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moonice20408 · 1 year

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Pairing: Emily Prentiss x SubFem!Reader Category: Lil bit smutty. Nothing graphic, but still 18+ ONLY PLEASE Summary: You’re exhausted after back to back cases, and some friends ask if you wanna ‘hang out’ that weekend. Seems like the perfect way to destress. Then you run into your boss at a sex club. Content Warning: Brief mention of a missing child case, Dom/Sub dynamics, talks of non-penetrative BDSM scenes, submissive relationship to a male/female couple, Bi reader, oral, sex toys. Word Count: 2981 A/N: So I posted this forever ago, then lost ~everything~ on my memory card. But, I managed to recently save a few things, this being one of them, but I lost everything else I wrote for it, so for now, it will remain a one-shot. Someone was asking where it went, so I thought I'd at least post the first chapter. ALSO the names James and Natasha are also used for characters, just in case that happens to be your name. Cause seeing my own name in a fic throws me sometimes.

To say you were tired was the understatement of the century. The team had gotten back from one case, only for Garcia to meet you in the bullpen with an apologetic look and a file in hand. JJ, Matt and Rossi had excused themselves to call their families before joining the rest of you in the briefing room. And it was a bad one. A kid had gone missing that afternoon. From a park in the middle of the day. You had until the jet was refuelled and you were off again. Thankfully, and against what all the statistics told you, you found the boy after two days alive. He was scared and hungry, but you’d been able to reunite him with his family. Given the police presence, the unsub hadn’t managed to do anything to the kid; too scared of getting caught. When you found the scumbag, you’d managed to give him a black eye as he tried to escape, and then watched as he begged for some kind of mercy while he was taken way in cuffs. The exhaustion of it all seemed worth with when JJ had pulled up to the scene with the boys parents, and they ran out to embrace their son. The case ended as well as it could of done given everything, and the entire team passed out when on the jet home.

It was a Friday afternoon when you got back, and Emily had instructed you all go straight home, and not to come back till Monday. No one argued. You opted to call a cab. Two demanding cases, very little sleep, and your diet for over a week now had been mostly coffee and whatever was in the closest vending machine. You figured it’d be best not to drive. Upon returning home you had dropped your bag at the door, kicked your shoes off and promptly fell forward onto your couch, falling quickly to sleep.

After a few hours though, the awkward way you fell overpowered the need for sleep, and you woke up stiff and unsure of the time. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself up. You stretched your hands above your head, and brought them down to rub your face. You took advantage of the burst of energy you now had, knowing it wouldn’t last long, and set about doing the laundry from your go bag, and heading for a decent shower.

Clean, dry and now in comfier clothes, you head back to the couch, find something to watch and order takeout for dinner. You had just finished the food when your phone buzzed.

Your stomach dropped. You almost didn’t want to look. The dread of a new case coming up and Garcia was calling you back in. But, reluctantly, you reached out for the phone, and let out a sigh of relief when you saw the message was from James.

James: Hey, me and Nat are going out tomorrow night. Would love for you to join if you’re free?

A smirk crossed your face.

You: Great timing. Would love to! Normal place?

James: Actually, we were thinking somewhere new. Been a few times, you’ll like it, promise ;) Will send you the address x

You had met James and Natasha not long after you’d moved to the area. After settling in, at home and work, you’d decided you should look into places that helped you… de-stress. You had a stressful job after all, and what better way to relax then to get back on the scene?

It had taken a little research, but you had found a few clubs around. Then on your free weekends, you’d sampled them out. It was just in the second club you’d met James and Natasha. You had been taking a walk around, just checking the place out and maybe sticking around some rooms to watch the couples or groups in there. They had been by the bar when you’d ordered a drink, and James came over, had complimented your dress, and pointed out he’d never seen you around before.

“Well, I’ve just moved here.” You smiled at the man. “So am scouring the local scene.”

He nodded. “Ah, well then welcome! I’m James, very nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, laughing a little with him. Then he pointed to a little table, where a pretty woman was sat watching the two of you. “And that over there is Natasha.”

You gave her a little wave, and she smiled at you as she sipped her own drink.

“And, if you like,” James continued. “We would be interested in showing you around.”

You had stayed with them for most of the night. The three of you made polite conversation while you finished your drinks, and they gave you a tour of the club. During said tour, they had quickly expressed their interest in having you join them some time. You had learned they the two of them were also in a romantic relationship, and while on the scene, James was dominant, while Natasha was a switch. They were looking for someone who would like to be a submissive to the both of them when Natasha was in a dom mind set. And given the fact they were both very attractive people, and you fell naturally into a submissive role, you too were interested in the proposal. You still wanted to get to know them a little more before agreeing, to which they agreed, so when their small tour was over, you had written down your number, and let them get on with their plans for the evening.

You got a text from Natasha the next day, asking if you were still interested, and if you’d want to meet up to discuss things further if you were. Texting back right away, they’d met you for lunch that same afternoon, and you’d talked more about limits, and set up some rules and boundaries. The main thing for them was that it wasn’t sex. You understood, they weren’t just BDSM partners, they were in a romantic relationship, and neither were comfortable with the other having sex with someone else. Oral and the use of toys were on the table, but no penetrative sex. Not having any issue with that, the conversation moved to your own limits. They had agreed with you on most of your hard limits, and took careful note of the soft. You’d gone over your sexual health, and had agreed to meet them for a proper scene the following Saturday.

It was pretty light compared to some of the stuff the three of you do know, but they hadn’t wanted to push you too much too soon. But it was amazing.

All that was about a year ago now. Your relationship to the couple only grew stronger in that time. You could trust them in a scene like no one else. And as the trust grew, you had been willing to try out new stuff for them. They acknowledged that you did still want to have sex, and so long as you let them know and got tested before you’d meet up with them again, they were okay with it. They always stayed with you afterwards in case you dropped, and they never got mad or upset if you got called in for a case last minute. They didn’t know exactly what you did for a job, just that you could get called away at a moment’s notice. Eventually, Natasha had even been submissive alongside you sometimes, with James in control of you both. So when James text you about a new place, it didn’t worry you in the slightest.

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They were both waiting outside for you. And from their posture alone, you could tell it was only you being the submissive one tonight. The though made you grin as you rushed over to them.

“Well don’t you look pretty.” Natasha put her hand under your chin. The gesture giving you that warm, dizzy feeling. The stress of the past week had been a lot, and you were more than ready for tonight. As a result, you slipped into a sub space pretty quick, and they could tell, as you leaned into Natasha’s touch.

James smirked. “Eager tonight, are we sweetheart?”

You just hummed and nodded, your hands reaching out to them both.

They lead you inside, and James took you to a small table in the corner. Natasha had gone to the bar, and grabbed the three of you a quick drink. Nothing alcoholic. James had strict rules about going into a scene sober. Natasha had drunk hers quickly, then left the table, telling you she was going to get the room ready. The glint in her eyes as she spoke made you giddy, and you wrapped your arms around James.

“What are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Well, we’re in room five.” He grinned at you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“And what happens in room five?”

“Depends on whether or not you behave.”

You faked a gasp. “I always behave!”

He just chuckled at you.

As you finished your drink, you set the glass on the table with the other two.

James rubbed your back. “How about you be a good girl, and take those back to the bar, hm? Then we can go find Nat.”

You bit down on your tongue at the pet name, and were quick to move, collecting the glasses carefully in your hands and making your way through the crowd. The bartender smiled at you as you put them down, and you turned back. Walking straight into someone as you did.

“Oh I’m-” The words stuck in your mouth and your stomach dropped, as you looked at the woman in front of you with wide eyes.

Emily.

Emily Prentiss.

Your literal actual boss. Eyes also wide in surprise.

You snapped your mouth shut. “I, erm… Hello.” You gave a nervous smile.

“Hey...” She said slowly.

“So… This is happening…” Your eyes wondered down her body, suddenly very awake of the tight, revealing black outfit she was wearing.

It looked good.

No! Stop it. She’s your boss.

…Your boss in a very well fitted outfit at a sex club!

“Apparently.” She said, her voice seemingly calmer than it was a second ago.

Your eyes snapped up to hers, realising you were staring at… not at her face. She smirked a little bit, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer. Any trace of shock or surprise had vanished from her face, and she was looking at you with a amused glint in her eyes.

“Umm… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here…”

“Don’t think there’s anything you’re supposed to say.” She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the drink in her hand.

She was acting so casual about this. Like you’d ran into her at the store.

How was she being so calm about this? So composed?

“You’re a dom?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. And you immediately smacked a hand over your mouth.

IDIOT!

She huffed a laugh. And you noticed the way her eyes quickly looked you up and down “You think I’d be anything else?”

You shrugged, dropping your hands. “I dunno!” You flapped your hands at her. “You’re my boss. I not supposed to think about that.”

She stared at you, and bit the tip of her tongue. “Not supposed to, hm? Not don’t?”

You blinked. “What?”

Her tongue ran across her lower lip, and her eyes bore into you. “You said you’re not supposed to think about it. Not that you don’t think about it. Just an interesting choice of words.” She lifted her shoulders slightly and gave you a smug look.

“I-” You found yourself speechless again. “I mean I…” You took a deep breath. “I have to go!” And you went to stomp passed her.

Of course you’d thought about it, had she seen herself? Can’t say you ever had the whole sleeping with your boss fantasy before you joined the team. But you couldn’t admit that!

“I have.” You froze. “For what it’s worth.” Spinning back on your heel, you looked back to see her shrug, taking another sip of her drink nonchalantly. She didn’t break eye contact.

Was she saying that she… No. There’s no way. She thought about you? Like that? Like this? No. She’s just in a dom space while she knows your in a sub space. She’s playing. Just taking control of an awkward- and potentially job-jeopardising- situation?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and your heart was hammering inside your chest, as you tried to figure out a response. She only smirked behind her glass as she waited.

Then two hands came down protectively on your shoulders.

“Everything okay here?” It was James.

You span around to see him looking at Emily.

“It’s fine, I promise!” You assured him, and he looked at you to check for any deception. “We just, um, know each other…” His body language shifted. Running into people you know from else where was something that was better sorted out sooner rather than later. You never had until now, and you certainly never expected it to be your boss if it did happen.

He gave Emily a quick look again, who was apparently unfazed by the man. She looked him up and down, before her gaze fell back to you.

James nodded at you. “Nat’s almost ready.”

“I’m right behind you.”

James gave your arms a quick squeeze, giving you a moment.

“Seems nice.” Emily said once he was out of ear shot, in a way that you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not.

“Yeah, he is. They both are.” You told her, though your mind was stuck on what she said a moment before.

“Both?” She raised an eyebrow, a tone of surprise to her voice.

You shifted a little bit, looking down. The team didn’t know about your sexuality. Not that you thought they’d think badly of it if they did, it just never seemed to come up at any point. And the longer it went that you didn’t tell them, it just seemed to be more awkward to bring up. “I, um, yeah… James and Natasha.” Taking a deep breath you looked back up to Emily. “I met them not long after I moved here. They were looking for a sub, I was looking for a new partner, so…” You trailed off, giving a small shrug.

She hummed. “You moved her over a year ago, why have we not run into each other before?”

That’s what she was taking away from that admission? “Um, well we normally go somewhere else.”

“Ah, well then.”

Silence fell over the two of you, and you didn’t really want to leave James and Natasha waiting any longer. You were her with them afterall.

“So, um,” You fiddled with the hem of your dress. “Do we just… pretend we never saw each other, or..?”

Her face dropped, only slightly, but you noticed. She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I want…” You averted your gaze.

You had always found Emily to be an attractive woman. Anyone who couldn’t see that was a fool. But she was your boss. Your boss in a job where you couldn’t let personal feeling get in the way. So you pushed your little crush aside and ignored it. Right now however, the way she held herself when James came over, and the way her eyes remained on you, and the fact she had admitted that she’d thought about you in this sort of environment…

So no, you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t see her. It’s not like either of you spoke about your sex life around the team, so that wouldn’t change, surely. But you could talk about this with her. Exploring this with her was what you really wanted, but you weren’t sure if that’s something you should admit to her. Like you already said, she was in a dom mind set right now, she could just be playing.

But you could play too.

At the thought of playing with her, you felt that dizzy feeling creep over you.

You looked at her in the eye, and given the once over she gave you, she could tell you were slipping back into a subspace.

“We’re gonna be in room five.”

She paused, as if waiting for you to take it back. When you didn’t, “Five huh?” She smiled at you.

The smile reassured you, and you bit your lip. “Yup. Door’s open. Y’know, if you’re interested.”

Then you turned and walked away from her, and to James who was waiting at your table for you. He raised his eyebrows at you as you approached and you just shrugged innocently. Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he placed a hand on the small of your back and lead you away.

“Thought you said you’d be behaving tonight?” He joked.

As much as you would love to talk more with Emily about everything, you were James’s and Natasha’s tonight. So, you shifted your thoughts back to them. You focused on the feeling of his hand on you, and thought about whatever it was him and Natasha had in store for you.

James however, looked back, and caught Emily with her eyes still on you. Drinking her drink a little faster.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #own fic

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howdyrowdypartner · 7 months

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A preview from the yet untitled Roy x Jamie Spanish Sun Fic!!

The sun is setting over Roquetas de Mar, and Jamie buries his toes deeper into the sand. Playa Serena is anything but what it’s namesake suggests at this time of day, bustling with people soaking up the final rays of the night, but here and now and in this moment, all Jamie allows himself to focus on us the swirl of pink and orange reflecting across some of the finest water Spain has to offer.

He likes it here, mostly; away from the glamour of Barcelona or Madrid, a quieter town yawning wide across the southern coast, just passed the sea of plastic, a gem tucked in each night and awoken each morning by the kiss of the sea.

Although there are fewer tourists here than Ibiza, Mallorca, Marbella, they’re here regardless. In this smaller, cheaper city, he sees more people who remind him of he and his mum: working class people whose perpetually stressed faces melt into something softer in the heat of the Spanish sun. A pang of guilt tugs at him as it does so often, the idea he’d given up a secure life not only for himself but that also would have meant Mummy never had to work another day, but Georgie’s voice in his head shuts it down quickly. “Follow your bliss, baby,” she’d said, and while he doesn’t know if that’s what this is, for the first time in a very long time, something like peace settles under Jamie’s skin.

Somehow, after all of the blood, sweat and tears, years of his life devoted only to the altar of Football, leaving the Prem had turned out to be one of the easiest things he’s ever done. Coming here, slowing down - for the first time in a long time, Jamie’s not constantly looking over his shoulder, doesn’t have to duck from a boot being thrown at his face. For the first time in a long time, Jamie doesn’t have to run. He doesn’t have to be Jamie fucking Tartt - here, he gets to be Jay, the cute bartender who will flirt with you as he sets down your third round of sangria.

The sun is setting over Roquetas, and Jamie smiles.

#own fic #jamie tartt #roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #roy x jamie #royjamie #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #jamie x roy #roy/jamie #jamie/roy #mine #untitled Spanish sun fic

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sandorara · 1 month

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Choices we make gpose project - Chapter 3

Continuing my new pet project of gposing my own fic to reconnect with it. In chapter 3 we deal with the consequences of Feo Ul's little experiment.

The work can be read here and WILL be continued soon. The next chapter is in progress.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #g'raha tia #wolgraha #wolship #gyozrhunraha #my gpose #own fic #choices we make

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ilgaksu · 3 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi & Zhang Qiling Characters: Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi (DMBJ Series) Additional Tags: Character Study, Established Hei Xia Zi/Xie Yuchen, The Iron Triangle | Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling, Immortality, Amnesia, The Lord of the Rings References Summary:

“Okay,” Hei Xiazi says. “Okay. So. Respectfully, what the fuck are you doing here?”

for @heliological

#own fic #dmbj #fandom trumps hate 2023 #this was such a lovely project brief

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milkyetoile · 3 days

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"Bulbian church pretenders" for WIP Wednesday?

Thank you so much for this ask! I'm sorry I am weeks late in answering. I hyperfixated on Fantasy High and caught up to the latest season in a few weeks oops

Anyway, here's a snippet of what I managed to write. Set some time during the timeskip before the Battle of Pangranos.

“Have you just been here since I left?” Colin asked, pulling him from his thoughts again. The knight was visibly worried, which was predictable. Some time into their acquaintance, Colin’s wariness of him turned into concern. Raphaniel wondered how much of that was genuine and how much was borne in an attempt to make up for the loss of a similar supportive relationship with Delissandro. Colin was clearly someone who needed to have someone to follow and care for. Well, that was the Thane's loss for assuming his loyalty by default. Delissandro was truly ambitious, but he relied too much on his heart to be manipulative enough to achieve his goals. He was lucky that Karna held affections for him. She was much more efficient in that regard. “Don’t you worry yourself, my boy,” Raphaniel assured with a smile. “I have been out and about, completing my duties and eating regularly.” Colin appeared disbelieving. “That’s not what I heard from Lapin.” Raphaniel’s grip on his quill tightened, snapping it in half. “Is that so?” “Yes,” Colin answered warily, clearly seeing the quill and graciously avoiding mentioning it. “A couple of other people confirmed it.” Raphaniel took a deep breath and carefully discarded the broken quill to the side of his scroll. “You’re certainly quick to believe that rabbit over this old man, Colin,” he commented in an even tone. “Only when it comes to your own health, Raphaniel,” Colin pointed out dryly. “As you said, you’re old. I’ve seen you forget to change clothes in a week. I had to bathe you and wash your soiled clothing.” “I have more things to worry about than clothing.”

Can you tell how excited I am to put my fave Calorum characters in one place? How convenient that they're connected by their service to the Bulbian church 😌

#wip wednesday #wips #own fic

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felixschokehold · 11 months

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I found this writing of mine from February, inspired by this post. Of course, this is an AU where Twilight vampires sleep. You can find this on AO3 as well!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK.

You had woken up hours before him and were thankful your room was facing East. You loved watching the sun rise as your mate, Felix, slept.

His mild snores were the only sound in the room as the sun shone through the large window. When the angle was just right, his skin and the sun would create the most beautiful prisms of rainbows and light that would slowly dance across the room as the sun traveled through the sky.

You sat up against the headboard, taking in the sight of Felix’s large, muscular arms wrapped around his mound of pillows. He enjoyed sleeping on his stomach, and you could see the muscles in his back contract whenever he shifted in his sleep. His black hair stuck out every which way and you couldn’t help but to reach out and run your hand through it.

Felix inhaled deeply, his dark ruby eyes fluttering awake at your touch. When he saw you he smiled into his pillows and yawned. “Good morning, my love.” He murmured sleepily. He grabbed his pillows and threw them to the foot of the bed and crawled to you. “My dreams missed you.” He buried his face in your lap and wrapped his arms around you. A small grumble left his mouth as he briefly stretched before relaxing onto you.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, petting his soft hair with one hand and rubbing his smooth, firm shoulders with the other hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you, my sweet.”

He smiled and nuzzled his face against you, peeking up with one eye. “I have woken up to you every day for over a hundred years, agapi mou.” You smiled, loving when he slipped into his native Greek. “And I will wake to you for thousands more. It will never be enough.”

You couldn’t help but to smile, feeling your chest swell with love. “I love you, my Felix.” You sighed, still petting his hair. “You will never know how much.” You hugged him close for a brief moment before he moved.

Felix rolled onto his back, rubbing an eye with one hand, the other still under your legs. “Come, let me hold you.” He turned his head to look at you expectantly. He waved his hand for you to hurry, flashing you a charming smile.

You wrinkled your nose at him playfully. “I wasn’t done holding you yet.” You pushed yourself away from the headboard and crawled to him, nestling yourself under his arm, resting your head on his chest.

“Well, you got to watch me wake up this morning, so I think it is only fair for me to hold you. An honest trade, isn’t it?” He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Hm.” You hummed softly, nuzzling your face against his chest. “I guess.” You teased, smiling wide.

Felix began to quietly sing his ancient Greek lullabies to you, his long fingers gently playing with your hair. He did this every time you woke earlier than him. He knew it would put you right back to sleep so he could have his own turn to watch you sleep and later wake up, groggy and smiling up at him.

You did not fight the feeling when sleep began to blanket your consciousness, smiling softly knowing you would have the privilege to wake up to him.

#felix volturi x reader #welp lmao #my fic #own fic #my one shot #own one shot #my post #own post #au where vampires can sleep #this kind of sucks but lmao hope you enjoy #felix volturi one shot

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saints-who-never-existed · 4 months

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#Because there'll be another chapter to come at some point soon!#But mainly because I just reread it myself and remain delighted with how it's progressing #Fic #Own Fic #Cheeky bit of self-promotion

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lattesqueeze · 6 months

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🗣️WIP RANT WIP RANT🗣️

I’d love to hear anything about your favorite WIP, or you can answer some of these prompts:

1. What’s the main ship and/or dynamic?

2. What inspired you? Convo with a mutual, music, etc.

3. How long have you been working on this project?

4. What’s your favorite line you’ve written/planned so far?

5. What concept came to you first, the plot or the characters?

6. What are you finding challenging about this WIP?

THANK YOU OML 🫶🏻

My current favourite wip is very little more than a concept at the moment, which is a Lestappen fic (no surprises lol) that I think was inspired by a tweet or a tumblr post. The secondary inspiration that solidified the concept/plot was the recent press conference when our Charlie was high out of his mind on painkillers and kept giggling and chatting with Max.

It stems from them being much younger and still karting, and one thing leads to another and they kiss. And promptly never speak of it again. Buuuut they both think of it all the time. As they grow up, they encounter some deja vu and find themselves kissing again and, shock!, it’s just as good as they remembered and more.

(Answering about this actually helped me formulate a lot of the background plot so thank you!!)

HOWEVER I also want an excuse to post this excerpt from a separate Landoscar wip, just bc I like it :’) I’ll put it under a cut so it doesn’t clog anyone’s dash!

Ten!

Shit. Lando shoved his way out of the kitchen he had found himself in, scanning every face for the soft cheekbones or warm brown eyes he had come to recognise.

Nine!

A girl Lando had definitely hooked up with before caught his arm, and tried to pull him in another direction, but he brushed her off.

Eight! Seven! Six!

Lando set his half-finished drink down and rubbed at his eyes. He was determined not to let Oscar go into 2023 alone among strangers. He just had to find him first.

Five!

Oscar wasn’t in the bathroom, or the one bedroom Lando hazarded a peek into.

Four!

One job, Lando. One job. Keep Oscar safe while showing him a good time. And, somehow, he had managed to lose him at the most crucial time of the party.

Three!

Lando burst out of the apartment and onto the balcony, where only a few partygoers were stood. The night was cool, but not unbearable, though Lando shivered a little as he stepped outside.

Two!

There he was. Thank God. Lando spied the sandy blond wave of hair and crisp white shirt, stood right by the railing, gazing out over the city. He rushed over to Oscar, and put his hand on his arm, making Oscar jump.

One!

The crowd around them erupted into cheers, popping open champagne and kissing their other halves. Without thinking twice, Lando grabbed Oscar by the back of the neck and kissed him, hard. He felt Oscar tense up for just a moment - just long enough for him to panic and regret the risky manoeuvre. But, milliseconds later, Oscar’s hands found their way to Lando’s waist, and he was kissing him back. The fireworks exploding across the city around them echoed the fireworks in Lando’s mind. When they finally broke apart to breathe, Lando grinned dopily at Oscar.

“Happy New Year, new teamie.” Lando said, almost into Oscar’s mouth, before kissing him again.

#thank you so so much for the ask #didn’t really answer the prompts very well sorry!!!!#just here to ramble #I dunno how interested anyone is so like I don’t want to talk too much #but will happily rant about my beloved wips for ages #thank you and ilysm 🫶🏻#you are one of my most favourite writers of ever so any thoughts or feelings you have #would always be welcomed and appreciated #okay I’ll shush now THANK YOU AGAIN #friends #wanderingblindly #own fic

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