#her wearing his shirt and them just smiling at each other it’s so domestic & wholesome god i love e&e so much they’re everything to me <333
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So, when I read ACOSF, I made kind of play by play notes as a listened to it( I read the audiobook) so.........here’s the chaos
HEAVY SPOILERS FOR ACOSF!!
CASSIAN SAID FUCK
WHOA there’s a LOT of swearing in this
“It’s SEVEN in the morning gods damn it” -nesta archeron
OVERSIZED SHIRTS FOR THE WIN
Feyre and Rhys have 5 houses? Not surprised...
full, inviting breasts......BIG BOOBS OMG CASSIAN YOU HORNY SON OF A BITCH
7 siphons to keep his magic under control? Dayum
So, she rode this unnamed male like a fucking roller coaster?
Depression sex? Depression sex
“Her father was ashes in the wind” DAMN THATS EDGY
“A moment of release among the darkness inside her” NESTA BBY THIS ISNT HEATHY
“She avoided both of them” not surprised
OOOOH RHYS HATES HER TEA IS BEING SPILT
So, depression sex and depression alcohol? Yup
*checks chapter count* 80 CHAPTERS??!?! Oh shit this is gonna be a triiiip
OOOOOOOOO RHYS AND NESTA BEEF
Feyre trying to apologize to nesta........she’s trying
“You’re done, Nesta” The fuuuuuck.....
So, nesta’s moving and training with cassian...........Feyre, this isn’t a good idea omg
Feyre holy shit what the fuck are you doing, you TOTAL HELICOPTER SISTER?
“I never want to speak to you again!” damn
ELAIN TRAUMA!!! Yay???
MOR FOCUSED CHAPTER!!!?
she has brown eyes? Ok
FUCK SHES WEARING A BLUE DRESS FUCK
nesta knows about mor NESTA KNOWS ABOUT MOR!!!
“I am worthless and I am nothing. I hate what I am.” DAYUM I’ve been in that exact mindset numerous times. I can relate, Nesta
Briallen? Who the fuck is that?
Scars being trapped in magic? Good fuck that’s dark
“Ooh a dark skin character? Lit
OH SHIT SHE CANT FLY HER WINGS ARE CLIPPED
Is her name Emery?
“I am the monster your fear” BBY OMG GET THERAPY
Gwyn? Seems a bit aloof
“Two gentle conversations” GOOD JOB
Fairy lights omg lol
Nesta reading smutty books.....I’m imagining this omg
THE HOUSE IS ALIVE? Sweet
OMG ELAIN SHIT!!!! BBY
“All she wanted to do was touch him” OOOOOHHHHH NESSIAN
“All I need is a hot meal and a good book.” Mood
Nesta’s worried about Mor??? REEEEEEE
“Nesta needed Feyre more than she realized.“ OOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO FAE BARGANS
They’re bound by magic on the body?? Ooh
IT’S TRAINING TIME BITCHES
“I don’t hate you too,Cassian” OMGGGGGG REEEEE
Nesta SMILED
THEY MENTIONED VALKYRIES!!!!!
“You might be my only friend.” HMMMMMMM
*hears how cassian was born * OMG HOLY SHIT CASSIAN
*hears cassians backstory* DAMN THESE CHARACTERS NEED THERAPY
OOP SLIGHT DEPRESSION SEX
OOP CLOTHING REMOVAL
“I’ve loved you since the first moment I held you in my arms.” HMMMMMMMM
I’m loving this Nessian sparring training.
ELAIN! SHES IN THE STORY KIND OF
Elain has small boobs........same
“I thought I would drop by to see how you were doing.” AWWWWWWWWW
Yayy.....awkward sister talks........
“She was the monster.” Nesta.............I can relate.
Nesta’s angry at Elain.............
Elain’s trying to reach out and Nesta’s denying it.
MY HEART
AGAIN...THE👏RA👏PY👏
“No more seeing her sisters without her permisson.” That’s smart.
Soooooooooo......Rhys is now a German Shepard.........?
OMG CASSIAN KILLED EVERYONE THAT HELPED KILL HIS MOM........good for him
“Use that training and make me.” OOOOOOOMGGGGGG
Rhys is overprotective of Feyre and shields her......daaaaaaaaaaaaamn
“What exactly happened in the cauldron?” FEYRE BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD IDEA
Again, Nesta, ✨THERAPY✨
Put a stop to what, D-does the IC know of the ✨depression smut?✨
“There was touching, but with her permission” WE 👏STAN 👏A KING👏
THAT ASKS👏FOR👏CON👏SENT👏
“Who do you think I am?” “A drunk fool who’s wasting my time?” OOOOOOOHHHHH SHOOTS FIRED!!!
Emery and Nesta to Emery’s cousin: GO HOME YOUR DRUNK ASSHOLE
*hears Nesta’s grand✨mama✨* me: grandmama, it’s me....ANASTASIA
Bruh...NESTA BIT CASS’S EAR
ugh the tool
“Baby making” hehe lol
“Nesta like gwyn”...............could she also be biiiiiiiii??????????!!!!!! YAY FIRST FRIEND IM PROUD OF YOUUUUU
NESTA SMILES AGAIN YAY!!
Alright, Meryl is BITCH
GWYN’S A QUARTER NYMPH?? Cool
“She’s failed everything.” BBY
HER POWERS? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT SILVER FLAMES
ICY FIRE??? FUUUUUUUUUCK
Nesta must’ve been petrified being surrounded by fire
It’s a dream? THE FUCK
WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT SHE WAS DREAMING????
Cassian saw HER TRAUMA?????? FUUUUUUCK
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HER POWER IS DEAAAAATHH FUUUUUUCK
THE BABY HAS WIIIIINGS!!!!!!
Why is Rhys angry about the wing thing?
Ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit the tool
*hearing the possibilities of half Illyrian baby* OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUCK OMG
“I loved it when you fucked my mouth cassian?” GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH NEEESTAAAAA THIS ISNT HEALTHY
“What could go wrong?” DONT JINX IT
fairy monsters? OHOHOHOOOO
NONONONOOOOOO NOT AN ASH ARROW
BLACK EYES???? Fuck fuck are they in the cauldron?
OMG THE KELPIE IS DOING SHIT TO NESTA!!! Are they on the cauldron?
the MAAAAAAASK
ohOOOOOOOMGOMGOMGOMG SHE SUMMONED THE FUCKING DEAD REEEEEEEEEEE
Omg NESTAS POWERS ARE SO FUCKING COOL
She LITERALLY HAS AN UNDEAD ARMYYYYY
death HERself........badass
“Because you and cassian has been giving each other sultry looks all morning” SHE KNOWS
“For the first time in her life, she finally felt good in her own skin.” GROWTH
Omg Nesta created a swooooord!!!!! Cool
ITS INFUSED WITH MAGIC??? HELL YEAH
“I can’t lie to her!” SIIIIIIIMP
“I’d be careful when fucking her.” Oh amren
FUUUUUUCK FUCK BOOOOOOOOO TAMLIN
“You will not touch us.” YES TELL HIM
“I can’t believe Feyre ever loved tamlin.” ME TOO
“Elain saw everything Nesta did.” Daaaaaaaaamn
OOOOOOOO NESTAS PIIIIIIIISSED
OOOOOOOOOOO SECRETS FEYRE’S PIIIIIIISED
Nesta messed up and I think she realizes that
Rhys is pissed now and wants to kill Nesta....SHIIIIIIIT
Nesta: heads for a tavern me: NONONONONO GODS DAMN IT YOU’VE COME SO FAR
“I will fight for him. For us. Until I can’t anymore.” FEYRE IS GONNA BE A GREAT MOM
“Wishing to disappear into nothing.” I’ve been there.
“Cassian knew Nesta hated herself, but didn’t know how sometimes she wanted to unexist.” I RELATE TO THAT SHIT
“She had been born wrong.” AWWWWW BBY SHIIIIIT
“Was she worth being counted?” I CAN RELATE
*hearing Nesta blaming herself for her fathers death and for the horrible things she’s done, saying she can’t fix it* SHIT IM CRYING (I’m not joking)
“ I deserve nothing.” I CAN RELATE BITCH IM ACTUALLY CRYING
*hears Cassian calmly reassuring and comforting her* AWWWWW I NEED THIS QUOTE
CASSIAN CARES SO MUCH FOR HER I LOVE THIS
(I really needed that cassian talk. I literally wrote most of the quote down just in case. Thank you SJM)
EMERY CAN SENSE THE SEX HOLY SHIT
“After he’d fucked her with her fingers...” O NONONONOOO
*skips to chapter 52*
Lanthis??? Who the fuck is that?
“Gwyn and Emery are my friends” SHES GROWN SO MUCH!!!
26 dimensions? OH THIS IS SOME DOCTOR STRANGE SHIT
IT CANT BE KILLED
cassian and Nesta really went *yeet* .......... I’m sorry
THE SWORDS NAME IS ADORAXIA!!!!!!!!!!!sounds like a dnd character IDEAS
OHOHOHOOOOO BLACK THRONE AND A CROWN DEATH QUEEN NESTA WITH HER HAIR DOOOOOOWN
Rhys vs Cassian standoff *western duel music starts*
NESTA APOLOGIZED FOR EARLIER IM SO PROUD
Did Elain have a vision? DID SHE???
“I want you to seduce him.” NESTA THE HIDDEN BARD ROLL FOR PERSUASION
Mor teaching Nesta the waltz? NESTA AND MOR CAN NOT HATE EACH OTHER
Are they back at their childhood home? Because oooooooooooof ✨ childhood trauma✨
MOR AND NESTA HAVING A CONVERSATION YAY!!!!! (This’ll make rping them so maybe easier)
“We’re in a book!” Holy shit they know. HIDE THE FANFICTION
The relationship between Nesta, Emery, and Gwyn is so wholesome
“Oh FUCK you” .... NESTA
“I was just checking on dessert” MOOD
MOR AND NESTA ARE HAVING A FRIENDLY CONVERSATION
I sense tension between amren and Nesta
ERIS WANTS NESTA????
“I’m not with you.” Lier
A SNOWBALL FIGHT WITH THE BATBOIS??? Holy shit they do have one(1) brain cell
A sleepover with Emery, Nesta, and Gwyn? SIGN ME UP
“Do it for the miniature Pegasus!” INSIDE JOKES
OOOOHHH i see the gwynriel ship
Wait....HER POWERS MADE THE HOUSE BE ALIVE??? Sweet
Alright 2 months til FEYSAND baby
The mating bond between cassian and Nesta?????.............
“Say it, SAY IT” GODS DAMN IT NESTA SAY THE FUCKING THING
So, Nesta’s afraid she’s gonna loose her humanity?
EMERIE NESTA AND GWYN ARE IN THE BLOODRITE? Fuuuuuuuuuck
OH NO EMERIE!!!!!!
“High Fae bitch” PUT THAT ON A SHIRT
OMG OMG OMG HELL YES VALKRIES
oh Cassian you restless bastard you
*hears Emerie’s backstory and their heart to heart* AWWWWWW I LOVE THEM
“The morrigan.” The fuck Eris?
“She’d hit the archway of stone” OOOOOOOOOOF
“For being my friends when I didn’t deserve it.” AWWWWWWWWWW
What about Feyre’s pregnancy???? Hewwo?
“Lord of bastards” heh true that’s cassian alright
Wait, OTHER set of wings
CASSIAN!!!!!!!!!!
“Now, I’m going to slit your little throat.” FUUUUUUUUCK NONONONOOOOO THIS ISNT CASS FUUUUCK
What’s the trove?
NONONONONOOOO WHYD HE GET STABBED SHIT HE GOT STABBED
Nesta’s pissed.....MAGIC TIME
wait wait wait wait wait HES NOT STABBED HELL YEAH!!!!
“You are my mate, Cassian.” ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME
Nessian: kissing when the world is in ruin
“She started bleeding hours ago. “ BABY TIME???
*hears the blood and feyre’s appearance*!FUUUUUUUUUCK
So, no C section? OOOOOOH SHIT THEYRE DOING IT
IM SCARED IM SCARED IM SCARED
“Silent babe?” Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit
Nesta Nesta Nesta What the fuck are you doing???????? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
SHE HAS ALL 3! ONONONOOOOOFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOSHE PLUCKED IT FUCK
SHE STOPPED TIME?????????
WHOS the female voice?
“ I love you, Feyre” SHE DID IT IM SO PROUD!!!!!
What is she doing what is she doing what is she doiiiiingggg?
GIVE WHAT BACK?????
WHAAAAAT? A BARGAIN WITH THE FUCKING CAULDRON???
feyres alive? FEYRE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!
NESTA THE MVP!!!!
*the sister hug* AWWWWWWWWWWW
AWWWWWW I LOVE THE NAME NYX!!!!
How much did the Cauldron take from Nesta, tho?
FEYSAND IS BEST PARENTS
Alright, I want to see LOADS OF WHOLESOME FANFICS AND FANART ABOUT DOMESTIC IC AND ELAIN AND NESTA GOT IT?
#acotar#acowar#acofas#acomaf#acosf#acosf spoilers#feyre archeron#elain archeron#nesta archeron#rhysand acotar#cassian acotar#azriel acotar#morrigan acotar#mor acotar#amren acotar#gwyneth berdara#emerie acotar
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Day 23
Faith, Namjoon x Reader, 8/8 Chapters, 31k words
Chapter 4 starts in the best possible way, more sexy times! But our MC has yet to gather the courage to tell Joon about the baby!!! But there’s hope building in this chapter, that maybe...just maybe, our two main characters will be able to find each other again. They really are so damn cute together, it’s disgustingly adorable!
And then you give us this line in Chapter 5:
“There’s no classy way to say it, but you love Namjoon’s dick.”
I’ve already expressed my love for Kim Line dick. I wholeheartedly agree. Thank you for this line in particular. I want to make this one of those inspirational quote pics, this is perfect!
“when you held Namjoon’s cock in your hands, you could feel every throb and twitch as you worked him over. There were no lies or hiding of emotions here. You held his pleasure in your hands, and the fact that he would twitch against your tongue whenever your eyes met brought you joy.”
FUCKING POETRY GURL!!! I HAVE RUN OUT OF WAYS TO CORRECTLY AND SUCCINCTLY EXPRESS JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR STORIES, BUT THIS HERE IS AN EXAMPLE OF WHY. AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
“He’s wearing huge baggy overalls over a black t-shirt with a low neck, timberland boots, and a black furry Kangol hat.”
Did he ever really wear this?? If he did, I need photographic evidence, I need to add this to my photo archives!
And are we fully trusting Trey now? Idk, I’m not completely convinced about him yet. I know I wanna punch Keisha in the fucking throat, but I’m on the fence about Trey. Don’t do our girl dirty Trey!!!
And then our girl is forced to tell Joon the truth and he doesn’t take it well.
“One lie is enough to question all the truths,” Namjoon mumbles before stomping out of your apartment and slamming the door.”
AHHHH! I want them to reconcile, but Joonie is right! This one (huge) omission of truth is enough for him to question their whole relationship. I’m really rooting for them, but at this point, if Namjoon decides to never forgive her, I would totally understand.
And then the pic Keisha posted. BITCH! Seriously, I wanna punch her in the throat. Where’s MC McHaggins? In my best Matthew voice: “Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face. Neck slice!!”
And then Joonie makes the first move and this line made my heart skip a beat:
“I mean I’m as in as I ever was. I want you, all of you. I want to marry you and be a father to my child. Maybe give you a few more.”
AAAAAAHHHH!!!! He just needed a few days to process, but his love is still intact!
And Trey stepping up and taking care of the whole Keisha problem. I guess not all heroes wear capes!
“Faith is in her high chair, giggling and covered in different colored globs of food. Namjoon is sitting in front of her, also covered in food, but making up some rap about the wonders of fruits that she seems to enjoy enough to open her mouth for another bite.”
This is so damn domestic, it’s our MC’s dream come true. I’m hopeful again, are they gonna be ok?!?! I hope so!! And Joonie is so damn cute with Faith. He would make such a good dad, omg!
“Namjoon picks up Faith and comes over to kiss your cheek. The vision of two adorable dimpled smiles shining down on you with happiness fills your heart with joy.”
Don’t kill me with all this fluff. DON’T!!!!
Chapter 7 is like the culminating point of this story. There’s incredible fluff and the smut...LAAAWD!!! But the most satisfying part is seeing them heal!
“The two of you would crush each other closer after your whispered confessions, feeling like you could almost physically see the bridge between the two of you repairing itself.”
OOOH THE WHOLESOMENESS!! But enough of that, gimme my porn.
“Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed as he does a sound that could only be described as a growl. The sound went straight to your core and you shivered when he opened his eyes and pinned you with a dark glare.
“Get on your knees.”
Well dayum sir, weren’t you hinting at being a sub early in the story? And now you’re going full Neanderthal? Lol!
I actually love that you do this. I think many of your characters are more switches than complete doms or subs. It feels more realistic. I’m sure there are people out there that are more in touch with one or the other, but I believe most people are capable of taking on either role and it really just depends on how they're feeling at the time. Joonie needs to stake a claim here, but I have a feeling our girl did the same at some point!
AND THEN THE EPILOGUE!
It’s stressful, hopeful, funny, exciting. It’s everything!
“This is why you should have married my daughter instead. She would never have made you wait this long.” Namjoon’s mother says playfully, though her eyes are filled with concern.
Yes!!! Momma Kim’s got jokes!!
“Suddenly, the door to your room banged open so hard you were afraid it might have broken, and your husband came barreling into the room looking freakily similar to an angry gorilla you once saw on tv.”
I can see it in my head!!! I can see this clearly! Joon would go gorilla mode! I think that he would be a worrier in general, reading about all of the things that could go wrong during a delivery. Can you imagine it?! Lol
This story was just gorgeous. I think that there really isn’t a villain in this story, like there is in Beneath the Surface. It’s about two people who love each other and the price of fame. It’s about forgiveness and rebuilding bonds. It’s about connections that cannot be broken, even with time and distance. Thank you for this story, it was beautiful!
(and sorry for missing another day, but a bitch is tired lol)
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Okay, here’s a little ficlet for you guys!! We’ve brought Quinn’s summer in Arizona into the discussion; now let’s see it in action. This is also now posted as the newest chapter in my ao3 cricket ficlet collection.
In which: Quinn takes Nando’s little sister on a costuming supply run. And wholesome content ensues.
(Sorry, this got so long. Actually, I regret nothing, but I’m still sorry because this is a weird medium to post something that’s long.)
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junior-senior summer | june
Quinn has a special relationship with Joann Fabrics.
For him, being let loose in one is sort of like being a chicken nugget fiend of a young child and finding out your parent is going to stop and get you a Happy Meal on the way home from school. It evokes borderline euphoria in his subconscious, a youthful eagerness that he’s quite sure he’ll never shake. The thing is that those places are just… boundless potential, everything crafty that he loves all under one roof. He could quite literally lose an entire day just walking around the store, without buying anything at all.
So… you can imagine his excitement when, on the third day of production on The Wizard of Oz , the director of the Tempe Community Children’s Theatre hands him an envelope of cash. “Here’s half of your costume budget,” she tells him. “Let me know when you want the other half. There’s a Joann’s ten minutes away from here, if that’s helpful for you to know.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Quinn looks into the envelope— there’s plenty here to accomplish what he wants with it; he’s used to costuming on the Grand Rapids Summer Players budget, which, if you must know, stretched him very thin most seasons. “Thank you so much, Erica. That is immensely helpful for me to know. Is it okay if I go tomorrow?”
Erica is tall, tan, middle-aged, and constantly wearing a shawl as part of her outfit. A lot of people on the tech team are scared of her, but Quinn isn’t in the slightest. “You can go whenever your heart desires,” she replies, with a smile. “Keep me updated with what you’re putting together.”
“Thank you.” Quinn nods his head a little, clasping the envelope behind his back with both hands. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
She waves. “See you, Quinn.”
That’s the key with directors. You have to kiss up a little, and then you’re on their good side, and life is easy.
Rosa and Gabriella are both waiting for him by the bench outside the auditorium. The program operates out of Tempe’s high school, whose theatre is better than the one back in Michigan but nothing near Kiersey's Beckett Center.
“Ready?” he asks the two girls. They jump off the bench in near unison.
“Ready!” Gabriella affirms, and Rosa just nods.
They’re identical twins, but it’s not hard to tell them apart. Gabriella’s hair is always braided, and Rosa wears glasses. Not to mention their personalities are entirely different. They each look so much like Sebastián, and their mama, too. Quinn has been in Arizona for three weeks, almost four, but the resemblance still strikes him every time he looks at them.
Quinn picks up the canvas bag that holds the girls’ stuff; right now, it’s not much, except Gabriella’s ballet shoes and some snacks, but closer to the actual production, they’ll be bringing more back and forth.
Gabriella skips over the linoleum floor, landing only on the blue parts in its multicolored pattern, like the rest of it is lava. “Good news, Rosa,” he says, as they start for the door. Rosa looks up at him, sticking close by his leg. He tells her, “We get to go to Joann’s tomorrow,” and her face lights up.
“Who’s Joann?” Gabriella asks.
“It’s a store , dummy,” Rosa replies. “You know, with arts and crafts?”
She leaps to a new blue square. “Like pom-poms?”
Rosa nods. “And sequins.”
“Why do you need to go there?”
“To buy supplies to make the costumes,” Quinn tells her. She wobbles on one foot as she hunts for another blue patch. “So you’ll look pretty onstage!”
“Ooh!” This seems to pique Gabriella’s interest. “Can you buy me a crown?”
“You’re a Munchkin ,” Rosa says. “Munchkins don’t wear crowns.”
“Well, maybe I’m a Munchkin princess!”
“Those don’t exist.”
“Yes, they do.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Nuh- uh .”
“Quinn?” Gabriella stops at the double glass doors to look back at him. “Do Munchkin princesses exist?”
They each survey him intensely, and Quinn, by principle, is scared of absolutely no one, but being selected as the judge for their debate is intimidating. “I… am not sure,” he settles for, “but maybe we can do some research in the real Wizard of Oz book and find out.”
“Yay!” Gabriella cries, and Rosa doesn’t look disappointed— Quinn knows she’s a book fan, so this seems to satisfy her, too.
It’s the little things.
The next morning, although they haven’t yet figured out if Munchkin princesses exists, Quinn is dialed in and on a mission. He has a rather lengthy shopping list for the Joann run, and he packs some of his own money, too, into the side of his bag, just in case something in there strikes his fancy. Which… it definitely will. He’s incapable of going in, even for a costume-related trip, without emerging with something for himself.
“For the road, mi amor ,” says Sebastián, pressing a travel mug with a teabag in it into his hands. “I’ll finish the cleanup.”
Quinn glances beyond him, to the small stack of dishes next to the sink, and winces a little. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I can stay another few minutes.”
“No, no— go; I don’t want you to be late.” They’ve handled breakfast, as they do most mornings, for themselves and the girls; Mrs. Hernandez is working a weirdly timed shift at the hospital. Sebastián has work today, too, at his tio’s restaurant, but it’s not until later; he’s still in his sweats. “I don’t mind,” he adds.
Quinn smiles up at him. He still has some curly bedhead, and the facial hair he shaved after his playoffs in the spring is coming in again. Mornings with him in his childhood home are domestic in a way Quinn has never known. “Thank you,” he says, wrapping both hands around the tea. “And breakfast was delicious.”
Sebastián beams. “Of course, baby.” He takes him by the shoulders for a quick kiss, and it’s no more than three seconds long, but right then, from out of nowhere, the ten-year-old relationship police descend upon them.
“Sebastián, yuck !” Gabriella is walking across the kitchen, fresh from the go ahead and put on your shoes, then we’ll go to rehearsal mission that Quinn sent her on two minutes ago. “No kissing in the kitchen.”
Sebastián rolls his eyes at his sister, still grinning lopsidedly. “Who said that’s a rule?”
“I did.” Gabriella huffs, then grabs Quinn’s shirt on the way by. “C’mon, Quinn, we’re going.”
Quinn laughs, as she pulls him toward the front door, and Sebastián raises his eyebrows. “Well, you sure told me, huh,” he says. Rosa, fresh from upstairs, crosses the kitchen without fanfare, and joins them at the door.
“He doesn’t have time for you; you’re gross,” Gabriella says to Sebastián, like so there , and Quinn makes eye contact with him as he’s being wrangled to the door. Sebastián raises his eyebrows and mouths, She really showed me .
Quinn grabs the keys off the hook by the door, still laughing, and waves to him. “I’ll see you later, honey.”
“Bye!” he calls, leaning against the counter. “Have fun at Joann’s!”
Quinn has been thinking about this since yesterday, and yet the reminder makes him smile like he’s remembering it for the first time. “Oh, I will!”
Sebastián winks at him, which is just cause to smile further.
“My brother is gross,” Gabriella tells him, as they walk down the front path towards the car. “He’ll give you cooties.”
If that’s the case, it’s far too late. “I suppose so,” he replies. “But it’s a good thing he’s sweet, too.”
Gabriella makes a gagging noise. “Love is yucky ,” she says, and Quinn laughs.
Getting out of the house in the morning has been a feat since he got here. The twins are chaotic— well, Gabriella is chaotic; Rosa just adds another person into the mix— and it was a little easier when they were sending them off to school, but now that Quinn is bringing them to the theatre, he’s directly involved in the child-wrangling. Mrs. Hernandez is sometimes working and sometimes not in the mornings, but he and Sebastián have taken it upon themselves to do the morning routine so they can give her a break.
It… feels like home. Quinn could get very, very used to this.
At the high school, he drops Gabriella off with the other kids for stage rehearsal, and then rejoins Rosa in the lobby, where she’s waiting dutifully. “Are you ready?” he asks her, and she nods, with a big smile he’s not sure he’s ever seen from her.
“Let’s go to Joann’s,” she declares, and he smiles.
“Indeed,” he replies, and they start back for the car together. “Let’s go.”
He wonders, as they set off in the car, if Rosa will be shy. Although the past few days with starting out Oz have placed them in one-on-one contact, because Rosa is his wardrobe assistant for the summer, those are the first times he’s been alone with her, without her much more talkative sister or Sebastián or Mrs. Hernandez in the mix somewhere. He knows that Rosa is shy; he’s witnessed as much, since he arrived here. He’d love to get to know her.
But he doesn’t want to push her, either, and especially doesn’t want to do the grown-up thing (goodness, he’s a grown-up) where you accidentally make a kid uncomfortable because you ask too many questions. So as he listens to his phone navigate him in the direction of the store, he keeps mostly quiet, with the radio on low volume.
Then, about three minutes into their drive, her small voice breaks the silence. “My mama says you’re staying with us this summer because my brother loves you.” As he looks over to her, she pauses. Her eyes are on him, behind her purple-rimmed glasses. “Is that true?”
“Well… yes, that’s true,” he replies, because it’s the most watered-down version of the truth. You can’t really tell a ten-year-old that your grandparents kicked you out directly because you love said ten-year-old’s brother. And boys. As a concept. “I do love your brother very much,” he adds. “And I’m very grateful to be here with you this summer.”
Both these things are true. If it weren’t for Sebastián, he has no idea where he’d be staying right now. He has nowhere to go.
It was a big and awful truth when he first faced it. But that was months ago, and he’s all right now. There are people who love him, who support him— even if they’re not blood family.
Rosa nods, like she’s a lawyer, and he’s on the witness stand. In three hundred feet, continue onto East Broadway Road , says the GPS. She folds her arms, but not in a standoffish way, and asks, “Why didn’t your mama and papa want you to come home and see them?”
Oh. This one is harder to dodge. Quinn takes a second, smoothing the front of his hair, before he replies, “Well… I don’t see much of my parents, actually.”
“Are they dead?”
It’s so quick, it almost gives him whiplash. He forgets that Rosa and Gabriella lost a parent; they’re well familiar with death. “No,” he says, gently. “They just aren’t around.”
“Oh.” Rosa hangs her head. “Sorry.”
“Oh, goodness,” he says. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t hurt my feelings or anything, I promise.”
“Okay.” At least she takes this at face value, and Quinn can relax again. In 2.3 miles, turn left onto South Dobson Road. He knows she’s still looking at him, and for some reason, he can tell she’s going to ask him another question before it comes. “Is it true you can’t hear without your headphones?”
Quinn smiles a little. He taps the hearing aid on her side and nods. “They aren’t headphones,” he says, “but yes, that’s true.”
She cranes her neck to look over the console. “Are they magic?”
He laughs. “In a way, I suppose. They let me do some things, but I’m just as much myself without them.”
“What kind of things?”
“Like listening to music.” He pauses. “And speaking English. It’s like your glasses help you see; these help me hear.”
She touches her purple frames again. “But when you did your play last summer,” she says, “some of the actors were deaf like you, right?”
“Right!” He smiles fondly. Tour seems like a lifetime ago, but he’s still in touch with some of the friends he made.
“So you used sign language,” Rosa says. “Instead of singing.”
“Combined with singing,” he replies. “It was really lovely.”
She frowns a little. “How come we couldn’t go see it?”
Oop . Gabriella has asked him this same question before. Sebastián wasn’t even sure about letting Mrs. Hernandez see the show, let alone his then-nine-year-old sisters. “Um… because it’s— well, it’s for grown-ups.”
Rosa huffs, but she doesn’t sound mad at him . Just frustrated. “That’s what Mama said.”
He’s glad she doesn’t stretch that topic any further, because he would have no idea how to explain Spring Awakening to a ten-year-old. Instead, she shifts gears. “Next time you do one, can it be for kids?”
He smiles at her. “I’ll be sure of it.”
For now, this ends Rosa’s interrogation, but she doesn’t get shy again. It’s pleasant, actually, to hear her say more than a few words at a time— from then to when they pull in at Joann, she talks about Oz , and doesn’t go quiet until they walk up to the automatic doors. Quinn grabs a carriage, because they’re definitely going to need one, and pulls the list out of his pocket.
The doors slide open, and he takes a long breath in.
It’s time.
“ Wow ,” Rosa says, from next to him, as she takes in the sight of the store in all its fabric and craft glory. “We could make, like, a million costumes in here!”
“It’s the greatest place.” Quinn might be crying a little. He leans down to her, list in-hand. “Are you ready to be my little helper?”
She actually jumps up-and-down at this. “Yeah!” she says, and it’s the most energy he’s ever seen out of her. “What should I do first?”
He brandishes the list. “Follow me.”
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It’s an absolutely religious experience.
It takes two hours, and not a second if it is wasted time. Rosa is the greatest help, always asking what’s next for her to do, and he moves through the aisles on a mission. He is in his glory, and he regrets absolutely nothing.
They stock up on the basics— tulle, yarn, and cotton, plus sequins and gingham, a few different rolls of ribbon, buttons and thread. They fill the entire cart. Each moment spent inside the store is like free serotonin to last Quinn for months.
Checking out at half of the cash in the envelope, he marks it down as an extremely successful trip. “Great job!” he says to Rosa, as they walk back into the parking lot. It’s baking-hot outside, but the heat is dry, and it’s tolerable for now. “We got everything on our list.”
Rosa is smiling, ear to ear, and has been for most of the past two hours. “Wow,” she says. “I love that place.”
“We’ll definitely be back,” he says, with a glance over his shoulder at the storefront. “But this should get us started for now.”
“ Yes ,” Rosa says, and it sounds like it’s maybe just for herself, a quiet little celebration.
He puts the bags in the back of the truck, returns the carriage, and punches the directions back to the high school into his phone. As they’re pulling out of the parking lot (he looks both ways three times, because he, as a gay, really shouldn’t be driving at all), Rosa, still in good spirits, says, “That was fun.”
“That was very fun,” he says, then holds up his palm. “Give me a high-five?” She nods and smacks it eagerly. He smiles. “That was a good one.”
“That’s because teamwork,” Rosa says, very wisely, and he nods his agreement.
“I’m really glad to have you as my helper,” he tells her. “We’re going to have fun with these costumes. And then they’ll look very pretty on stage. Just you wait.”
Rosa nods. “I like costumes,” she says. “It’s like being a fashion designer.”
“Exactly!”
He is really glad she finally opened up a little. He considers this trip a success on a number of fronts.
“Quinn?”
He looks to her. She’s giving him the lawyer stare once again. “Yes?”
She takes a short breath, then asks, “Are you and Sebastián getting married?”
He isn’t adequately prepared for how sweet the question makes him, and he feels his face get warm, like he’s blushing at the mere thought. Which, on one hand, could be embarrassing, and he’d most certainly be getting chirped or fined if Ben or Remy were around— but it’s just him and Rosa, his maybe future sister-in-law, in the car, and she’s asking honestly, and gosh, if the idea of that doesn’t make him soft all over.
So he answers honestly. “Yes,” he says, because they’ve talked about it plenty. They may not know exactly what comes after graduation, which, mind you, is still a whole year away— but they know, without a doubt, that they’re doing it together. “Not just yet, but someday.”
Rosa smiles. She nods, and folds her arms again. She’s not looking at him when she replies, but the words touch Quinn all the same. “Good.” She pauses. “‘Cause I like you.”
Now he’s definitely red in the face. This little girl is the sweetest.
Gosh, Quinn wants to be a dad someday.
As he drives along— the roads in Arizona are all straight, and they line up like a grid, like a much more stretched-out New York filled with cacti and palm trees instead of skyscrapers. He keeps thinking, being here these past few weeks, that he could see himself living here.
At the edge of his vision a ways up the road, he spots the golden arches, a giant towering advertisement. And he gets a very good idea.
“Rosa,” he says, evenly. “Do you like chicken nuggets?”
“Um, yeah ?” She doesn’t seem to have spotted it yet, but she looks over at him like he’s asked the most obvious question in the world. “What kind of a person doesn’t like chicken nuggets?”
Quinn laughs. “Fair point,” he replies, then starts to signal. “Do you want a Happy Meal?”
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Frat!Harry (3/?)
GUYSSS THOSE PICS... I HAVE BEEN BLESSED AND HEALED FOR THE NEXT CENTURY. ALL IS WELL IN MY HEART.
There’s also a sweet surprise at the end!:)
As Harry had suggested, he and Y/N started hanging out more; in just a week’s time they started taking turns giving each other a ride home after the library. By the second week they started to study at hers and other times at his and the guys from the frat would take advantage and get the help they needed while they were both around, like now, they were helping some of the freshman with philosophy.
“You two almost done?” Niall asked as he peeked into the living room.
“Yeah, just about.” Harry said before Niall reminded him that he was starving. They had planned on going to a sushi restaurant that also doubled as a karaoke bar, they were all excited to try this place out. So as soon as they finished with their last thing and were piling into Liam’s Range and headed to the place. Naturally, Harry squeezed in beside Y/N, his hand landing on her knee as he leaned forward, between the two front seats chatting and giggling with Niall and Liam. They were fun people to hang out with, Y/N also became more acquainted with Niall’s girlfriend and she had lunch with her a few times in the last few weeks or so.
“So, the Halloween party…” Liam started and Harry glanced back to Y/N, rolling his eyes because usually the responsibility ended up falling on him, “It’s this weekend, have we started buying things?”
“Yeah and I decided to recycle some stuff from last year so that we don’t spend so much, just gonna buy new cobwebs and cups, everyone will be too hammered to notice it was the same as last year.” Harry said.
“Yeah, that’s for sure!” Niall chuckled.
“Will you be coming to the party, Y/N?” Liam asked and she bit her lip.
“I wasn’t invited.” She said smiling at Harry.
“Well, I’m inviting you since your boyfriend here, seems to have forgotten!” He said making Y/N and Harry’s eyes both widen at the title Liam just threw at them so lightly, both laughing it off.
“Do you know what you’re dressing up as, Liam?” Y/N asked.
“Yeah, actually-”
“He spent a fortune on this batman costume, looks like the one from the movie! Swear it’s fucking sick.” Niall cut in, angling a bit in his seat to face Y/N.
“She was asking me, asshole. Geez…” Liam grumbled as Niall burst into laughter, as usual. “Niall is going as Scare Crow from Wizard of Oz so his girlfriend can be Dorothy.” Liam informed and Y/N hummed.
“That’s cute.”
“Yeah, she looks real good in the outfit.” Niall said grinning. “What are you guys dressing up as?” He asked looking between her and Harry, who both exchanged a glance.
“I was thinking Wednesday Adamms.”
“I can totally see that!” Liam said excitedly and Y/N smiled.
“What about you, Harry?”
“M’not sure…” he said glancing to Y/N.
“What about Ace Ventura? You’ve got some of those dad shirts, no?” She asked and everyone laughed, besides Harry of course who narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “M’just suggesting! I always dress up to characters with similar fashion as I so that I don’t have to spend money. Or very little if any at all.” She explained and Harry chuckled.
“Ace Ventura it is!” He said with feigned excitement and Y/N squeezed over the hand that was on her knee, just to assure him that she meant no harm and he flashed a little smile to her.
Dinner was going great, Hailee had met them there, and her and Niall were just so adorable, Y/N couldn’t help but be endeared by the pair. Y/N always wanted to have a boyfriend, she had only had one (which did not end well), but that didn’t tarnish her idea of caring fro someone and just being all domestic and consumed by them; she was a sucker for romance. Harry was the same, he loved company and the more innocent parts of relationships, the getting to know someone was what did him in. Sex could be received from anyone, but really falling for someone was such a lovely feeling; yeah, it led to hurt more often than not, but to him it was always worth it; he’s a true hopeless romantic.
“I’ve got you for dinner, okay?” Harry said turning to Y/N and she shook her head.
“Oh no, Harry! I got paid this weekend!” She assured him and he shook his head.
“No, please I insist. You can get next time if you really want to.” He said and she finally gave in after several attempts. They might as well have gone to sushi alone because they were wrapped up in each other completely and Liam, Niall, and Hailee were just anxiously waiting for one of them to make the damn move.
When they headed out and got back in the car Y/N let her head rest on Harry’s shoulder, his heart was hammering against his chest because he wanted to hold her hand, it was just laying idly on her lap and he really considered reaching over and intertwining their fingers together. It was a fifteen minute drive to the frat house… he had a little time to decide. The radio was playing I Melt With You and she was softly singing along to the words and he just took the chance, reached over in the dark and let his fingers fall into the spaces between her fingers and she stopped singing and he panicked for a moment until her hand squeezed his lightly and she resumed humming. The grin he was wearing was almost embarrassing, but he didn’t care. He was just happy that this was actually happening, that Y/N was holding his hand, he even moved their hands onto his thigh, letting his thumb run over the side of her hand soothingly until they were pulling up to the house. He still needed to drive her home… She let go when they needed to unbuckle their seat belts and what not, but as soon as she had hugged Niall and Liam goodbye she hurried to Harry’s side, taking his hand again and making the short walk to his car, he was speechless really. He let her into the passenger side and then he let himself in and as they drove the short distance, their hands were connected over the console.
“I think we fit rather nicely.” she said and grinned over at him.
“Me too.” He smiled back brightly. He stopped in front of her complex and put the car in park. “I know that things are still a bit… complicated for you, but I really like you and I would love to keep getting to know you.” He said and she smiled softly at him.
“Y’know what? I don’t think they’re so complicated anymore… I worked on myself all summer, I’m happy with who I am becoming and Mike… I think I just wasn’t prepared to encounter him - and to be fair I was a bit buzzed - I really don’t feel anything more for him. I enjoy spending time with you, Harry. A lot.” She admitted.
“So, let’s go to the halloween party together.” He said and she nodded.
“Let’s do that.”
“I’ll pick you up Friday night then? 8:30?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She smiled and then let go of his hand to lean over the console and press a kiss to his cheek once more, leaving him frozen and she giggled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before stepping out of the car.
Harry was left blushing, the skin over his left cheek was tingling with the feeling of her lips, his mind playing the moment over and over as she walked off, digging through her purse for her keys. He wanted to kiss her so badly, his lips were tingling to press against hers and just feel them plush against his own. Before he even knew it he was jogging up to her, she turned around when he called her name and he just walked right up to her, taking her face in the palms of his hands and gently angling her up, they were both panting, as he looked into her eyes, she was nervous, but he smiled and leaned forward until his lips pressed to hers. He heard her keys drop to the floor and her warm hands slide up against his own hands as her lips molded together with his softly. Fireworks were exploding behind his eyelids when they fluttered shut and something about being with her this way felt so familiar and right. These little jolts of electricity seemed to be shooting all over his body every time their lips connected and his heart was pounding harder than it ever had. Y/N was putty in his hands, he was soft and smelled incredible, his lips were smooth and inviting, she could feel the butterflies swarming in her tummy non-stop until she pulled back for a breath and smiled up at him, her bottom lip swollen nicely and bitten between her front teeth.
“Wow.” She whispered, her lips tingling and he blushed, hard, his own lips felt all tingly and warm.
“Sorry, I just really needed to kiss you.” He whispered, looking into her eyes and she smiled, looking down at her shoes, still a little too shy too look directly in his eyes, especially after that kiss.
“S’alright, it was very nice.” She said, finally managing to look into his eyes, she couldn’t even suppress a smile.
“That’s good.” He giggled before squeezing her into a hug, “I’ll uh- see you tomorrow.” He said and she nodded, waving him off until he took off.
Once behind her gate, Y/N was smiling so hard it hurt, and much like Harry’s skin, her lips were buzzing and veins pumping with adrenaline at the thought of having kissed Harry, even if it was just one of those very simple pecks.
She couldn’t really explain it… the things she felt for him were wholesome. She’d never experienced such blossoming and evolving things for someone. Harry was like those eight-sided Rubik’s cubes; he seemed impossible to figure out, but it was worth it in the end. There was always something interesting to learn about him and if they disagreed on anything they would talk about it, not avoid it.
Y/N found that if she didn’t see him she missed him, his voice, his warmth, and smile. She loved his corny jokes just as much as she loved making him laugh, it was quite the contagious laugh. She also caught herself thinking about him more often than not… in just three months he had settled into this spot in her heart that seemed to have been created specifically for him. She was falling for Harry Styles.
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“Cool Down”
fandom: Superman generally, can fit into comics/Smallville/DCAU/etc
pairing/warnings: Clark Kent x Lex Luthor, NSFW/smut involved
summary: Nothing is better on a hot day than having a boyfriend with super powered freeze breath.
also on AO3
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If someone walked in, he was screwed.
It was 86 degrees in Metropolis and Lex had spent the past six hours walking on the streets- he’d had to give a speech and talk to a union.
As soon as he’d gotten back to the safety of the Lexcorp building, he’d barked at his secretary to not bother him with anything, shut the door to his office, closed the blinds, and propped his desk chair directly up next to the air conditioner.
And now he found himself in an admittedly undignified position: tipped back in his office chair, feet propped up on the top of the air conditioner so that the fan was blowing cool air directly down his pant legs. It was heavenly. He could already feel the sweat chilling on his heated skin.
He was tipped so far back in his chair he was staring at the ceiling. He’d left the lights off- too bright. Reminded him of the sun. The room was sunken in purple shadow, panes of dim light coming from the slits in his blinds.
He took a luxuriously long gulp of chilled perrier while he loosened his tie and undid the top THREE buttons of his dress shirt (what a scandal).
Lex sank down further against the black leather seat, hearing it creak under his weight as he bent back.
When he heard a knock followed by a quick opening of the door, he panicked. And in his panic, kicked out against the air conditioner. The chair lost balance and with a crash he toppled over onto the ground- legs flying out over his head as he nearly somersaulted backward.
“M-Mr.Luthor?!” his secretary’s voice squeaked, a very reasonable amount of fear in her voice.
“What?!” he snapped, immediately leaping to his feet so fast it made his own head spin. “I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed!”
“I’m sorry” she flinched. “You just always said that Mr.Kent should always have priority and-“
Clark’s head popped through the half open doorway, big smile on his face, not a drop of sweat on him, hair perfectly in place. The bastard.
Lex could feel heat in his own face completely separate from the outdoor temperature. He picked his office chair up off the ground and set it right, as loudly and aggressively as possible.
“Fine.” Lex said, dismissing the secretary with a wave of his hand. She breathed a sigh of relief at avoiding being fired for the present moment, and darted away.
Clark closed the door behind him and sauntered in, hands in his pockets and too smug smile on his face.
You look….” Clark paused, eyes scanned Lex up and down, from the unbuttoned and untucked shirt, the loosened tie, the beads of sweat on his forehead and collecting on his collarbone. “…debauched.”
Lex rolled his eyes. “Not all of us have bodies impervious to changes in climate.”
Clark sat on the edge of Lex’s desk “You wear it well.”
Lex scoffed, sitting back in his chair (though careful to maintain his balance in it now…) and taking another swig of his drink. The bottle was cold, dripping perspiration. He put it against the back of his neck, almost groaning at the immediate cold relief it brought.
When he looked up, Clark was perched on the edge of the desk still, looking at him with his lower lip caught between his teeth. “Want some help beating the heat?” he offered.
Lex took the bottle from his neck and placed it on the desk, then leaned forward, running his hand across his throat and down the plane of his chest, purposefully provocative as he looked up at Clark through his eyelashes. “I suppose you might as well make yourself useful if you’re here.”
Clark seated himself more fully on the desk and patted his thigh. “Put your leg up.” he said. Clark could be infuriating. He had his own special brand of cocky assuredness that he somehow managed to always make seem wholesome and jovial. His eyes were all sparkling Smallville blue skies, not a hint of guile. But the naughty smirk poised on his lips said otherwise.
Lex frowned but complied, slapping his much more slender leg over Clark’s thigh with deliberate and petulant force.
Clark looked him in the eye as he undid the laces on his shoe, easing it off his foot and tossing it to the ground, then pulling his sock off.
He pulled Lex’s leg forward, holding him by the ankle, and dipped his head down, long dark eyelashes visible against his cheek as he pursed his lips and slowly breathed ice breath against the sole of Lex’s foot.
Lex shivered, his breath hitching as Clark looked up from his task, blue eyes meeting his and gaze unwavering as he took a breath and then slowly blew out on each individual toe, his full, parted, lips so close they were practically touching Lex’s skin.
“Does it feel good?” he asked softly.
Lex nodded.
Clark pushed up the leg of Lex’s slacks, rubbing his cheek against the soft, hairless white skin of his calf before breathing gently, cooling the skin to the bone everywhere the huff of air from his mouth touched.
Clark repeated the procedure on Lex’s other foot and leg, delighting when Lex grunted and shifted in his chair when he laid an unexpected bite on his ankle bone.
“Come here” Lex commanded and Clark smiled prettily as he dropped Lex’s leg and climbed across the desk, straddling Lex’s lap.
He pressed his mouth against his neck, blowing cold air gently in between kisses and laps of his tongue which was as cold as an ice pack. Lex groaned, arching his hips up against Clark, snaking his arms around him and squeezing his thighs through his slacks.
Lex loved the way Clark’s erection felt grinding against his through the fabric of their suits. The friction and restriction of expensive designer fabric on him just intensified the urgency of his need. He made a keen of desperation as he humped against Clark, the desk chair squeaking under their combined weight.
Clark unbuttoned Lex’s shirt carefully- knowing from experience that he’d be reprimanded harshly if he dared rip any of Lex’s Armani, even if it was in the throes of passion. Even his fingers felt blissfully cool against Lex’s skin as he slid them across the sweat soaked planes of his torso. Then he dropped his head and ran the tip of his tongue, cold and wet like an ice cube, around Lex’s nipples, drawing them into hard points almost immediately.
“You think you’d be any cooler if you weren’t wearing a suit…?” Clark suggested, pawing at Lex’s crotch, running the heel of his palm roughly over the curve of his cock beneath the seam.
“I have a meeting in an hour.” Lex said between gritted teeth.
“I think that’s plenty of time.” Clark said agreeably. He swirled his tongue around Lex’s earlobe. “I’ll try not to make too much of a mess of you.”
“There won’t be a mess if you swallow it all” Lex replied, pulling his belt undone and dropping it to the ground beside him.
Clark’s mouth was useful for freezing breath but Lex found it was even nicer when it was warm for him.
Lex never got tired of seeing Clark on his knees, hunched under Lex’s desk, taking his cock in his mouth.
He threaded his fingers through Clark’s hair, guiding his head down until he was bobbing over his lap in a steady rhythm. Clark made noise when he gave head- muffled little hums of appreciation that vibrated lovely in his throat, loud breaths through his nose like a race horse that Lex felt in puffs of air against his exposed cock every time he withdrew, and utterly obscene slurping sounds even though saliva always seemed to spill from the sides of his lips anyway once he started going with enough gusto. It was enough to drive Lex mad, digging his fingers against the nape of Clark’s neck as he thrust upward into the tight heat of his mouth.
It didn’t take long before he was coming, arching his back against his chair and holding Clark’s head down so hard that he was gagging on him. Clark swallowed all the mess- as promised- and released Lex with a gasp.
Clark wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and adjusted his glasses as he stood up, looking flushed and pleased with himself with red, swollen, lips.
Lex took Clark’s face in his hands and kissed him, tasting himself on Clark’s tongue before he pulled away.
Clark turned his head away bashfully, smiling. “Zip up your fly, Mr.Luthor.”
Lex smirked at him and did so, but Clark stilled his hands when he began redressing and re-buttoned his shirt for him.
“When does your meeting end?”
“I’ll be home in time for dinner.” Lex said with a bite of sarcasm. He couldn’t take his own domesticity with Clark seriously. It just seemed to improbable.
“Good.” Clark said, taking Lex’s tie in his hands and tightening it up to his collar. He turned to leave but before he got to the door said over his shoulder. “Don’t fall off your desk chair again before then. I don’t want to hear about you injuring yourself.”
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Clarke POV for the queen's thief fic, pls and thanx
you know erin the anon who asked for this knew the name
Original fic here, alt-POV here!
It was probably stupid, to agree to crash with Bellamy in Vancouver, but if Clarke is going to get started with stupid decisions she's made in the whole Queen's Thief project, she's not sure crashing with Bellamy is really the place to start.
Probably she should start with the Alice-and-James episode of Marauders when she was sixteen, the first time she and Bellamy really worked together, when she realized he wasn't actually just hot, he was intelligent and sarcastic and perpetually grumpy, a great actor who took his job seriously but also made sure to text his baby sister every time they had a lull in filming. And they worked really well together, well enough to make her sad they didn't do it more often. But it wasn't--it was a crush, and it was a crush that lingered until the show ended, and popped back up when they'd run into each other again. Bellamy would keep on being awesome, and Clarke would keep on wondering what he'd say if she asked him to make out. It was a pretty good system, as far as she was concerned.
She'd nearly had a heart attack when he texted her out of nowhere, and her next stupid choice was probably agreeing to help him with the show, but--she liked the books, she liked the project, and she needed something to do. It was completely and totally the right choice for her career and her own mental well-being.
It's just stupid, because she's definitely falling in love with Bellamy, and she absolutely shouldn't be in his apartment in the morning, making her way to his kitchen in her pajamas, feeling close and intimate and far too much.
And that's before she sees him at the coffee machine, in his own flannel pants and a faded Batman t-shirt, before he turns and says, "Morning," in a rough, deep voice.
This is absolutely the stupidest thing she's ever done. Not even close.
"Coffee in a few minutes," he adds, pushing his glasses up when they slide down his nose, and that at least distracts her. She hasn't seen him in his glasses in years. She wasn't sure she was ever going to again.
"Wait, you really wear glasses?" she asks, delighted. "I thought that was a James Potter thing."
He adjusts them again, flushing a little. "No, they're mine. I usually wear contacts, but if I put them in before coffee I'd probably lose an eye."
"Hey, don't rush on my account," she teases. He looks so good in the morning, it should be illegal. People aren't supposed to look like that when they just rolled out of bed. He's soft and warm and the tangle of his hair looks so soft and perfect. "I like them," she continues, and can't help adding, "So, you really don't sleep shirtless, huh?"
He raises his eyebrows at her. "Neither do you."
"I figured I should make myself presentable for company," she says, prim. It's mostly true; she sleeps naked at home, but she always feels awkward doing it when she's staying with someone else. So she slept in her pajamas and it took forever to drift off, less because she was unaccustomed to wearing clothes and more because she was aware of being in Bellamy's space, aware of how close he was and how easy it would be to go to his room.
Which probably is why she goes to stand next to him at the coffee machine; if they're going to be close, she wants to be close. She'll be back in LA soon, and she's going to miss him so much.
"Oh, trust me," he says, with a friendly leer. "I think shirtless people are always presentable."
"Maybe tomorrow," she says, bumping her hip against his. Normal friend stuff, definitely. This is what people do. "What do you have for breakfast?"
"Not much, sorry. I haven't had time to go shopping this week."
"The busy life of the Hollywood A-lister," she teases, and he snorts.
"I don't think any of the Hollywood A-listers live in Vancouver. This is basically B-list Hollywood." The coffee finishes, and he grabs two mugs, adds sugar and milk for both of them. "I might have cereal? And eggs? We can go out."
"Aren't you a good cook or something?"
"I never said I was cooking for you," he says. "You were just assuming. I usually eat at craft services."
"You're not even supposed to be on set for hours."
"I go in early."
"Well, you have guests," she says, and pushes herself off the counter so she can look in his fridge. "I can make eggs."
"You know how to make eggs?"
He sounds way too dubious, and she scowls over her shoulder. "Eggs are easy, Bellamy. Anyone can make eggs."
"Tell me how you think you make eggs. Before I let you near my stove. Or my fridge. Basically anything I own."
"You can supervise," she says, without thinking about it, and of course he does, and it is, honestly, the most embarrassingly domestic shit. And they do it every time Clarke visits, and it's so fucking easy that she feels like she shouldn't even go back home. Not when she could be with him.
"You know you could talk to him, right?" Wells asks. It's two days before Thanksgiving, and Clarke might be moping a little. She was hoping Bellamy would be back in LA, but his sister's family decided to go to him instead, and she felt like it would be weird to invite herself along. Plus, her mom would be upset. But mostly--weird.
"I talk to him all the time," she tells him. "We're in constant contact."
"I meant about this," says Wells. "You're an adult. Adults talk about their feelings. You'd feel better."
"That sounds like something someone who's happily in a relationship would say," she grumbles.
"How do you think I got into a happy relationship? I talked to Maya and told her I was interested and she was too and now we're dating. That's how it's supposed to go. That's how it would go with you and Bellamy."
"You think?" she asks, and hates herself for how hopeful she sounds. Then again, she's talking about the equivalent of a high-school crush. So she's probably not supposed to feel mature about it. "Scratch that. It's not important. I'm not going to talk to him about it because we're working together, and the show's more important."
"It's really not." He squeezes her shoulder. "And even if it was, you could still work with him, right? And if you couldn't, you don't need to work with him this much. You don't have to be as involved in the show as you are."
This is, of course, completely true, but it doesn't make Clarke feel better. She likes being way too involved in the show. She loves her job.
It's just that her feelings for Bellamy are heavily involved in that love. She loves that it's theirs.
"Maybe we won't get a season two," she offers. "Then it won't be an issue."
"Sure, if you want. But I saw that video of you two at the upfronts," he adds, unimpressed. "I'm pretty sure it's not an issue either way."
*
"You must be Clarke!"
Clarke recognizes Bellamy's sister and her family from Bellamy's ten-thousand pictures of them, and just like in those pictures, they feel intimidatingly perfect and vaguely unreal. Which she knows is a weird way to feel for someone who works in the entertainment business, but--Octavia Blake really has the life they're always working on selling. She's a young, beautiful woman with a perfect husband, an adorable child, and a doing older brother.
Clarke isn't jealous of her, not exactly, but she's a little intimidated. Octavia Blake seems to know exactly who she is and what she wants, and, unlike Clarke, she actually has it.
"What, I don't even get a hello?" Bellamy asks, but he can't keep the smile out of his voice. "Clarke, my sister Octavia, her husband Lincoln, and--where's the baby?"
"Asleep, so you can't hold her yet, weirdo," says Octavia. She gives Bellamy a hug, and then hesitates for half a second before giving Clarke one too. "It's so great to finally meet you!"
"You too," says Clarke. "Thanks for inviting me."
"I've been telling him to bring you over, like, every time he's been in LA for months."
"We've been busy," Bellamy grumbles, like he isn't grinning ear to ear. "You want to meet the dog, right? She's the real draw."
"Obviously. I see humans all the time."
The dog is an enthusiastic bundle of energy that looks like some sort of collie mix, and she is very, very excited to make a new friend in Clarke. They have a billion toys for her, and Clarke is happy to be on frisbee duty, both to get out of interacting with the baby, and--far more importantly--to get out of seeing Bellamy interact with the baby. He's nothing but big smile and careful attention when it comes to his niece, and Clarke does not need to see that. It's actively bad for her.
They have a picnic lunch, because, again, this is the most wholesome shit, and once they're done, Kira wanders around in the grass with Bellamy and Lincoln supervising, Clarke goes to play with the dog, and Octavia comes to talk to her.
Which she was expecting. She's not nervous.
"How's the show going?" she asks.
Clarke smiles. "Great. I assume Bellamy doesn't shut up about it."
"Not on the phone, but as soon as he's actually here all he can think about is the baby."
"Yeah, she's going to be the most spoiled kid in the world if he has his way," she says, unable to keep a fond smile off her face.
"I'm pretty sure that's Bell's actual dream," Octavia muses. "Having enough money to just give everyone in the world he loves everything they want."
"No," Clarke says, without thinking. "Not everything. He cares too much about--not to sound like a dick, but Bellamy actually knows the value of hard work. He wants her to have enough, not to have it all."
Octavia hums, and Clarke realizes that was absolutely a weird thing to say. Just because she's pretty sure it's true, doesn't mean it's not weird.
"But she's going to have the best Christmases and birthdays ever," she adds quickly, before Octavia can say anything else. "That's for sure."
"And you haven't even seen what's under our Christmas tree yet." Her smile is a little too sly and knowing for Clarke's comfort, but it's not like she was really expecting to hide her massive crush from Octavia. It's enough of a miracle she's apparently hiding it from Bellamy. "You're coming, right? For Christmas Eve. Bell said he invited you."
"If you're sure," she says. "It's Kira's first Christmas, right? I don't want to--it's a family thing."
"Yup," Octavia agrees, bright. "So you're definitely coming."
She's the most obvious person in the world. "Yeah. I'll be there."
Bellamy comes and picks her up for Christmas Eve, and they have a nice dinner and end up getting talked into staying the night. Bellamy makes her take the guest room while he crashes on the couch, and she has to stop herself at least three times from going out and dragging him back to share with her before she finally drifts off.
Kira has about fifty billion presents in the morning, and Clarke watches Octavia and Lincoln help her open them while she sits next to Bellamy on the couch, warm and close and so perfect it makes her heart ache. This is what she wants. Everything else is a bonus.
They do hugs all around before they take off, and Octavia gives Clarke an extra-tight squeeze and says, "So, same time next year?"
It feels so dangerous. But all she can say is, "Yeah. Can't wait."
*
Boston sucks.
Okay, it's not Boston, Boston didn't do anything wrong. It's not Boston's fault. It's just that Bellamy is finally back in LA now that the first season has wrapped, and Clarke could be there with him, getting started on the second season they don't even have yet, and instead she's actually farther away from him, in a different timezone, and they have enough trouble coordinating just watching the show together, let alone anything else.
So when she gets a call from the network a week before they're set to wrap filming to tell her they've decided to pick up the show and will be sending her paperwork for her and Bellamy on Monday, she figures--that's the kind of news she should share in person, right? They don't need her on-set for the last week. They'll be fine.
It's less than twenty-four hours before she's on his doorstep, shifting from one foot to the other, giddy with excitement about getting to see him and getting to share the news.
So, of course, her phone buzzes, and she's incapable of not checking it. Maybe the old people are right, and modern technology really is ruining everything. This is a big moment, and she's probably going to be distracted by putting out some fire across the country.
Bellamy: Why is someone at my house?
Then again, maybe not.
Me: I don't know why you think I'd knowAre they in your house?Call the police if you're about to be stabbed
Bellamy: DoorbellI never get visitors
Me: Dial 9-1-1 so you're ready to hit send if it's someone who wants to murder you
Bellamy: Thanks
Me: Life hack
She hits the doorbell one more time for good measure, and he answers a second later. He clearly wasn't expecting visitors, because he's wearing his Hufflepuff pajama pants, a Schuyler sisters t-shirt, and his glasses, with a good two days of stubble, staring at her in open disbelief.
Clarke loves him so much it's unreal.
"Did you know I am actually the best producer in the world?" she asks. "Because I got us picked up for another season. Already. So any time you want to--"
She just sees the flash of his smile for a second, and then his hands are cupping her face and his mouth is on hers, warm and solid and perfect. At first, she can't even respond, too busy trying to catalog everything: the feel of his thumb against her jaw, the lingering flavor of his toothpaste, the slight tremor in his hands like he's nervous this isn't okay.
And then she's grinning into it, guiding him inside without breaking the contact, pushing his door closed with her foot. He doesn't waste any time, trapping her up against it and sliding his tongue against her lips until she opens for him, and it's so, so good, it's everything she wanted--
Except she needs to be sure.
He slides away, pressing kisses down her jaw to her throat, and her breath comes out rough and shaky. She could fuck him first, right? Even if he's just happy they got renewed, there's nothing wrong with a quick celebratory bang with the guy you're in love with.
"If I knew I just had to get the show renewed for you to make a move, I would have worked harder on it," she manages. It feels safe.
He gives her a gentle bite where her jaw meets her neck. "It was the leaving for two months. Fuck, I missed you."
She lets out a relieved laugh, but it's not quite all the way there. "As long as it's not just enthusiasm for the second season. Maybe you do this to all your producers."
Bellamy must hear it too, because he pulls back, giving her a soft, warm smile. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you how I feel for--way too long. You getting back was my deadline. I was going to try to come up with a speech."
She kind of collapses into his arms, which would be embarrassing, but he doesn't seem to care. Honestly, he seems just as relieved as she does to have it cleared up, nuzzling and kissing her hair, rubbing her back, just holding onto her too.
Obvious is probably kind of relative. That's what everyone's been telling her. It wasn't obvious to them.
She kisses his shoulder. "That was weird, right? I made it weird."
He laughs. "You do keep telling me you suck at personal relationships. I should have believed you." This kiss is softer, warmer, less raw passion. Which is fine. She likes passion, of course. But she's pretty sure they can have hot, desperate teenage make-out sessions once they're done with feelings. "I don't mind establishing that I'm in love with you," he says, mouth quirking into a smile. "I definitely am. I was planning to lead with that."
Her life is awesome. "I had a crush on you when I was sixteen," she admits, laughing into his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"You were hot! You were my go-to yes, I'm definitely into guys guy for like five years. Not that I--" she can't help adding. "I got over it. For a while. I wasn't weirdly pining or anything."
"Glad you stopped getting over it," he says, and Clarke really has to agree.
*
She's on their couch with her feet in Bellamy's lap while he plays some weird imported Japanese RPG Monty recommended when she gets the call about the third season. She gestures for him to mute the game.
"Hey, Roan."
"Clarke. How's the boyfriend?"
"Unshaven, unshowered, generally a giant nerd. How are you?"
"Much the same, although something less of a nerd. And my beard is both richer and more deliberate than his."
Clarke didn't sell the show to Roan just because they're sort of weird friends, but it was definitely a connection she mercilessly leveraged. It helps that he likes the show, of course. But she's also awesome at networking.
"If your jawline was as good as his, you wouldn't want to hide it either."
"Yes, I'm sure that's it and not just that he's unable to grow real facial hair."
"Miller grows out his beard every hiatus just so he'll be jealous, yeah." Bellamy raises his eyebrows, and Clarke just grins. "Did you have something to say, or do you just want to talk shit about my boyfriend?"
"Both. We're giving you the third season. Be prepared for a lot of fights about how much you're allowed to focus on Costis."
"I've already got an actor lined up for him. John Murphy. I promise we're going to make it work."
"I believe you. That's why you're renewed. Paperwork on Monday, official announcement in a month. Tell Bellamy congratulations."
"Will do. Later, Roan."
"That sounded friendly," says Bellamy, careful. "I assume that means good news."
"Third season," she says, climbing into his lap for a long kiss. "And you already confessed your love after the first renewal, so I don't know how you're going to top that."
He doesn't miss a beat. "I've got a ring in the dresser. If Roan had warned me, I would have had it ready, but--"
"Seriously?" Clarke asks.
His shrug isn't as fluid as he wants, and he's not looking at her. "If you want. If you don't, it's not--"
She kisses him again, warm and deep and joyful, and he tugs her closer. "You know you don't have to time all of our relationship milestones with the show, right?" she teases.
"I know. But we might as well do it for as long as we can, right?"
She laughs. "We definitely can't coordinate the wedding with a fourth season pickup."
"Nah. But I bet we can figure something out."
"Yeah," she agrees. "No problem."
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