My new Pembersmith fic is now up here!
“You’re unbelievable,” Steve says, shaking his head. “I’m sorry for what I said, but also, you’ve got to realise that there’s no point in going on holiday if you’re just going to hold yourself back this whole time. You might as well have stayed in London for that!” Reece swallows. Once again, he’s plagued by the uncomfortable feeling that Steve might have a point. “Yeah, well, it’s fucking hard,” he says. “I already feel like an imposter just being here.” Or: Steve convinces Reece to go to Spain for a week for the first holiday of his life. Reece is pretty sure it'll take longer than that to unlearn a lifetime of worries.
Enjoy 6k of Reece giving himself a ulcer by Trying To Relax.
