He's letting him in. He'll use this like he's used every scrap of information Andrew has given him. This is a mistake.
(Fletcher walks him home from the jazz club. Andrew invites him in, to talk.)
Teenage dirtbag malcontent heirs, like ships that pass in the night.
Masks, and the people who wear them.
At Blackmoor Gwen waits, without her bridegroom.
Meredith and David enjoy a private moment, or rather, Meredith enjoys it.
Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch.
Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.
Jay-z gives Rihanna the Talk.
Scott's noticed some things during his time with the Geckos. Is now the right time to bring it up? Probably not.
Parker and Hardison pretend to be married for a job.
Author summary from Snickfic:
He was so tall. Conor mostly forgot that, somehow. Dumo was the first of the Wilkes-Barre guys to make it to the show, but he was still one of them, an equal - until now, as Conor surveyed the terrain and felt pretty damned unequal.
Dumo met Conor’s eyes. His cheeks were apple-red. “Please?” Dumo said, as though even now Conor might leave him hanging.