the moon began to fall, she made the conscious choice to save Phineas from the foldwail back in s2e6 even though she KNEW doing so would only hurt herself in the long run, and despite every piece of the universe telling her no, she's STILL risking her life to 'save' Sherman. Is that not worthy of Valour? If it were to be removed from her total Caenum count, which poor soul would take the fall?

I think Kozma knows this. She's been in the fold for a long time, and knows what it means to harness its potential. She can see what Phineas is capable of doing to the Trust, and she wants nothing more than to see that strand of the web come to its conclusion.

All he needs is someone on the inside. Someone who knows the lengths to which Phineas has had the system fail him. Someone who knows how to run a teletheric broadcast. Someone who happens to have a big backpack full of recording equipment.

[rebelwrites]

I Can Never Show My Face Again

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You kept your feelings hidden for Leclerc but after drinking a little too much at the season opening gala you make a complete fool of yourself.

Requested by anon: Heeey! Could you write an image with Charles where the reader tries to seduce him and everything goes wrong (she falls from the bad or accidentally hurt him idk) thank u

“How drunk is she?” Charles asked, not taking his eyes off you as you stumbled over to the bar, leaning against the marble countertop as you held your finger up at the bar tender. He couldn’t help but be concerned about your current state, this wasn’t like you at all.

“Mate, she’s pissed.” Daniel laughed, slapping his hand on Charles' back. “Not seen this side of her for a while.”

“Should we stop her?”

“Nope,” Daniel said, shaking his head. “I mean you can try but it won’t end well, she will stop on her own accord soon either she will sneak off to go puke or she will pass out first. It’s always the same when she gets this drunk.”

Charles narrowed his eyes, not liking the sound of either option. He couldn’t just stand around doing nothing whilst you kept knocking the shots back.

“If she punches you then that’s not my fault, I warned you.” Daniel nodded, watching as Charles slipped into the crowd without responding.

Leaning against the bar you squinted trying to keep the double vision at bay but it wasn’t working. You knew it was a bad idea getting this drunk at a work event. All eyes would be on you and not in a positive way. Something inside of you snapped and you were planning on telling Charles how you really felt but after a couple of shots for Dutch courage it turned into 3 which turned into your current state.

A hand landed on your shoulders, causing you to sigh the feeling of sparks erupting through your skin told you exactly who was standing behind you.

“Charliiieeee.” You giggled.

Charles smiled at the name, he hated being called Charlie but for some reason he didn’t mind you calling it him. He would never let anyone else call him that, just you.

As you spun around on your heels, you lost your footing causing you to stumble. Luckily Charles quickly caught you before you hit the floor. “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” You giggled, resting your hand on his cheek.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” He said, helping you upright but keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips keeping you stable. However he couldn’t help but slowly run his thumbs over the exposed skin from the cut out dress.

“Not had enough.” You slurred, poking your tongue out at him.

Charles looked over your shoulder gaining the bar tenders attention. “Ne lui servez plus d'alcool, elle en a déjà trop bu. Puis-je avoir une bouteille d'eau s'il vous plaît ? (Do not serve her any more alcohol, she has had too much already. Can I have a bottle of water please?)”

No matter how many times you heard him speak in this mother tongue it always made you weak at the knees.

“Fuck, you sound sexy when you speak French.” You purred, running your hands up and down his torso. “No idea what you just said but it sounded sexy.”

A chuckle escaped Charles’ lips as he reached over taking the bottle of water. Slowly he started guiding you through the crowd of people until he reached the booth Ricciardo, Sainz and Gasly were sitting at. All of them shooting questioning looks.

Charles tried to get you to sit down but you were putting up a fight. In turn you managed to push Charles down on the couch smirking as he looked up at you. Hitching your dress up slightly you thought it would be a good idea to straddle in front of your friends and co-workers.

You only managed to get one knee on the couch before you made a complete fool of yourself. Lifting your other knee up you thought you had landed on the couch but from the pain that etched across Charles’ face you quickly realised that you had kneed him straight in the balls.

Embarrassment washed over you as you quickly jumped backwards knocking all of the glass off the table causing them to smash on the floor gaining everyone’s attention.

Carlos immediately jumped to his feet wrapping his arms around you so you didn’t fall and land in the glass. Hiding your face in his chest, you didn’t want to face anyone after making an utter fool out of yourself.

“I will take her back to my hotel room, it’s closer than hers.” Carlos said to the guys.

“Think that might be wise.” Daniel nodded.

The walk through the room was a walk of shame, your boss shook his head at you as you passed him making you drop your gaze to the floor not wanting to make any more eye contact with anyone. If anything the whole incident had sobered you up a little.

Once you reached the elevator you sighed heavily hiding your head in your hands.

“I fucked up.” You mumbled to Carlos. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise to me.” He said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder squeezing softly. “Let’s just get you back up to my room and talk about this tomorrow no think the best thing for you to do is sleep it off.”

“I don’t know what came over me, it was only meant to be a couple of shots to give me courage to approach Charles.”

“Well, love and crushes make us do stupid things and sometimes we have to live with the consequences.” He hummed, as you stepped into the elevator.

-

The sunlight started to creep into the room causing you to groan, pulling the duvet over your head. You didn’t even try to open your eyes, the pounding in your head told you everything you needed to know.

You were hanging out your arse.

Running your hands over your face you sighed heavily as memories of the end of your night flashed through your mind. How could you be so stupid getting that drunk?

It was now time for some major damage control, not only with Charles but with your boss as well. Dread instantly filled you as you thought about how that conversation would go. It wasn’t going to the the stranded ‘you fucked up talk’. This would be a full blown lecture, profanities screamed at each other and a raging argument the whole of the team would hear. The downside of working with your Dad, you were too much alike so when you squared up to each other people tended to run in the opposite direction.

The thought of that and Charles was enough to make your stomach churn. Launching yourself out of the bed you rushed across to the bathroom, dropping to your knees and just making it in time before you emptied the contents of your stomach.

Carlos quickly appeared in the bathroom, pulling the hair band off your wrist before pulling your hair into a loose ponytail.

“I’m never drinking again.” You groaned, taking a small sip of the water he had brought.

“You say that now,” he chuckled, knowing exactly how you would be. “I’ve known you for too long now.”

“I mean it.” You huffed, running your hands over your face.

“Whatever you say.” He nodded, crouching down resting his hand on your knee. “Me and the guys are going out for breakfast soon, you think you can manage that?”

Silence filled the room, that was until your stomach growled at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday lunch time and even then it was half a sandwich.

Without thinking you agreed to go forgetting that he said the guys were going as well.

“Come on then, get yourself cleaned up and dressed, I ran to your room this morning and brought you some clothes and trainers and I’ve put one of my hoodies out for you as well.” Carlos hummed, helping you to your feet.

“You are a good friend.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug before you turned to sort your face out.

After half an hour you were walking back through Carlos’ hotel room taking deep breaths as you neared the living area. The sound of Charles talking in French caused your heart to race. How could you show your face around him after last night?

Fiddling with the sleeves of what you thought was Carlos’ hoodie you froze realising that it didn’t smell like your best friend. You should have known the moment you pulled the hoodie over your head and the smell was intoxicating. This wasn’t Carlos’ this was Charles’. Scurrying to the mirror you needed to confirm for sure by seeing the number on the hoodie. The white number 16 was staring you back in the face.

You were going to kill Carlos.

It was time to face the music no matter how much you wanted the earth to swallow you up right now. Taking a deep breath you walked into the living area. All eyes were all on you as you b-lined to the coffee maker.

Charles smirked when he realised you were wearing his hoodie. He knew Carlos would have had something to do with that but he couldn’t hide the fact that his heart swelled at the sight.

“How’s the head?” He asked, appearing next to you.

“Like I have a baby elephant stomping around.” You winced, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, trying to shield them from the bright light of the hotel room.

“I’ve never seen you that drunk before.” He said softly, placing his hand over yours. Once again sparks shot through your body at the contact reminding you just how much of a fool you made of yourself last night. “I was worried.”

“Yeah about last night.” You mumbled, not daring to look away from the coffee machine. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t myself.”

“Hey,” he whispered, placing his fingers under your chin tilting your head so you were looking at him through the sunglasses. He slowly removed the glasses so he could see your eyes. “It’s okay, No lasting injuries but I’m more concerned about you. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me right?”

You couldn’t take this, it was too much for you. The coffee machine beeped signalling it had finished brewing, taking a step away from Charles you pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes before grabbing one of the Ferrari travel mugs to make your coffee in.

“Can we just drop the subject?” You huffed, focusing on the mug. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Charles was taken back by your snappiness, something was going on with you and he wasn’t going to stop until he had found out what it was.

-

Staring at your nails as you sat in your dad’s office, you were only doing it to piss him off and it was working.

“I promised your mum that I would keep you out of trouble and what do you do?” He snaps, “you make a complete ass of yourself at the opening gala, landing yourself all over the papers all because you were chasing some tail.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you finally looked up to be met by the angry face of your father, Christian Horner.

“Doesn’t affect Redbull though, does it?” You shrugged, knowing it was like waving a red flag to a bull.

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear those words come out of your mouth.” He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look kiddo, I get it you have some stupid little crush on Leclerc but you gotta be sensible about it. You are in the limelight, especially being my daughter.”

“You have no idea, it’s more than a crush,” you muttered hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did by the knowing look on his face. “Can I go now?” You said with no emotion in your voice. “I’m nursing a hangover from hell and this is making my headache worse.”

“Go sleep it off.” Dad nodded, running his hand over his face. “But just so you know this isn’t over.”

“Never is.” You mumbled, pushing yourself to your feet.

“Just a piece of advice from your old man.” He said softly, relaxing his expression. “If you really like Leclerc and think you can make it work, stop hiding your feelings. Just tell him. If you don’t want this crush to get out then you might want to avoid wearing his hoodies.” He said with a small smirk. “And please no more drinking yourself into oblivion.”

Half smiling at him you quickly slipped out of the room, taking a deep breath as your head was still spinning. Pulling your sunglasses back over your eyes you ignored everyone and made your way outside. Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you pulled it out seeing a text from Charles.

New message from CL16🏎 - we need to talk, meet me at the coffee shop near the hotel.

Your stomach churned as you read the message, this couldn’t be good. You knew he wanted to talk about last night but the way the text was worded he didn’t sound happy.

Message to CL16🏎 - Be there in 5.

Pulling the hood of Charles’ over your head you held your hand over the side of your face, ignoring the paparazzi and the questions they were shouting. Scurrying to your car you quickly slumped into the drivers seat, resting your head in your hands. You knew you shouldn’t have been driving with how shit you felt but right now you didn’t care.

The drive to the coffee shop was quick, there was hardly any traffic on the road. The moment you saw Charles through the window your heart started to race, somehow you managed to park the car before heading into the shop.

Your heart melted as you saw he had already ordered the coffees, in the middle of the table were two take away cups. One iced coffee with what looked like caramel sauce drizzled on the inside of the cup and his takeaway cup.

Letting out a shaky breath you flashed him a small smile as you sat down, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“You said you wanted to talk?” You mumbled, pulling your coffee towards you, biting on the plastic straw.

“About last night.” He said softly, resting his hand over yours. “I know you probably want to forget it even happened but we can’t pretend it didn’t. I’m not leaving here until we have cleared the air because there is this awkward tension hanging over us now and I don’t like it.”

Finally you looked up at him, feeling yourself starting to get lost in his eyes.

“I got drunk,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing more to talk about, Charlie.”

His lips tugged into a smile at the sound of the name.

“We both know it’s more than you getting drunk.” He hummed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Do you feel it too?”

“Feel what?” You asked, the words practically choked you and you just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“The sparks, the connection we have.” He smiled, watching as you raised your brow at him. “I feel it every time I’m around you. Suddenly all the love songs are about you, I guess what I’m trying to say Y/N is I’m falling for you in ways I can’t begin to describe and I’m falling hard.” Tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke. “The first time I realised this was at the Christmas party a few years ago, you were wearing a dorky Christmas costume when everyone else was in suits and gowns but you dared to be different.”

A smile appeared on your face at the memory and your heart had practically stopped beating with his words. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

“I love the fact you call me Charlie, the way your smile lights up any room and your little goofy celebration dances you do.” He beamed, gently squeezing your hand.

It was the first time you had been lost for words. Tears threatened to spill over your lash line as you pulled your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“Please say something.” He whispered, trying to read your reaction.

A smile graced your face as you placed your other hand on the side of his face, feeling him nuzzle into your touch as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Charlie, feel the exact same way.” You whispered, watching his eyes light up at your admission. “That’s why I acted the way I did last night, I embarrassed myself because I was trying to seduce you and ended up kneeing you in the balls.”

“I’m okay, no lasting damage.” He chuckled, opening his eyes, taking in your expression. “So what do you say, shall we see where this goes?”

“Oh I know where this is going.” You smirked.

“And where’s that?” He questioned raising his brow at you.

“It’s going to be the greatest love story in history.”

A week had now passed since you and Charles confessed your feelings to each other. However you missed the race due to being ill from catching a stomach bug. Watching his face flash up on your phone made you smile. Hitting answer on FaceTime you propped yourself up in bed.

“How you feeling?” He asked as he wandered around the garage.

“Like shit.” You whined, sipping your drink. “Wish I could be trackside.”

“You need to rest,” he nodded, coming to a stop with the flash of red from his car visible on the screen.

“You are just as bad as my Dad, I’ve stopped puking now.” You shrugged, as a yawn escaped your lips.

“But you haven’t been sleeping so I’m with your dad on this one, you need to catch up on sleep, let your body recover.”

“Urgh fine.” You huffed with a smile on your face. “You better win this race though.”

“Only if you promise me you will sleep.” He hummed.

“Okay, okay I will take a nap now but you better let me know your position as soon as you finish qualifying.” You whispered, feeling your eyes getting heavier as you spoke.

“Of course, I don’t want you finding out any other way.” He winked, lifting the camera up to give you a view of him and the car. “Now get some sleep.”

[ezlebe]

prompt: rule 63 tomgreg?

Greg watches Tommy bully around the designer, or owner, or whatever he is, with a dubious slant to her mouth. She had sort of awkwardly mumbled a question to Shiv about Kendall’s birthday – what should I wear? – not expecting a lot, maybe to be coldly told not to try too hard, after everything else she’s paid for in the appearances sense, recently, but… instead, Shiv had called Tommy, for sure just because she’s tall, who Greg hasn’t really been alone with a lot in any capacity.

She’s been around her, for sure – Tommy is around in general. She had sort of been from the beginning when Logan died, because she is some… quote unquote friend of Shiv’s, and had sort of been when Kendall accepted money for a bad bank thing, because she also works as some corporate mercenary for Stewy Hosseini, and is sometimes around at like galas and parties, but other than that…

Like. Mostly, the first impression hadn’t been… It was a bit divisive, one might say, if they were Greg.

Tommy had made a joke that had seemed like pretty badly off-color, involving kissing and kinky boots, something like that, which had made Greg feel seen through and about half a meter tall, but… by the third time they saw each other, she realized that Tommy had no idea what she had said to her and probably didn't to anyone a lot of the time. It didn't exactly excuse it, but how she wasn’t pointedly nasty, really, not in that way sort of did; she always wandered over whenever they were at the same place to try to get Greg involved in whatever her cousins had dragged them both into, or to just gossip with her, or now she’s started to jokingly, like probably, ask Greg if she’s tired of being the assistant to Kendall’s assistant yet.

Greg hasn’t ever asked about what Tommy might’ve really meant that first misunderstood conversation; she has somewhat put it down between Tommy just being generally cringy, most likely, or honestly hitting on her in the worst way, because it is kind of like what she wants to imagine, nowadays? Tommy is like a real life mythical Amazon – really pretty, and really big, and really touchy, so Greg is like really comfortable in making it not really her own fault and just like a natural progression. She can even point to Shiv as a fellow victim of the influence.

She mostly has been able to keep that packed in behind her imagination, before now; she hasn’t even seen Tommy in a while, not in the social sense, and not counting since Stewy brought her with Sandi Furness to sneer at the shareholder meeting and they’d barely been in the same room.

“Are you like, um…” Greg says, lifting her hand and sweeping a piece of loose hair from her braid back behind her ear. “Going with Shiv… to Kendall’s thing?”

“If I were, it would be in a purely platonic capacity,” Tommy says, yanking a shirt off of a rack with a narrow look and a shake out of non-existent wrinkles. “I don’t out people.”

Greg wets her lips with a bob of her head.

“But also actually very platonic,” Tommy says, voice flattening, reaching out and considering a dress, low cut and strappy, so hopefully not something she’s actually thinking to put on Greg. “I believe she is in some throuple situation with that… reincarnated spirit of a used car salesman, Sofrelli.”

Greg lifts a hand and lightly scratches at her upper lip with her thumb. “That’s sort of outing her.”

Tommy rolls her eyes over her shoulder, mouth flattening, “You don’t know who the third is.”

“Probably his wife,” Greg says, raising her brows with a slight tilt to her head. “Yeah?”

Tommy doesn’t answer beyond looking back down with a couple of low tuts.

Greg steps a little closer, as she takes off her jacket and folds it over her arm. She reaches out and touches at one of the shinier dresses, feeling it give cool against her fingers, and wonders if she could be a woman who wears silver silk, glimmering under club lights, or if… she should stick to a neutral. Or a pattern? She does enjoy a good pattern, but there aren’t any she can see in the selection.

“They look great, by the way,” Tommy says, voice thinning and pitching, while drawing out another dress and gesturing for the stylist to bring out the next rack with a wag of it. “In case anyone hasn’t said.”

Greg blinks wide, brow knitting above her eyes. “Um, what?”

“Your tits, to be a totally crass fuck,” Tommy says, turning and framing her own bosom with a pair of lifted palms, then pointing at Greg’s chest. “I assume two of the reasons you asked Shiv about designer dresses for this shindig, rather than your usual modest schoolteacher getup?”

“Oh… oh,” Greg intones, only barely managing to ignore an urge to look down, as heat flares across her cheeks; no, no one really has said so, and seem mostly to pretend nothing changed. She’s part of the problem, though – it’s been months, but she’s still not quite used to them being much more than just impression and a good bra. “Yeah, uh… Thanks. Roman was, um – was the only one who really like addressed it? He said I should’ve done more of a porn star thing.”

Tommy makes a pinched face, shaking her head with a suck at her teeth. “That is... actually really unsurprising.”

“I’m really happy with, like… what I chose, though,” Greg says, swallowing thickly and trying not to let herself feel too affirmed… by Tommy, of all people. It had just been something she had agonized back and forth on for as long as she can remember; if it was worth doing at all, or just stick with what she had, while imagining what would look right – what would look great.

She rubs her palms together, then shoves them under her arms, trying to instead distract herself with the dresses that Tommy’s got piling on the bench. It’s a lot more color than the prior racks – she kind of actually really likes the darker orange. And the green. She probably shouldn’t try both at once, or like she might just look like a… a pumpkin, or something.

“Less back problems, trust me,” Tommy says, belatedly around a cough. A hand lifts to cup against her chin, as she rounds a rack of markedly fancier dresses with a tilted head. “How short are you willing to go with your skirt?”

“Uh,” Greg says, dragging her teeth along her lower lip with another glance down at herself. “I don’t usually go very – ”

“Like an Old Believer, I know,” Tommy says, eyes rolling, as she looks up with a quirk of a brow. “I’ve seen. It’s very cute, very flowy, but are you attached to that?”

“Kind of?” Greg says, rubbing at the back of her neck with a slight hunch.

“Oh, fine,” Tommy says, throwing her hands up, then out, sweeping her palms away from each other. “And up top, then – low cut, allowed, but is the public permitted to see your shoulders?”

“I guess… if it’s lacy, or something,” Greg says, drawing her hand back to rub now at one of her button-up-covered shoulders. “Maybe?”

Tommy claps her hands onto her hips. “Stu!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Stu says, stepping forward from just near the door.

“How long would it take to tailor a six and a half foot wedding dress for Miss Hirsch?”

Greg makes a noise of protest. “A wedding – ?”

Tommy rounds on Greg with those open arms. “That is what you just described!”

“Is it – um?” Greg says, rolling her lips together, then tilting her head with a weak shrug. “Not if it’s a color? I like that orange.”

“Oh, she likes that orange,” Tommy repeats in a taunt, reaching out and picking the dress up with a tut. She looks at Greg, then down at the dress, shaking it out to hold up to her front; she seems to notice it is lacking other qualifications, but her brow furrows in thought. “It does suit you…” She looks toward Stu, shooing him, “Get us everything close to this color.”

~

Greg lingers at the entrance of the venue, checking her phone, and looks up at familiar voices to see Shiv and Roman, then more importantly Tommy, who’s peering dubiously up at the pink tunnel that touches her head. She’s in the navy mermaid dress that Greg had seen her put aside a week ago, but hadn’t given any hint how it would make her look so comely, and her short hair neatly swept close to the side of her head with an elaborate pin. Greg is vaguely aware of some comment from Roman to the nurse-hostess, but barely hears it, instead focusing on the way Tommy immediately marches toward her when they make eye contact.

“Holy moly, look at those eyes,” Tommy greets, peering up at Greg over one of the hospital bassinets, then rounding it with her hands drifting up in a way that is probably not supposed to be sort of threatening. “Who did your makeup?”

Greg feels heat crawl up to her ears. “I-I did?”

“You did?” Tommy says, eyes glancing twice more across Greg’s face with a different sort of assessment. She reaches out further, clapping her hands on Greg’s biceps. “You look like an autumn princess – take my arm, tonight I am your winter knight.”

“You look really nice, too,” Greg says, hesitantly grabbing at Tommy’s elbow, slipping her fingers around the offered crook; her arms are bare, skin soft and warm.

“Thank you, girlie, I couldn’t let you show me up,” Tommy says, as she gestures down at her dress with a sweep of her other hand and a sidelong wink. “I like that it looks like a stripper version of a power suit – I mean, look at my girls, they look perky as they did in college! You would almost think I’ve got a rack better than Shiv’s.”

Greg slowly furrows her brow, taking advantage of the permission to look down and admire. “You like do?”

Tommy looks shocked for a beat, making Greg hurriedly look away, but then bursts into a huffy snort. “Thank you for that ego boost, but methinks you don’t notice because she’s your cousin.”

Greg offers a shrug, but she doubts it.

Tommy leans into Greg’s arm, fingers sweeping up against her curved knuckles, as they walk deeper into the party. “I didn’t know you knew how to do more makeup than that faux au naturale you always have on.”

“I, uh – I used to practice a lot,” Greg admits, hearing her voice briefly weaken, looking down at the shiny floor passing under their feet. “Like, when I was younger. It was easy to take off, you know, an-and my mom never noticed.”

“Ah, and now you’re an expert,” Tom says, patting at her fingers, leaning briefly even heavier into her side with a pitchy bark. “I’m terrible with it; I always go to a professional for these things.”

Greg glances over, sweeping her eyes from Tom’s vague smoky eye to barely-lined lips. “You do?”

“I used to,” Tommy says, brightly, winking with a taunting sort of smile. “Now I know I can make you do – ” She comes to an abrupt stop, gawking through an open doorway on the other side of Greg. “Oh, Jesus… Is that a fucking crib?”

Greg looks over her shoulder in the same direction. The room is… set up like a nursery, but if it had inside a crib that was… bigger than adult size, even bigger than like Greg-adult size, with a bottle and stuffed animals to match. “Uh, um… y-yeah?”

“You’re related to this man,” Tommy says, flattening her voice into a stern, quiet seriousness, as if this is now an interview for like maybe Dateline. “How does that make you feel, Ms Hirsch?”

“Like, um…” Greg takes a breath. “He isn’t over the death of his father?”

Tommy is silent a beat, then sucks at her teeth. “That is way too far down the rabbit hole for me. You were supposed to say he’s too bizarre to function.”

“He’s always been nice to me.”

Tommy scoffs against the back of her throat. “I’m not sure that’s a good metric.”

Greg offers a thin hum, looking over to Tommy, who is arguably in the same category of a bit weird, for sure, but generally good. “It’s been okay, so far?”

“Oh, come on,” Tommy says, rolling her eyes, but somewhat abashed about it, so likely catching onto the implication. “Let’s try to find the exit to this Freudian nightmare and find a drink… that I hope isn’t dressed up in fucking juice boxes and milk cartons.”

Greg wonders if Tommy missed the swaddled champagne bottles at the entrance.

It takes far too long for Greg, between mocking Kendall’s choices and picking up party favors, to realize that Tommy is sort of acting like this is a date; she thinks, anyway, she hasn’t been on a date in a really long time, but it feels like it. She swallows her nerves and risks a grab for Tommy’s hand, at her next chance, as they turn a bend within the aptly named compliment tunnel. The whole setup visibly puts Tommy on edge, looking at every cheerful deliverer of a compliment through the decorated trestles with sneering suspicion, but Greg sort of likes getting told that she’s great – even if it’s just a weird party game.

Tommy doesn’t shake her hand off, though, which is even better. She actually tightens her grip, shifting her fingers to thread them through Greg’s clammy ones, as they slowly approach a roar and thump of music at the center of the party. She does let her go, as they pick up drinks at a bar along the length of the wall, head bobbing to the beat of the music, but she heavily leans into Greg’s side.

“Do you dance, Greg?” Tommy asks, her drink half gone, looking over with a slight cock of her chin.

Greg feels her expression twist and fold, glancing away from the bar toward the dance floor. “Not, like… really?”

“Too bad!” Tommy crows, as she puts her drink down, then reaches out with the same hand to wrap tight around Greg’s wrist in a tug. “Just think: you can’t embarrass yourself more tonight than the birthday boy.”

Greg bites at her lip and manages a weak shrug, as she’s yanked along into the shifting throng of other guests. She thinks she sees Shiv going a little nuts, a few meters off, but is promptly distracted from that when Tommy grabs at her waist and drags her into a sort of dance that… kind of lacks any rhythm. It definitely seems like Tommy doesn’t really dance, either, though it looks really good on her, but really, by this point in the night, Greg can admit that she might be biased.

The song shifts from on the stage to one at a slower pace, making Greg’s ears burn, as Tommy looks up at her with a slow blink and a smirk. It’s definitely a, like – yeah, she has stumbled into a date.

Tommy shifts forward, groping along Greg’s lower back, then sliding her hands up, and she’s nearly as tall as her with tonight’s choice of heels.

Greg does her best to answer the broadcasted kiss in earnest, worrying a little that it’s too dry, nose bumping in the wrong places, but Tommy doesn’t seem to realize it. She’s actually just grabbing at Greg more, tugging her in so she’s pressed all the way up along her body while they move with the music.

“I’m really glad Shiv called me,” Tommy says, grinning up into Greg’s face, fingers sweeping over her ears and down into her hair. “You look so hot on this dress I chose, you really do, but I’m fucking ecstatic I could get to take it off.”

Greg chokes a little on an agreeable hum, nodding with a hard drop of her head.

Tommy leans in for another kiss, a hand still wrapped at Greg’s jaw while the other roves down her body, then around to grip at her ass. The music drops into a heavier beat, surrounding them with heady, throbbing bass, and she grinds against Greg, thighs strong and thick, foot slotting against Greg’s instep, using a moment of shock to slip her tongue into her mouth.

It a little difficult for Greg to keep up with, mostly because she is so unfamiliar with this sort of club-esque writhing to the music. She lets a bit loose to grope her hands against Tommy’s ribs, holding her close and copping her own feel with a curve of a palm around a rounded breast and brushing a thumb down exposed cleavage. She flushes worse when Tommy moans approval against her lips, head tilting and tongue sweeping along the inside of Greg’s lip. It’s lewd and insinuating, making Greg burn with a startling want, arousal bolting to her groin, and she can’t help her own moan, loud enough, it seems, to earn an evident laugh against her lips.

The song jerks abruptly to a stop, and Greg is near panting, one hand having found it’s way to curl into Tommy’s palm and feel the soft thud of her pulse. She thinks Tommy looks breathless, too, but not in anyway that seems as embarrassing, but actually more attractive; her brow sweaty and her hair threatening to loosen over an ear.

A mumble comes from the stage that Greg only half hears, followed by a click and whine of speakers. The voice that replaces it is nothing like the previous performer, instead it is low, masculine, and horribly familiar.

“Oh my god,” Tommy says, voice pitching, turning tragically away from Greg to stare up at the stage.

Greg watches as Kendall begins to move up and down, attached to some apparatus, and between this and kissing Tommy, she’s no longer sure she’s awake. “Where… where do I know this song?”

“It’s Billy Joel,” Tommy says, lifting a hand to cover her mouth, theatrically aghast, wobbling backward on her heels into Greg’s arms. “He’s singing Billy Joel to himself for his birthday.”

“He, um – ” Greg manages, watching Kendall’s performance on stage; his voice isn’t bad, but the whole thing… is definitely still the CEO of Waystar Royco suffering some weird breakdown about having no closure with his dead dad. “He is sort of too bizarre to function…”

“Thank you, girlie,” Tommy says, glancing over with a quick bark of laughter, though the humor fades again into disbelief when she looks back at Kendall on stage. “I feel like I’m some lobster stuck in a pot while the cook croons above me.”

Greg huffs and shifts her palm to fully fold her fingers in Tommy’s against her hip. She hasn’t managed to say it, but she’s really glad she asked Shiv about dresses, too.

[lady-rhaesnow]

Dance with me

Thank you to the anon who sent in this prompt! It was really fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Fandom: OneChicago

Pairing: multiple

Words: 1119 (so I went a little over. I couldn’t stop myself writing this one 😅)

It looked like every other CPD gala had done. Everything was gleaming with Chicago Pride, the blues and whites on proud display. Most had grumbled at the idea but Jay knew there were few who would be secretly thrilled at the idea of dressing up for the night. 

And dress up they did. Jay wasn’t a big fan of the fancy suits and ties but he couldn’t help but notice Hailey eyeing him with approval when he had stepped out of their bedroom earlier. She however had all but knocked the good sense out of him and stole every rationale thought. She might not have been a big fan of dressing up either but oh how well she did. The dress she had chosen has her method of torture for that night was a stunning number, with a bare back and a high slit running up one leg. 

“Man, if you stare any harder she might explode,” Adam teased from beside him. 

Jay elbowed him as he took another sip of his drink. “At least, I know I’m going home with the only woman I want tonight.” 

“What does that mean?” 

Jay raised a brow but it was Kevin who answered, a good-natured chuckle mixing with his words. “C’mon man, you and Kim have been doing that thing you do for months now.” 

“What thing? We don’t do a thing.” 

“Yeah, you do, tell ‘im Jay,” Kevin replied. 

“You do a thing.” Jay shrugged. Adam looked at him, waiting for him to explain, “You two have been dancing around each other for months. You act like you wanna be together, but you never … act on it.” 

“Yeah, well it’s complicated,” Adam grumbled. But as he did so, he looked to the table where Kim sat with Hailey. He would be the stupidest man on earth to deny there was still something between them. He won’t even voice his silent hopes that things would eventually work out as he always prayed. “And what about you?” he asked looking at Kevin, “When are you gonna actually ask Vanessa out?” 

“Nah, don’t try to detract from your own problems,” Kevin said shaking his head. 

“Now wait, I think Adam’s got a point,” Jay said smiling cheekily at his friend. “How long are you going to make her wait?” 

Kevin looked between his friends as Adam taking the reins continued, “I mean, a girl like that doesn’t wait around for … whatever excuse you’ve cooked up.” 

“It’s not… there’s no …” Kevin stuttered before shaking his head. 

“Just as her to dance before someone else does,” Adam said. “Or are you a little nervous?” 

That had done it. Kevin threw back the last of his drink, before leaving his friends at their table. Jay and Adam looked at each other rather amused as they watched Kevin approach Vanessa. He said something that had her laughing before he was pulling her to the dance floor. 

Kevin looked very happy and Vanessa was laughing again as he twirled her around. But Jay noticed that look in his eyes. He doubted anyone else might have seen it if they didn’t know what to look for. 

It was the way he looked at Hailey. It was that look he got when he was holding in his arms. No matter what, it always made him feel complete, and breathless all in one go. He glanced back to the table and this time he was able to catch Hailey’s attention and he smiled. 

She smiled too and then a moment later Kim and her were making their way over to them. 

“Huh, just like that,” Adam mused, still watching Kevin. 

“Maybe you should give it a try,” Jay suggested. 

“After you,” Adam challenged. 

“I don’t dance.”

“Not at all?” Kim asked as they finally came over. 

Hailey slid easily into Jay’s side. “No, but then again, I’m not much of a dancer myself,” she said. 

“Oh well that’s a shame. That’s kinda what I love most about these things,” Kim said looking out at the dance floor longingly. “Well that and the open bar.” 

They all laughed as Jay looked over at Adam and then rolled his eyes, shoving his friend in the back as subtly as he could. 

Adam cleared his throat as he turned to Kim, extending his hand. “Dance with me?” 

Kim raised a brow, “You dance?” 

“I might know a few moves,” Adam shrugged. “Come on,” he said looking at her with that smile he knew she loved. 

Kim barely hesitated as she let him lead her onto the dance floor. Adam twirled her around before bringing her close, closer than she had been in months. He could barely remember the reason why they had agreed to such distance between them with her pressed close. He could smell her flowery perfume and hear her small intake of breath as his hand squeezed her hip. 

“You think either of them will take the hint after tonight?” Hailey asked Jay softly. They both stood watching their friends with fond smiles on their faces. 

“I hope so. There is only so much more of this weird dance they keep doing around each other,” Jay groaned. 

Hailey turned to him, a smile playing on her lips. “Well, they’re finally all dancing to the same song so maybe that’s worth something.” 

“I hope so,” Jay whispered. He pulled her closer. “Were we that clueless?” 

Hailey laughed. “I think we were worse.” Jay looked like he wanted to object. “Jay, you got shot, I moved to another city and we still didn’t tell each other how we felt. We might not be great dancers, but we danced plenty around each other for a long time.” 

Jay chuckled, knowing that much was true. His fingers teased delicately along her back, and Hailey drew in a slow heavy breath. His lips ghosted over hers and Hailey was glad Jay had had the good sense to keep to the shadows. Especially with the way his fingers danced up her leg, reaching the top of the slit. 

“How about one more dance, detective?” Jay asked. 

“I’m not much of a dancer.” 

“Neither am I,” Jay whispered. “But you’re the only one I want to dance with.” 

“Well, maybe one more dance,” Hailey agreed and then stepped closer, her lips hovering over his ear, “cause I can think of something we do a lot better than dancing.” 

She smiled mischievously as Jay groaned. He kissed her, his hand slipping into her hair as the other grasped her thigh, with promise. She didn’t have to say and he didn’t have to ask as he led them towards their friends on the dance floor. 

[dessarious]

How to Not Get a Date Pt16

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chloe was far too busy freaking out to comprehend, let alone answer Mari’s question. What just happened? “Chloe, you need to breathe.” Her lungs reacted on instinct and she felt slightly less dizzy. It didn’t help with the mental fog at all. Her mind just kept looping the last few minutes without any kind of understanding forming.

“Why did you kiss me?” Yes, that’s the first thing that made it out of her mouth. She was doomed. Mari just rolled her eyes.

“Because I needed to figure out how I felt about it.”

“Oh.” That was it. She couldn’t get anything else out. She wanted desperately to ask if she’d figured it out, but she was a coward. Hell, she couldn’t even figure out what answer she was hoping for at this point. They could always laugh it off if Mari just had plutonic feelings for her. It didn’t have to ruin their friendship, right? But the thought of her returning those feelings made her pulse race. But she was supposed to be trying to date Damian. Why couldn’t anything be simple?

“Okay, so I have to ask…” Mari trailed off and when Chloe focused on her, she looked worried. “Did you tell Damian we were dating in the hopes of something like this happening?”

“No!” The denial just came out, but she paused to think about it. “At least I don’t think so. I mean, I definitely didn’t intend to… maybe it was a wish fulfillment thing? It wasn’t conscious though, I swear!”

“Hey, calm down. It’s okay, I believe you. I just needed to ask. So you do want to be with Damian, right?”

“Yes?” Why did that come out as a question? She was hopeless.

“It’s okay to like multiple people Chloe. It just means you’re going to have to figure out how you want to proceed from here.” How the hell was she applying logic to this so quickly? Wait, that probably meant that she wasn’t interested.

“I think this whole situation has established that I shouldn’t be making decisions, period.” Mari gave her a soft smile that had her insides twisting before she reached up to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“No, it’s taught us you need time to think about things. Snap decisions are definitely something you should try to avoid.” At least she had a sense of humor about it. “So, let’s work through it.” Chloe could only stare at her for a minute. Work through what? The fact that she kept doing incredibly stupid things and making everything worse? “I can see you beating yourself up. Stop placing blame for a minute and tell me how you feel.”

“I feel like an idiot.” The flat look she got for that was slightly annoyed. “I don’t know, okay? You and Damian both have always been someone to pine after at a distance. You’re both way too good for me and I never thought I’d get a chance with either of you!” She knew she sounded near hysterical at the end, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t realize that was how she felt until it came out of her mouth, but it was true. Damian Wayne was untouchable. She’d seen the way he shot down anyone to ever get near him. It was why she’d suggested they keep each other safe at galas. Marinette was exactly the opposite. Open and honest… and she could have anyone she wanted because everyone loved her. She didn’t stand a chance. She didn’t deserve a chance.

“Okay, first of all, that’s bullshit. Damian would be lucky to have you, especially since you seem to be the only one who can put up with his snobbery on a regular basis.” Chloe couldn’t help the amused snort that left her. “And as for me… Chloe I don’t think you realize how amazing you are. I was raised to be a good person. It’s all I’ve ever known, but you choose to become one. You put in the work to fix the things you were taught, and that is so much more impressive than anything I’ve ever done. Most people aren’t willing to even try to change, but you succeeded at it. Whatever happens, I’m proud of you, and you deserve the world.”

And that was exactly why everyone fell in love with Mari at some point. She saw the best in people and brought it out, no matter how deep it was. She was proof of that. For all Mari put the credit on her, Chloe never would have even thought about it if not for her.

“What do you want?” The question was soft, and Chloe didn’t know how to answer. It would sound horrible, and she didn’t want to risk losing Mari completely. “I’m not going to be mad at you for telling the truth.” For all Mari claimed her Miraculous didn’t make her a mind reader, she always seemed to know exactly what Chloe was thinking. It was a bit annoying.

“I want you both.” She barely choked out the words, and hoped Marinette heard them since she didn’t think she could get it out again. She was so selfish…

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Chloe just blinked at her. What did that even mean?

“A problem with what?”

“With you dating both of us. We’d need to sit down and make sure everyone’s on the same page and make some rules, but if you wanted to try, we could. But…” Chloe was it too much shock that Mari would agree to that to notice the stern tone she settled into. Mari kept going when she didn’t respond. “It would mean that Damian and I could date other people as well if we wanted to.”

“People do that?” Mari rolled her eyes at her.

“Why not? I’m not egotistical enough to believe that I can fulfill a person’s every need, and I’m not selfish enough to insist that they fulfill mine. Some people use friendship to make up the deficiencies, some people just deal with it, some people cheat… Why not do this? As long as everyone involved knows what’s going on and is okay with it, it honestly seems like the healthiest option.” And there she was, throwing logic at a problem most people wouldn’t consider logical. Chloe would admit it made sense, at least until you add people into it. She’d seen how possessive people were, and not just with other people, either.

“I don’t know. It seems… I don’t know. Too easy and too hard at the same time somehow?” Mari just hummed in agreement.

“All relationships are hard work. They’re easier with upfront and continuing communication, though. We could try it, if Damian was on board, and if it becomes a problem for one or all of us, we reevaluate. If we did this, could you handle having us find other partners?” Chloe frowned at the thought. She really didn’t have an answer. She’d never expected to need one in this situation. After seeing all the ‘couples’ in politics thanks to her father, she felt strongly that cheating was grounds to terminate a relationship. But that’s not what Mari was talking about. Cheating means that someone is lying or going behind the other’s back. This would all be out in the open up front. The thought of Mari with someone else was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t certain how much of that was simply because she’d never imagined such a scenario.

“I… I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ll know until it happens to be honest.” She frowned as another thought hit her. “Would you want that type of relationship even if Damian wasn’t involved?”

“Perhaps not in a dating sense. It’s about us both being happy and complete. Given how over the top you can be, I doubt I’d need or want to go elsewhere for romantic affection. We could probably just talk about things as they come up on a case by case basis. If one of us feels like we need something we’re not getting from the relationship, we talk and decide if it’s something we want to work on, or if we should find another source.” That… made sense strangely enough.

“Wait, does that mean that we’re dating for real now?” She could have slapped herself for the stupidity of that question. That really was something she shouldn’t have to ask. Mari just giggled.

“If you don’t want to wait for an answer from Damian, then yes, we can be. But if he wants to date you and isn’t on board with this, you’ll have to make a choice, so you might want to wait until we’ve figured out how to talk to him.”

“Oh.” She felt her stomach twist at the thought of having to pick between them. It kind of made her hope that Damian wasn’t interested, just so she wouldn’t have to. But that thought hurt, too. Kwami, this was such a mess.

“Hey, don’t worry about it too much right now. Just know that whatever happens, however this works out, I’m still here. We’re friends first and that won’t change, okay?” Chloe let out a breath that was half relieved and half amazed.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Mari just rolled her eyes. “I mean it. No one else would have stayed, and I’m not just talking about tonight. After everything I’ve put you through, you have every right to hate me. Anyone else would.” The frown on Mari’s face was adorable. It said she didn’t think Chloe was right, but didn’t know how to argue the point. The fact that Mari didn’t understand how other people could hold grudges, even deserved ones, was one more thing that both worried and impressed her. She got mad in the heat of the moment, sure, but she always forgave. She’d even forgive Lila if the girl would just stop. And wasn’t that a terrifying thought.

“So, are you ready to plan out what to do next? How you want to approach Damian?” And just like that, her stomach was in knots again.

“Do we have to?” Mari let out an amused huff and her expression softened.

“No, not right now, anyway. However.” Chloe had to fight back a groan. Of course there was more. “You’re going to have to make a decision and sooner would probably be better for everyone involved, but it doesn’t have to be tonight.”

“Thank you. For everything.” She leaned down to rest her forehead against Mari’s. It was the first time she’d felt grounded in forever.

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More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!! 

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window.  If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…  

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was… it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos 

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking... 

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?” 

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary… 

Simeon 

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of… 

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead! 

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

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Future Plans

Characters: Jake Ballard, Reader, Abby Whelan, Olivia Pope

Not Requested

Word Count: 1291

Inspiration:  “This is not the time or place for this.”

Y/N couldn't believe what she had just listened, B613 was back up and none other than her husband would be taking care of it with Olivia Pope.

She was making a big effort to not make a scene in respect for Mellie, but just the sight of the both of them made her uneven and she couldn’t believe that he would do it after everything that they had talked about.

“Y/N, are you listening to me?” asked Abby who was seated next to her and trying to tell her about her own problems with David.

“No, I’m sorry,” she apologized as she laid her head on top of her arms.

“You should talk to him,” Abby advised since they were together when they listened to the latest news.

“And say what? Honey, look I was listening to your conversation with Olivia and I heard that you plan to go back to B613, would you like to enlighten me on the subject?” she said her voice coming out muffled and not caring if anyone could hear them.

“Not in those exact words,” Abby said with a little smile on her face.

“If this is true Abbie,” she started lifting her head from her arms “if he is really doing this, I can’t do it again, the last time he made part of that organization it broke me, it broke us I can’t let it happen again, I can’t let myself be scared every day again”

“I’ll tell you what I did before, talk to him and make him understand that this is a lot for you”

“Later,” she answered as she watched her husband across the room making his way to talk to another person with that stupid smirk on his face that just made her want to throw up now.

A couple of hours and two glasses of champagne later, Y/N is ready to talk with her husband about the whole situation, she couldn’t wait anymore it was killing her inside.

“Excuse me,” she said as she approached Jake and the couple he was talking to “mind if I steal my husband for a minute?”

But she didn’t even wait for them to answer and just grabbed his arm and began walking away towards the hallway.

“It’s everything okay?” Jake asked as they made it to a stop.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I mean except the fact that my husband went back to B613 without even talking to me first and I learned that from listening to him talk to Olivia Pope about the subject” she said pressing her hands to her hips like a little child who wanted something and their parents weren’t giving it to them. 

She knew it sounded selfish interrupting a big gala for her husband’s career just to talk to him about something they could talk about when they were alone, but they had talked about his life at B613 and he knew how much it affected her and their marriage and either way he did it again.

“Y/N, this is not the time or place for this,” he said as he looked around trying to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.

“Oh, you are not walking away from this conversation Jake Ballard. I have been gaining the courage to talk to you about this the whole night and you are not taking that away from me”

Seeing that she was backing down from her decision of talking to him right now, he grabbed her hand and took her to his office.

“What do you want to know?” he asked as he closed the door behind them.

“Just why”

“Because I had to,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh please Jake, don’t give me that crap,” she said as she settled on one of the chairs “We both know that you wanted it”

“Fine I wanted it, why do you care so much?” he leaned against his desk.

“You are really asking why do I care?” she asked as she let out a small laugh “Maybe because I’m your wife, I have seen how that place broke you, how she broke you”

“Don’t bring Olivia into this,” he said as he stood up.

“Why? You seem to think more about what she wants than what your wife wants”

“She has nothing to do with this decision, I made it on my own,”

“Oh really?” she snorted as she got up “Wasn’t she there when you made that so-called your own decision? Wasn’t she the one that asked you?”

“She did because she is leading this, Y/N!” he yelled as he passed his hands through his face, he really didn’t want to argue with her tonight but she was making it impossible.

“And you just had to say yes. Olivia asked and my husband just had to say yes, right?” when she saw that he wasn’t going to say anything she continued “We had plans, Jake, now that you have a stable job at the White House we had plans of having kids, and now it’s all screwed up.”

“We can still have kids!”

“Oh come on! As if I am going to have kids with someone that could show up in a body bag or be arrested on his first day of work.”

They both stood there in silence not looking at one another. Olivia has always been a sore subject in their marriage. 

Y/N always found it funny how throughout all her life she had never felt insecure about a woman before, and now here she was insecure about a woman who was clearly in love with another man.

Jake loved Y/N. He had never felt this way about any woman before and now he may have screwed it all up because of a job but he couldn’t back down, he had made a promise and he couldn’t back down.

“I will never be as good as her will I?” she asked, finally looking at her husband with a sad expression on her face.

“What?” he asked as he slowly lifted his head.

“I will never be as good as Olivia will I?”

Jake stood there looking at her not really knowing what to say. He knew that she had been jealous of his relationship with Olivia when they first got together, but he had thought that he did enough to make her feel okay, but apparently he was wrong.

Despite the promise he made Liv, he should care more about the promise that he made his own wife, a promise of a normal life.

He walked to her, gently grabbing her face in between his hands.

“Look at me, please” her eyes lifted and looked with his “I love you. It’s you, Y/N, you are better than Olivia at any aspect to me. I will tell Olivia I won’t take the job, that she needs to find someone else”

“What?” she asked, not believing the words that had just come out of her husband's mouth.

“I won’t take the job,”

“Jake that was not what I meant with this.”

“I know,” he said as he pressed his forehead to hers making them both close their eyes “but I made you a promise and you are my wife and it’s my priority to make sure that you are happy”

Y/N stepped back a little bit so she could look into her husband's eyes and then launch herself into him wrapping herself around him.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his ear.

“How about he get started on that baby-making now?" Jake asked as he threw her gently on the couch and hovered over her with her laugh filling the room.

Maybe Jake is a little bit off character but I just needed to imagine that he is the guy we first met.

[mercy-burning]

Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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[from-a-reckless-writer]

“So, Andrea asked me out, today.”

“Fucking finally,” Sam mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes at Lena as if Lena’s an idiot who should’ve seen this coming.

“I’m sorry what? What do you mean, ‘finally’?” 

“Oh my God, do you seriously have no clue about it?”

“About what?” This time it was Kara who speaks up. They were having a Girls’ Night tonight, well, usually it was just a Kara and Lena night, but Sam came in for a rare visit and here they all are. 

“About how Lena apparently is an idiot who still doesn’t know that Andrea has been making heart-eyes at her since Day 1,” Sam deadpans and Lena’s eyes widen, brows shooting up to her forehead.

“What? What- No, she doesn’t. Oh my God, Sam! She’s my best friend. We go way back, there is nothing— Sam! Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

“Oh, honey, ever since boarding school she’s had a thing for you. She wouldn’t ask if it was nothing. Remember the first time I met with her?” Sam asks and Lena just nods because, okay what the fuck she really needs time to process this.

“She was jealous, she thought I was coming on to you or something, but then you said I was just a business associate and she calmed down,” Sam finishes and flashes of memory zip unto Lena’s brain. Yes, she does remember that day, how Andrea had acted hostile and odd until they met up again with Sam again during that merger and-

Oh my God. 

 “Ah, there it is. Moment of realization hit hard much? Here, have a drink, buddy.”

Sam thinks this is funny. 

Sam thinks this is so funny and she is so smug about being right and Lena wants to wash the damn smugness off of her face. Sam was too busy laughing and Lena was too busy plotting to kill Sam that they failed to notice how Kara completely turned silent. 

“Good of her to finally have the guts to ask you out. Been a long time coming,” Sam rambles mindlessly sipping at her wine. 

“Wait, I’m still processing— Why didn’t she say anything?” 

“Probably didn’t want to ruin your friendship.”

“Then why now?”

“I don’t know, maybe because she tried not asking you out to keep your friendship. But shit happened and your friendship was lost anyway, but now she doesn’t have anything to lose so maybe she thought, might as well...” Sam shrugs as if it were nothing, but Lena, Lena’s brain was scrambling and— 

“Man, am I glad, I chose this week to visit. Say yes already, and me and Kara would even help you choose a dress. Right, Kara?”

They both turn to Kara, who has been uncharacteristically quiet this past few minutes.

“Huh? Wha- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Dress, right. Yeah,” Kara stutters out and Lena knows something is definitely wrong.

“Are you okay?” She asks and Sam just raises a brow at her.

“Oh, yeah. Just—  long day, you know?” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

But the answer was subdued and Lena wasn’t really all that convinced but Sam is interrogating her again and she really just wants to solve this Andrea Dilemma first. Besides, she’s staying over anyway, she can talk to Kara later.

“How did she ask you out? Spill, right now. Spare us no details.” 

Well…

***

“Well, I’m glad that we got that over with.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Andrea.”

“Mm, that’s nice to hear. I missed that, coming from you. I- I missed you.”

“Andrea Rojas, you’re getting soft on me. But for what it’s worth I missed you too.”

“Listen, I uh- I wanna ask you something, but you have to promise me you’ll think about it.”

“Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Gotodinnerwithme.”

“Did you say dinner?”

“Yeah, I- want to get dinner. With you. Possibly. As my date.”

“Oh.”

***

“Well, can you blame me? I didn’t know she— “ Lena trailed off, finding it hard to think of words.

“Oh?! Oh?! That’s the only thing you said?!” Sam screeches, wine sloshing about in her glass.

“Didn’t know she had feelings for you?” Kara finishes for her with an unreadable look on her face that Lena desperately wants to decipher. But can’t. Not with Sam hovering. 

"Yeah, that,” Lena says lamely, this is ridiculous. She feels like a teenager unaware of how to function in the real world just because a pretty girl asked her to dinner. But to be fair though, Andrea isn’t just some pretty girl.

Andrea was…

Something. 

Yeah, Andrea was Lena’s something. Once. 

“I mean, I did say I was going to think about it. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings but I also didn’t want to lead her on? But I think I kind of did? Did I? Oh, fuck this. Somebody get me more wine.”

Sam pours her a generous amount.

“Well, the question is, do you want to go out with her?”

“I don’t...know,” She admits and Sam just looks at her with the kind of  eyes she sees her make when she wants Ruby to understand something. 

“The question is a simple yes or no, Lena. If you don’t want to, then don’t. If you want to, then go. You don’t owe anybody. If she feels that way, she feels that way. It’s not your fault she caught feelings. You can always say no.”

“I know that, but— “

“But what?”

“It’s Andrea.”

Before Sam can give her another lengthy advice, her friend's phone buzzes and her niece’s face lights up the screen.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Sam says before picking up and telling her daughter that yes, she’s coming home soon. 

“I guess we should call it a night,” Lena voices out as Sam hangs-up. Sam gives both of them bear hugs, whispering in her ear, “You’re going to tell me everything, after.”

And Lena kicks her out of the apartment with an eye-roll. 

She hears Kara moving behind her, probably using her superspeed so Lena doesn’t have to do anything. 

“Hey,” Lena calls out carefully, she’s been eyeing Kara all night and she can’t ignore that something was up.

 “Yeah?” Kara answers coming from the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her pants as she approaches.

“Sit with me?” 

Lena gestures to the other unoccupied side of the couch. Kara plops down with a sigh, Lena automatically putting her feet up on Kara’s lap. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

To which Kara answered with, “No.”

Well, Lena wasn’t expecting that. Kara tells her everything, that was their thing. Lena has no idea how it happened but Kara tells her everything and Lena tells Kara everything, that’s just them. That was how it is. So, Lena was more than baffled at Kara’s silence. 

“Okay, then. Help me with my problem instead?”

“Fine.”

Cold. Wow, Okay. Okay. She wasn’t going to push but this is really odd behavior for Kara. 

“Do- do you think, I should say yes?

”“To Andrea?”

“To Andrea,” Lena confirms and Kara tosses her head back on the sofa and closes her eyes.

“I don’t know, Lena. That’s...your choice— “

“I know it’s my choice, I’m just asking for your input. How ‘bout a pro’s and con’s list?”“Pro’s first,” Lena says and begins a list, “She knows things about me, in a way that most people would never, that’s a good reason, right?”

“Yeah th-that’s good. She’s rich,” Kara adds and Lena laughs at that.

“Darling, I’m rich too.”

“Well, that’s another pro, you’re on the same level. No worrying about the media, no worrying about tight schedules because she’d understand, anyway. No worrying about gala dates because she’s going to be there, too. No worrying about what friends would say, it’s clear Sam approves and Jess would too. No worrying about long distances since I heard she’s staying around. She’s…”

Kara pauses and there’s this moment where Lena is just looking at her, Kara’s words looping in her head. As if Kara has thought about Andrea dating her a million times before, and what that might mean, as if—

“-perfect. She’s perfect for you, Lena. There’s— uh there’s no competing with that,” Kara’s voice trails off, “I don’t think there’s any con, about dating her. So, there you go. I helped didn’t I? I— You know what? I’m tired, I-”

Kara doesn’t even bother finishing her sentence, just pushes Lena’s legs off her lap and stands-up. Shoulders defeated and foot-steps heavy. Lena stays there on the couch. Usually, they’d get ready for bed together, but Lena has a feeling that Kara wants space, right now. So, she sits there, in the silence of Kara’s apartment, mind running a mile a minute about the implications of Kara’s behavior, listening to the way Kara’s flitting about in the bedroom, before she hears the duvet rustle and she knows it’s time. 

Lena takes her time, brushing her teeth, putting on the pajamas she keeps at Kara’s, combing her hair. She knows Kara never falls asleep without bidding her good night first. But the silence from Kara’s end makes her believe her best friend had already been taken by slumber. 

Lena slowly climbs into bed, Kara laying on her side, facing away from Lena. She claims her side and slowly leans into Kara’s back, she can feel Kara stiffen from the close proximity. Lena takes a breath and starts wrapping her arms around Kara, spooning her. Lena gives herself a moment to just breathe her in. Kara doesn’t relax.

“You know, there is a con,” She starts and she knows Kara’s listening, “There’s one con, about dating Andrea.” she waits for Kara to reply, hoping that she would.

“What?”

“She’s not you.”

“What?”

“She’s—“ Lena inhales, braces herself, fucking now or never, “She’s not Kara Zor-El. She’s not the woman I want to be dating. She’s not the one who I want to ask me to dinner. She’s not you, Kara.”

She feels Kara turn and Lena slowly loosens her arms so Kara can face her.God, her eyes are so blue even in the dark. 

“Lena, what?”

“Then why would you ask if you should date Andrea?” Kara asks, voice small and Lena clings to her tighter, puts a palm against her cheek.

“You already said that, darling,” she teases before clarifying, “I said, I want you. I don’t want Andrea. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

“Okay, wow. I— give me a minute, wow okay, wow.” Kara stutters out in disbelief. As if Lena would want anybody but her. 

“I needed to know if you felt the same. I have been trying, Kara. I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel. Wishing you’d pick up on it but I don’t know if you don’t notice or you just really don’t see me that way, but tonight—”

“Tonight, what? What gave me away?”

“You don’t really think, I won’t notice when you’re hurting, do you? The moment I mentioned Andrea, your face fell. You were quiet the whole night. Not to mention you were giving me the cold shoulder once Sam left.”

“I thought I was being subtle,” Kara whispers sheepishly and Lena can’t fight the grin off her face. 

“You weren’t,” Lena breathes and becomes aware of the fact that Kara’s lips are right there, and she’s pretty sure that if she asks, Kara would kiss her. Kara would kiss her, right?

“Kara— “

“Can I— “

They say at the same time and Lena doesn’t really know nor does she care who leaned in first, just that their lips are pressed together, and it’s perfect. This moment is perfect and Lena wants to keep this moment tucked away in her heart, somewhere only she and Kara have permission to.

 And God, they were just as bad as the other. Idiots pining, sneaking glances, buying companies, heroic saves, but Lena guesses it doesn’t really matter, because now they have this.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

Three weeks later, Lena receives a call from Metropolis, Sam’s name flashing briefly on her screen.

“You have a shit ton of explaining to do, Lena Luthor. What the fuck did Jess mean when she said, ‘Miss Luthor and Miss Danvers are out on a lunch date as of the moment.’?”

[the-bau-quinjet]

what about doing a steve x reader? maybe where the reader gets hurt during a mission by hydra?? just an idea!! xx

He’s Like a Brother to Me

Summary: Pretending to be a couple for a mission is normal, so why is your Captain so upset?

Warnings: being injured on a mission, kissing, a swear word or two

Word Count: 2202

a/n: My first request!! To the anon that requested this, thank you! I hope you like it :) Sorry if it's not angsty enough! I really tried, but once I got this idea in my head I ran with it. 

Also! I didn't do my normal tag list since y'all requested to be tagged when I was only writing Criminal Minds fics. Just lmk if you want to be tagged in marvel or CM or both!

"The mission is simple. You two will go to the gala as newly weds, pretend to be interested in more than the charitable events of the evening, figure out the chain of command for the weapons dealing, and put a stop to the weapons dealing assholes." Tony laid out the plan as if nothing could go wrong.

You turned to the super soldier on your left, relieved to find a matching grimace on his face.

"We have to pretend to be a couple?" You asked, turning back to Tony.

"Yes. The invites we secured are for Mr. and Mrs. Farley, so you two will be Mr. and Mrs. Farley for the evening. Any other questions?" Before you could chime in with the 17 questions in your head, Tony kept talking. "I didn't think so. Your clothes have already been dropped off to your rooms, so get ready. You'll have Rogers and Wilson doing surveillance in case anything goes wrong." Without another word, Tony forced you and Bucky out of the room.

"I guess I'll see in an hour, husband." You tried to joke, but your smile didn't meet your eyes.

"Same to you, wife." Bucky's face held a similar expression as you both turned your separate ways to get ready for the gala, trying to put the awkwardness behind you.

You and Bucky have been incredibly close ever since he first came back from Wakanda. You became fast friends since you are both so close with Steve.

It was easier for Bucky to open up to you than he anticipated, and in part it's because you remind him of his sister. Similarly, Bucky is like the older brother you never had. The two of you mesh, in the most platonic of ways.

He is there to tease you about your not-so-secret crush on Steve, and your there to help Sam come up with more annoying nicknames (starBucks being one of your favorite to date).

When it comes down to it though, you look out for each other. Of course, that won't make pretending to be a couple any less awkward.

-

You and Bucky enter the gala just after 8:00 pm. The large hotel ballroom is lit up by three enormous chandeliers, spaced throughout the room, with small sconces lining the outside walls. There are round tables around the outside of the room, framing a large open space for dancing.

People are mingling in small groups scattered throughout the room, waitstaff wondering around the room in precise lines to ensure anyone who wants a drink has access to one.

With a deep breath, you link your arm with Bucky's, laughing at the surprised look on his face.

"We have to at least try to sell it." You whispered in his ear, trying to play it off as a cute couple-y thing. "Even if we'd both rather be anywhere else." That comment earned a laugh, easing the tension from his shoulders.

Steve's voice in your ears refocuses you on the mission. "We just got video feed from the security cameras, so we have eyes on you now." You would have sworn you could hear an unfamiliar strain in Steve's voice as he spoke, but you chalked it up to just being nervous for the mission. "Try to mingle, figure out who's in charge."

Mingling was easier said than done. Every time the two of you tried to talk to anyone, the conversation was awkward and tense. You just didn't know how to answer questions about falling in love with each other. Ultimately, you decided eavesdropping was your best bet. Bucky pulled you to the dance floor, whispering in your ear as he held you, "dancing is the perfect cover for moving around the room."

You nodded your head in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? I said to mingle, not dance." Steve's voice in your ears surprised you. Normally, he'd stay quiet unless he received intel that could help with the mission or noticed something for you to look into.

"We're listening to other conversations, relax punk." Bucky's voice was light as he spun you around, closer to the most suspicious people you've found thus far.  

"What time is it happening?" The woman seemed nervous as she checked her watch.

"A few minutes. Relax, we'll meet them down the hall at 8:45." The man was calm and collected as he took her hand, leading her across the dance floor and out of the room.

"Guess that's our cue." You stated the obvious as you and Bucky went to follow them out of the ballroom. The couple turned down a side hallway, pulled out a key card, and entered a room, about halfway down.

You and Bucky made quick work to reach the room, pausing outside to listen in. You heard the couple, along with an unfamiliar voice.

"Do you have them?" The unfamiliar voice asked.

"We do. They're hidden in another room down the hall." the woman again sounded nervous.

"You" the unfamiliar voice must have pointed at someone, "go get them. Your wife will stay here to keep me company. Make it quick, Hydra has more important things to do."

Yours and Bucky's eyes went wide at the mention of Hydra. This mission wasn't supposed to have anything to do with them. Before you could react, footsteps could be heard coming toward the door. You had a few seconds max to figure out a way to hide.

With no other options in sight, you pulled Bucky across the hallway into the world's most awkward kiss. When the door swung open, you pretended not to notice, too lost in your "relationship" to care.

The man you saw earlier walked a few doors down before entering another room. You pulled back from Bucky, wincing slightly at the expression on his face. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to do to make it look like we weren't listening..." You trailed off.

"No, no it's fine. It was the only option." Bucky cleared his throat, still slightly dazed and very thrown off.

"Could the two of you stop staring at each other and get back to work?' Steve's voice was again present in your ears, and this time he was definitely angry.

"Right! Right, of course. Let's go." You awkwardly pushed off the wall, moving down the hallway to the room you saw the man enter. On the count of three, you burst into the room together. It was easy enough to over power the lone man in the room, but you and Bucky were still a little shaken up after the kiss. You handcuffed him to the bedpost, taking the key card he used earlier and moving back down the hallway.

After a brief, awkward eye contact, Bucky opened the door with you rushing in behind him. The only two people in the room were the two you heard earlier, making for a fairly easy take down.

"Cap, we got 'em. Two in room 217 and one in room 223." You started to fill him and Sam in, unsure if they still had eyes on you. At that exact moment, three more Hydra agents ran in from an adjoining room, catching you off guard.

You yelped when the gun went off, surprised at the sudden noise after thinking the mission was over. You and Bucky managed to take down the three agents without much more difficulty.

"Scratch that Cap, five in room 217." You again began filling him in, but the room started spinning. Your voice was wavering when you collapsed, the last thing you heard a mixture of Steve's voice in your ear and Bucky's in person calling your name.

"Y/N!" Then everything faded to black.

-

"What the hell happened in there?" Steve and Bucky were standing just outside of the med bay. After you collapsed, Bucky realized you had been shot in the stomach. While other Shield agents came to collect the men you had stopped, Bucky carried you to the quinjet, meeting a pissed looking Steve at the door.

The two didn't talk at all during the short flight back to the compound. It wasn't until you were in the med bay receiving medical attention that Steve rounded on Bucky.

"There was never any indication that more agents were there. They caught us off guard! I didn't even realize she had been shot until after we had them contained." Bucky was beating himself up. He let his guard down, still trying to get over the lingering weirdness of you kissing him.

"Caught you off guard? Buck-" Before Steve could yell anymore, Dr. Cho came out to talk to them.

"Y/N will be fine. She lost a lot of blood, but she should recover relatively quickly. She'll likely wake up in the next half hour." Dr. Cho got straight to the point, trying to ease the nerves of the two super soldiers.

"Thank you so much. Thank you!" Bucky called over his shoulder as he ran into the room, planting himself by your side. He may be weirded out by the kiss, but he knows you were too. You're still like a little sister to him, nothing could stop him from being there for you when you wake up.

Steve followed Bucky into the room after thanking Dr. Cho and briefly discussing the timeline for your recovery.

"As I was saying. Caught you off guard? I've never seen you caught off guard before." Although he was whispering so as not to disturb you, his words were nearly venomous. "The two of you let your feelings get in the way of this mission."

The look of guilt already present on Bucky's face multiplied tenfold. "You think I don't know that? I should've seen it coming. If I wasn't distracted I could've stopped them before Y/N got hurt."

You woke up at some point, hearing Bucky blame himself. Instantly, you wanted to ease his worries. "Hey," the two men turned to you, concern clear on their faces. "It wasn't your fault, Buck. I was just as distracted. Neither of us saw it coming, even though both of us should have. It doesn't matter though, because we got them, and I'll be fine." You sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in your abdomen.

"How can you say that? Of course it matters! You could have died, all because Bucky was too busy making heart eyes at you to-" Steve's words were cut off by identical sounds of laughter from you and Bucky.

"Heart eyes?! Oh my god, that's hilarious." You stuttered out the words between laughs. Steve look so confused, you couldn't help but laugh at his cute expression.

Every time you thought you were done, one look at either Bucky or Steve had you laughing again. "Oh god, make it stop! It hurts to laugh!" You pouted slightly, begging Bucky to stop laughing and Steve to change his expression.

Finally, Bucky reined it in enough to speak. "I was distracted because Y/N like a little sister. It's definitely a bit distracting to feel like you just kissed your sister" You and Bucky each made a face of disgust as you looked at each other.

Meanwhile, Steve had a look of complete shock on his face. "Wh-what? You two aren't ... ya know?”

Again, you and Bucky share looks of disgust. "God, no. He's like a brother to me."

"Yeah, I love Y/N like a sister. I'm definitely not in love with her." Bucky agrees.

Steve's expression is sheepish as he tries to explain himself, "but, but after the kiss you were staring into his eyes like you were in love!"

"We most definitely were not." Mumbling under your breath, you kept talking "his aren't the blue eyes I'd like to lovingly stare into."

Steve was shocked into silence by your statement.

"I think that's my cue to leave." Bucky wore a smug grin as he slapped Steve on the back, uttering a quick "good luck, punk" before leaving.

It was quiet for a minute, neither of you quite sure what to say.

"Who's blue eyes do you want to stare into?" Steve broke the silence, shuffling closer to sit on the side of your bed.

"What?" It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize you said that sentence out loud. "I said that out loud?" You threw your hands up to cover your face, mumbling about being an idiot to delay having to answer.

"You did. So... who's blue eyes?" Steve's demeanor quickly shifted from shy to confident. He slowly moved your hands off your face, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. One look had you confessing all your secrets.

"Yours. It always been yours." He rubbed his thumb across your cheek, leaning in closer to you until your foreheads were touching.

"Let me take you on a date." His words were barely a whisper, the warm air from his breath sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

He leaned in closer, barely brushing his lips over yours. "I need words, sweetheart."

You pushed forward, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

"Yes."

[hoe-doroki]

ana’s bnha x reader masterlist

first updated 11.17.20 last updated 07.13.21 desktop version found here bkdk masterlist: desktop | mobile

fics [38] drabbles [13]

Thanks for dropping by! I want to note that I no longer write x reader and instead am writing bakudeku shipfic. So! By all means, read, like, comment on my fics here! But I can't recommend that you follow me unless you like bakudeku. Hope you enjoy your time here regardless! <3

legend:

character x character

Title w/ link | [rating] | word count | genre

Synopsis

ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

[g] - appropriate for general audiences [t] - appropriate for audiences 13+ [m] - contains non-graphic adult themes [e] - explicit, 18+ readers only

🌸 = personal faves

characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

no ship

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

aizawa x reader

Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort 

Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

bakugou x reader

Can’t Find My Breath | [e] | 4.2k | smut 🌸

At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. Now it’s nighttime and you’ve just left a bar together. Companion to The Rest with No Sound

Christmas Cold | [g] | 1k | fluff

You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

Doing Something Right | [e] | 1.8k | smut

You’re pregnant and happily enjoying domestic bliss when Katsuki comes in, unable to resist you.

Frustration | [e] | 3.1k | smut

request. After a long day of work, Katsuki comes home frustrated and you, suffering from a different kind of frustration yourself, know exactly what will help you both.

Gorgeous | [e] | 1.5k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. When you have a negative response to Katsuki touching you in a moment of insecurity, he intends to do whatever he can to alleviate your fears.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

Magic | [e] | 2.2k | smut

request. Katsuki comes home early and catches you...taking care of yourself.

Miniskirts | [e] | 0.8k | smut 🌸

After a long day, Katsuki takes a shower and his thoughts turn to you.

On the Job | [e] | 4.5k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You.

The Rest with No Sound | [t] | 8.5k | slow burn, fluff 🌸

Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

Stay | [g] | 2.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

ask. The last thing you want to do on a rough day is worry Bakugou with your problems. So you try to hide it. You should have known better.

Steamy | [e] | 2.7k | smut

request. You're a pro hero, rising in the ranks and, happy though he is for you, Katsuki's old jealousy begins to roil. After you've been paraded around all evening as one of Japan's finest, Katsuki finds himself feeling more than a little possessive, and can't help himself from taking you as his.

Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

endeavor x reader

When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

iida x reader

Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

request. In a quirk-related accident you find yourself surrounded by shattered glass. Worst of all, most of that glass is from every single pair of your boyfriend’s glasses.

Flotsam, Jetsam, Lagan, and Derelict | [g] | 1.5k | hurt/comfort

ask. Trying to hide a panic attack from your boyfriend isn’t easy when he’s right next to you. But you’re determined to suffer alone.

kaminari x reader

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

You share your unsteady hope with Kaminari.

kirishima x reader

Silhouette | [e] | 1.8k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask.  Before a gala, you’re stuck in the mirror, caught on all your old body insecurities. Kiri comes in and loves you regardless.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

We’ll See | [g] | 6.3k | gen, light romance 🌸

demisexual!Reader. After a fateful meeting, you and Kirishima keep running into each other. And although he’s so nice, you fear the fact that he might be interested in you. Even though all you want is, for once, to let yourself be happy and maybe fall in love, you can’t seem to be able to.

What We Look For | [t] | 15.5 | slow burn

Last time, you and Kirishima became friends—nothing more, nothing less. The idea of being something more sounds nice. But you can’t. You just can’t. So you won’t. Whatever happens will be on your own terms. Sequel to We'll See

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Kirishima freaks out while you experience a numb calm. You meet in the middle.

midoriya x reader

Bad Days | [g] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

Izuku helps you get out of bed.

Sunlight | [e] | 2.1k | smut 🌸

request. An early afternoon in bed with your husband, Izuku.

Surprised, Just Once | [e] | 5k | smut

request. You were planning on just another predictable night out with the girls. What you got was much, much more.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.3k | hurt/comfort

Izuku holds you close while you watch the results.

Multiple unrelated oneshots with Deku with an s/o with an eating disorder | ask

Gratitude | [t] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

After having been with Izuku a while, you’re suffering a relapse and he helps you through with some gratitude practices on date night.

Picnic | [t] | 1.8k | hurt/comfort

Izuku surprises you with a picnic on your second date, much to your horror.

A Start | [t] | 1.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

You ask Izuku for help when you realize you need it.

Trust Yourself | [t] | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Shortly after moving in together, Izuku learns of your struggles and tries his best to comfort and encourage you.

shinsou x reader

Passing the Night Stars | [g] | 3.2k | hurt/comfort

The party was neon and you needed darkness.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Shinsou helps you prioritize yourself.

todoroki x reader

All Dressed Up | [e] | 4.6k | smut 🌸

quarantine fic. It’s been months since you’ve dressed up, felt pretty, and felt seen by anyone. Your husband’s birthday is a perfect excuse to get all dressed up. And then take it right off.

All the Wasted Time | [e] | 3.2k | smut, fluff

Three months ago, you’d been ripped from Shouto’s side with something less than a love confession, something more than a show of feelings. Now that you’re back, you’re eager to make up for lost time. Siberia sequel, First Snow prequel

Bad Days | [g] | 0.9k | hurt/comfort 🌸

Shouto comforts you when your demons arrive unexpectedly.

First Snow | [g] | 2.2k | fluff

A year after the events in Siberia, you and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year. Siberia and All the Wasted Time sequel

On the Job | [e] | 3.4k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You. Sequel to On the Job (Bakugou); can be read alone

Siberia | [e] | 13.8k | pining/angst, smut, fluff 🌸

On the field, you and Todoroki are rising stars amongst hero pairings. Off the field…you’re kind of in love with him. After a successful capture, you’re boss brings you in to let you know you’re being sent on assignment in foreign country…alone. Before you leave, you have to act. You’re not partners anymore, after all. And with a little liquid courage you do. Then, the next morning, you still have to leave. All the Wasted Time and First Snow prequel.

Worth it | [t] | 0.3k | gen

The morning after with your boyfriend, Shouto.

2021 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.5k | hurt/comfort

The stress of election day comes back swiftly during the Georgia runoff and Todoroki’s quick to notice.

all works below are within the world of the a spare heart series:

A series about a fem, American reader who had to transfer to U.A. partway through second year. You’re there to become a hero, that much is obvious, but why else did you come? And, more importantly, what—or who—makes you stay?

timeline

may, year two:

- reader finishes junior year of American high school early

- reader transfers to u.a. from the united states

The Meeting | [g] | 0.1k | gen

Reader meets Tokoyami for the first time. Sequel to first impressions from my wip list

Hollow Victory | [g] | 9.6k | gen, action

chapter 1 | chapter 2

You transferred to U.A. from America two weeks ago. No one has found out your quirk yet. Today, they’re going be meeting it head on and you have the advantage: surprise.

june, year two:

Illiterate | [g] | 2.1k | fluff, comfort

Being unable to read Japanese makes you feel so stupid. And who comes into the common room after midnight just as you’re about to cry? The boy who hasn’t spoken to you in three weeks.

sequels

The Offering | [g] | 0.4k | fluff, gen.

The Mission (Shouto POV) | [g] | 0.3k | fluff, gen., silly

september, year two:

Impetus | [g] | 2.1k | friendship

Ever since Shinsou found out what your quirk was, the two of you have been each other’s best friends and confidantes. But when he turns a casual training session into a tease over your supposed crush on someone in your class, that trust might just break.

january, year two:

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive | [g] | 1.2k | fluff, comfort

You and your boyfriend, Shouto, always walk to class together, but today you haven’t yet left your dorm. When he checks on you, he finds you awake, but curled on your side, suffering from period cramps.

sequels

The Questions (drabble) | [g] | 0.1k | gen.

The Sweetness (double drabble) | [g] | 0.2k | fluff, comfort

february, year three:

Between Fear and Guilt | [t] | 2.5k | light angst, comfort

You and Shouto only started being intimate a couple months back, but you’re already experiencing a dry spell. Today you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

fifteen years after graduation

Something Perfect | [e] | 3.7k | smut, fluff

After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.