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Swear Jar

It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again

Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside… If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here! 

It’s also on AO3 :

The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.

It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.

Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.

(She never does, it’s food after all.

Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.

Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)

“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note

‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.

(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)

It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.

Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.

Lee :)

And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.

“I heard that too!”

She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.

She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.


The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.

Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.

Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.

“I’ll cover it.”

And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.

Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.

But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.

“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”

By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.


“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.


“Your sister and Lena.”


“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”

“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”

“I give them two months.”


The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.

Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.

This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.

Way smoother.

But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.

(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)

“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.

“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.

“Alex, no.”

“We should watch The L Word.”

“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.

Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.

The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.

“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”


“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”

They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.

She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.


Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.

(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.

Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)

But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.

Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.

(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.

The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)

When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?

And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.

(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)


Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.

Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.

(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.

And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)

The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.

It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.

And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.

“Alex! What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Is it?”

She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.

But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.

“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.

She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.

“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.

Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.

Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.

“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.

Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.

Buy two bottles of bleach.

Love Me One More Time (Part 1)

Originally posted by brooklynnbros

Summary: There’s a history that is never spoken of, one that is never touched, one that is wholly painful. Almost as painful as the tightening in Bucky’s chest when he sees you for the first time in years, when he learns that, though he is still madly in love with you, you could never love him the way you used to.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern!AU)

Wordcount: 3,678 (lol wHAT the fuck sorry i got carried away)

A/N: I haven’t written in like…what, a month? But I’m doing it!! So, enjoy! Buckle up for an emotional roller coaster :)

Warnings: angst :)

Part 1 / 2 (coming soon)


The apartment was a battlefield of chaos and disorder.

Natasha Romanoff, in all her glorious dexterous adroitness, had actually managed to almost drop a rather expensive duo of wine when she collided with one Wanda Maximoff, who almost lost her secured grip on a large glass bowl of salad in her perfectly manicured hands.

You felt rather cruel, really, just watching them from your safe haven in the living room. But you were also remarkably relieved that you were taken off of kitchen duty after the events of the last dinner party. Since then, you’d been assigned to tidy up the living area and to set up the dining table. Now that you could do with skill.

So, you did just that while your roommates Natasha and Wanda fussed around in the kitchen, cooking up enough for eight grown adults. 

Natasha was a Muay Thai instructor who knew more about snapping a grown man’s neck in two seconds than she did about cooking terms. Wanda was working towards a Ph.D. in Psychology- she knew more about the human mind than she did about boiling noodles. And you? You were a mediocre elementary teacher who knew more about how to shut an entire classroom up than you did about whipping up a classy Cheesecake.

It was safe to say that you three were in no way prepared for tonight’s dinner party.

But it was happening, whether you were prepared or not, for things were official. Invitations had already been sent out weeks ago; Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were to marry in two weeks, and the latter had wanted the group of old friends to gather for a small dinner party to celebrate.

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ceo!ashton looking in the mirror for longer than necessary each morning to make sure he looked in tip top shape for when you came into his office every so often to talk to him about his appointments and upcoming events. he couldn’t help himself, you were so classy and elegant, and god the way your hips were always tightly fitted into the short skirts you wore, your slim legs always tanned and sleek, your blouse one button too short, showing off your breasts a little more than you should be, he just couldn’t help himself from staring. and you noticed - in fact you noticed a long time ago - but you decided to linger the tension in the air for a little longer, see if he would actually do something - make a move, whisper something in your ear as you walked past - and god forbid when he did do something that he did it well because he wouldn’t have you not settling for the best. and that day when you wore that short black skirt and those red heels with your white blouse which showed more skin than he could handle, he had you bending over his desk, his tight grip on your hair had you in euphoria as you tried your best not to mess up the reports on his desk from squirming so much

Ceo!5sos night with featuringluke &quiffedluke ☺️

Hazard pt. 4

final. i know i said i was going to update other things, but i felt the need to finish this. with it done, i can focus on everything else!

mafia!au. chen/reader 2161 words, slight angst? i also suggest reading the third part again before this.

(don’t worry i’ll post a sort of epilogue for those who like happy endings.)

first, second, third


You guess it was the lack of sleep and lack of caffeine that made you think going to the 23 story building was a good idea.

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anonymous asked:

for ceo blurb night -- raising kids to not be stuck up even tho their dad is ceo, rival dad ceos and their son and daughter fall in love

When your daughter, Amber, came home with a goofy expression on her face, you knew something was different. Maybe it was the way she seemed happier - lighter, somehow, or the way her eyes seemed to radiate nothing but warmth.

But no, the thing that tipped you off was the puffiness around her lips.

You decided against telling Luke. As CEO of his own business, he had the unfortunate tendency to leap to the worst conclusions and begin threatening people. No…He didn’t need to know just yet.

You gave her a few minutes to settle in before climbing up the extravagant staircase leading to the third floor. Your fingertips glided over the bannister, remembering the day Luke had told you he’d bought a house, claiming ‘it has to be bigger with a kid on the way’.

Although you were initially reluctant, you caved in the moment you saw the place. The house was beautiful and you knew you’d be able to make memories in it.

However, your one condition for moving into the place was that you’d try to give Amber a normal childhood - not one of a CEO’s child, one of a normal girl. You didn’t want her to turn into one of those snobbish, entitled heirs that walked around with their noses upturned at everything.

You knocked on her door, hearing her yell for you to enter a moment later. Carefully, you pushed open the door and walked inside. “Hey, mum,” She greeted, barely looking up from her phone.

You rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Who’s the boy?”

Amber froze, her eyes reluctantly drifting up to meet yours. “Um… What?”

“Or girl, I don’t care. But, you’ve found someone, haven’t you?” You asked, trying to hold back the smile that threatened to spread across your face.

Amber’s eyebrows stitched together as she thought, weighing out her options. “Yes, I have.”

At this point the smile weaved across your lips, a small sound of excitement leaving your mouth. “Really?! Tell me about them!”

Her eyes flickered to the door, noting that it was shut. “Well, he’s sweet and kind - he always looks out for me. And he’s smart, too, which is great because it means he can help me when I’m stuck with homework. His sense of humour is exactly like mine and…It just feels like it’s meant to be.”

You cooed, finding the way she gushed about the mysterious boy extremely endearing. “And you’re dating?”

Amber blushed, nodding steadily. “For five months.”

“Wow…” You trailed off, a mix of emotions working their way through your body. You were happy for her - so happy that she had someone who made her feel the way Luke made you feel. On the other hand, you were cursing your parental skills at the fact that she’d managed to keep it a secret for so long.

“Guys? Where are you?!” The sound of your husband’s voice broke through the air. Amber opened her mouth to speak, her face tense, but you’d already yelled back to inform him of your whereabouts.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere,” Luke walked through the door, ruffling Amber’s hair and giving you a quick kiss. You beamed, always finding yourself happy around him.

“Guess what!” You said, nudging his shoulder. At his bewildered expression, you rolled your eyes and barrelled on. “Amber has a boyfriend.”

Luke’s face pulled an expression of shock, jaw falling slack. “You do?!” He directed the question at your daughter who nodded, bashfully.

“She was with him just before she came home, that’s how I knew,” You explained, Amber’s mouth falling over as a dreadful realisation seems to fall over her. With the way she looked at you, you got the impression she wanted to hit you.

“What?” You held up your hands, confused. You looked to the side to see Luke scowling.

“I saw you at the park with that awful Clifford kid half an hour ago… Is he your boyfriend?” Luke’s lip curled around the word as if it were poison.

Amber nodded, looking a little nervous. “I know what you’re going to say-“

“The Clifford’s are bad people, Amber, they cheat their way to the top and use everyone around them,” Luke spat, bitterness seeping into his voice. You reached out to pat his arm.

A few years back, a business deal between Luke and Michael, CEO of Clifford Enterprises, has gone sour, resulting in a massive loss for Luke and a profit for Michael. Things hadn’t been the same ever since, Luke trusting no one with the last name Clifford.

“Dad, listen,” Amber interrupted, sitting up straighter. “Just because Michael was like that, it doesn’t mean Theo’s like that. He’s completely different and he knows what MIchael did was wrong. With the way he talks, it sounds like Michael feels bad too. Just because you don’t like his father, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be allowed to date someone I love.”

You stayed quiet, knowing the exchange was between your husband and daughter. Over the past years you’d kept in touch with Michael’s wife and gathered the feeling that Michael regretted screwing Luke over.

Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair, his shining wedding ring catching the light. “I guess… If he’s who you want to spend your time with, I’m not going to stop you. Just be careful, okay?”

Amber nodded, her posture lightening as if a weight just fell off her shoulders. “I will. Thank you,” She hugged him, eyes flickering over to meet yours. You nodded, pleased the situation hasn’t escalated into a shouting match.

“I want to meet him,” You said, already planning the meal you’d make when he visited.

“Okay, I think he’d like that. I’ll call him later, see when he’s free,” Amber said, looking a little excited.

You got up off the bed, heading towards the door. Luke followed shortly behind you, only after ruffling his daughter’s hair once more.

The moment you both cleared the doorway, Luke grabbed your hand “We don’t have to have the safe sex talk, do we?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ve already done it, love. She’s got everything she needs.”

Luke grunted, tongue between his teeth. “If he hurts her, I’ll kill him. Well, maybe not kill, but I’ll make him regret it and then I’ll make his life a living hell-“

“Chill, Lu,” You squeezed his arm. “She’s a big girl now. We don’t need to protect her anymore, she can make her own decisions.”

Luke nodded his head, agreeing somewhat reluctantly. “I guess you’re right.”

You laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Honey, I’m always right.”

Ceo!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Biting (Part 1)

Requests for this scenario:

seungyeon smut where you’re at a fancy dinner with people and he teases you under the table


some biting… He finds out it gets you going and just keeps teasing

Group: UNIQ

Pairing: Seungyeon x Reader

Genre: Smut

“Congratulations on the new album, boys!” the CEO said, smiling. He raised his glass for the second and last time for the night. Everyone mimicked his movements, baring their own smiles as they raised their glasses. You followed suit, ignoring Seungyeon’s hand on your right thigh, and smiled before taking a sip from your drink.

UNIQ had just released a new mini-album and their sales had reached new heights. Because of that, they were treated to dinner by the CEO of their company. It was a nice gesture and if this had been a few weeks ago, everything would be copacetic. Lately though, Seungyeon had become incredibly horny. It didn’t matter where you were, how tired he was, or what time it was; he was touching you in some way. You weren’t sure where this sudden surge of sexual frustration had come from but you were going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Since the two of you started dating, almost a year ago, Seungyeon had always been cute and happy. He was gentle with you and everything was fine. Now, he was sexy and dominating.

In fact, just before the two of you left for tonight’s dinner, you’d had a quickie which involved something new. Being that Seungyeon had always been so gentle with you, it was until a couple hours ago that he’d learned of your biting kink. Once his teeth sunk into your shoulder that first time and your moans spilled out of your body, he was pleasantly surprised. He never thought that you’d be into something so aggressive.

The entire thing had started with the dress that he’d picked out for you: a semi-tight, red dress that stopped just above your knee. After actually seeing you in it, the dress was soon pulled off and thrown to the side as his lips slid over your skin. Learning about your weakness for biting only strengthened Seungyeon’s thirst for your body.

When the two of you actually made it here, you knew that it wasn’t over, being that he sat on your right side. It was one of his new tactics: sitting on your right side so he could still fondle your thighs as he quietly ate his food.

As you put your glass back down on the table, Seungyeon slightly squeezed your inner thigh and you looked at him. He smiled happily at you, that knowing look in his eyes, before tuning his ear back to the conversation. Looking down, you became horrified when you saw that the hem of your dress was to the middle of your thighs. You slid your chair in a little, scared that someone would see where his hand was playing. Unfortunately, that only helped him, giving him easier access to your lower regions.

He drew patterns along the skin of your thighs and you suddenly became focused on your breathing. You would die if his members or his boss or anyone saw what was happening. The longer he played, squeezing and scratching your thighs, the wetter you became. It got to the point where you couldn’t help but to wish that his fingers would venture a little further.

He began to slowly rake his nails over your thighs and you shivered a little, goosebumps rising over your arms and legs. You could feel your nipples hardening against the cups of your bra. You swallowed hard, looking around at the rest of the table? Why did he have to do this here? Noticing the small amount of food on everyone’s plates, you wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. At least this dinner was almost over. You just had to hold out a little bit longer.

His nails began sliding up from your knee, continuing to your upper thighs. Your dress hiked up just a bit more as his fingers got closer and closer to your clothed wetness. Just barely touching your panties, Seungyeon was still able to feel the damp fabric and he raised an eyebrow before relaxing his fingers against your covered slit.  From the corner of your eye, you could see him smirk as he subtly licked his lips, feeling your wet panties.

You struggled to keep your eyes open and your lips sealed as his index finger moved up and down over your pussy. Slowly letting the air out of your body, you accidentally let your eyelids fall for a second. Just as you struggled to open your eyes again, Seungyeon leaned over and put his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling.

You turned your head to him, your eyes burning with lust, before slightly nodding. Staring into your eyes for a second longer, his smile grew. He sat back in his chair, withdrawing his hand from between your legs. As he announced that the two of you were leaving, you slowly pulled your dress back into place. He stood up and reached his hand down to you, helping you up. Saying your goodbyes, you grabbed your things and allowed Seungyeon to pull you out of the restaurant.


Keep You Safe (Pt.1) // Seungcheol

Summary: Life as a special agent is as exciting as it could get. Going to secret missions, fighting crime, saving people. But what will happen if you suddenly find yourself protecting a single person instead?
Word count: 2.7k
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 (Final) / Epilogue

“What do you know about Tiger?”

The man smirked, his eyes never leaving you, watching your every move. He stepped forward, launching a jab aimed at your head. You sighed internally. Why are they always so predictable? You ducked. Sidestepping to his left, you launched a punch to his stomach, surprising him with your agility. Your fist made contact with his stomach, possibly fracturing a few of his lower ribs. I should probably control my punches a bit more, you thought. Before the man can even react, you grabbed his arm and turned, pinning it on his back. Without warning, his legs gave out, making him fall flat to the ground with you perched on his back, still holding his arm tight.

“I’ll ask you one more time. What do you know about Tiger?”

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"But if we raise the minimum wage, we'll have to jack up prices!"

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Did you know that McDonald’s CEO tripled his salary without raising prices?  

Did you know CEOs make so much money that we could guillotine the lot of them, double the minimum wage, and have a nationwide barbecue to commemorate?

2017 Wishes.

Donald Trump is not inaugurated.

Kanye West rethinks everything post-Amber Rose.

The Real Housewives of Potomac adds a cast member who doesn’t look related to Vanessa Williams.

The minimum wage is raised and CEO pay caps are restructured.

Waffle House opens within a 45 min train ride of my apartment.

Brandy & Jazmine Sullivan release a song together.

Obama releases a tell-all and Samuel L. Jackson performs selected excerpts for social media.

Beyonce continues Super Bowl dominance by performing “Telephone” with Lady Gaga.

thenihilistofthevoid  asked:

Saburo stood up now it was just him and Tony, just how he wanted it since he didn't want this to look suspicious, he had been having flashbacks since he came back to New York. He wanted Tony to suffer for what he had done to him. "Tony, go and pick up the paring knife." He instructed calmly, Tony reluctantly complying with the order. "Now, for every day I was imprisoned in the Raft, cut yourself." Saburo ordered, the CEO raising the knife high and cutting his arm, screaming in pain as he did so.

Clint heard the scream and rushed to see what the commotion was about. He saw Tony taking a knife to himself and rushed to grab it and take it away.

kurorolls  asked:

Prompt time!! //w// this was from the Ridiculous Sentence Prompts post earlier--! would love to see “The skirt is short on purpose.” and “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" with rhack! :')

This labeled as 47% Virgin. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

Rhys was looking at himself in the mirror of the clothing store, admiring the cut of the skirt he’d found. His legs were to die for and definitely one of his best assets, he knew, but he couldn’t just go showing them off with any old thing. He wanted something pretty that looked expensive while also classy. Not an easy mix to pull off, but he thought this did it.

Vaughn came up behind him with two scarves in his hands. “What do you think, bro? Blue or silver?”

“By itself or with something else?” Rhys asked as he turned in the mirror, the price sticker and info bending at his hip as he admired himself.

“Maybe with that pinstripe jacket I have with the long– wow.”

Rhys looked up, catching Vaughn’s eye. “Hm?”

“You look really tall. Like really extra tall.” Rhys grinned as Vaughn took in his appearance. “Are you wearing it right? I think you need a size up,” the shorter man poked fun at the mini skirt. “Are you sure that doesn’t go around your neck?”

“The skirt is short on purpose.”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have legs like these.” Rhys struck a pose, and Vaughn just laughed.

“Nope, but I’ve got these sweet guns.” Vaughn flexed his arms, each hand holding a scarf as he pretended to kiss each bicep. Rhys laughed.

“Okay whatever. Anyways, what do you think? It’s classy, right?” It was gold, slightly shimmery and soft, with intricate lacework on the front that tapered a bit longer to the back. There was no way he could properly bend in it without showing off everything and leaving nothing to the imagination.

It was perfect.

“Is this for the club opening we’re going to with Yvette?”

“No, for work.”

Vaughn laughed at first, but when Rhys didn’t join in he raised a brow. “Just what does Jack have you doing for him these days?”

“Oh shut up,” Rhys said with a smile and pink cheeks, regardless of how he might prefer the contrary. “Jack’s secretary is really fancy– you’ve seen her. With the blue hair? And anyways someone in advertising made a comment about how ‘the personal assistant looked like they belonged in the mail room’. Right in front of me. Like he was literally standing in front of me.”

“What? No.”

“Jack airlocked him after that but he had a point. I should be dressing for the job, right? And I mean okay that shirt did have a slight coffee stain I thought I could hide under the tie, but still. I need to step up my game.”

“I guess…yeah… How much is that handkerchief anyways?” Vaughn asked as he took the price-tag next to the sticker. He whistled as he read it.

“I can afford it.”

“You could buy an entire outfit for this price.” Rhys just snorted. “Well, it does say forty-seven percent virgin silk from Hestia…. That would explain the price tag.”

“And it’s by Sophrosyne. It’s elegant, right?”

“Okay. I say get it. Now, which scarf? Blue or silver?”

Rhys was moving around some of the clutter Jack liked to leave around the office, wishing the man would at least keep it localized to his own area. The way it was spread about, anyone looking would assume that the assistant– not the CEO- was a total mess.

At least he looked sharp in his new and crazy expensive shirt, skintight leggings and fresh white shirt to compliment it.

Jack had commented on the skirt when he’d come in that morning, saying he appreciated the company colors of the honeycombed leggings and damn could Rhys wear a skirt, and were his legs always that impossibly long? The younger man had smirked, pleased he’d caught the attention, and Jack had gone back to whatever he was doing, and Rhys caught up with things requiring his attention.

He noticed Jack had been watching him for some time pensively, but the older man didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like he wanted something, or like he was trying to unsettle the younger man. More like he was trying to figure something out. Rhys ignored it as one of the CEO’s many quirks and just went about his duties until Jack finally spoke up about an hour later.

“Okay pumpkin, I’ve been thinking about this all morning and I can’t figure it out.”

“Huh?” Rhys looked at the older man, Jack’s fingers steepled below his chin, brow creased in curious thought.

“So I kind of get how someone could be half, or even three-quarters, or whatever, but how can someone be forty-seven percent virgin?”

Rhys gave him a perplexed look. Of all the questions Jack had ever proposed to him, this wasn’t even the weirdest; to top it off, Jack seemed genuinely curious. “Forty-seven?” Rhys repeated back, wondering if this was a weird joke or something. Jack just nodded, watching him intently like he was honestly interested in the answer, so Rhys did his best to try and surmise what that could be.

“Well, I guess like, if you were getting into it, but stopped halfway, that would be like fifty, right?” Rhys answered honestly, giving the question serious consideration since Jack had posed it as such. “Or maybe doing it but neither finishing? So maybe like just the tip to see or maybe it’s like you were into it but the other person was kind of like not, or–”

“So wait in your case…?”

Rhys looked up from his pondering with confusion. “In my case?”

“Yeah, what happened with you?”

They looked at one another a few moments before Rhys gave him a perturbed look. “What the hell are you even talking about?”

“Your label?”

“What label?”

“On your butt, princess.”

At Jack’s words, the younger man turned about himself, and he found the sticker from the store, the one advertising that the skirt was “forty-seven percent virgin Hestia silk”. He’d torn that off at home when he was getting dressed this morning. It had come off in two pieces. He must have accidentally sat on it or something when he was pulling on his leggings.

“Pretty bold to advertise that, kitten, but I won’t judge. I like the new, fierce Rhysie. I’m down to bring it to zero though,” Jack invited with a smirk. “If you’re looking, that is.”

Rhys’ face was scarlet as he hid his face in his palm. Vaughn would never let him live this down. Jack would probably bring it up every day for the rest of his life. The ridiculousness of the situation hit him head on, and he felt suddenly less cool than he had when he’d walked in that morning.

Rhys tore the label from his skirt and crumpled it in his hand as Jack watched him curiously. “That….was a forty-seven percent virgin silk tag from the material’s description…” Rhys told him, mortified. Jack was already up from his seat with chuckles, telling the younger man to look at him with an utterly amused grin. Rhys wouldn’t pry his hand from his face, grunting defiantly, “I’m not a virgin, dammit. Forty-seven percent or otherwise.”

“That’s a relief,” Jack told him with a laugh and smirk. “So, what are you doing after work, kitten?”

Rhys snorted in amusement behind his hands, looking out at the CEO. “Really?” Jack just raised a brow at him with an amused but non-teasing smile. Rhys felt his face heating, but excitement in his gut as the open invitation seemed genuine. “Well, there’s this new club opening tonight…”