#them trying to talk it through but he’s still panicked so alex takes them on a walk

[cheriladycl01]

Against the clock - Pierre Gasly x Driver! Reader

Plot: You realize going into turn 12 of the Shanghai Circuit that your brakes aren't working that well. So what happens when they fully break going down the longest straight into a hairpin?

Credit to russellinatussle for the GIF

Y/N Radio: Y/N- Breaks are feeling loose Engineer- Copy that we are checking them now. Engineer- All seems fine, push it down the straight Y/N and you have a chance at a podium Y/N- And the car is okay? Engineer- Data says ...

Before anyone can react warning signals come all up around the car, your breaks had fully locked up and you were currently going over 200 mph down the straight of the Shanghai Circuit.

Y/N Radio: Y/N- Guys i cant do anything. I cant stop the car. I'm so sorry i...

And with that they heard and saw the crash of you skidding over the edging and your car flipping over into the bumpers. The sound of the crash was horrific and your engineer was panicked as he heard your grunt and whimper on impact.

Y/N Radio: Engineer- Y/N can you hear me? Are you okay? Engineer- Y/N Please are you okay? YN? Engineer- She's unresponsive! Horner in the Background- Keep trying to reach out to her while the medic gets there.

You were laying unresponsive in the car, half out of your seat and your head dangling down to the floor on your tilted car. However, the front half had snapped of and the engine was now leaking the racing fuel all down your suit. One spark from your car and you'd be toast.

Piastri Radio: Oscar- Was that Max or Y/N? Engineer- Y/N Oscar- Is she okay? It looks really bad! Engineer- Red Flag Oscar that's a Red Flag

You started to come too, you look around confused as to the position you were currently in. You grunted a strangled cry coming from you as you tried to move from the sheer pain coursing through your body. Tears come out your eyes in frustration of the situation.

You still couldn't breathe properly it was so labored and the balaclava and helmet weren't helping.

Gasly Radio: Pierre- Karel, is that Y/N in the Red Bull? Engineer- Red Flag Pierre Red Flag Pierre- Is it Y/N? Engineer- Come back to the pits Pierre- Fuck

You eventually had got yourself out of the car by crawling, under and around the halo. Someone reached in and helped grab you hand.

"Y/N are you okay?" the medic asks as he sat you upright on the floor and a shake of you head. You couldn't actually speak right now. Your hands shakily came up to try take your helmet off to help you breath better but your hands were numb and as your tried to peel the helmet off your hands refused to function.

"Help" you said in the quietest voice, what you didn't know what that there was a mic on the medic to pick up everything immediately to the ambulance that was on its way.

It was also going to the paddocks so everyone who could hear's hearts were currently breaking.

The medic pulled the helmet off her, the first thing he saw was the tears lining her face. But after inspecting further he could see red coming from the slit in her balaclava. He ripped it off the hair sticking to her wet and sweaty forehead.

Everyone could see from the pits and everyone was holding a breath as they watched a spaced out Y/N start to fall to the floor. Luckily the medic grabbed her in time holding her up. He inspected the place where her visor had cracked on her helmet and cut her across the cheek.

"Y/N Hey come on, wake up. Medic car is nearly here!" he says to you but your body had become dead weight.

In the pits each garage was as worried as the other.

In RedBull Max was beside himself, he saw you as a little sister and the fact that the crash was as bad as it was had him stood with Christian Horner rubbing his hands together. His headphones were around his neck.

In Mercedes, George and Lewis stood together talking, tears in George's eyes wondering if you were okay. Where you were close to Alex you would also hang out with George and you'd become close with him.

Next was the Ferrari Garage with both Carlos and Charles rewatching the crash with hands over their mouths, and similar vibes came from McLaren.

Pierre was sat down on the edge of his car, head in his hands while trying to listen to his engineer who came next to him.

"Tracks been cleared race is about to restart. Y/N has been taken to the nearest hospital"

"Okay" he says sadly getting back in the car.

All the fans could tell that everyone's minds were elsewhere, the reporters stuttering more as they continued commentating even through private live updates on you condition, and the mechanics were constantly checking their phones.

The race had finished and Pierre had come P4 just wanting the race to be over. Max had come P1 with Lando close behind him and George in P3.

He didn't wait around for the podiums, he went straight to you in the hospital. He saw your parents stood outside the room, they had clearly been crying and you mother was shaking her head at the doctor thanking him. She turned to her husband and cried into his chest.

Pierre however didn't know if this was from sadness or relief.

"Erm hello" Pierre says politely, walking up to them sheepishly.

"Oh Pierre, come here" you mother said pulling him into a hug. He accepted having know your family for a very long time, and he'd only got closer to them since you had started dating.

"Is she okay?" Pierre asks looking over your mothers shoulder to double check.

"Yes, she will be I don't think she'll be racing in Miami but she'll be back for Imola. When they brought her here they thought it was a lot worse, but you know what she's like" she smiles.

"Can i see her please" he asks.

"Of course hun, we'll wait here"

He walks into your room, seeing you sat there doing tests with the doctor where he was shining a torch in you eyes to check your responses.

"Y/N?"

"Pierre! Oh I'm so glad you here! How did the race finish they refuse to tell me! Did Max win!" you ask sitting up straighter seeing your boyfriend.

"Red Bull through and through" he shakes his head chuckling at you coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What do you mean baby?"

"You dont care where you boyfriend ended up?" he laughs looking at you in shock before you slam your hand up to your mouth.

"Look, I'm gonna blame the pain meds they've put me on. That shit is fire" you exclaim looking at the doctor who is looking between you and Pierre who is trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Well, Max came P1, Lando came P2 and Lewis P3. I came behind Lewis in P4" he smiles, thinking that despite the circumstances this was his best drive of the season.

"God, I'm going to have to crash more if your getting P4!" you laugh and he looks up shocked shaking his head vigorously.

"No way. I never want you getting in a crash again ma cherie. We were all so worried" he answers, pulling you in a little placing a light kisses on your head.

"I love you, P but I'm really sleepy" you admit, the meds starting to take affect and make you drowsy.

"I love you too"

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#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 #formula one #formula one fanfiction #pierre gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n

[sukiipjs]

✮ I DONT WANT TO

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 866

↳ summary - nick coming over to help you not give into the urge of relapse. (short little thing 👽)

↳ contains - crying, much talk of self harm, depression, use of y/n, pet names (baby), idk

↳ song - candy by alex g

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my breath begins shaky, i sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, banging my head back against the wall. my hands cover my mouth as i try to catch my breath and be quiet as tears stream down my face.

i don’t know what’s happening, the urge is just getting stronger. two months clean, two months, i don’t want to start this over i’m doing so good.

i lean my head down, taking my hands off myself and gripping them into my hair. my knees are bent up by my chest. i try to keep the thoughts down but i know there’s a blade right beside me, so easy to just grab. but i’ll regret it tomorrow, it’s not worth it, i keep telling myself.

my shirts off, my left arm of healed scars out in view. new ones could come at any point, i’d be so easy to do, i’d be so worth it to do… i cry and cry, now banging my head into my knees trying to do anything but give in that bloody urge.

a light finally shines in my head, nick. call nick. i take my hands off me, leaning over to grab my phone… that sits next to that blade. i open my phone, quickly going to call nick, i bring my phone to the side of my face as it rings, waiting for him to answer.

he finally answers after i call him one or two more times, it’s almost midnight so i don’t blame him. “mm.. y/n, you good?” he groans, i hear his blankets shifting on the other side as i try to speak, my voice being caught, being weak. “i- nick- nick please come over,” i manage to get out words, my breaths are short and fast, i wipe my palm on my eyes, trying to swipe off some tears.

“what? why? are you okay? what’s wrong?” he sounds more alert now, more awake as he hears the tone of my voice. “just come over please- i need you okay,” i curl back into myself, knees to my chest, one of my arms wrapping around my legs and the other still holding my phone. “okay, uhm- i’ll be there soon okay? you’ll be okay, yeah?” i nod, though he can’t even see me.

“mhm,” i mumble out, i hear his sheets ruffle again, i assume he stands out of his bed, “here uh, i’ll call an uber and i’ll be out there as soon as i can okay? do you want me to stay on or?” i hear nick still walk around, “you can get off, ill- uh- i don’t know, i’ll see you soon?” i sniffle as nick asks if i’m sure again, but i say i’m fine, i can wait.

we get off and i stay on my bed, waiting for him as i continue crying into my palms. trying to breath, trying to distract myself, trying again, not to give into the urge.

after a few, i hear my door open and nick shout my name. i lift my head from my palms, wiping off my eyes. nick bursts into my room, seeing my crying and panicking on my bed, the blade right next to me on my bedside table. “y/n…” he says softly as he comes onto the bed next to me, quick to wrap his arms around me tightly.

“you’re okay… you’re okay” he say softly, his head resting in the crook of my neck as he slowly rocks me back and forth, one of his hands stroking through my hair. i hold myself onto him too, my head resting by his neck, tears dampening on his shirt.

he moves himself back so he can look at me, “what’s wrong baby…” he asks softly, his hand now on the side of my face, his thumb rubbing tears off my cheek. “i don’t know nick, i just- i don’t want to feel like this… i don’t know what’s happening… i thought i was getting better. i don’t want to nick, i don’t want to…” i cry out, pushing my head onto him again. “shh, you’re okay… i’m with you, i’ve got you. you’re doing the best you can, i know it” his hand brushing against my head, fingers ruffling through my hair more as his chin rests top on my head.

“i- i don’t want to.” my body shakes onto his, his arms squeeze onto me tighter. “you don’t have to okau? i’m here… i’m here for you…” he slowly leans us down, so we lay down on my bed. his arms still holding me as he gives my cheek a kiss before nuzzling his head onto my neck. “i love you so much and i’m here, you’re going to be okay and i’ll help you any way i can.”

i turn to my side, facing nick as i also hold onto him, “i know… and- i love you, i really really love you,” our foreheads press together, as i finally begin to catch my breath more with nick here. we move our bodys, my head beginning to rest on his chest as nick starts falling asleep already, me after him.

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[spicyclover]

Live Stream

Summary: You and Lando have been a thing for quite some time. After being friends for a year, you finally dared to ask Lando for an actual date. And that’s where everything starts. Rumours were heard but no confirmation, so they killed themselves until one LIVE with this idiot Charles. 

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Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Lando was an live. Talking loudly, cracking a laugh sometimes and most of the time raging at the game and his friends. You were in the bedroom next door, and he was annoying. This has been going on for at least two hours, and you have had enough. 

You wear shorts and one of his hoodies and head outside. Go, it was much quieter here. You take his car to the nearest drive-through and order some food for you to eat while walking the streets. 

Meanwhile, Lando was still gaming with Charles, George and Alex. All three of them trying to ruin Charles's games, as always. Making fun of Alex's noise and George's unknowable of the actual gaming world. 

Oh right! They are playing the Goat simulator. 

“FUCK off, screamed Charles for a hundred times as his game crashed once more.” 

“Oh, come on, Charles, buy yourself a real computer because you are ruining our game.” 

“Shut up, Lando!” 

“No, for real, it’s like the fifth time you made me crash because you couldn’t drive, and now because...

“Fuck off, go back to fuck Y/n and let me play.”

After this sentence, Charles went silent. Looking at his camera where his streamers were going wild after he had just said. Nobody dared to talk, and this only made things worst. Them being silent, with eyes and mouths open. 

If Lando could disappear under a rock right now, he’ll do it. Far far away from this computer and this life. It’s finally George who ends the awkward silence.

“Well, I gotta go, guys. See ya!”

Alex follows shortly after with a lame excuse for doing the laundry. Lando finally comes out of his trans and ends his life and game without a word, just closing everything. “Well, Y/n going to kill me, that’s for sure.”

Charles was the last one an live. Need help figuring out what to do. He just stays there looking at his black screen. He looks at the camera and makes an awkward sound before saying goodbye to everyone. Taking his head in his hands, he tries to find a logical escape from the bombshell he just dropped on you and Lando. 

He grabs his phone and dials the number of Lando. He tries several times but always ends up in the voicemail. “That’s bad, and that’s really bad... I’ve fucked up.”

You are utterly oblivious to the bombshell that just dropped on your head. While eating your Mcdonald's at sea, your phone starts blowing up.

Your Instagram, Twitter and even WhatsApp his on fire. You finally saw the name of Lando calling you, and you answered. 

“Hi, baby! What’s going on? My phone blowing up. What did you do?”

The other line stays silent for a while, thinking about what he might say to you. 

“Lando! Answer me!”

“Baby... we need to talk.”

“What happens?” 

“I can’t tell you on the phone. Come home, please.” 

“Okay, sure. But I am apprehensive now.” 

You go back to Lando’s house. Once you arrive, you see him waiting for you at the front door, looking shocked and scared simultaneously. 

You step out of the car, and he quickly takes your arm to make you enter, looking at both sides like a madman. 

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me.”

“Babe, sit down, please.” He said while taking your hands to the couch. “Charles may have exposed us.”

“What do you mean, might?”

“Well, we were on live playing and at some point, Charles’s game crashed and I...”

“Go to the point!” 

“Well, he might tell me to fuck off and fuck you.”

“Okay?”

“And I panicked, and I froze. Making everything worse...” 

You stay silent for a while, looking at him. 

“So... we’re out?”

“Yeah... I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t want it to happen, but...”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence and kissed him. You kiss him with passion. You’ve been waiting so long for him to make your relationship public you can’t find the words. You’re happy, very happy, because you won’t have to hide when you accompany him to races. You won’t have to see all those girls flirting with him thinking he’s single.

“You’re not mad?” He asks, confused.

“No. I actually would kiss Charles if he was here!” You said, pushing him into the couch to kiss him again. 

“I’m so confused...”He said taking off your top.“Yet, I certainly don’t mind.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #charles leclerc #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #fluff #livestream

[malex-crack]

"Season 4 didn't give anything for malex"

The stuff season 4 actually gave us

(This is a joke btw) this is long af too. Be prepared

Malex dating for six months.

A malex sneak peak

Michael moves in with alex

Malex being domestic af

Alex opening up to Michael about the miniature gazebo(paralleling Michael showing Alex his console s1

Michael cheesy flirt

Them hooking up on the couch( even tho it was cut it happened)

Domestically talking about work

Michael trying to fix the broken garbage disposal for Alex.

Michael panicking that he screwed up and will lose Alex

Malex maturely communicating and working through Michael's nerves

"Hey, I can live without that gazebo. What I can't live without is you."

Holding hands

Malex post disaster worry scene

Malex brain storming together

Michael getting lost in Alex's brain rambling

Flirty Alex

"Like a piece of alien glass, I don't like being parted from my alien

"I hate being away from you too"

Michael noticing Alex's hurt

"Why don't you ask your pretty lookin fella to help out?" Sanders my lovely

Sanders helping Michael pull his head out his ass with Alex

Michael trusting Alex

"You Are My Home. And I trust you to take care of my dreams"

"Your dreams and your heart..always."

Malex heart eyes

Alex trusting their relationship can survive long distance

Michael making fucking necklace for them BOTH out of the first piece of alien glass he found.

Michael also trusting no matter how far apart they are, they will always find their way back to each other.

Kissy

Alex crying/emotional because he has to leave Michael for a while

Michael unpacked his bags and no longer running

Michael lowkey seemed like he was trying to distract himself with Alex being gone

"I have a boyfriend! And I'm kinda completely in love with him!"

" He's really important to my boyfriend "

"Your boyfriend is sick!"

Michael wants Alex while being sick

"Accio Alex"

Michael wanting to discuss the possibility of going to Oasis with Alex

Michael struggling with two paths. And both feeling like the right decision. Alex vs going home

The way you can see Michael going still when he finds out Alex is missing

Michael getting upset that Alex missing was kept from him.

Michael expecting Alex to reach out to him and not others

"You don't think I was thinking of Alex every second I was risking my life"

"You knew the man that I love-"

Liz comparing her feeling of losing Max to Michael possibly losing Alex. Knowing it's the same, and he would feel the same as she did.

Michael feeling guilty he lost focus of Alex and the home they're building together.

"What I have learned from Alex-"

Michael immediately recognizing the opening of "Would you Come Home"

Going over amazed and playing the song with Alex

Michael tearing up during the song.

"Alex would always make fun of me for carrying around this old map"

Michael's face realizing where Alex is.

Immediately going to try an rescue him

"Max, give me the rope. I have to go Alex needs me!"

More panic

" I have to help him! I wasn't paying attention! I wasn't listening!"

" I am the man who helps save the love of his brothers life"

" all I care about is getting Alex back"

" imma go get my boyfriend "

" the least I can do is jump into a sinkhole to save my soulmate"

Michael stressed about not being able to open the sinkhole

"After everything Alex and I have been through our love is losing out to a hole in the ground"

"But you know who's reaching back? Alex, to you. He's out there somewhere doing his damnest to reach you through M. Every bit is determined to be with you as you are with him. That's powerful. So the minute you wanna start giving up the faith, I'll keep it for the both of you" preach Kyle

Michael's small scene of holding his necklace staring at the sinkhole in a dating obviously thinking of Alex

"We'll find it, just like I'll find alex"

"It's my one shot to see Alex"

"I want to help my friend find the man that he loves"

Michael not hesitating to go into the portal even if he can't come back.

"Now we find Alex"

"My priority is Alex"

That whole reunion tackle. Michael put his whole body into that.

Michael's face when he sees its Alex

" At least kiss me before you bust my lip" along with Alex's happy smile

Michael's heavy relief and happy smile finding Alex

The whole next scene. The kiss, holding each other, " So happy you found me" "knew you had to be here somewhere" "I'm here, your here"

Michael pride in Alex making a makeshift alien trap

Michael following Alex when he goes to sit down. (It's just so cute to me)

"Our house"

Alex putting the blanket around them both, Michael rubbing Alex's thighs, Alex gripping Michael's arm then holding his hand.

"Kinda romantic isn't it?"

References to the drive in date 1x03 in such a light way. There's no bitterness or resentment just light hearted banter

Alex saying he spent his time dating dreaming it was about star crossed lovers and that Michael was doing the same

Michael opening up and feeling guilty about thinking about going home.

The communication!

Alex being understanding because he know Michael and understands that Michael's desire ans dream of Oasis doesn't mean he loves him any less. It's just a simple dream Michael's had since being a kid.

Alex saying he will never look away no matter where they are. " roswell, Oasis, I don't care if we are on other side of the universe. As long as we are looking at the same stars, I will never look away"

The double kiss

"So this movie. How does it end?" The reference 😭

" Michael Guerin will you marry me?"

Michael inhale, the shock and love all over his face

"I can't wait to see sanders in a tux." Them both laughing so happy. "Yes," kiss," yes, I am so in love with you it's embarrassing "

Michael literally crying during the proposal

Alex's small " I love you too."

Their old people kisses laying down

" Do I have to wait till the honeymoon?" Michael being a little shit

The worry and fear Michael has finding out Alex is dying. And the hand on his chest.

" five minutes ago I was imagining wedding vows-"

" I want to marry you."

Michael being upset but giving Alex their tiny blue world wedding

Alex's smile watching Bonnie and Dallas decorate

(Malex Wedding)sign

Michael and Alex holding hands prepared to get married

Despite what Michael and Alex have both been through together, the good and the bad Alex is happy with what they've had

" how about no. We're not getting married Alex, not until we can do right at home. My vow is to not let you die period"

Michael determination to let Alex die

Michael's little tap on Alex's shoulder to reassure him

"When did you become a plant daddy?" I'm sorry but Alex calling Michael daddy was not on my s4 bingo list but I fucking love it

"Me and sander don't grow prize winning sunflowers every year on sheer luck and sunshine, baby" Michael called Alex baby in return. Is it just me or did those names come naturally to them

Alex's smile

" ooo a long hot shower with the man you love" Michael's smirk, Alex's blush and cute scrunch

Michael carrying Alex into the Crashdown, being all husbandly

Michael's gentleness in his movements and his voice. Cupping Alex's cheek.

Michael's panic realizing how bad Alex is getting

"You refused to leave my side when I went chasing after Jones, I am returning the favor "

" my heart is about to explode. I am scared to death I am going to lose you today" meaning the thought of losing Alex making him feel like his heart is going to literally explode in dear.

Michael literally carrying Alex everywhere

Michael realizing Alex needs a minute to rest, and helps take care of him

About to flip shit crying because the portal closed

Michael immediately going to Alex when he calls and holds his hands.

"Do not talk about my fiance like that"

" I should've never refused to marrying because all I've wanted my entire life was to make you happy and I wanted to build a home together "

Alex talking Michael down and calming him, helping him realize he can get them out of there

That whole scene, holding each other's hands, the concern, gentleness, Michael rubbing Alex's chin randomly

"I wanna marry Alex more than anything" thank you Michael for saying this.

"Who wants to go to a wedding?" Michael's happy smile. The way he did not hesitat to say that

" wanna know how I knew it was time to ask Michael to move in with me? I listened to my heart"

"Maybe we should just elope?" Michael pre-wedding panic was absolutely adorable.

"Finally imbraced my destiny " aka belonging with Alex

That whole wedding speech. "The man that I love" "my husband"

Michael on stage in front of all their friends and family playing a song for Alex 😭😭

Michael's first look up and Alex's during the wedding is absolutely precious.

Them holding hands smiling so happily.

Watching them exchange rings and their happy smiles after

That kiss on stage in front of everyone

"I married my highschool sweetheart "

Them dancing and laughing together

" here I was thinking about the future, can't wait to sign my first check. Alex Guerin. I've never been much of a Manes man"

Them dancing in the background. Pressed up against each other so tightly

Honeymoon teases

" as a reminder the next chapter in your life will be written by you and Alex "

" Your destiny is with Alex "

Michael kissing Alex's hand in the truck, " Let's get the hell outta here"

Malex literally driving off into the night together

Season 4 missed Alex but completely understandable why he was not there. But this season killed me in the best way ever

#roswell new mexico #malex #michael guerin #alex manes #alex guerin

[witchersmistress]

Hot as Hades

Good evening my darlings!! Posting this before I go to bed, I do have an alternate version in mind so don't be surprised if this changes 🤣🤣

Trigger Warning: hot and dirty finger banging session

Word count: 4.5K

Rory’s POV

One hundred thousand dollars?!?! What in the actual fuck.. As I go to make my way towards Mr. Whiskey , I am stopped by a security guard. “Ma’am Mr. Stone would like to meet you in his office, this way”  I looked back at Mr. Whiskey, he was standing now, his tall muscular frame in a charcoal grey suit with a black tie. His face was still casted in shadows but I know he is staring at me. I caught Jill and Ed out of the corner of my eye, giving them a small wave as we moved through the crowd, down a dark hallway.

The guard moved to the far end calling for an elevator, the doors opened and we walked in. scanning a black matte key card, the elevator began to move. I twisted my long locks in my fingers. We go off and walked down the hall to an office that overlooked the bustling city of LA

“ He’ll be with you shortly” the guard said and closed the door. Pacing the luxurious space, I panicked. What the hell was I doing, what did I get myself into. Going down that rabbit hole as the door opened “I’m sorry to keep you waiting Ms. Harlowe” Mr. Whiskey spoke with a slight southern drawl. I stopped dead in the room and just waited, it couldn't be. There is no way. I heard the tell-tale clinking of ice in glasses and the sound of liquid pouring. He continued as his heavy footsteps drew closer “ We seem to have a problem now don't we…” trailing off as he drew closer, a hand with a crystal tumbler reached around my left side, taking the glass from him, i looked at his hand as he placed it on my side to direct me to the couch, there was a tattoo on his hand, what looks like a bird wing stretched crossed the tight skin on his hand… No, absolutely not. 

There is no way.. He directed me to the couch sitting on the couch across from me, his large thighs slightly open as he settled into his seat. Dragging my gaze up his body slowly, i've never seen  him, in anything but jeans and t-shirts, but here he is sitting in a charcoal grey suit with a white buttoned shirt with a few top buttons undone and his tie MIA. that tattooed hand caressed his face, starting at his nose and down to his chin, you can hear him scratch his beard, god i love that sound, this man should not have this effect on me, hell this man has had an effect on me long before now, but he does and i look into the blue eyes of none other than Logan Syverson…. “ Now don't we Rory” he took a sip of whiskey but left the glass hanging from his tattooed fingertips “What the hell were you thinking Darlin? Selling yourself at a sex club, i thought you were smarter than that, baby girl”

The shivers that run down my spine when he calls me baby girl, my panties were getting wetter by the second as he scolded me.  Setting down my glass on the glass coffee table “Well you are one to talk Sy or should i be calling you Alex Stone. You fucking own part of this damn sex club!!” I stood up, rounded the coffee table and stuck my finger in his face. “You do not get to lecture me about what I do, you are the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.” his face had no emotion, nothing in his eyes to tell me what he was feeling. A solid poker face, that rotten motherfucker. I spun on my heels to make a quick and clean getaway until an arm wrapped me around the waist, pulling me back and pinned me to the wall , his large body holding  me down rather quickly. My face pressed against the cool marble walls as he leaned in “Listen here baby girl” his southern drawl was thicker than usual “ I did you a favor, by winning that auction, you don't know what kind of men are in this club and what they would do to a girl like you.” I bucked my hips in protest in response trying to get out from underneath him. 

 That was a bad idea, the dimly lit fire that was in his eye glowed brighter, a growl slipped out before he could stop it, his pupils growing like saucers. Grinding his hips harder into me,I could feel his thick erection digging into my ass, “Do you see what you do to me? I've tried so hard for years to keep my distance, but you are just so goddamn infuriating” he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back forcing me to look at him “You’ve done it now, there is no way I’m letting you go”,  he captured my lips, in a fiery kiss. I tried resisting, but it was utterly pointless, I was melting under him, I was about to be putty in his hands and he knew it.

 He moved his hand from my hair down to my neck and squeezed, applying the pressures to the sides, gasping from the interaction, dragging my lips away from him in an attempt to catch my breath, he bit my bottom lip and tugged on it.  Snaking my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled myself closer, falling down the rabbit hole with each kiss I gave him. His left hand, abandoned its position on my hip, snaked down to grab mine, bringing it down to the hem of my dress and dragging both my hand and dress back up my body. I was going to explode if this man did not touch me soon.  With my dress bunched around my waist on one side, his deft fingers glided across my abdomen, occasionally raking them across my skin as he delved into the front of my lace underwear. Thank you Jill for insisting that these.

Pulling his lips away from mine as one of his fingers circled my aching clit. “This belongs to me, every touch, every flutter of that pretty pink pussy, every orgasm that has my name coming off your lips like a prayer is mine do you understand?”  my eyes rolled in the back of my head as he plunged a finger inside my cunt. He licked his bottom lip as he continued to play with me. “ I remember the first time I caught you masterbating, we were up at your family's lake house, I arrived late. Everyone else was out in the canoes, I was going to my room when I heard these same soft whimpers and whispers, you are giving me now. I followed the sound to find your bedroom door cracked, i opened it more to make sure you were ok and i found you, riding your vibrator, i should have backed away, but i couldn't, not after what i heard.” he nipped my earlobe and started pumping in and out faster, adding another finger and his thumb circling my clit, IM could feel the warm ach forming low in my belly and i was powerless to stop it as i rode his fingers.

I remember that day clearly, I remember feeling like I had eyes on me but when I turned there was no one there, I moved to my back and opened my legs and grabbed my vibrator and went back to it. In my mind I was giving Logan a show, one that he would never forget..

I felt him hum in my ear as he drew me back from the past “ You were thinking about it weren't you? I can tell you got wetter, but tell me, do you remember what you said? I want you to hear you say it” he loosened his grip, ever so slightly, allowing me air, before he cut it off again. Thinking back to that moment, i began to ride his hand harder, tightening my grip on his neck, a low whimper left my throat as i felt that warm ache building in a small fire but growing larger by the minute, “Sy” i pleaded “ I want to show you how good i could make you feel” he picked up the pace of his thumb on my clit. He nipped at the bit of exposed neck and shoulder that my dress offered him.

“Hmmm, what else baby girl” he picked up his pace even faster. “Do you want to hear all the dirty things I've wanted to do to you over the years? The countless times I've wanted to tan your hide for the outfits you wore." The burning fire low in my belly was getting higher and higher, “Logan please, let me come for you” I begged him, I couldn't hold on much longer. “Such a dirty girl for Daddy aint you darlin? I remember after hearing you call my name as you came, i had to go take a cold shower and have a release of my own, but seeing you after that, it took everything i had to not drag you to my bed and fuck you like you deserve.. You want to be my good girl now?? Come for me, i want to hear your scream echo off these office walls and feel your cunt suck my fingers in and wont let me go” 

that was all it took, and I couldn't hold it back anymore, i rode out my orgasm on his fingers as he continued to praise me, the hand that was holding my neck, fell away to my waist to keep my steady as my knees began to buckle, the intense feeling came back as another orgasm washed over me. “Logan, please i can’t take anymore i just can't” he gave a wicked smile as he withdrew his hand and licked the juices off his fingers. “You tasted better than i imagined” he fixed my dress, pulling off his suit coat and draping it over my shoulders, picking me up and depositing me on the couch with a glass of water, chugging it greedily, he picked up my feet and deposited them into his lap, he watched me before he pulled out his phone, as he tapped away on the screen, he muttered "fucking Walter" before he walked over to his private bathroom, washing his hands and face, he moved back towards me. The buzzing of an intercom scared me to death, putting a hand to my chest, I willed my heart to slow down but she was going a mile a minute.

"Mr. Stone your car is here" Sy pressed a red button on the intercom " Thank you Matthias, we'll be down in a minute" stepping away from the intercom. He came over and helped me to my feet, fixing my dress. We walked to the elevator and took it all the way down to the parking garage. We stepped off the elevator and moved to his car, his demeanor had changed, he wasnt the warm and soft Sy but the hard and cold one I knew well. I cocked a brow at him as his driver opened my door for me. He barely looked at me " Please see that Ms. Harlowe gets to her destination safely and is compt for the missing half hour of time" he turned to look at me as he extended a hand " Mrs. Harlowe it was indeed a pleasure to have you as my company this evening" I looked at him and I was mortified, of course what we just did, did not mean a damn thing to him "Mr. Stone thank you for the decent evening, I wish you well" sitting in my spot and letting the driver shut the door behind me, I refused to look at that man or give him a second thought longer, as we pulled out of the garage, the tears I was holding back came streaming down and I was powerless to stop them as I watched the glowing lights of LA speed past me.

Sy's POV

Putting her in that car and sending her away was the cruelest thing I could have done to her. But it was for her safety, knowing that I'm letting the woman I've always wanted, drive away and into the night.

#henry cavill smut #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson #syverson x reader #syverson smut #syverson fanfiction

[player1064]

Sir Alex finding out and confronting Jamie would be hilarious. SAF showing up to what he thinks is just Jamie's home (we all know nobody denies SAF info when he's asking about the partner of one of his beloved players) but while he's giving the shovel talk, Gary wanders over since he's living with his partner. Would love to see SAF call Gary son and act like a slightly overprotective Scottish father to his not so wee lad 😉

(+ there was another anonymous request for sir alex finding out/giving a shovel talk... two birds one stone babeeeyy!)

ALSO bonus Mickey bc we were talking about him in the carraville discord earlier so he's on my mind today

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“Fuck. Jamie, fuck,” is the first thing Jamie hears when he picks up the phone. “Jamie, are you home right now?”

Jamie frowns, pulls his phone away from his face to double check the caller ID, then quickly says “Michael? What’s wrong, what do you need?”

There’s a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach; besides exchanging polite small talk at the couple of fixtures they face each other each season, Jamie’s not spoken to Mickey in years. So to get a call from him – obviously, his mind is going to jump to the worst conclusions.

“What?” Mickey says, still slightly breathless. “No, I’m fine. It’s, fuck, it’s the boss. He knows about you and Neville.”

He wants to ask Mickey how the fuck he knows about ‘him and Neville’, when he can count on one hand the only people who should know about them, but that seems like something to be dealt with after –

“Wha’d’you mean, the boss knows?” he says, looking around the room, panicked. Because he knows exactly what Mickey means, and it’s not something he needs his idiot boyfriend to overhear. “Your boss, Michael? That boss? The one who Ga – the one who Neville’s had lording over him since he were fuckin’ eleven? That boss?”

“Yes, that boss, Jamie, obviously that boss. Look, he got your address off someone at Liverpool and then I think someone saw him drive off, but – it’s a fair drive, over to Liverpool, you’ve probably got time to –”

To flee the country? It sounds tempting, Jamie has no desire to have a conversation with Sir Alex fucking Ferguson, but there’s one teeny tiny flaw in the plan. “—Mickey,” he says, trying to sound gentle because he can acknowledge that it’s a little bit fucked that someone he used to call his best friend doesn’t know this, “I don’t live in Liverpool.”

The doorbell rings.

*

Alex Ferguson isn’t actually that tall, but he has this sort of presence that makes you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze. He stands in the hallway of Jamie’s house and he looks around, unimpressed.

“Carragher,” he greets.

“Fergie,” Jamie replies, taking a tiny bit of pleasure in the way his lips press together at the nickname. “Not sure Rafa’s gonna be too happy when he hears you’re showin’ up on my doorstep in the middle of season.”

“This is purely a social call, not anything he need concern himself with.”

Of course, he’s gonna be hearing about it, social call or no. Jamie can’t risk him hearing through the rumour mill that he’s been entertaining Alex Ferguson at his house.

“I’d hope so,” he snaps, “’cause I only do business stuff through me agents. And they know to respond to anything from Manchester United with a ‘fuck off’.”

 “How about you make us a cup of tea, Carragher?”

Jamie reluctantly leads him through to the kitchen and turns the kettle on. “Look,” he tries, “we both know why you’re here, so go on then. Tell me to leave your precious captain alone ‘n’ I’ll tell you to go fuck yerself, and we can call it a day.”

“I don’t know what stories you’ve been hearing, boy, but I’m not some imperious dictator. I have no interest in controlling my players’ private lives.”

Jamie snorts, because really? He’s heard plenty of ‘stories’ first hand that would suggest the contrary.

Sir Alex gives him a level stare, cool and detached. “I don’t, but you need to think of your career. You both do. This cannot get out.”

“This is the first you’re hearin’ of it in three years, so.”

They have been so careful. Not like they’ve got any other choice, is it? Three years, and the only person he’s told is Stevie. Same for Gary, only his parents and Scholes know. Not even fucking Philip does.

The question remains of how the fuck anyone at United found out, but he can’t even think about that right now.

He hears footsteps coming down the stairs, and just barely manages not to drop his head to the counter in frustration.

Gary shuffles into the kitchen in his pyjamas, sleep-ruffled and squinting at Jamie.

“Jamie?” he croaks. “Thought I heard doorbell, what –” he must suddenly gain some awareness of his surroundings, because his eyes go wide and he cuts himself off with a hum.

“Jamie,” he starts again, slowly, “please tell me I’m out me mind from the painkillers.”

“Sorry, lad,” Jamie says gently, ushering Gary into a seat before he realises that his meds aren’t miracle workers and his ankle gives up on him, “think this’d be my nightmare, not yours.”

“Fuck,” Gary mutters. He turns to Ferguson, eyebrows drawn together, and says “Boss, I’m so sorry I didn’t – I thought, if we were careful we – but I know, I know it’ll be bad for the club if it – so I can –“ he gulps, darts his eyes to Jamie for just a second, “I can call it. Obviously, I can – I can call it.”

The last part comes out more as a sob, and Jamie wonders if maybe this could’ve waited a week or so for when Gary’s sprained ankle is healed and he’s not high on painkillers. He’d wrap his arms around him, but he can’t, not in front of fucking Ferguson.

Maybe it hurts, just a bit, that Gary’s so willing to drop him at Sir Alex’s command. But he does get it. And again, he knows (hopes) that if Gary weren’t high as a kite this whole conversation would be going a lot differently.

“Like fuck you’re callin’ it,” he bites out.

“Nobody’s calling anything,” says Ferguson. “Gary. Son. Nobody’s calling anything, okay? It’s fine. This is fine. I trust you. And we can talk to people at the club, work out a strategy for if it ever does get out.”

Jamie clears his throat, looks pointedly at Gary’s ankle.

“When you’re well,” Ferguson adds, shooting a look at Jamie like stay out of this. “Obviously. Focus on getting well, first.”

Gary sniffs. “’course, boss.”

#thank u to both people who sent sir alex prompts dsfkjhsdgdsf! #took me a while bc I wasn't quite feeling the vibe. but then something clicked today idk #carraville #drabbles

[whchenlvr]

HI ELLE!!! First of all, happy new year bb! Second of all, THANK YOU SM FOR KEEPING THIS FANDOM ALIVE! Thirdly, can I request for the boys finding out the reader has a crush on them when they accidentally read their diary?

omg NO THANK YOU GUYS FOR KEEPING ME ACTIVE!! happy new year <3

when he accidentally discovers your crush ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ he seriously didn’t mean to sneak a peak at your notebook after you excuse yourself to the restroom. it just fell. face up. open. total accident

➤ but when he does see his name scribbled in the margin beside your notes, surrounded by little hearts, he can’t fight the smile pulling at his lips

➤ when you get back, he hands your notebook to you, face blank as if he isn’t kicking his legs and giggling on the inside

➤ you’re instantly panicking, wondering if he saw it, but gray tries his best to keep his cool and you try your best to do the same. just wait until class ends...

ben park

➤ “hey ben, do you mind watching my stuff? i’ll be back!” worst mistake, or best?

➤ ben would legitimately take his job seriously, especially since he doesn’t know you well, and he didn’t want to invalidate your privacy by going through your things without your permission. 

➤ however, when he notices a familiar slip of pink paper sticking out of one of your books, he can’t help but open it. as he assumed, it was the note he’d slipped you one day. it was the answer to a question you were struggling to answer after being called on by the teacher

➤ the fact that you still had it sent a spark of confusion through ben, but that confusion slowly fluttered into something else when he flipped the sticky note over and saw “3/12 — BEN TALKED TO ME TODAY ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ !!”

alex go

➤ he didn’t intentionally go through your things! okay, he did. he definitely did. but it was for a good cause! okay, no it wasn’t, but don’t tell alex that

➤ you were the smartest student in 1-8, and alex and ben were struggling to solve one of the questions on their assignment

➤ you’d given them permission to borrow notes from the blue folder before leaving the class to get some water, but when alex saw how much was in that folder, he decided to grab the bound notebook off of your desk

➤ he wasn’t expecting to find little blurbs you’d written throughout the semester about how pretty he looked, or how nice his laugh was. he didn’t show those to ben, even when his best friend asked what made him so red

gerard jin

➤ you and gerard never actually spoke, but he often saw you sitting with your back against one of the large trees outside of the school

➤ he was leaving with his friends one day when he caught sight of you leaving. he’d waved, and you avoided him

➤ gerard chose not to think too much about it, but he noticed something at the foot of the tree you always sit at and told his friends he’d catch up with them after recognizing it as the journal you always write in

➤ after picking it up, gerard opened it just to confirm that it did belong to you, and that’s when he sees the portraits. all of him, all from different days

donald na

➤ you’d always been interested in how basically one man can create and maintain the union, and though you didn’t have many fighting skills, you were intelligent and wanted to help keep the union afloat. plus, your father was an investor with quite a bit of money to his name.

➤ whatever you said about helping the union must have grabbed donald’s attention because you were invited to the next union head meeting. and that’s when you realized how attractive yeongdeungpo’s number one was.

➤ after the fifth or sixth meeting, you were considered an honorary member of the union. you felt comfortable leaving your books on the table to excuse yourself.

➤ donald had gotten an anonymous tip that you may be working with the competitors and decided to go through your book. your diary, donald realized, when he found some rather… unique drawings, along with an embarrassing confession letter. he chose to keep these funds to himself :)

jake ji

➤ in his defense, you are terrible at hiding things.

➤ he’d asked to borrow some of your notes from class, and you handed all your books over to him without a second thought. when you realized what you’d done, it was too late.

➤ jake would open the prettiest book first, and his eyes would widen. he’d slam the book, feeling guilty for invading your privacy, but he can’t stop himself from taking a second glimpse of the diary.

➤ when you come back, red in embarrassment, jake plays it off with a friendly smile, pretending he didn’t just read the love poems you wrote to him.

wolf keum

➤ wolf was your next-door neighbor, and your older sister (who had no idea what this strange purple-haired boy was capable of) forced him to walk you to and from school since you were the runt of your family.

➤ he’d be walking with you one day, keeping his hands in his pockets and his expression indifferent when you trip over a crack in the sidewalk and drop your books.

➤ you instantly panic due to the content of your diary, which landed wide open to a drawing you did of wolf with a little crown of hearts around his head.

➤ of course, wolf would pick it up for you and hand it over, hiding the shy sight of his lips tugging upward with the back of his hand.

jimmy bae

➤ bro is just snooping your room after you invite him over to work on a project you got paired up on together

➤ his eyes would fall on your diary, a cute little notebook tucked beneath your school notebooks, and jimmy can’t stop his curiosity

➤ when he flips it open to find his name written with a sly little heart beside it, reading how excited you were to finally be paired with your crush, he can’t help but blush a little

➤ when he heard you coming back, jimmy hides the diary and tries to sit as casually as possible (cross-legged and not subtle at all), but you find him too cute to mention how flustered he looks

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #weak hero manhwa #gray yeon #ben park #alex go #gerard jin #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum #jimmy bae

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

Headcanons for the bachelor's with a S/O who has wings? Idk, I'm just a wing fan rn lol.

Stardew Bachelors with a Winged S/O

Ooh, I love wings too. For this, I'm just going to assume it's normal but only a very small portion of the population have it (like 2%). Just to give a bit more variation other than everyone panicking, haha. Either way, I hope you like it!

Sam

He's obsessed. Constantly bombardes you with questions. Saw you fly once and nearly cried over the beauty of it. Probably wonders if he could get Harvey or Maru to put some of that wing DNA in him. Tried to get you to pick him up and fly with him, but it ended in you two crashing through the roof of the barn and landing in a pile of cow feces.

Elliott

He's very respectful of the whole wing thing. You must get a lot of questions, so he doesn't want to add to them. Can and will use you as inspiration for books and poems. You're also a great reference for describing what flying feels like. He likes to watch you fly around.

Sebastian

He's super proud of you, even though you had literally no say on if you got wings or not. He's tried convincing you to dye them all fancy colours for different events or to match. I imagine he's a lot lighter than Sam, so you can actually glide off the house roof with him in your arms and not break any bones.

Harvey

Like Elliott, he doesn't want to ask too many questions. But this man can't help himself. He's always wanted to be up in the air, and you don't even have to be surrounded by metal and engines to do it! He's very interested in the anatomy of it, and gives you detailed instructions on how to care for them (despite you already knowing).

Shane

Cares the least. He still thinks it's cool, but he's gotten used to it by then. Takes time to get expensive wing care products for you when you're too tired. Pierre's and Jojo wouldn't sell them, so whenever he's got a reason to go into the city he'll stop by and grab something. Wishes he could fly so much, but never mentions it.

Alex

Okay everyone, this is Alex we're talking about. He's gonna try and buff them up until you can't even fly anymore. Like a pair of pure muscle lumps on your back. He's very curious if he could possibly get himself wings and pesters Maru and Demetrius about it a lot. Tons, and I mean TONS, of curated food made especially for you to help keep those feathers nice and airy.

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Tada! I wish I could have wings so bad (っ- ‸ – ς). Hopefully this brings some comfort to a dead dream lol. Remember to drink water and get good amounts of sleep!

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv sam #sam stardew valley #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #sdv sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sdv harvey #harvey stardew valley #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #sdv alex #alex stardew valley #ieatsmallorphansnamedtom

[chaotic-super]

For Her Sake - Chapter 14

Read For Her Sake on AO3 here!

Lena takes a few staggered breaths. She’s running late and she knows it. The food is only half finished, she’s barely presentable and she’s panicking. Kara, Alex, Winn and Lori. Originally, she was just going to have the Danvers ladies over but after a detailed conversation over the complexities of nanobots and AI interfaces, she’s found Winn to be quite pleasant and decided to invite him along too.

It has nothing to do with the fact that if he comes along, she has a higher chance of speaking to Kara privately about just about anything, that’s what Lena tells herself anyway. She’s loving the times when she’s being given the chance to learn little titbits of information about the blonde. She’s much more fascinating than she gives herself credit for and Lena is getting slightly obsessed with listening to her talk.

She wanted to have everything ready for when they arrived so she could just serve the food right up and look all prepared and sexy but instead, she’s a rushing mess and she’s not looking as hot as she knows she can.

Since it’s just a casual dinner, she didn’t want to go too formal, something she’s definitely guilty of doing far more often than she should, so she’s settled for some comfy slacks and a knit sweater, a mixture of the more formal wear she feels comfortable in and also a softer look that will make her look a lot less harsh, soft even.

Normally, Lena would straighten her hair but she has no time since she got caught up with work stuff this afternoon and time got away from her so she’s just leaving it to sit around her shoulders in soft waves that make her look like the cuddliest person on Earth. She’s not particularly fond of the look herself but if it encourages Kara to hug her then it might just be worth it.

Everything is cooking, it’s just not ready yet and she’s not had much of a chance to start cleaning up the mess across her kitchen yet and so while she knows that realistically they aren’t going to judge her for it, she’s still nervous about it and it still makes her self-conscious so she’s practically running around the room and grabbing all of the trash to be thrown away and frantically running a cloth over every surface to try and clean up some of it before they get here.

Her shoulders sag and she sighs helplessly when there’s a knock at her door. She had already informed the security guards downstairs that she’s expecting guests and their names so they have been allowed to come right up without her having to be called to confirm that they are indeed allowed up to her apartment.

She brushes off her clothes that really aren’t getting any cleaner from her smacking at them through her nerves and heads for the door, pinning a smile on her face as she lets it swing open.

“Hey, come in, come in.” She urges, her strained smile changing to a genuine one when Lori darts forward and wraps her arms around her legs, her head pressing against her thigh. “Hello, Lori.”

“Hi, Lena!” She answers back with a cheeky smile that draws Lena closer, making her pick the little girl up before she’s even really aware of what she’s doing and why.

Kara steps around the pair with a cake tin in her hands which makes Lena roll her eyes. Of course, Kara would refuse to come empty-handed. She sets it aside on the counter nearby before heading back to Lena and wrapping her arms around her briefly and a little awkwardly because Lori is in her arms.

Lena holds her breath unconsciously throughout the very short hug, her entire focus on the way she can feel Kara’s ear pressed against the side of her head and the brush of their cheeks as she pulls back.

“Hi, thanks for having us. I brought dessert.” Kara mumbles with a smile.

Lori pouts. “No, Mama. We did.” She folds her arms across her chest and Kara just about melts at how adorable she looks so she pulls her phone out and quickly snaps a picture before she has a chance to drop the annoyed expression off her face.

She slips her phone back into her pocket right after and leans over to press her lips to the top of her daughter’s head. “You’re right, baby  We brought the dessert.”

As if it had never been there, Lori’s killer pout disappears and her arms unfold to wrap around Lena’s neck, her head dropping to her shoulder.

Lena clears her throat and takes a look out into the empty hallway. She closes the door in confusion. “Where are the others?”

“Oh, they’re running a little late, Winn got a flat just up the street so he got it parked and now Alex is yelling at him for being too stupid to change a tyre. We figured it was a better option to come and wait for them up here and pray that you don’t mind putting dinner off for a few extra minutes.” Kara explains, her face showing a whole lot of emotions when describing what happened, amusement being the main one, embarrassment taking second place.

“I see.” Lena nods, a little shocked because that was the opposite of what she was expecting to hear. “Well, dinner is running a little late anyway, I should actually go and check on it.”

Kara is relieved to hear that they aren’t messing up the night before it’s even begun, she would be forever humiliated if they couldn’t even do one evening without everything going wrong. “Here, let me help.”

Lena is about to tell Kara to sit down but before she can, Kara has already started checking on the food, stirring here and there and flipping where needed.

“I thought you said that you don’t know how to cook,” Lena smirks at Kara.

In response, Kara just shrugs. “Well, I might have been practising. I felt greatly unprepared to start at Reign and so I’ve been spending a lot of my free time watching weird cooking shows and reading recipes. I can now successfully stir a pot so I might not get your friend’s restaurant shut down with my terrible cooking skills after all.”

Lena shakes her head at Kara. “You’re too cute. You do realize that you’ll be given training on the job, don’t you? Nobody is going to expect you to just know what you’re doing right away with no prior experience.”

Kara looks down at the food on the stove, finding it to be easier to look at than Lena at this moment in time. “I just don’t want to let Sam down. She’s taking a massive chance on me and I don’t want her to regret it.”

Lena readjusts Lori on her hip, wincing when her hair accidentally gets caught on the zipper of Lori’s pink jacket. She reaches out and places a hand on Kara’s forearm, prompting her to look up at her. “You couldn’t let anyone down if you tried, Kara. I mean it, she’s super excited to work with you.”

“Really?” Kara asks incredulously.

Lena nods ecstatically. “Yes.” She leans in closer. “She told me not to tell you this because she finds it embarrassing but after your impromptu lunch date, she raved about you and talked about how excited she is to get the chance to work with you. Sam is apparently already threatening all of her chefs and staff to be nice to you because she doesn’t want you to be scared off by them.”

Lena can see Kara trying to fight off a smile and when she does give in and let her lips curl up, she only allows it to remain for a second before forcing her lips back down so she doesn’t give herself away but it’s too late and Lena has already seen it and pride is already blooming in her chest at making Kara feel better, no matter how temporary it may be because she has no doubt that by the time tomorrow rolls around she’ll be back to stress watching cooking TV shows.

Lena can see that the food is handled for now and that all she has to do is leave it and let it do its thing so she squeezes Lori gently. “Want to come and sit on the couch with me?”

Lori looks up at her with those big blue eyes that make her heart skip a beat momentarily and Lena just wants to cuddle her all day. “Yes please.” She answers, sweet as pie.

How could anyone resist that look? No one can, it’s impossible.

Kara follows the pair over to the couch with just one more glance at the pots to make sure they aren’t going to burn. She’s proud of the little bit she’s learnt and is quite embarrassed that it’s taken her until now to learn what most food looks like when it’s burning and at how little she actually knows, especially given that she’s managed to pick up on a few key things in just a matter of days, something she could have done at any time but didn’t and she has no excuse as to why other than that she always had someone else in her life that could cook or she got by without needing to cook proper food other than frozen meals but she doesn’t actually count that as cooking.

Lori sits between the two of them, a hand in each other theirs and her legs swinging over the edge of the couch. The motion grabs Kara’s attention and she freezes in panic and horror. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, Lena. We didn’t take our shoes off, you must think us to be awfully rude.”

It makes Lena want to laugh at the look on Kara’s face but knows that now probably isn’t the best time. “Kara, stop panicking, I don’t care at all but if you would feel more comfortable taking them off, go for it. I really don’t mind.”

Her words don’t seem to make Kara feel much better and it’s strange seeing such inner conflict on Kara’s face over something she considers to be trivial. She lets Kara decide what she’s going to do and when she does, she makes her choice with a nod and quick movements as she tugs off her little ankle boots that she has slipped over some loose, patterned pants. Once hers are off, she takes Lori’s off too, the sneakers with tiny soccer balls on them coming off with just a few tugs at the Velcro.

She gathers the four shoes up in her hands and makes a quick trip over to the door where Lena has a pile of her shoes messily left strewn across the floor. Looking at it now, she wishes she had tidied it up because it’s such a mess but Kara doesn’t seem to care, dropping the shoes down with a thud in a way that very much resembles how Lena’s shoes got in the state they are in.

“Better?” she asks once Kara has returned.

“Much. Alex and I were never allowed to wear shoes anywhere in the house that was carpeted and it’s kind of ingrained in me at this point that it’s not allowed. We don’t have to worry about that at home since it’s all hardwood floors so I haven’t thought about it in a while.”

Now it makes sense. Lena gets why Kara looked so panicked, there’s nothing like the reverberating instincts from childhood to mess a person up at random times in their adult life. “Well, I was never raised with any of those kinds of rules but I’ll keep it in mind to offer to take my shoes off in people’s homes in the future. I hadn’t realized that I could have been coming off as rude.”

Kara’s head shakes frantically. “I wasn’t trying to infer that you’re rude or that you should offer to do so at other people’s places.”

“I know but it’s times like these that I get to reflect and see the normal things people are raised to think about, things that most people get brought up knowing that I don’t. In a strange kind of way, it’s interesting to think about, especially when I think about whether or not I would be a different person today if I had been raised to ask about my shoes rather than raised to use the correct utensils at fancy restaurants.” Lena wraps her arm around Lori as she leans more into her side but keeps eye contact with Kara the whole time she’s speaking to her.

Kara looks between her and Lori, her eyes unreadable as she does so and then she tugs her phone out of her pocket. Lena’s not sure what she’s doing until the phone is turned to her so she can see the screen. “The picture I took earlier is super cute, shall I send it to you?”

Lena’s mouth goes dry at the sight of it. She had thought that the picture was just of Lori when Kara took it earlier but seeing it now, she can see Lori’s pout and her crossed arms but she can also see herself and the enamoured look she’s embodying. She can see the smile that she didn’t know made its way onto her face and the way her eyebrows suddenly look much less harsh than they do when she looks in the mirror, all curved where there is usually nothing but straight lines. It’s strange and it’s beautiful all at once and she loves the way she looks when she’s looking at Lori, there’s a tenderness there that she didn’t know she could inhabit and she wants nothing more than to look like that all the time except for when she’s threatening rich old white men that hate her purely for being a woman.

“Absolutely.”

Kara turns the phone back to herself so she can do just that and Lena has to resist the urge to grab her wrist to make her turn it back towards her so she can keep staring at it. There’s no way in hell that photo will stay on her phone either, that’s a photo that deserves to be framed.

“Both of you look so good in this picture.” Kara’s nose scrunches as she says it, truth dripping off the words.

“Would you mind if I made a copy for my desk at work?” Lena asks, coming to the conclusion that it’s probably not a good idea to just make copies of pictures with other people’s children in them and flaunt them where other people might see them.

Kara tilts her head, clearly deep in thought. “You want a picture of you and Lori for your desk?”

Lena looks down at Lori, who is grinning up at her since she heard what her mom just said. “I would, she’s one of my favourite people.”

Lori grins even wider if that were even possible. “You’re my favourite-est too.”

With her mouth dropped open and her head shaking, Kara scoots away from the pair of them, her arms folding in a fashion that shows exactly how Lori learned the pose she did earlier. “I see that I’m not wanted here.”

“No! Mama, we want you!” Lori chimes in, launching away from Lena just long enough to tug on Kara’s hand and pull her closer across the couch to them. Lori then falls back into the space at Lena’s side for her, still dragging Kara with her so they all end up squished together, Lena’s arm sitting on the back of the couch behind Kara’s shoulders. She wishes she had the confidence to tuck it around her but just inviting her here took enough of that.

They end up half-cuddling for a minute, both Kara and Lena are too afraid of saying anything and in case the moment is broken to say anything at all in fear of having to move away because if it weren’t for Lori, neither would be in this position.

Inevitably though, the moment is broken when they don’t want it to be because Lena’s phone starts ringing with an alarm. “That’s for the food, it should be pretty much done by now.”

Standing up and making her way over to the food, Lena sees that her timings are right and so she grabs a few plates so she can start plating the food up.

“Are you alright keeping an eye on Lori while I go and grab Alex and Winn?” Kara asks, already jamming her feet back into her boots.

“I…uh,” Lena hesitates, her gaze shifting to the girl left sitting on the couch, her mom’s phone gripped in her hands and a game set onto it for her to play, one that she’s now completely engrossed in playing. “Sure, if you’re ok with that? I can go and grab them if you want me to or I can call them?”

Kara just waves her off. They are terrible at answering their phones. I’ll just go and grab them; five bucks says they are just arguing and the tyre has been sorted by now anyway.”

Lena thinks over her odds. Surely nobody would just hang out in a parking lot arguing when they could be inside socialising with people they genuinely care about. “I’ll take that deal.”

“Awesome, back in a minute,” Kara calls out and blows a kiss to Lori, who completely ignores her, a fact that Kara clearly doesn’t give a single damn about.

-

The plates have been filled and Lena has even gone as far as to set them on the dining table she has never once used since she has lived here, one that she wouldn’t own if the place didn’t come furnished so she got it in as part of the package deal.

Lori, very kindly, helps her to set the forks out at each seat, more than happy to help Lena when asked, even If she did take her time putting the phone down, she gets up not ten seconds after she was asked to. Lena is glad she did because she doesn’t feel like it would be her place to push if she refused to but also doesn’t feel like she should just let her get away with it in case she accidentally sets a bad precedent.

Kara lets herself back in just as Lena hands Lori napkins to set at each place setting while she handles drinks. “Hey, I have them.”

“Just in time.” Lena greets them. “Lori was just helping set the table. Dinner is ready so feel free to grab a seat. Does anyone want a soda? I don’t have anything alcoholic, I’m afraid so we’ll have to make do with the boring stuff.”

Kara is the only person she’s been open with about her issues with alcohol so she feels the need to try and overcompensate somewhat for the fact that there’s none in the apartment, an irrational part of her telling her that they will judge her and assume the worst of her for it. Kara doesn’t anything away though.

“I’ll take a soda please, Lori too if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Lena grabs a few sodas and takes them over to the table, internally rejoicing when she sees that the space left open for her is between Kara and Lori once again, although she is at the head of the table, exactly where she doesn’t like sitting because it draws too much attention to her.

She grabbed one for Winn and Alex too even though neither of them actually answered her question, too busy stuffing their faces and arguing.

Kara leans close to her when she sits down. “You owe me five bucks. They were arguing about who did the most work on the tyre. It looked like they had finished a while ago but neither wanted to back down and even now, they’re being rude and continuing the ridiculous argument when they should be greeting the very nice lady that invited them to dinner.” Her voice grows harsh towards the end and the volume increases as she directs the words to them, telling them off in a very mother-like way.

Winn and Alex at least have the balls to look a little bit ashamed and Lena can work with that.

“Hi, Lena. Thank you for having us.” Winn greets her with a tiny wave and a smile.

Alex looks more reluctant to do so and it’s not hard to tell that the reason behind that is essentially just because she doesn’t like to be shown up or told what to do but she pushes through those feelings and swallows her pride. “Hi, boss. Thanks for dinner, it tastes awesome and sorry for being late. We had an important debate we had to settle.”

“Yes, well, that debate just cost me five bucks so I suggest you act really appreciative of the food.” Lena’s eyebrow quirks up at Alex, enjoying the way she squirms and tries to figure out what she’s talking about.

Lori taps her arm softly. “Lena?”

“Yes, darling?” The name slips out without it meaning to. it’s one she often finds herself using with Sam and Ruby but it’s been making its way over into this part of her life too, both Lori and Kara being subjected to it but neither of the pretty blue-eyed Danvers girls seem so mind, or at least aren’t displaying any kind of sign that they are uncomfortable with it.

“Can you make it smaller?” Lori asks pointing to the meat on her plate and Lena gathers quickly that what she wants is for her to cut it up for her because it’s too big and it makes her feel a little dumb that she hadn’t thought of that before and that she had to ask because of course a four-year-old needs a little bit of help.

Lena picks up Lori’s knife and fork and makes quick work of it. “Of course. Here you go.” She hands the fork to Lori so she can use it to stab up the food herself from there and during the whole process, she was so focused on helping the little one that she didn’t notice the way Kara was watching them with rapt attention, her little crush on the CEO growing exponentially with each interaction she witnesses between her and her daughter.

They fall into silence as they eat, the sound of forks scraping against plates filling the air between Kara’s hums as she tastes the food Lena has made, she certainly knows how to cook. For her, it’s a comfortable silence but for Lena, who is so far out of her comfort zone it’s crazy, the silence is filled with apprehension.

“This is so good, Lena,” Alex mutters and with it, the apprehension settles. “Seriously, this is amazing.”

“I agree,” Kara adds.

“Me too!” Lori grins, sauce around her mouth in a messy yet cute way.

“Me three.” Winn chimes in.

“Well, thank you.” Lena blushes. She’s glad they like it because she had to admit to Sam that she actually likes Kara in detail to get her to agree to hand over one of her personal recipes so she could impress the group. She’s only partially regretting that now. She’s glad the recipe is going down well but she’s also pretty terrified of the remarks Sam is bound to let slip in front of Kara and isn’t too happy that Kara will probably end up catching onto the fact that she has feelings for her.

With the way Kara feels the need to pay her back, her worst fear is that Kara will go along with her feelings out of some twisted feeling of obligation and she will end up dating Kara only to find out that Kara never actually felt the same way and she has been essentially forcing Kara into a relationship she doesn’t want.

In reality, she’s aware of the fact that Kara is an adult that can make her own choices and she probably wouldn’t actually do that because she has Lori to think about but that’s just another part of why her feelings are so messed up. There’s an innocent child involved, one that she actually really likes despite the fact that she’s never once really thought of herself as someone that likes kids or gets along with them.

In fact, until Lori, she never even considered the fact that one day she could want to be a mother, it’s something she’s just never thought about, but now she’s thinking. She’s thinking that maybe, just maybe, it could happen for her someday, that she could be open to it. She ignores the little voice in her mind that tells her that maybe she’s found it.

-

It’s late by the time they are ready to leave and Lena is surprised by how much she’s enjoyed herself. She honestly thought that she wouldn’t lose that mildly uncomfortable feeling in her stomach but as the night progresses, she finds that she’s ok. She’s having fun and she doesn’t mind having these people in her space all that much. That may, in part, be due to the fact that she knows she'll have the place back to herself tomorrow.

That doesn’t mean she wants to be rid of them though. Not by a long shot. She really likes having them here. She’s enjoyed catching up with Alex about things other than work, a topic that she’s not had the chance to deviate from when talking with her for a while because of its importance.

She’s also really enjoyed getting to know Winn more. Between yesterday and today, she can see why they keep him around. He’s a positive light in their lives with just enough about him to be grounded and intelligent. It’s impressive and she’s finding herself wanting to be his friend too. They even managed to get a good conversation in about different types of computer software and the latest issue of their shared favourite science magazine.

Lori has long since fallen asleep though because Lena put on a movie for her and it seems like this little girl is just completely incapable of getting all the way through one without falling asleep. Lena had offered to have her in the guest room so they don’t wake her up and Kara had readily agreed, lifting Lori up and letting Lena guide her to the right room, one where a massive king-sized bed sits in the centre of it, a stylish patterned bedspread across it.

It's late though, so late that it’s dark out and it’s no longer Saturday.

“We should leave you in peace, we’ve overtaken your apartment for longer than I’m sure you imagined us being here.” Kara leans her head back against the couch as she says it, the fatigue evident in her eyes.

“Not at all, I’ve had a really good night. Thank you all for coming.”

“Thanks for having us.” Winn retorts. “But Kara’s right, we’d better go. Hopefully, my spare tyre will get us back across town in one piece.”

Lena grimaces. “I forgot about that. Are you sure it’s safe?”

Winn shrugs. “I mean, it should be. Alex and I did a good job at getting it on so it should be fine. I just hope my spare doesn’t get flat too, I don’t have a spare for my spare.” He tries to joke but it falls flat.

“Maybe I should just drive you guys home, it wouldn’t be any trouble.” Lena is already mentally preparing herself to have to drive when Alex holds a hand up. “Place that butt back down, Luthor. We’ll be perfectly alright, right Kara?”

All eyes fall onto Kara, who has her head resting in her hand, her elbow perched on the arm of the couch and her eyes closed, her breath heavy as her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.

“I think we’ve lost her.” Winn snorts.

Alex huffs. “Lena, give her a shake so we can get out of your hair.”

Lena doesn’t do that, she doesn’t want to wake Kara up, especially when she’s obviously tired. “It’s ok. If you guys want to stay the night because it’s late, that’s fine. Lori is already asleep in the guest room and it would be a shame to wake her too.”

Winn shakes his head. “I appreciate the offer and any other time, I’d take you up on it because I hate driving in the dark but I promised to help an old college buddy out tomorrow morning and then we’re catching up over coffee so I have to be up early and I don’t want to wake you guys up.”

“I’m not staying either,” Alex declares. “You can keep the strays but If this is my chance to have the apartment to myself overnight, I’m most definitely taking it.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “That’s not a nice thing to call your sister and your niece.”

“You’re right, Kara is the only stray, Lori is a very fancy pedigree.”

“You’re insufferable. Get out and stop picking on your sister.” Lena stands up slowly so the couch doesn’t jolt and wake Kara up. Alex watches her, barely holding in her snort of laughter at the way Lena is acting.

Lena walks them to the door, elated that she’s getting to keep her two favourites of the bunch for the night, as creepy as that sounds. A tiny smile graces her lips as she watches Alex and Winn gather their things.

“Alex, I’ll drop Kara and Lori off in the morning. Want us to grab coffee and doughnuts on our way over?” Lena asks.

“Yes but don’t pretend you’re going to go and get doughnuts for any reason other than to flirt with my sister.”

Lena stops breathing.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You’re not the first person to become enthralled by her and honestly, I can see why. She’s annoying as hell but she’s the kindest, most genuine person you will ever meet and the size of her heart far outweighs all of the irritating things she does. Pretty much everyone falls in love with her or clamours to at least be her best friend. I can see which category you’re in already. I approve though, don’t worry.”

Alex reels off her speech like it’s nothing and Lena has no idea how to respond.

“And once again Alex chases away one of Kara’s prospective suitors.” Winn quips. “There’s only one you didn’t manage to scare off and we all know how that went.”

If Lena didn’t know what to say before, she certainly doesn’t after Winn’s last comment. “Right so, uh. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alex.”

Alex nods slowly. “Yeah.” She turns to head out the door before turning back. “She doesn’t know, she’s practically oblivious, I think you should ask her out though, I think she’d say yes.”

“I don’t think I can do that.”

“Just think about it.” Alex urges her. “Thanks again for having us. It’s been a really nice night.”

“Anytime,” Lena replies and she finds the word to hold more truth than she originally thought. She might not appreciate this little goodbye chat but other than that, the night has been fantastic and she would love to have the chance to do it again.

Alex takes one last look over at a still-sleeping Kara. “Look after her.”

“I will.”

The door closes softly and Lena looks around the place, never happier to see a mess because for once, her apartment actually feels lived in. This is the second time Kara’s been here and now, this place is starting to actually feel like somewhere she enjoys being. Maybe that’s because she’s got memories to treasure now.

Very quietly, she sets dirty dishes in the kitchen to be washed tomorrow and grabs all of the trash that’s lying around the place. All the while she’s kept one ear out just in case Lori wakes up because she’s sure that waking up in a place she doesn’t recognise would be scary for her the same way it would be for anyone to wake up somewhere that isn’t their own bed.

Only once everything is as clean as she’s going to get it for tonight because she’s also tired and she’s looking forward to flopping into bed, does she move towards Kara to wake her up.

She shakes her very lightly, her voice low as she tries to rouse her from her slumber. “Kara? Kara? Wake up.”

Kara wakes up slowly and her eyes are barely open. “Lena?”

“Hey, Winn has taken Alex home. You and Lori are staying here tonight. Come on, let’s get you to the guest room and I’ll grab you something to change into.”

Kara is tired enough that she doesn’t question it, she just nods and takes the hand that Lena offers to help her up.

Lena takes her back to the guest room, peeking in to see that Lori hasn’t moved an inch since she was placed tentatively on one side of the bed. “I’ll be right back with something for you to change into.”

Kara catches her hand as she is about to turn away. “Thank you, Lena. You’re my guardian angel.”

Lena’s eyes flutter closed as she’s pulled into the world’s most powerful hug. It’s filled with gratitude and kindness and regret and excitement and hope. Especially hope.

“You’re welcome.” Lena pats her back gently. “Now, let’s get you sorted before you fall asleep again.”

Lena flicks through her drawers in her room until she finds some sleep shorts and a baggy sweatshirt to hand over to Kara, one from her days at MIT. Kara takes them with a smile. “Goodnight, Lena.”

“Goodnight, Kara,” Lena replies, closing the door to the guest room behind her.

She sleeps well knowing who is under her roof.

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Quiet

It was about 3 a.m. and you were woken up by quiet murmurings coming from Alex, who had decided to host a late night twitter space. You couldn’t help but be a bit irritated that your sleep was interrupted, since you and he both knew that tomorrow was going to be a long day and you’d need all the rest you could get. It was perhaps a bit petty, but you decided to take some light revenge on Alex for waking you up.

You rolled over closer to him, and flung your arm across his lap, your hand resting on his thigh. You tapped a few times on his leg, just to let him know you were awake. He startled and looked down at you, thinking at first that you had just rolled over a bit in your sleep. He looked at you guiltily, mouthing an apology and lightly petting your hair. You nuzzled your head closer into his lap, closing your eyes in contentment for a few seconds. As Alex continued to joke around and answer questions from his fans, you let your hand creep slowly up his thigh, leaving goosebumps in its trail. Alex held in a gasp and looked down at you, panicked.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he mouthed at you, only to be met with a little smirk.

You lightly trailed your fingers even farther up his thigh, looking at him almost challengingly.

“Hold on guys, I have to go to the bathroom,” Alex said and then muted his space. He then looked at you a little bit shocked. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well… I was thinking that I could suck you off. If you can handle it without giving yourself away to your fans, that is.” You raised an eyebrow at him teasingly, you knew that this would come back to bite you later but you were having so much fun right now.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, surprised. “You are such a little shit, you know that?”

You laughed, still looking into his eyes. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“I can’t believe i’m doing this,” he muttered under his breath. “Fine, but you’re stopping the minute I tell you to,” he said sternly.

You smothered a grin and tugged on the waistband of his boxers, waiting for him to lift himself up a bit so you could pull them down. As Alex unmuted his stream and started talking again, you began to slowly stroke his dick, watching as it got harder. You looked up at him, seeing that he looked mostly unaffected aside from the blush that spread across his face. His fingers continued to tangle through your hair, almost as if giving you the ok to keep going. You adjusted your grip a little, jerking him off until he was dripping precum. You slid yourself into a more comfortable position near his legs, feeling nervous now that you were really about to do it. What if he moaned really loud and couldn’t cover it up? It would be a disaster and it would be all your fault.

You looked up at him, and it was as if he could sense your doubts. He smiled at you and used the hand in your hair to lead your face closer to his crotch. You let out a sigh and saw Alex’s dick twitch at the sensation of your breath. Feeling slightly more confident, you leaned in and dragged your tongue over the head. Alex slightly shivered but kept on speaking clearly, giving no hint that anything at all was happening. You licked another stripe up his dick, this time along the shaft all the way up the the head, twisting your tongue in a way that made him bite his lip to keep any sound from coming out.

It was when you finally opened your mouth and actually wrapped your lips around him that Alex slipped up. It was a small whimper, not obvious but definitely something that everybody listening heard. He covered it up with a small joke about having stomach pains because he was pregnant. Rolling your eyes at the old joke, you sucked a little harder and pulled back, dipping your tongue into his slit. He shuddered and gripped harder on your hair, the sting reminding you that he was really trying to hold back any noise he could make.

You held his hips down with your hands. you knew that eventually he wouldn’t be able to help himself and start thrusting into your mouth, and if everyone listening to the space heard you gagging it would not end well. You swallowed him down as far as you could without gagging, still teasing him with your tongue the whole time. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and noticed he’d was gritting his teeth, barely keeping in a shaky moan.

“Okay guys, I think I’m gonna have to end now, I feel like I might actually throw up,” he lied. He quickly pressed the end button the space and put his phone aside, focusing all his attention on you. “God, you’re such a slut for me,” he rasped out. “Couldn’t even wait until i was done to get me in your mouth, huh?”

You shivered at the slight degradation and the feeling of his hand tightening again in your hair, this time not to ground himself but to push himself deeper into your mouth. Now that there was no need to be quiet, you stopped holding down his hips, instead fisting your hands into the sheets beside his thighs. Tears started to well up in your eyes as he fucked your face, taking whatever he needed selfishly. You could feel him throbbing on your tongue and knew he was about to come. You swallowed around him as much as you could and he finally came with a shuddered gasp.

His grip on your hair loosened, turning back into a gentle petting. You got up to your knees and drank from a bottle of water on your bedside table. After soothing your throat you turned back to Alex.

“Was that okay?” you asked.

“It was perfect, baby. In fact, i think you deserve a reward.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth and you shivered at the sensation of it rubbing against your own. His hands slid lower down your hips, hooking on your shorts and panties on the way down.

Alex’s long fingers found their way in between your thighs, trailing along your slit. He laughed at what he felt there.

“Aw, you’re that wet just from sucking my dick? How cute.” He pressed a short peck against your lips, which were pouting at his teasing. If it was some random hookup you might have been offended, but you knew Alex actually found it hot that you could get so turned on just from giving him pleasure.

His fingers gently dragged back and forth, it felt like hours of teasing but in reality was probably about a minute. He finally took mercy on you and started circling around your clit. You let out a small sigh and rested your head on his shoulder. He moved his hand back again, this time teasing your entrance, sliding so close but never inside. You continued to let out shuddering breaths into the crook of his neck.

He finally plunged two fingers into your pussy, setting a quick pace that was almost brutal. You couldn’t keep in the moan when you felt his fingers curling inside you. His thumb brushed against your clit and you whimpered again.

“You’re so good for me,” he spoke out into the near silence of your bedroom. “So perfect.”

You bit into his neck as you came, drawing a whimper out of him. He gently removed his fingers from inside of you, making you sigh from the new feeling of emptiness.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down so that you were laying with your head on his chest. You spent a few minutes like that, basking in each other’s presence and sharing sweet nothings before your alarm started to ring. It was 5 a.m., already time to start your day.

“Fuck,” you groaned.

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16!!!!!!!

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

So, a little context. the premise of the fic is that Lena gets cold feet about Non Nocere, but is hurting so much that she makes a deal with J'onn's brother to give him his freedom if he erases all her memories of Kara Danvers. It would have a domino effect of her forgetting everyone else as well since she met them through Kara. She would retain her memories of Supergirl however. But with their relationship frosty at best, she moves back to Metropolis without anything (Kara) keeping her there.

Kara would only be able to talk to Lena as Supergirl due to the risk that she might dredge up the memories that J'onn's brother erased . Pretty much what happened to Alex when she erased her memories of Kara but with the caveat that Lena doesn't want to remember so it's even more dangerous for her. Lena does actually manage to have a happy life in Metropolis. She even gets a girlfriend. But there's something missing that keeps bothering her. Dreams that she can't remember very well, ones that has her waking up in tears. Anyway the scene in question has Kara acting as a bodyguard for Lena, she's perched atop the penthouse roof after there's a threat on Lena's life. Lena takes the protection very begrudgingly and she spends it having an evening in with her girlfriend while Kara can overhear everything.

“There is something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Tatsu said, peering at Lena over the rim of her wine glass. She flashed her a slightly coy half-smile, not quite meeting Lena’s gaze although not actively shying from it either.

“You didn’t intentionally wait for me to have a couple glasses of wine before asking me, did you?” Lena teased. “If so, you might want to hold off until I’ve had a few more.” She arched an eyebrow, tracing her index finger alongside the rim of her glass. 

“Am I that transparent?” Tatsu grinned toothily. “I meant to ask you when we first met, actually, but it slipped my mind… Somehow.” Her smile shrunk, became more secretive and her gaze flickered away. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” Lena murmured, trying to mask the blush rising in her cheeks by pouring herself another glass of wine. “Fire away.”

“Nothing earth-shattering,” Tatsu assured her, running a hand lazily through her hair, a habit of hers that Lena had grown quite fond of. “Why did you move back to Metropolis? It was so sudden,” she added quickly, sounding slightly panicked as if she regretted asking Lena in the first place. “It was,” Lena agreed. She pursed her lips, momentarily lost in thought “I shouldn’t have asked.” Tatsu reached out and gave Lena’s arm a squeeze. “No,” Lena said and let out a little puff of laughter. “It’s really nothing, I just feel a little foolish, is all. I had my own reasons for moving to National City in the first place.” “Okay,” Tatsu said carefully, her hand still wrapped gently around Lena’s forearm. “I was watching TV and Supergirl was on the news and I don’t know why but I just had this idea, this stupid idea that we could work together. That all the good I wanted to do, we could do together.” She smiled sheepishly, not quite able to meet Tatsu’s gaze. “After Lex, I thought that I could undo some of the damage he caused, put more good into the world. A Luthor and a Super working together…” She chuckled. “Maybe I expected too much from both of us…” “Why her?” Tatsu asked. “Why not save yourself the agony of packing and strike up a partnership with Superman? Truth, Justice and a stick up his butt,” she said and toasted him. “I told you it was stupid,” Lena said and shook her head, raising her glass halfheartedly along with her. “I don’t know… Maybe I thought she would be different. That she could look past me being a Luthor and see me for me. Regardless, I figured out that we work much better as the ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of associates.” “Her loss.” Tatsu gave her a shy kind of shrug but didn’t shy away from her gaze. “Because you are very good company.” “Now I know you’ve had too much,” Lena fired back, pretending to make a grab for the bottle but smiling while she did so. “And you didn’t make any friends while you were there?” Tatsu asked, looking far more at ease.

“I didn’t go there to make friends,” Lena said, grinning. “And you’ve been around me long enough to know that most people give me a wide berth”

“Present company excluded.”

“For whatever reason,” Lena fired back, grinning.“Honestly, I don’t know why I moved back… I just woke up one day and realized that nothing was keeping me there and it just made sense to come back here…”

#asks #supercorp snippet #I really do need to post more

[jmrothwell]

We Run Together (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Even under the deluge of rain Bobby could still smell it. This other boy was a wolf, just like he was. 

Different pack and yet, a vague familiarity that Bobby had never smelled before. 

His old pack was full of clashing things. Power dynamics that would never benefit him if he wanted to keep any semblance of a conscience. Personalities, full of obstinance and a reluctance to take orders, only bending under pressure or force. Smells that all reflected the same. 

The pack bond and togetherness he had been promised never came. No matter what Bobby did to try and earn it. 

So he finally left, damn the consequences.

And now encountering this pale thin boy, wet dark hair obscuring his vibrant panicked eyes, who looked one bad cold away from death, Bobby felt something he hadn't before. Something he would have sworn was the stuff of fiction. Somehow he knew, through the faint scent managing to waft through the rain. He and this boy could share a stronger bond than he had with anyone in his last pack.

Utterly preposterous. 

That wasn’t how scents worked. 

All the same, he wasn’t about to leave this kid out here alone. 

.

Time passed and Bobby was convinced it had been a fluke. A trick of the mind. At least he was until he smelled it intertwined with the scents of the two wolves Reggie had enthusiastically dragged over. 

The honest to god only reason he was even risking talking to them in the first place. He remembered what his old pack was like. Knew enough about Reggie’s through the few clues he’d accidentally dropped. Worried–dreaded–there’d come a day they’d be unexpectedly reunited. 

But just like with Reggie, that scent proved to be correct about Luke and Alex. Then eventually about Willie, too. 

It wasn’t a common smell and unfortunately one that easily faded over time. Or maybe it just readily mixed in and was overwhelmed by the scent of wolf like everything else eventually did. As far as Bobby was concerned, only the powerfully emotional spikes managed to break through and overpower that particular musk. 

.

The others had gone to bed hours ago. 

Bobby tried, honest to god, he had tried. But his mind wouldn’t shut up, neither would his wolf. 

He wondered if Alex would also be up worrying with him if Willie was feeling better. He’d pushed himself too far, really should have left after he told them about his brewing headache, but he was distracted. They all were, honestly. 

That damned scent was back and the crowd had been too much to find it. Even Reggie struggled to narrow it down. 

But that wasn’t what was keeping Bobby up now. He’s not even sure if the others had realized or even noticed what he had. 

The scent hadn’t been tied to a wolf. 

All these years he’d thought it was a wolf thing. He’d only ever smelled it off the small handful of wolves that made up his band. But tonight he’d smelled it surrounded by a crowd of people, no other wolves. 

Just him and his band looking for the mysterious scent that reminded him of family.

#We Run Together #Werewolf AU #julie and the phantoms

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 60: Camellia Station

SUNDAY - WINTER 14

When Achilles woke, Alex was gone, but he knew better than to worry. He slipped on a pair of socks and padded to the kitchen. No, Alex wasn’t the type to slip silently into the night without a goodbye, he was more likely to—ah yes. There it was. 

Alex, dressed in an old crewneck of Achilles’, standing at a sizzling stove, spatula in hand. 

The sight of Alex in his clothes, as chaste as their night had been, brought a small tickle to Achilles’ stomach, and after taking just a beat to admire the view, he called “Morning,” from the doorway. “Raiding my closet, I see. Just can’t help but rifle through my things, can you?” 

Alex (and Voltaire, who was waiting patiently at Alex’s feet) turned, a wide grin already plastered across his face. “It’s good stuff. Hey, by the way, you don’t have an apron.” 

“Why would I need an apron to boil an egg?” 

“I’m not wearing, like, one of your $500 sweaters am I?” 

“No, it was free. Got it at a signing years and years ago.”

“You’re not lying to me are you?” 

“It’s got a bookstore logo on the back, Al.” 

“I don’t know, don’t rich people sometimes pay a lot of money for things that look free.” 

God, how easy it was still to talk to him. Achilles gave a snort before disappearing back into the bedroom to change and brush his teeth. 

When he returned, Alex was setting two plates down on the table, each complete with pancakes, two fried eggs, and some hashbrowns. 

Achilles scooted his seat forward and gave the yolk a poke, letting it run into the potatoes. “Is making breakfast the morning after part of the Handbook as well?” 

Alex rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he poured Achilles a glass of milk. “I’m not supposed to kiss anyone until the third date, you really think my grandpa had instructions for ‘staying the night’ and ‘the morning after?’ I shouldn’t even be here.” 

“So you’re breaking the rules, huh?” 

“Only for you, Ash.” 

“No, no, don’t try to flatter me this time.” Achilles waved his fork at Alex who was now digging into his plate. “You broke them for Tanya, didn’t you?” 

“Huh?” 

Oh. Shit. 

“Ah. I…” Achilles sighed and set down his fork. “I must confess, I ran into you. Well, not ‘ran into’ because you didn’t see me, I suppose you could say I was snooping—”

“—How the turn tables—”

“—but I saw you and Tanya at the beginning of the season. When she dropped you off in the parking lot that morning.” 

Alex blinked several times, as if trying to remember the aforementioned events. Only after he swallowed a rather hefty bite of pancake did he exclaim, “Oh.” 

“I’m not mad,” Achilles hurried to say. “Or upset. Just to be clear. Not that I have any right to be mad, anyway. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“No, I… I was…” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” 

“No, I mean, if I’m honest, I guess I… almost kind of forgot about that.”

Huh. Well clearly it meant nothing, then. 

“She just asked me if I wanted to go to a concert after work, and one thing just… led to another, I guess, maybe I figured I’d… Actually. I don’t really know why I did it. I’m really sorry—”

“Yoba, don’t fucking apologize.” Achilles pinched his nose. “Al, you’re obviously allowed to date other people and…” Experiment? Fuck, what’s the right word… 

“After Spirit’s Eve, I had this… dream. About… you. And I just… well I panicked, a little. At the time, I just chalked it up to the alcohol and stuff, like we’ve all had weird dreams… but you know, looking back, maybe I… maybe I started liking you a lot earlier than I thought I did. Like, maybe my body had caught on before my brain or something… It’s not that I… hate that I’m… gay.” Alex frowned—his expression darkened for a second before he added firmly, “I’m not my grandpa.

“But I just… well. Like I said last night, I just didn’t believe I could have… feelings for another guy. Like outside of senior year of high school for like five minutes, the thought had never even crossed my mind. 

“And I think I just panicked, you know. Was confused for a day, there. And when she asked me out, I think a part of me was just desperate to prove to myself that I was… normal? No, I know, I know, that’s the wrong word, but I mean, I guess I just… I wanted to try and see if I could actually feel some way about a person—about a girl. I don’t know. I’m sorry. I did it because I just… didn’t know what I wanted. Or, thought I was supposed to want something that I didn’t actually want but wanted to test that out—that didn’t make sense, I don’t know. But it didn’t mean anything, shit, I’m sorry—” 

“You don’t have to apologize or explain yourself, Al.” Achilles bumped Alex’s foot from under the table. He sighed, lay his fork back next to his plate and shook his head. “You know, I sometimes forget how lucky I was… How easy I had it growing up. I never really questioned anything, I think I always just knew… And I never worried about how my parents would react. Everyone’s got their own journey, right? Don’t apologize for taking your time with yours.” 

*****

“Any plans for today? Or is it just getting ready for tonight?” 

Achilles sighed and tossed a clumsily re-folded napkin to the left of his empty plate. “Do I ever have plans these days? Might go for a run later, I’m feeling a bit antsy. Likely vicarious nervous energy…” 

“What have you got to be nervous about?” 

“Well nothing, really. That’s why it’s vicarious.” 

“Come on, Ash, you know I don’t know the meaning of any words with four or more syllables.” 

“Oh, it’s just like… hmm, like when you experience or feel something second hand, like through somebody else’s experiences. I know Elliott’s probably freaking the fuck out about his reading, and I’m also nervous specifically through him, if that makes sense?” 

“Huh.” Alex thoughtfully munched on his last bite of pancake. “So like, when I felt really excited watching you win second place at the Stardew Valley Fair last season, that was like, vicarious excitement?”  

“The Stardew Valley Fair? Fuck, was that really the last time I seemed excited about something?” Achilles stood and grabbed his and Alex’s empty plates. “But, yeah, that’s pretty much what vicarious means. Good job.” 

“Oh no, let me help you with the dishes—”

“It’s 7:45, shouldn’t you be heading to the bus?” 

“Dang, you’re a real party pooper, you know that?”   

“We’ve been friends for a year now, it’s your own fault if you weren’t aware. Come on, pip pip, Mr. Manager.” Achilles thwacked Alex’s shoulder on his way to the sink. “You can just keep the shirt.” 

*****

They stood on Achilles’ porch, an early morning Winter wind swirling the previous evening’s dust of snow. Alex was rolling on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets.

“I, um. Well I had a really good time. Last night. And this morning.” He gave Achilles a shy smile before looking quickly away at one of the dead bleeding heart bushes by the greenhouse (Shane had reassured him they would grow back in the Spring). 

“Likewise.” Achilles leaned against the doorframe, drying a plate with a dishtowel. “Let’s do it again sometime.” 

“I can’t tell if you’re messing with me—” 

“I mean, I am. I’m sorry, I’m being an asshole—it’s ‘cause you’re making me nervous, why are you hopping around like that—”

“What? You become an asshole when you’re nervous?” 

“Don’t you dare make the joke I know you’re about to make—” 

“No idea what you’re talking about—” 

“Right, mmhm.” Achilles slapped him lightly with the dish cloth. “Anyway, all that to say… I was messing with you, but I was also serious. I… had a good time, too. And would… genuinely like to do it again.” A beat. “Let me take you out tomorrow, unless that’s too soon?” 

Not even a beat. “Nope!” 

"I can pick you up from Orange Grove. Take you to dinner. Maybe catch a show, I saw Persephonopolis is in town, I’ve heard good things—actually, wait, do you like theater?” 

Alex, who had brightened immediately at Achilles’ offer, was quick to eagerly exclaim, “Yeah!” only to immediately deflate. He bit his lip, scratched the side of his nose. “Well, okay, actually, I don’t know. I’ve never seen a musical before. But I don’t see why I wouldn’t like one! I’m excited!”  

“You’ve never seen a musical?”  

“Nah, theater just always seemed like it was for… fancy people.” 

“Well, I suppose this is our time to be fancy people.” 

“You are a fancy people.” Alex glanced down at his collar. “Hmm, I haven’t worn a tie in awhile…”

“Ok, we don’t have to be that fancy—” 

“Might be fun though—” 

“Hey if you want to go all out, let’s go all out. Whatever you want. Now get off my porch, boyyo, you need to go.” 

Alex smiled. His cheeks were red, perhaps from the cold, perhaps from something else… “I… I really like you, Ash.” Achilles’ hands were full (you dumb bitch, why didn’t you leave the damn plate in the kitchen?), but Alex lightly traced the back of his palms before absentmindedly wrapping the corner of the dish towel around his forefinger. “Can I kiss you again?” 

Achilles couldn’t help but laugh—oh Alex. How could he be so unaware of the effect he had on him? Then again, he could just be being polite…

“Al.” He set the plate down on the porch swing and trailed his now-free fingers down Alex’s scarf. “I think it’s very sweet that you always ask. But you don’t have to anymore, the answer’s always going to be yes.” 

It was a small thing this time—light and quick, but even so, Achilles closed his eyes and savored the brief touch. 

“You really ought to go…” Achilles murmured, gently tightening Alex’s scarf. They had dallied long enough, Alex would probably have to run if he wanted to make it to the bus stop in time… “I’ll see you tonight?” 

“You know it.” 

After but the smallest hesitation, he hopped forward to kiss Achilles on the cheek. And then he was gone. 

*****

Achilles was in a daze. For nearly half an hour after Alex had sprinted off, he had continued to sit on his porch, despite the cold and the wind, warmed by his flush from the morning’s events. 

Did that really just happen? 

The past 12 hours or so… had they all really been… real? Surely this was all but a very good dream. 

“Meow!” 

Achilles patted his lap as the cat bounded up to join him. “What do you think of Alex, Voltaire? Do you like him?”

“Meow!” 

He smiled softly to himself, petting the purring cat. “I do, too.” 

Oh, but had they moved too fast? Should he have taken a step back, put on the brakes? Had he sabotaged this with his eagerness before it had even really had a chance to begin? Despite his joke the previous evening, Achilles didn’t often kiss on a first date, let alone invite his dates to stay the night. 

But those had usually been strangers—acquaintances, mutual friends at best. Surely this was different. He and Alex had been friends for practically a year. They hadn’t needed to spend time getting to know each other, or feel each other out. 

Don’t overthink this, bitch.

No, he had no regrets.

Alex’s reveal the night before had been a bit—well, more than a bit—of a surprise. Achilles had sat on the information some, long after Alex had fallen asleep, pondering the potential ramifications of Alex’s asexuality. Now Achilles hadn’t lied—disappointed, he was not—but he had always had an average enough libido (at least, before the antidepressants), and he’d be lying if he said the news hadn’t somewhat caught him off guard.

But that didn’t necessarily believe this made the two of them incompatible. Of that, Achilles was sure. Yes. He would be fine to wait—more than fine to take it slow. He would compromise, and perhaps there were things Alex would be willing to compromise on, too. They would talk more—what was Alex comfortable with, what would be enough for Achilles. Better define their limits, their wants, their needs. Communication, the foundation of every good relationship, right? And they’d always conversed well. Yes, this would be fine. Better than fine. 

Yoba, to even just touch him again, let alone kiss him. Both were enough for Achilles, and both Alex was more than eager to provide. Yes, he had no regrets. The memory of their dinner last night alone was enough to set a permanent smile on his face. 

He allowed himself an hour to digest both his thoughts and what had probably been the best breakfast he’d had since moving to the Valley before indeed going for a jog. But if he’d hoped the biting cold would clear his mind from the man at hand (you lovesick goon, you’ve got other things to worry about right now) he was sorely disappointed, for with every pound of his footsteps against the familiar beaten path through Cindersap, Achilles was brought back to the previous season, when he and Alex would run side by side. 

How had this happened? Truly—what were the chances that Alex, of all people, could have ever fallen in love with him? 

Speaking of which… in love! Those were the words Alex had used—and multiple times, at that. Perhaps Alex simply didn’t place the same weight to them as Achilles did, but even so, the thought thawed his wind beaten face with overwhelming warmth. 

Don’t get ahead of yourself… 

It was a shorter run but a longer shower than usual. After it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to think of anything else on the trail, he returned home after half an hour to sit in a cloud of lavender-scented steam for twice as long as his run had been. 

The bath seemed to have done the trick, though Alex was, of course, still lingering in his mind. The sight of the toothbrush Alex had borrowed sitting by the sink brought a small smile to his lips. But when he emerged from the bathroom, it was with a renewed sense of peace and focus that he hadn’t felt in many a week. 

Good. After all, he had business to attend to! 

*****

There was almost an hour to go before doors officially opened, but even so, Achilles found himself scurrying about the museum in his usual impatient way—arranging flowers, moving lamps, straightening the thirty chairs he’d had Gunther arrange ahead of time. 

He hoped thirty hadn’t been too generous an estimation. Surely most of the Stardew community would come out, even if it were more out of curiosity surrounding Elliott’s long-time-coming novel than genuine support for the writer. 

Achilles hadn’t had much to time to advertise, especially with the snowstorm. But he had made sure all villagers were aware at least, and had reached out to some local publishing contacts and had taken out a last minute ad in the local daily paper, promising a book reading and refreshments. Alex, bless his heart, had been more than happy to drop off some flyers at the Zuzu bookstores and coffee shops to help spread the word beyond. 

Taking a page out of Lewis’ festival book (though the thought made him shudder), he had pushed over one of the longer tables at the back of the library and draped it in a sapphire blue tablecloth. Emily was now helping him carefully lay out the catering he had ordered from the Stardrop Saloon earlier that day. 

He’d even managed to put together a little silent auction to benefit the museum—a couple pieces of art from Leah, a few of Gus’ homemade jams, some of Shane’s goat cheese. Haley was even offering up an hour long portrait session (though Achilles highly suspected Alex had perhaps manhandled her into it). The items had been lain neatly out across another table he’d pushed in between two bookshelves. Hopefully it wasn’t a fire hazard. 

Make the space cozier, he had thought to himself earlier when he’d been transforming the wide, labyrinthine space into something a little more intimate. Close the gaps, move the desks, bring up the bean bags. If only he could move the fireplace closer. Gunther, in addition to donating a few rare hardbacks, as well as a peculiar chicken statue, to the silent auction, had pretty much given him free reign to rearrange the room.

He better, after all I’ve done do liven this place up. Barely even had a book a year ago…

Not so anymore. Since Summer, the shelves had been heavy with the community’s surveyed selections and more. It had cost him quite a pretty penny (damn Lewis, where the hell were the tax dollars going?), but Achilles had no regrets. 

Amidst all his scurrying, Achilles allowed himself a minute to pause, weaving through the bookshelves to sidle up to Elliott, who had hidden himself away in the far corner of the adjoining room. The man, an unusually morose expression on his long face, looked without seeing through the darkened windows at the fresh flurries fluttering down outside.  

“How are you feeling?” 

“Oh…” Elliott declined the crab cake Achilles was offering with a wriggle of his fingers before burying his head in his hands, his mane of auburn hair slipping from behind his shoulder to conceal a pale face. “Sick.” 

“Oh.” No lengthy metaphors? No waxing poetic? Yikes. Elliott really must be feeling bad. 

“It’ll be great, man. You’ll be great.” Achilles patted him on the back, adding a bit of extra oomph in his tap against the burgundy velvet of Elliott’s sports jacket for reassurance. But the writer only turned an impressive shade of pea green. 

*****

Shane had been the first to arrive, to Achilles’ surprise. He had slinked in near noiselessly, and was halfway down the refreshments table, paper plate stacked with three hefty crab cakes and a poppyseed muffin, before Achilles, who’d been jotting his name down to bid for the portrait session (knowing it’d drive Haley insane) noticed his presence. 

“Shane! How are you doing, glad you could make it.”

“Mmph.” Shane poked a pudgy finger at the three sprigs of dandelion salad on his plate. “Couldn’t have ordered pizza?”  

“Sure. Right…”

Leah joined soon after, followed by Penny, then Willy the fisherman, and Gil and Marlon. A bit of an odd group, those early birds, but Achilles had provided a spiked option for the hot chocolate, and all were soon mixing and mingling with relative ease. 

At a quarter to 6, Alex arrived with his grandparents. Evelyn greeted him with what was, to the discerning eye, perhaps an overly warm embrace, but George, Achilles noticed, refused to even acknowledge his presence, moving almost immediately away to take a seat in the last row after ignoring the bookmark Achilles had been offering him. 

He and Alex had discussed the matter briefly during dinner the night before—Alex had said there wasn’t much to share, really; it was plain and simple, exactly what Achilles would’ve expected. George wasn’t pleased. And that was that. 

“But it’s my life, right?” Alex had said with a wan smile. “He’s not really… talking to me right now, but Grandma says he’ll… come around…” 

How long that’d take, who knew. But at least Evelyn was on his side, Alex had said—and, of course, Achilles. 

Still, likely overly conscious of George’s glare, they didn’t touch—not even the side-hug that was Alex’s usual way of saying hello for just about anyone. But Alex did greet him with an enthusiastic, double-handed wave after Evelyn had finishing squeezing Achilles within an inch of suffocation. 

“Hi!” 

Achilles unconsciously smoothed the front of his cardigan. “Hey.”

“Nice shirt.” Alex nodded at the tiny trains dotting Achilles’ button down before flicking a piece of dust off of his shoulder. A far from intimate touch—really, barely a touch at all—but it nevertheless kicked off a prickling ripple down Achilles’ arms. He could get used to this. “I’ve always wondered, do you just, like, already own these or do you buy them specifically for whatever event is going on?” 

“Eh, a little bit of both… I did already own this one, though I can’t actually remember why…” 

An obnoxiously loud cackle announced Abigail, Sebastian, and Sam’s arrival. It seemed like they had brought friends from the city, traipsing in with two other strangers who all made their way immediately to the refreshments table. 

“Gonna be a full house, Ell!” he heard Leah exclaim from behind the bookshelves. “Better not fuck this up, eh!” The exclamation was followed by a lengthy, low, almost melodious, wail. 

Well, at least the melodrama had returned. That had to be a positive sign, right? 

Alex and Achilles shared a look, the former stifling his laughter behind a cup of hot chocolate. As more and more guests continued to stream through the doors, he gave Achilles’ shoulder a little squeeze before joining Penny by the bean bags, leaving Achilles to play the role of host undistracted. 

“Congratulations.” 

“Pardon?” 

Achilles turned from greeting Maru and Dr. Harvey, fresh from the clinic, to see Shane emerging from behind another bookshelf with an empty plate and a cup full of hot tea. 

“You and him.” The man gave a jerky nod in Alex’s general direction. “Right?” 

It wasn’t often Achilles was caught off guard, but Shane? Of all people?

“I—you—”

But Shane only grunted, offering up a shrug before plodding away to join Marnie and Jas who had just arrived. 

By 6:25, there were well over 30 guests milling about the museum. Mostly townsfolk, as to be expected, but a sizable group of folks Achilles didn’t recognize had made it out to Stardew as well. 

He made his over way to the podium.

“Hi everyone. We’re going to get started in about five minutes, if you could please make your way to your seats soon, that would be wonderful.” 

*****

“Good evening everyone. Thank you all so much for coming out, we are so excited to welcome all of you to Stardew Valley’s Museum & Library.” 

Achilles looked out at the small crowd of painstakingly straightened chairs. A good turnout, he thought to himself. 39 people, he’d been keeping count. 

He was back at the podium after taking the final few minutes to close the silent auction (he’d been outbid by a “Zachary Grace“ for Haley’s portrait package, unfortunately) and secure a last minute snickerdoodle cookie for himself.

He had never found himself to be good at comforting others, and so was grateful to find Leah had committed herself to hyping up Elliott (though it could be debated whether she was any better than him at the task)—and though Achilles could still make out standing next to him a set of slightly wobbling knees, the writer had at least returned to his usual complexion. 

“Now, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you tonight’s author, and one of my dearest friends, Elliott St. Laurent, who will be reading the first chapter from what will surely be a bestselling, debut novel, Camellia Station.” 

He stepped to the side and, sneaking in what he hoped was a small, encouraging wink, gestured for Elliott to take the stage as a round of healthy applause rang through the room. 

Elliott gripped the sides of the podium tight, perhaps in an effort to stem his shaking, the knuckles of his large hands white with the effort. A handful of deep breaths. A second to clear his throat. And then… 

*****

“Ever since I was a young boy, I dreamt of becoming a writer.

“When the time came for me to leave home and start my own life, I moved here. I was drawn to the peaceful beauty of the valley, and hoped that days of quiet reflection in this idyllic atmosphere would fan the literary flames.

“And indeed they did! As I’m sure many of my fellow villagers would attest, it took perhaps quite a few more days than I had initially anticipated for the aforementioned literary flames to wholly ignite—“ he paused for the townsfolk to laugh politely. “ —but I am proud to share that, after many a year, I stand before you now with my completed novel in hand. 

“But it would be the gravest error not to acknowledge two names, for I could never have completed this endeavor without the support and guidance of my dearest of friends—Miss Leah Connolly and, of course, Achilles Robinson, who you all surely know is a bestselling author himself!” 

Achilles, who had joined Leah in a seat by the side of the room, received the applause politely, giving a small, lazy bow of his head before skillfully turning the attention back to Elliott, who, with each sentence, had quickly grown in confidence. 

“And so, after countless hours scribbling at my writing desk, I now present to you my first book, Camellia Station: a romance novel about a train stewardess who falls in love with a traveling architect.” 

He cleared his throat once more, and then began the reading. 

“Chapter One.

“‘Your ticket, sir?’ Ticket collector Gozman extended a gloved hand towards the young commuter. 

“‘Ah, yes. I have it right here,’ he replied, reaching into his coat pocket. Mortified, he discovered that the ticket was missing…” 

Achilles, obviously familiar with the story, leaned back in his chair and sipped his hot chocolate. The most stressful part of the evening was over. Elliott had made it through to the reading alive, all the chairs—and then some—were filled, the refreshments had been warmly received by all except maybe Shane, and the silent auction had been a smashing success. Nice. 

He found himself only half-listening to Elliott’s crooning tenor. Not because he was bored—no, he was very much proud of his friend and had genuinely admired the tomb of a novel—but he had only just finished reading it scarcely a week ago, and steamy romances and wicked love triangles had never quite captured his attention the same way genre did—funny, really, given how he’d been unable to stop replaying his own little romance in his head since this morning.

His fingers flexed at the memories, curled tighter around his paper cup.

But despite his drifting thoughts, he made sure to maintain both a smile and eye contact over the next half hour, just in case Elliott happened to glance over—though at the moment, the writer seemed a little too enthusiastically engrossed with the task at hand. Though his voice remained strong and strident, Elliott’s nose remained scarcely three inches from the page. 

“‘…Clara, there’s something I must tell you,’ he blurted as she turned to leave. Clara turned, slowly, and saw the look of desperation in Horatio’s eye. At that moment, Gozman burst into the compartment, red-faced.” 

After a solemn pause, Elliott closed the manuscript rather abruptly, though the applause drowned out the brusque snap of the pages.

“Well, that concludes my reading. Thank you everyone for coming out. Let us hope that we see Camellia Station on a bookshelf in Zuzu City within the next few years!” 

And though it was Achilles who led the standing ovation, the sight of the enthusiastic, thirty some crowd clapping away for his friend seemed to be contaminating his pride for Elliott with something akin to… envy.  

This could’ve been you. 

But he felt Leah’s hand on his shoulder, and her simple touch was enough this time to pull him back to shore.  

*****

“I have dedicated the book to you two, my dearest friends.” As the audience slowly dispersed, Elliott made his way over to where Achilles and Leah had been sitting in the corner. 

He took each of their hands in his. “Without your support and encouragement this past year, who knows if Camellia Station would have ever… shall we say, left the station.” He solemnly placed a hand over his heart and gave them each a deep bow. 

“We’re very proud of you,” Achilles said before Leah could swoop in with what he imagined would be a sarcastic comment of the highest degree. Let’s not lead with that. “Your reading was fantastic—you should record your own audiobook.” 

Elliott turned red, patting Achilles’ hand as he shook his head modestly. “Oh my, you do honor me, my friend—let us not get ahead of ourselves…” 

“Stop talking to us,” Leah hissed in a carrying whisper. She tilted her head at a handful of admirers who were beginning to congregate by the podium, each tossing the occasional impatient glance at the huddled trio. She proceeded to give the writer a hearty shove with her shoulder. “Go mingle with your new fans. Could be an agent in there somewhere! Schmooze!” 

“Oh ho!” Elliott’s eyes gleamed as he snuck a covert peek at a particular suited stranger. He straightened his tie and stood confidently to his full, looming height—the well-received reading had clearly renewed his sense of vigor. “Then I shall pay them a visit posthaste—but oh ho, I believe there’s someone waiting to speak with you, as well, my dear friend.” Elliott ended his declaration with a devilish wink, nodding to something behind Achilles before striding over to the small waiting crowd of well-wishers. 

Achilles turned to see Alex waiting patiently alone, munching thoughtfully on a small stack of finger sandwiches by the first row of seats. 

Leah grunted. Less eloquent than Elliott, she merely smacked Achilles’ ass before leaving him for the refreshments table. “Go get that boy of yours.” 

Achilles hadn’t had a chance to update either of his friends about his recent developments, and yet even so, Leah hadn’t bothered keeping her voice down. Alex perked up upon hearing her quip  and, after shoving the remaining three sandwiches rather inelegantly into his mouth (now don’t you go there, Achilles, don’t you think about that), brushed the crumbs off his hands and jumped to his feet.  

“Am I 'that boy of yours?'” 

Dear lord, was Alex batting his eyelashes?

This man…

He could feel himself blushing at Alex’s hypnotizing, long-lashed gaze. But refusing to further indulge this roguish little show, Achilles lightly shoved his laughing figure aside and turned away to nod at Shane who was seemingly attempting to surreptitiously pocket the remaining crab cakes. 

“No, she was talking about Shane.”

“Oh yeah? Does Shane he's ya boy—”

“Want to help me pack up the food? You can take the rest of the sandwiches if you’d like.” 

#llnks #stardew valley fic #stardew fanfic #stardew alex #stardew elliott #stardew oc #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv leah #sdv oc

[eddysocs]

What If It’s You - Chapter Two (Super…Confused)

Summary: A few days after meeting Alex at The Blue Lounge, Reba meets Van's potential new agent and due to a misunderstanding the thoughts and feelings that she’s been trying to avoid come rushing to the surface.

Word Count: 1,101

Warnings: Talk of sexuality, gay panic

It was a few days after Reba's big night out that she had to prepare for the arrival of Van's potential new agent. She busied herself by readying the house, keeping her from thinking too much about her night at The Blue Lounge and the napkin that was currently still burning a hole in her back pocket. Barbra Jean had taken the rest from her for her silly little scrapbook, but Alex's number she had discreetly slipped in her purse, and had kept on her ever since.

Everyone was on edge. Van was jumping at every sound and Cheyenne was panicking about what to wear. Reba was thankful for the endless amount of distraction in these two hours leading up to this visit. Micromanaging her family kept her mind busy and off the things she wasn’t really ready to think about.

When Sadie Owens did show, Reba was trying to be the perfect hostess. But, managing the whole thing with Barbra Jean in the mix presented its share of challenges. And then Brock showed up and made everything that much worse. Between the heated argument and Cheyenne and Van nervously speaking before thinking, things were going downhill fast.

Eventually Reba found herself alone in the living room with Sadie, trying to rebound from all the chaos she’d endured since arriving. The two of them hit it off well, both divorcees with children, they were finding commonalities all over the place. Reba told her about Lori Ann up and leaving her and Sadie confided that she was feeling lonely too.

Then Sadie mentioned something about switching teams. At first Reba thought it was something to do with sports, seeing as she was a sports agent, but when she clarified, outright telling Reba that she was gay, Reba found herself at a loss for words. Coupled by the fact that not a moment later, Sadie informed her that Van had already told her that Reba herself was gay too, Reba panicked.

Did he know about her meeting Alex? Was that even what that was, flirting? Alex had hit on her, sure, but couldn’t that have just been Alex's way of breaking the ice? Why else was she keeping her number in her pocket if it wasn’t to eventually call her?

"Reba?" Sadie’s voice pulled her away from her thoughts.

She needed an out to get herself sorted. "Will you excuse me for a second," Reba asked. Sadie nodded and Reba escaped to the kitchen. Her confusion quickly took the form of anger as she lashed out at Van for outing her as ‘super gay' to Sadie after slipping up and making a poorly thought out gay joke. Now she was trapped in a situation she didn't know how to handle. The worst thing was, she had already accidentally asked Sadie out.

Relief came when Sadie walked in and agreed to represent Van. It seemed the whole family let out a breath at the good news. As Sadie heads for the door, Reba thinks it’s all over, that she’s off the hook. Then Sadie came back to clarify that she’d pick Reba up the following night at eight. Crap.

As eight o'clock approaches the night after, Reba comes down the stairs, dressed to go out with Sadie. The whole day she’s been debating as to whether she can go through with it. She doesn’t think she can. She doesn’t want to lie to Sadie or lead her on. She wasn’t 'super gay', but maybe she wasn’t entirely straight either. Regardless, Sadie didn’t deserve to be deceived. So when Sadie arrived, and her family gives them a moment alone, Reba decided it was best to come clean.

Sadie takes it well enough, and the two women are able to move past it and agree that they’d still like to go to dinner as friends. Much to the shock of Cheyenne, Van and Barbra Jean, Reba walks out with Sadie and they drive to a nice little restaurant that Reba can’t believe she’d never been to before.

Once seated at the restaurant, Reba stared at the menu, not even really reading it, and her blank stare didn’t go unnoticed by Sadie. "Reba, is there something on your mind," Sadie finally asked, breaking the tension Reba hadn’t realized she was causing between them. Reba maintained the blank look for a moment, shifting her eyes to Sadie. "Do you want to talk about it," Sadie tried again.

"I’m sorry. It’s just—" Reba paused, searching for the right way to broach the subject, "I had something happen recently, and I don’t know how I feel about it."

"Reba, we cleared this up. I’m gay, you’re not, but we can still be friends."

Reba laughed nervously. "Well that might not be entirely true."

"What part?"

"I might not…not be gay? Does that make sense?"

"Not really. Why don’t you explain?"

"Well, a few days before you showed up, I went out to a bar with Barbra Jean. She was feeling down and I got dragged along, but I met someone there. Her name was Alex." Sadie listened intently, though Reba wouldn’t make eye contact with her. "She left me her number. I’ve got it in my purse."

"And what do you intend to do with it," Sadie prompted, starting to piece together the problem.

"I don’t know. I like her. I just don’t know if I like like her."

Sadie nodded slowly, processing it all. "I see. Well, if you ask me, I think you already have your answer. If you weren’t interested, wouldn’t you have just thrown her number away?"

Reba opened her mouth to argue, but the words died in her throat. Could Sadie be right? "How did you know?"

"Know what? That I was gay?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, you said you were married and had kids, so why the sudden change of heart?"

Sadie laughed. "It wasn’t all that sudden, Reba. I’ve been attracted to women all my life, even when I was married to my ex. I just did what was expected of me and chalked my attraction to women up to mere admiration until after my divorce." Reba sighed, and Sadie could sympathize. It hadn’t been easy for her coming to terms with her own sexuality amidst and even after her divorce.

"For what it’s worth," Sadie advised, "I think you should call her. Maybe you’ll end up just being friends, but if she’s been on your mind for days, then maybe this Alex is worth the chance."

Reba smiled, ready to be done with the subject for the night. "Maybe you’re right."

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Chapter One <- 🧡 -> Chapter Three

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @borg-queer, @antonybridgertons, @foxesandmagic, @connietheecunning, @chickensarentcheap

#oc: alexandra roberts #fc: amber heard #fd: reba #fic: what if it’s you #alexandra x reba #reba hart x oc #reba

[alwaysrisesthemoon]

If they're both self-inserts why are Zhou and Wukong so different?

first, you're probably talking about dreamin' of spring wukong specifically, right? i'll explain the differences in a bit just in case dw. 

okay so zhou is weird. they've been running on fear and lies and maaaaaybe a lil bit of hope this entire fic. since the very start, they've been terrified (and also filled with a sort of manic excitement) their first instinct while talking to mk is to grin, to bare their teeth. the entire fic they've been taking their cues directly from mk as well, following his beat if you will. there's a reason that wukong's first instinct is to attack— here is a being that is so eerily like and unlike his student. and it's eerie because it's not just mk's cues they've been taking, he's just the bulk of it— they've taken cues from macaque and from wukong's memories. zhou represents a complete inability to assess their role in a situation, completely defaulting to what everyone else is doing in order to fit the mold while at the same time empathizing so much with mk, macaque, and wukong to the point where they can't remove the effect those three have on their current personality and actions. zhou has spent years in the scroll watching and rewatching memories, the bulk of which were wukong's. mk, even with all the parallels and familiar tales, must have seemed like a breath of fresh air to them. finally. finally, here was someone that could help slowly start to unravel and unstick their own personality. but going back to zhou and dosn!wukong— in summary, zhou is suuuuuuper stressed, affected by their time in the scroll, and lying through their teeth while empathizing waaay too much. they also haven't quite managed to view everyone as more than just characters yet. something that dosn!wukong managed within the first scene. that also says a lot. 

they both get the unreliable narrator tag though, unlike the other s-i's… except maybe the macaque s-i. i'd give it to him too honestly. 

anyway, dosn!wukong— he's also weird for maybe the exact opposite reason— he's not lying. 'sides the whole s-i dealio, he's not lying about his thoughts or his actions at all. if he wants to do something, he does it. there are plenty of outside factors affecting him— such as the season and the whole sun thing— but for the most part he's rolling with the punches. the reason macaque doesn't find it weird even though, logically, he should is because aside from the addled memories that always happens after weird future dreams, wukong's not acting any different than he normally would— save for perhaps being a bit more reckless with his health than usual. and you might say something like, 'hey, but alex— we've seen monkey king in his dreams and he doesn’t act like that!' yeah, except that's not actually og!/past wukong. that's a blend of memories and wukong's expectations of past wukong. it shows in how dbk, the staff, and macaque expect him to act— past wukong and dream monkey king aren't the same. once again, unreliable narrator tag at its finest. sure wukong's worried about the future and the plot, but he's mostly been trying to ignore it since chapter 2. the thing with the furnace is the outlier— wukong saw the furnace and felt fear, in this case the s-i is pretty sure his death was fire related! so with him remembering that and old wukong's fear/trauma of dying, he panicked, knew that if he didn't do it now, he'd talk himself out of it, and jumped right in. this is the only point he's been truly afraid. 

to brush up on the two other wukong s-i's— for i'm still comparing your past to my future…writing that out is long… anyway for him, he's kinda also juggling a couple lies at the same time while thinking everything's going to play out like it did in jttw! still, he's taking it at his own pace for the most just with some underlying worries— the fillet— and instincts he's suuuuper not used to. the nightly zoomies, by the way, are a sign of stress and a lack of enrichment. they should recede when macaque pops up. 

as for sometimes the truth is just my point of view, he's mostly following the amnesia rules script as he vaguely remembers it. he's definitely trying to channel what he thinks they expect from him… which isn't what they expected at all. he's also under the misconception that he's still in his own timeline, so..? 

also to round it up— for the macaque s-i, yeah, i'll be honest, it's a mix of the head injury, being dramatic, and expecting it to all play out like in jttw. alt known as 'fuck! i'm a villain with sooooo many death flags how am i going to get out of this one?' while wukong's over in the corner with his heart shattered into itty bitty pieces like, 'you don't remember me? 🥺' there's… there's literally no death flags unless everything goes terribly. 

anyway, hope that helps!!! 

#rambling #fics #yptfid series #there's more i wanna add but i might do that later tbh #long post #question tag

[hatterfae]

Fantasy Incarnation, Chapter 2

Alex sat upon his sister’s shoulder, holding tightly onto the collar of her pajamas to keep from sliding around too much.  Along with Claire, he was looking down at the face of his sister still laying in bed, asleep, just like his own body.

“This is awkward,” Claire said, just staring at the version of her still laying in bed, still sleeping deeply.  

The bed wasn’t any more mussed than usual from his sister’s sleeping habits, which made him furrow his brow.  “Where did you wake up, anyway?” 

Claire turned her head quickly, almost hitting Alex with her cheek.  “The middle of the floor.  I thought I’d fallen out of bed, and then saw… um, me, I guess, laying there, and panicked a little.”  She pointed to the center of the room where she’d been.

Alex gave a small laugh, tilting his head back.  He crossed his arms across his chest before uncrossing them in an awkward hurry; the action had reminded him that he wasn’t exactly a boy anymore.  “At least you didn’t wake up sprawled out on your own chest,” he muttered, forgetting that he was pretty much talking into his sister’s ear.  

“That would’ve been really weird, huh,” she answered, staring back down at her other self.  “So… what’re we going to do about it?” 

Alex sat there, letting out his breath slowly.  “Call mom?” he offered, grimacing at the thought.  

“No way,” Claire answered swiftly.  “She’d probably murder us for making her come home from work early.”  

Alex used her– his– left arm to gesture at the sleeping Claire in bed below them.  “This might count as an emergency,” he said, knowing full well it wouldn’t be.  Nobody was bleeding to death.  They were just… sleeping.  With their minds running around in fantasy duplicate bodies.  Which sounded crazy.

“Yeah, no way,” he finally admitted.  “So…” 

“So…” Claire started to say, tilting her own head back to look at the ceiling.  “I’m going to have to go to school.”  She held her hand out for Alex to hop into.  “I’m going to put you down on the dresser and go get changed in the bathroom.  I’ll take you downstairs when I get back.” 

Alex smirked as she–he!–stepped into her open palm, kneeling down as Claire gently deposited him in front of the dresser mirror before rooting through her drawers for clothing.  He lost track of his sister almost instantly, staring at the reflection in the mirror.  

She… she was pretty, for a start.  Unlike his brown hair, she had short hair that had the same color as the wings on her back, complete with darkening to a deep blue at the tips.  She was wearing his pajamas, but that was where the similarities to the old body really ended.  Almost nothing was the same, and her wings flexed slowly behind her as she reached out to touch this image.  

This was… her.

She sank to her knees, losing all of the energy to keep standing, almost slumping over when facing that thought.  It was real.  She couldn’t keep trying to pretend things weren’t different, that nothing had really changed, because it all had.  She didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror, but undeniably knew that it was her, through and through.  

Alex reached up and rubbed her face with her hands, then stood up and stared at herself in the mirror.  “So what?  I’m some kind of pixie chick now!  I’ll live with it!” she yelled at her reflection, wings held out wide with the outburst.  

Another thought flitted through her mind.  Wings were made for flying.  Without really thinking about it, they flexed and moved in the ways she wanted them to.  What would happen, Alex thought to herself, if she just wanted to fly? 

Without any other warning, the triangular forms of the wings blurred into just a flow of green and blue fading into an ephemeral nothing as they began vibrating, and Alex lifted off of the top of the dresser slightly.  It was as natural as walking had been, and about as effortless.  She moved left, then right, then spun around in place to get an idea of what she could actually do–and gasped in joy at the sense of freedom.  

Still floating in the air, she approached the mirror again,reaching out to touch the reflection of her face.  “I can’t remember the last time I smiled like this,” she said softly to herself, fascinated by the appearance of the warm smile on her face.  

The sound of the bedroom door stole her attention, spinning in place to look at Claire entering and staring at her.  “You’re flying,” she said, then sighed, launching her dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner of the room.  “I don’t know why I’m surprised by this, it’s just been one impossible thing after another today.”  

Alex flitted through the air to hover near to her sister, not close enough to be overwhelmed but close enough that she could be seen. “This has to be the best part of it, though,” she answered.  “Though seriously, are you really going to school like that?”  

“What?  This is fine.  I’ll call it a lazy day, jeans and a t-shirt aren’t bad,” Claire defended herself.

Alex shook her head quickly.  “I meant the ears.” 

Claire gave a small smirk of amusement, then turned on her heel and stepped out of the room.  “What’re they going to do, send me home for having ears?  It’s not like they’re going to come off, anyway.”

“If you have a sharp enough–” Alex started to say, but was interrupted by her sister.

“Don’t start with that!  You know what I mean!” 

Alex followed her downstairs, smiling all the while.  “So are you going to grab anything to eat before running out the door?”  

Claire checked her phone and made a face.  “I don’t have time to make anything.  I’ll just make it through until lunch.  It’s not like anything’s going to happen in class today, they’re just grading tests and we’re just being present anyway.”

Alex laughed, flitting in front of her sister to share her smile with her.  “The last days of high school.  I remember it from last year myself.”

“And just what do you plan on doing with yourself today?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow.  

Alex pointed at the television.  “How much do you want to bet it’s like having my own personal movie theater right now?”

#fantasy #my writing #science fiction #gender bender