Note to self: Don’t write drunk because then sober you is left to clean up your fucking messes and try to decipher where drunk brain was taking the story
Another book recommendation is coming up: so read ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ if you never have. It’s the best novel about revenge ever written, a true masterpiece, vive la France.
“Request for Barba x somewhat younger reader where he asks her to a gala (hosted by mayor’s office) as a friend/coworker/to make Yelina jealous. The 2 pretend to be a casual couple, have a great time, get tipsy, & end up sleeping together and have to figure out what to do next (i.e. feelings). Mostly smutty with some fluff, please. Thank you, lovely! You’re the bombdotcom!!”
PS my Barba is always with someone quite a bit younger bc I’m selfish that way
NSFW
You looked up at the knock on your door, wondering who else could still be at the office this late. “Come in.”
Ah, of course. You should have known. There was only one other ADA who worked as much as you.
“Hello, Mr. Barba. What can I do for you?”