
hartwin tho.
mostly hartwin, ladies, and a hint (a lot?) of deancas. enjoy.
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home of the deancas figure skating au: Sequins and Spirals
prompts are open!

+writing: deancas, hartwin, and lots of smut
+tracking: bespoketwinks, satintwinks, taronkray
♡ hartwin ♡
i will write you anything your little heart desires


+reading: fanfics, re-reading inexhaustible silence of houses, the song of achilles
+watching: kingsman, spn, the good place, grey's anatomy
+listening: savage garden, sabrina claudio
\(*T▽T*)/
I screwed up, Oliver.
Connor has no idea how to fix this. He just knows that he has to.
It’s never been like this before. He’s never felt this.
A dark pain pulsing just under his ribcage. He can’t breathe.
Oliver’s the best thing he’s had in a really, really long time, and he blew it. They weren’t boyfriends. It shouldn’t be a big deal.
But, Jesus, Oliver was crying.
“Oliver, please,” he says into the phone, his fourth message on Oliver’s voicemail. “I fucked up. I did, but I didn’t know. I’m not, I never…”
He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. He didn’t know this would hurt Oliver? That’s bullshit. He knew. That’s why he hesitated in the first place. But still, he went through with it.
Anything to get what he needed. No, what he wanted. And at any cost.
He’s paying for it now.
“She removes her wig, her eyelashes, her makeup, never breaking eye contact with the reflection of her natural self. It’s an intimate, powerful moment television doesn’t often show: A black woman removing all the elements white supremacy tells her she has to wear to be beautiful, successful, powerful.” (x)
..And he did this thing to my ass that made my eyes water.
i will dEFINITELY be writing fic based on that episode
just give me time to get through this intense sexual frustration