#i likey this brush a lot too

[the-phantom-peach]

“ayyy itz da wind waykah!” 💨🌊

[harrygoeswest]

Lazy Days

Featuring fiance!Harry, nail painting, bath smut, and general soppy shit.

Trigger warnings: [if there was a 6th Spice Girl she would've been called] soft spice

Word Count: 3,870

A/N: Hiyaaaa. Ages ago (and I really do mean like actual years ago, on a blog long since forgotten) I posted on here a head cannon of all the things I think Harry does during his down time. This is basically just that, but in fic version. Hope you likey like!

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It’s the shifting of weight on the mattress that stirs you from slumber; the sudden absence of warmth from another body at your back; the whisper of fingertips over your hips and thighs. Still, your body is too tired, your limbs too sore to stay conscious for long, and once the rustle of sheets and padding of feet against the hardwood dissipates, you fall back into the darkness of sleep.

Not too long later, you’re awoken again—the click of a door, the soft clunk of clay on wood. Between sponged kisses up your spine where you lay on your front, you catch a whiff of coffee. You smile to yourself.

Those same fingers from before trace the curve of your sides, those lips now pressed lovingly against the nape of your neck. As tentative fingers make way for strong, capable, safe hands, a satisfied sigh leaves you. You’re gently tugged back into the solid embrace of your lover, his front to your back, skin to skin. His arms are a blockade, arresting you into submission.

“Good morning,” Harry practically slurs, his lips brushing and breath tickling your ear.

Melting against him, your response is a croaked, “Hi.”

That plush mouth of his ghosts across your shoulder and back to your neck in slow, tantric lines. While one hand—one arm—remains firmly in place to keep your body gripped to his, the other travels to his favourite places. He starts with small, spiralling circles on your hip, before migrating to the soft swell of your stomach, following the scars of stretch marks on your thighs. You can feel his barred hand testing the weight of your boob, a light-pressured knead.

A satisfied, breathy moan leaves you, and Harry’s grip tightens.

“When was the last time we did this?” he asks, still massaging your breast.

“Did what?” You barely open your mouth to speak.

“Just…nothing? Slept in? Cuddled?”

You grunt, thoughtful. You can’t remember. “Too long.”

His hum sounds like an agreement. “Shall we just…stay in today?”

You idly skim your fingers along his forearm. “Can you manage to sit still for that long?”

He pinches your waist, and you yelp. “I can for you.”

A fizzy kind of happiness begins to bubble its way through you. He achieves this feeling a lot, with his words. His actions. Sometimes just his face. He’s so handsome.

“Deal,” you finally agree.

You drift in and out of consciousness as Harry’s mouth and fingers map your body. He mumbles in your ear in gentle pries for attention, sometimes compliments and verbal loving. Subtle affections. And it’s also contemplation—what are you going to do with your day off together?—or future planning—do you sit your mean uncle next to his problematic third cousin at the wedding just to see who makes a scene first?

You elbow him for that one, even though he makes you laugh with his boyish mischief.

Sunlight filters in through the bedroom blinds, and even though it’s cold outside, it warms your skin where it touches. Harry notices the same thing you do—the way your engagement ring glints off the light—because his hand finds yours, particularly that one finger with his ring on it, and starts toying with it.

Saying yes was the easiest decision you’ve ever made, and for some reason, Harry struggles to believe it sometimes. Why he ever thought you’d say no is beyond you.

In the quiet room, the endless band recedes as the focal point of your attention while his hands continue to caress and travel around the plains of your body. You simply let him, snuggling back into his embrace, holding his arms around you so he doesn’t let you go.

Before long you feel the sensation of want growing, pooling between your legs. It appears much the same for Harry, whose length has stiffened at your back. With a slight adjustment you let it slip between your thighs, sliding against your bare pussy. You release equally tortured groans, his face shoving into your neck, his tongue tasting and his lips sponging kisses there.

You reach behind you, pushing your fingers through his hair and gripping, keeping him pressed to you as closely as possible. His mouth finds yours, tongue eager as it slips between your lips. The kiss is anything but innocent, and it causes the friction between your legs to heighten.

“Find a condom, H,” you beg breathily.

His presence slinks away, only briefly, and you turn over your shoulder to watch him clumsily searching for a foil packet in the drawer of his bedside table. Producing one, he gets to work.

Once he’s rolled it on he’s back with you, arms returning around your middle and his length squeezing through the space between your thighs. He lifts your leg up by the back of your thigh, and his cock sinks into the heat of your wet pussy.

“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles, nibbling his way down your shoulder, “y’always feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” you huff out, as your body adjusts to the feel of him.

It starts slow, calm. All of your recent intimate moments have been rushed and sloppy because you’re hardly ever home at the same time and you’re too exhausted to do anything. But this…this feels like the opposite.

Harry takes his time. He keeps your leg aloft while he moves in and out of you, talking in your ear with his favoured phrases.

“Can we move?” you ask after so long. “My leg’s starting to cramp.”

“Sure.” He slows down and pulls out of you. “How d’you want it?”

Throwing him a devilish smile, you roll onto your front and lift your ass in the air.

Harry chuckles. He takes a firm grip on one of your round ass cheeks, squeezing and pinching, before landing a swift smack to that same place.

You groan, arching further into the mattress.

His dick sneaks back inside of you and he takes your hips in his hands. His thrusting starts off measured, timed to perfection to build the ache inside you. His cock really does feel sensational, the way it stretches your inner walls, filling you up. 

“That feel good?” 

“So fucking good,” you assure him. “But I need it faster, baby.”

“How fast?”

“Just…faster than this. It’s nice and all, but I like it when you’re a bit messy.”

“Funny, you never say that when I’m drunk.”

Drunk Harry trying to have sex is…an experience. And not necessarily in a good way.

“I want to feel my backside jiggling, and that ain’t happening at this pace.”

He smacks your ass again, his palm immediately soothing the sting. “I can do that.”

And boy does he deliver. With his hands back on your waist he pistons his hips with vigour. It feels sensational. Your body comes alive as every thrust reaches a deeper, more pleasurable place.

“Fuck, Harry, yes.”

He loves that—the praise you give him. Turns him on and builds him up. He gets faster, sloppier. He becomes uncoordinated, jostling your body forwards, backwards.

You reach under the pillows, fisting the sheets and the corner of the mattress, just looking for purchase on anything.

“You feel. So. Good.” He punctuates each word of his statement with a punishing pump of his hips.

A cry leaves you, and you bury your head further.

He smacks your ass again. And again. The sharpness of it, the crack of skin-on-skin echoes through the room.

You suddenly feel his weight over you, the warmth of his skin against your back. His cock shifts inside you, a strangled gasp garbling from your mouth at the bottoming feeling of it close to your stomach.

His teeth sink into the crook of your neck and then he soothes the bite over with his tongue. “You’re edible.”

“Likewise,” you choke.

Still thrusting away, he grabs a boob in one hand and toys with your clit with the other.

The noises you’re making become hysterical and disconnected. You’re a mad woman—you’ve lost your mind.

“Harry,” you pant.

“I know,” he grunts, his teeth in your neck again. “Fuck.”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah?” His breathless question leaves perspiration along your shoulder.

“Yeah. Come with me?”

“I’ll certainly fucking try.”

You clench your pussy around him. “Please?”

“Shit!” he yells. “Do that again.”

So you do, your delicate muscles contracting around his thick, hard length. He rubs your clit faster, and you tumble over the edge as he follows.

Spent, Harry collapses onto you, his body a delicious weight.

“Fuck, that was good,” he pants.

“It really was.”

“I think I need a nap.”

“We’ve only just woken up.”

“You’re the one who wanted it fast and hard.”

“Yeah. And?”

He sighs, his lips grazing your neck and shoulder. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

— — —

Later that morning, as you’re pulling fixings out of the fridge for a cooked breakfast, Harry appears out of the pantry, tying an apron around his waist.

A laugh tumbles out of you. “What are you doing, H?”

He gestures down himself with both hands. “Getting ready to make breakfast.”

“You and I both know you will not be doing any of the cooking.”

“I will be here for moral support.”

“Right. Which involves sitting there,” you point to a stool at the island, “and looking pretty.”

He flashes a winning smile. “You think I’m pretty?”

In lieu of swatting him with a tea towel, you flip him the bird.

“Is there anything I can do?” he offers, even as he’s rounding the counter to take his usual seat.

On a sigh, you say, “No, Harry. Your company is all I need.”

“You’ll be sick of me by the end of the day,” he predicts.

“Impossible.”

The food is a poached egg and salmon affair, which you plate up and serve at the counter. You take a seat in the stool beside Harry, both turned towards each other with your knees interlocking. He eats his breakfast one-handed, his other resting on your knee, squeezing every so often.

Rumours by Fleetwood Mac drifts from a speaker on the windowsill—Harry’s choice—eventually bleeding into Rock Spectacle from the Barenaked Ladies—your favourite.

When you’re done eating, Harry collects up all your dirty crockery and leaves a peck to the top of your head as he passes. While he does the washing up, you take the clothes out of the washing machine and put them into the dryer, then add a second load to the washer.

You finish your task before him, so you head into the living room and start looking for something to binge for the day. When Harry does reappear, now only in his boxers, he snatches the remote out of your hand, wraps an arm around your waist and yanks you down onto the sofa with him. You yelp as you tumble into his lap.

“What do we need to catch up on?” he asks, barely struggling with breath as he rearranges you with ease.

You wind up with your legs draped across his lap, the rest of your frame curled into his side. You make an attempt to swipe the remote out of his hands, but he holds it aloft with a shouted, “No!”

Heaving a sigh, you give up. “Silent Witness is back on. Or there’s, like, ten new murder documentaries on Netflix.”

He gives you a funny look. “Anything that doesn’t involve death?”

You scoff.

“Please. You love it.”

“I’m concerned you’ve watched so many at this point you could easily murder me and get away with it.”

“And you’d be right,” you deadpan.

He barks a laugh. “Fine. Murder in the day, rom-coms at night.”

“Good plan.”

— — —

Some hours later, when the low January sun is just past its highest point, the two of you vacate your nest on the sofa for some lunch. While Harry puts something together from the scraps in the fridge, you find the bits you need to paint your nails. Once you’ve eaten, you set everything up on the coffee table.

“What are you doing?”

Peering up at him from your seat on the floor, you answer, “I’m painting my nails.”

He’s quiet for a moment, curiously studying his own nails. “Will you do mine too?”

You fight the twitch of your mouth. “Sure. Pick your colours out.”

He joins you on the floor to rifle through your polishes. “What are you having?”

“Blue. Dark glitter and pastel.”

“I want the same.”

“Alright,” you say with a giggle.

“Can I paint yours?”

“If you like.”

So, with your insane murder documentary on in the background, you take turns to paint each other’s nails over the coffee table. He’s meticulous and particular with his work—tidying your cuticles, filing your nails to an even length, and never painting outside the lines. He also applies cuticle oil when he’s finished.

“Only thing missing is the warm flannel massage,” you joke.

He gives you another of his funny looks. “Do you want that?”

“No,” you chuckle.

“I’ll do it,” he insists, “hang on.”

“Harry, it was a joke!” you call after him as he runs from the room.

A minute later, he returns with a steaming flannel in hand. Retaking his seat, he leans over the table and takes each of your hands in turn, massaging your fingers and palms with the hot cloth.

“How do they look?” he asks as you admire your fresh manicure.

“They’re perfect,” you declare. “In fact, I’m concerned my abilities aren’t up to scratch.”

Your fiancé scoffs. “Don’t talk bollocks. They’ve always looked good.”

Deciding to keep quiet, you snatch his hand in one of your own and the cuticle stick in the other. While you prep his nails for polish, you keep an ear trained on the TV and what’s happening in the story. Harry remains suspiciously quiet, but you can feel his gaze on you all the time—not what you’re doing to his nails, but on you. It should be unnerving. Maybe even disconcerting, but you actually find it oddly relaxing. You’re so used to having his eyes on you—though it has always boggled you why he’d want to—it’s a comfort. You feel safe with him.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter at something said on the telly, and you catch Harry’s nose wrinkle.

“That’s grim,” he agrees under his breath.

“You gonna do that to me one day?” you tease.

“What? Quarter up your dead body and shove it in a barrel?”

“Yeah.”

He barks a laugh. “No way. You’re no use to me dead, darling.”

“Aw. That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Fuck off,” he scoffs.

— — —

The sound of a cork being popped causes your head to lift from where you’d been staring thoughtless at the rising bath water. You find Harry standing in the doorway to the bathroom, two wine glasses slid between his long fingers and a bottle of something bubbly in the other.

“What’s that?” you ask, swirling the water around with your foot to even out the temperature.

Steam swirls seductively through the air, rising from the tub in wafts and waves. Lavender and chamomile candles burn in the corners and on the windowsill. Your bath time playlist fills the otherwise silent room, featuring pandemic Taylor Swift and early London Grammar tracks.

“Wine, duh.” Harry places one glass on the lip of the tub and the other on the floor.

You watch bewildered as he fills both. “What for?”

“We’re celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?”

He kisses his teeth and shakes his head, his response an exasperated, “So many questions.”

You roll your eyes as you strip out of your clothes, knowing well enough you’re not going to get an answer to any of them. Also, who really cares what the wine is for? You’re an adult with no work commitments tomorrow.

Harry sits beside the tub using a stolen pillow from your bed to cushion his backside. While you talk more wedding plans his hand dangles in the water, sometimes just swirling the water around idly, other times gliding a finger up and down your arm, your waist, your thigh.

His touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself sinking lower into the water.

His gaze trails to your legs where they’ve subtly spread for him. Expression hungry, he dances his fingers across your inner thigh and up to your pussy.

The conversation naturally drifts off as he starts teasing your clit, his chin now resting on the side of the tub to watch his work.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s done it so many times—a talented man with talented fingers. Perhaps not quite like this, though, set up in the bathtub, but it works all the same. In fact it might be even better this way. 

He works his way around your needy clit and then into your wanting heat with his finger, causing your body temperature to spike. You moan and gasp your way through his clever ministrations, having to bite down on your own finger when he adds a second to take up more space.

What actually finishes you off, unbelievably, is when he leans in to kiss you.

When you’ve calmed down he slowly removes his fingers, and he’s about to wipe them on a towel, but you snatch his hand and clean them up yourself before he can. He groans and kisses you again.

With your legs like jelly, Harry helps you rise out of the bath and onto the solid, heated bathroom floor. He finds your towel and wraps it around you like a well-sated little burrito. He brings you into his arms, your body flush against his, and he pecks the tip of your nose ever so lightly. You can’t help but smile up at him, because you seem to have found the man who is the exact perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Your smile brings out his own—dimples and laugh lines and all.

“Shall we get a takeaway?” he asks, breaking the spell you’d found yourself in.

“I’ve bought stuff in for dinner!”

“Ah, we can have that tomorrow.”

“Harry,” you scold.

“I really want Thai.”

“You always want Thai.”

“That’s not true. Yesterday while you worked late I had sushi.”

“But was that really just a substitute for Thai while I wasn’t home?”

“Nope. I really wanted sushi.”

“Sure.”

“Come on, bab,” he starts nudging you towards the door, “go put your jim-jams on, and I’ll put the order in and set the lounge up for movies.”

“You don’t know what I want,” you argue, digging your heels in.

“You have the same thing every time, my love.”

“Well maybe I want something different.”

“No, you don't.” 

At the entrance to your bedroom, he whips off your towel and shoves you through the door. “Go on.”

— — —

Harry’s phone starts chirping on the coffee table when you’re nearly done with your first film. His head is in your lap, knees up with his white-socked feet pressed against the arm of the sofa. Your hands are in his hair, freshly painted nails scratching his scalp. You love the noise he makes when you do it—he purrs like a kitten.

Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney bicker their way around Sydney on the telly, with Glen’s abs and Sydney’s chest on display for the entirety of Australia to see. Not that you’re complaining.

Harry blindly reaches for his phone while moving as little as possible, and lifts it high to check the caller ID.

You wince at his mother’s name on the screen because you know he’ll never turn her down if he’s free, even though it’s your first day off together in months and you’re in the middle of a film. This isn’t to say you have anything against the woman—you don’t. She’s amazing, kind, and generous.

But…

“Pause the TV, bab?”

Harry is a mummy’s boy.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you don’t feel up to listening to their conversation for an hour.

Still, you love the man and his mother, so you pause the movie and paste on a smile that portrays interest. Anne asks about your day, how work is going, how the wedding planning is coming along, and fortunately these are all things you can give invested updates on.

Conversation naturally turns to Harry’s sister, the baby, and the next time you’re all free at the same time. Your work is unpredictable, so as always you can only give the disappointing, unhelpful answer of “You’ll let her know soon.”

You’re not sure exactly how long you end up on the phone with your mother-in-law-to-be, but it’s approximately one whole glass of wine. As soon as the call ends, Harry curls up right back next to you, his head returned to its favourite place in your lap.

Another two full films later—10 Things I Hate About You and 13 Going on 30—you finally hit your limit and decide to call it a night. You do a quick tidy up, clearing the mess of your dinner and that second ‘celebratory’ bottle of wine. Not wanting to wake up to a mess, the two of you tag team the dishes, although Harry spends the first few minutes clinging to you from behind and feeling you up in lewd ways.

It’s late by the time you’re done. You can’t fight the yawning you’re doing, and your body is close to shutting down. The ascent of the staircase to bed looks like a mountain.

“Want a piggyback?” Harry offers with a peck to your cheek.

“Yes please,” you say, still yawning.

“Climb on, then.”

You scramble ungracefully onto his back, your arms fastened around his neck and your legs hooked in the crease of his elbows. He carries you up the one flight with criminal ease and straight into your shared bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Ready for bed?” he asks, settling you back on your feet.

Smothering another yawn, you nod as you stumble toward the bed. “I am. How can I be so tired after doing nothing all day?”

He smiles down at you, green eyes shiny and hooded. “You’ve worked hard recently. It’s probably catching up to you.”

You grunt in response. His hands paw at your clothes so you allow him to undress you. Once you’re both naked you tumble into bed.

Finding yourself back in an innocent tangle of limbs, you sink against the warmth of his body.

“What shall we do tomorrow?” Harry prompts, his lips brushing your temple.

Your finger traces the lines of tattoos on his chest—the swallows, the butterfly, the ‘g’ and the dates. “No idea.”

“Walk?”

“No.”

“Drive?”

“Maybe.”

“Noted.” He giggles, kissing your temple where his lips rest. “I know just the place to go.”

“Yeah?”

He hums. “I think you’ll like it.”

“If you’re with me, I’m sure I will.”

His arms tighten around you, and you reciprocate his grip, burying your face into his neck.

“I love you, H,” you mumble, on the cusp of unconsciousness.

And just as you slip into that dark, warm abyss, you hear his whispered, “I love you, too.”

[shikaizer]

1K SPECIAL

11.3K WORD COUNT MOODBOARD

SUMMARY — You thought that getting involved with your boss would push you ahead, bring benefits, recognition, maybe even a real place by her side, but Paige didn’t play by the rules, she was cold, distant, and unapologetic, after that night, there was no follow-up, no conversation, no raise—just silence.

When you finally thought you'd figured it out, she laughed in your face, making a fool of you,maybe you were, because despite everything, you found yourself craving her more, she had pulled you in, just enough to keep you hooked, and now you couldnt let go, paige was sure of one thing, she’d never let herself get attached.

WARNING — matured content. heavy smut. toxic tension. emotional manipulation. power trip. unhealthy relationship. controlling. desperate. toxic relationship. sex as leverage. compliance. toxic intimate.asshole!paige. hook up. paige sees you as a whore, nothing else. fingering. degrading. humillation. strap on. basically prostitution. cheating? paige keeps your hopes up. complicated relationship. lots and lots of dots and commas.

AUTHORS NOTE — Thankyou for 1k guys! have been working for this fic for a few days, i know its not that big but still hope you guys likey it 🫶🏻

ACT RIGHT PT ONE ACT RIGHT PT TWO

"M... more..." you muttered, your voice strained and hoarse, trying to hold back the noise coming out of your mouth, you clenched your fists at your sides, doing your best to keep everything under control.

She leaned in closer, her breath brushed against your ear, warm and steady, sending a chill down your spine, her gaze never left you, her lips just inches from your skin.

“More?” she asked, her voice low.

"Yes..." you pressed your lips together, trying to stay calm as her fingers moved slowly, rhythmically, clearly teasing you, her gaze never left yours, and the tension in the air felt almost unbearable.

"Yeah...?" she asked, her voice low,  she quickly caught your trembling hand, pinning it down with a smirk, her gaze locked on yours, filled with quiet intensity.

You whimpered again, your body reacting instinctively, her hand steadied you at the back of your neck, and she leaned in, whispering "Shh."

She kept her face hidden on your skin, her breath making them warmer, she curled her fingers inside you slowly.

You hummed embracing the way her finger's are inside you, completely moving aside the fact that shes your boss.

"Taking it so well." she tilted her head up to catch a gaze of your fucked out face, a sly smirk forming on her lips.

"Hmh, good job baby." She thrusted her fingers deeper, hitting your g spot  so accurately.

You let out a muffled whimpers trying to do your hardest too keep the noise to minimal.

She groaned, turned on by the noise your making.

"uug-ugh fuck-" you arched your back, leaning closer to her, she caught your waist and pulled you closer, bucking her hips to lift your position.

Her fingers curled every thrust she did inside you, pace increasing time to time while your legs trembled at every intensity.

You groaned gripping on her hair roughly, legs automatically wrapping around her hips.

She trailed rough kisses down your jawline, to the side of your neck and to your chest.

"aah-" she looked up at you bringing her mouth to suck on your tits, swirling her tounge around.

She leaned up and kissed you deeply to shut you up, her kiss is rough not a hint of passionate at all.

She pulled away voice rasp. "gotta be quiet f'me baby." you nodded half eyes lidded.

Her stare was the only thing keeping you uplift, your heart clenching, the way she completely focus on you while her fingers are slamming inside you relentlessly.

You placed both palm on her cheeks and pulled her in for a deep kiss, she didnt lean in, but she kissed you back roughly, eyes half lidded.

"Gonn-na cumm..!" you squeeled out through her lips, she bit your bottom lip thrusting deeper hitting your inside very deep.

After final thrust, your leg trembled coming undone, she slowly lowered you on the desk and looked down, you felt the cold wood on your ass.

The two of you stayed quiet, your embarassed, meanwhile she looked like she regretted it.

After what felt like years, she spoke up only to say "leave." you sat there shocked taken back.

She frowned and gestured to the door, you bit your lip, after making yourself look decent, you ran to the big door heart beating fast.

— — — — — — — —

“Fuck—whats your digit?” you blurted out, a little breathless from the adrenaline still buzzing through your veins, you turned to look at zane, eyes searching her face for a response, she stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard her  brows pulled together in confusion.

“Girl, we have the same paycheck” zane said, giving you a side-eye, you scoffed and rolled your eyes, brushing her off like you’d heard it all before.

You looked over at the large hall that leads to paige's office, where she fucked you so good, in her desk, where she- your quick to slap your forehead trying not to recall all the things that happend.

Zane gave you a judging look. "girl are you taking drugs again?" she joked and you laughed. "bitch i never even took them my whole life." you snapped. "but im so close though."

She sneered, you looked at your phone, lots of  messages, reminders of your debt needing to be paid by the end of the month.

You brought your finger to your forehead, the weight of stress pressing down hard as you tried to collect your thoughts.

You finally decided to stand up, your legs feeling a bit unsteady as you made your way to the hallway, nerves twisting in your stomach with every step.

While walking down the hallway, you spotted her secretary ahead, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way toward the big door, clearly on her way out.

You ignored her and kept walking toward the door, intent on slipping inside, but she paused spotting you, Her brows knit together in confusion "what?"

You ignored her trying to squeeze in, but she stood her ground, blocking your path “Boss doesnt want anyone right now” she said, her tone apologetic yet unwavering.

"Gosh- it wont take long! move!" you gritted your teeth and shoved her aside making her stumble.

You pushed past her and stepped inside the door clicking shut behind you, paige is already looking up at you from her desk her gaze sharp and filled with annoyance as she glared at you clearly not expecting the interruption.

Quickly you fixed your hair looking down in a quiet gesture of respect as you muttered an apology, but before you could say more the boss cut you off her voice cold and direct "what do you want?" her eyes narrowing.

"Well, I just wanted to talk to you about the, um..." you fumbled with your pinky finger trying to find the right words the silence stretched, and then you heard the chair slide on the floor, you looked up just in time to see her walking toward you, her steps deliberatethe.

"Talk" she state her voice low and commanding, you looked up at her your eyelashes fluttering in a nervous almost unsure attempt at a smile, but the seriousness in her eyes made you hesitate.

"I was just curious because, i have been good here but... my check seems to be the same..." your words were hesitant the silence stretching between you two, you couldnt help but look up at her and when you did you found her already staring at you, an amused glint in her eyes like she have been expecting this moment.

"You mean good in bed?" she asked her tone sharp and certain as if the question was a mere formality, your face slowly dropped a flush creeping up your neck, but you dared not speak back the weight of her gaze holding you silent.

"I'm sorry... I just thought... I’d have a raise..." You muttered, looking down, acting as though the humiliation was settling in she clicked her tongue, her eyes never leaving you the silence between you thick and charged.

"well, i dont recall saying that" she muttered bluntly her words cutting through the air your heart broke, sinking all the way down to your stomach with a deep breath you took the courage to look up at her, giving a small, defeated nod.

"Okay... im sorry..." you bit your bottom lip, the words barely escaping, she tilted her head a small unreadable smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she gestured to the door.

"im gonna go then..." you muttered lowering your voice as you turned toward the door just as your hand reached for the knob you felt the pressure of her hand on the door, pushing it shut again she leaned in closer, her presence suddenly overwhelming pinning you in place with her gaze.

"Thats it? Your not gonna persuade me?" she asked, leaning down so her face was inches from yours her breath brushed against your skin, and the tension in the air thickened you gave her a tight lipped smile your voice barely above a whisper.

"well... you said to leave..." you replied your eyes flickering to the door hoping she would let you go.

She scoffed, a smirk curling at her lips as she straightened up her gaze never leaving you.

"we both know damn well that wont happen" she said, her voice dripping with confidence "i mean, look at you, coming here with that short skirt."

You glanced down at your attire, suddenly self conscious, can you really blame yourself though? You’d dressed this way to make an impression but now it felt like you were the one being judged.

"I know you expected something else" she said, her fingers brushing a strand of your hair aside, gently tucking it behind your ear, she brought your chin up forcing you to meet her gaze.

"Am I right?" she asked, her voice low the intensity of her stare locking you in place, the two of you stood there, the air between you thick with tension neither of you breaking eye contact.

"Y...yes..." you muttered, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread across your cheeks, your eyes dropped to the floor, unable to keep the intensity of the moment at bay she lifted your chin again, her gaze scanning your features as if trying to read you.

"Doing this on purpose?" she asked her voice low and steady, but the weight of the question hung in the air you simply nodded, unsure of what to say.

"Cause its fucking working" she grunted, her eyes now locked on your lips the tension between you thickening with every passing second.

It didnt take long for her to give in,  she leaned in, slamming her lips against yours the kiss messy but filled with an undeniable intensity it was breathy, urgent yet still passionate as if neither of you could resist it any longer.

She unbuttoned your blazer slowly, her lips trailing from your jaw down to your chest leaving marks on your skin as she moved closer, the room closing in around you.

She pulled away both of you breathless, without warning, she swung the door open and gently pushed you out, you gasped startled by the sudden shift quickly fumbling to button up your blazer as you stepped back you didnt expect her to do that, and the rush of emotions left you reeling, unsure of what had just happened.

A few stares lingered on you as you made your way to your seat, some judgmental, others shocked, and a few even amused, but you didnt care. right now, you were pissed at her.

"She didnt need to fucking push me, that bitch," you muttered under your breath, feeling the anger bubble up inside as you tried to collect yourself.

The tension from moments ago still clung to you, making it hard to focus as you sat down, trying to ignore the whispers around you.

Teeth gritted, completely pissed, you ran your hands through your hair, trying to shake off the anger, you were still reeling from what had just happened, to your surprise, your phone dinged, you glanced over at it, your mind still racing, wondering who could be texting you now.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the notification "PAIGE B. has sent you 18,000k." The number blinked on your screen, and for a moment, everything else faded away, the anger that had been building up suddenly shifted into confusion and disbelief.

A few days had passed, and you hadn’t seen a sight of her the office seemed quieter without her presence and every time you walked by her office, you couldnt help but feel that familiar tension in the air, even though she wasnt there, it left you wondering if she had purposefully avoided you.

But then, she finally called in a meeting, the notification came through, and everyone made their way to the meeting room, as you walked a mix of anticipation and uncertainty gnawed at you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the moment she would finally acknowledge everything that had happened, or if it would be just another routine meeting with no mention of the past days.

You made your way to the meeting room trying to steady your breath and compose yourself, as you stepped inside, your boss’s eyes immediately found yours, the air between you both shifting her gaze lingered awkward, unreadable. you could feel the weight of it settle over the room, making every step you took feel heavier than the last.

She coldly turned her eyes away, her expression unreadable as if you werent even there the dismissal stung, sharp and intentional, as the others began filing into the room, chatting and settling in, she kept her focus elsewhere, ignoring you completely like nothing had ever happened, the tension wrapped around your chest, but you forced yourself to keep still, to pretend like you didn’t notice.

The room buzzed with quiet murmurs and the shuffling of papers as people found their seats ,you sat near the end of the long table, trying not to fidget under the lingering tension, her eyes swept over the room once.

Without a greeting, she placed her tablet down and stood at the head of the table, the room fell silent.

“we’re making some changes” she began, her voice crisp and firm “the company’s direction is shifting, and so are expectations.”

Everyone straightened up, she continued, detailing restructuring plans, new client goals, and team realignments, the entire time, not once did she acknowledge you, not a glance, not a pause, it was like the other night had never happened.

You sat there quietly, half-listening, half-zoning out—until paige said something that made your ears perk up, a new campaign direction, a gap in the market, it sparked an idea in you, fast and clear, something that could actually work, you shifted in your seat, excitement creeping in... but so did the nerves.

Your eyes flicked to her, still poised, still unreadable, and you couldnt bring yourself to speak up, so instead, you leaned slightly toward your friend beside you, whispering the idea just under your breath.

“That could actually work” your friend said louder than intended.

Paige paused mid-sentence, her eyes snapping to the two of you “Something to share?” she asked, one brow raised, tone sharp and direct.

You froze, caught off guard, cheeks burning as everyone turned to look at you.

The two of you quickly looked down, your faces flushed with embarrassment, trying to disappear into your seats, a few chuckles scattered across the table, but the room quickly fell silent again, paige didnt let it slide.

“You” she said, her voice slicing through the silence like a blade.

You looked up slowly, heart pounding, meeting her eyes, cold, focused, and fixed on you.

“If you’ve got something worth whispering during my meeting” she continued, arms crossing “you can say it out loud right now.”

Your stomach dropped, everyone was staring.

"Im so sorry, ma'am" you quickly apologized, your voice shaky as you tried to keep your composure under the weight of all the stares, the embarrassment burned in your cheeks, and the pressure of being called out in front of everyone made it hard to breathe, paige’s cold gaze didn’t soften as she waited for you to continue, the silence hanging heavily in the room.

"You are free to leave if you want" she spat, her words sharp and dismissive, the sting of her tone only made your embarrassment worse, and you could feel your face burning even more, everyones eyes seemed to pierce through you.

In that moment of overwhelming silence, you stood there, unsure whether to speak or leave, but after what felt like an eternity, paige finally broke the tension, her tone returning to business-like efficiency, she glanced around the room, then continued as if nothing had happened.

"As I was saying" Paige continued, her tone steady and unbothered by the earlier interruption "another company has offered to collaborate with us, this will give us a big opportunity to shine."

Her words hung in the air, grabbing everyones attention as she shifted into the next phase of the meeting,  the room, now fully focused, leaned in as she outlined the potential benefits and the strategic moves that would need to be made, you tried to center yourself, forcing the embarrassment to the back of your mind, but the sting of her words still lingered, reminding you that you'd been dismissed in front of everyone.

"I want you all to get ready" Paige said, her voice sharp and commanding as she scanned the room "it's a whole week event, taking place in brazil."

There was a brief pause as the weight of her words settled in, everyone shifted in their seats, whispering quietly to each other, paige’s gaze swept across the group, her eyes locking with yours for just a second before continuing.

"All of you need to get camera ready, everything, we cant afford any mistakes." Her tone was unwavering, and there was no room for questioning, the urgency in her voice made it clear that this was more than just an opportunity, it was a high stakes moment for the company.

"We’ll be needing a few models who will be promoting the brand" paige continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced around the room "strictly from this company,  someone... beautiful."

Her words hung in air, the spotlight shifting onto the group, a few exchanged looks, some silently calculating whether they’d be considered for the role, paige didnt hesitate, her gaze scanning the room as if she were already choosing in her mind, it was clear that the selection wouldn’t be random, she had a specific vision in mind, and everyone in the room was aware of the weight her words carried.

"Everyone’s dismissed, ava, stay" paiges voice rang out, cold and final.

Your heart dropped at the sound of the name, the weight of it settled in your chest as you and others filed out of the room, leaving only the two of them behind, the mention of her name made your stomach twist, what did this mean? you could barely keep your thoughts straight.

It didn’t take long for the truth to sink in, Ava had been chosen to model for the campaign, the murmurs around the room started almost immediately as everyone’s eyes turned toward her, some faces filled with disbelief while others wore expressions of annoyance.

A few people spoke up, their voices rising in protest “shes not even all that” one muttered, another added “honestly, you should be the one modeling.”

You could feel their eyes shift to you then, the unexpected compliment making your stomach churn, the words weren’t entirely flattering, they were more a reflection of their frustration with the decision, you didnt know how to respond, feeling both uncomfortable and caught in the middle, ava, however, seemed unfazed, smiling smugly as she basked in the attention, clearly secure in her position despite the murmurs from others.

"y’all ain’t gonna have a bite of my ass" you joked, trying to ease the tension and push back the feeling of being overwhelmed by the unexpected compliments.

Zane’s words, low but sharp, sliced through the air “shes probably fucking the boss, that whore.”

Her whisper felt like it was aimed directly at you, the accusation hanging in the air with a weight that made your stomach churn.

You let out a fake laugh, trying to brush off Zane's comment

"Yeah, what a whore." The words left your mouth mechanically, a feigned tone of agreement masking the discomfort that knotted in your stomach.

Just as the atmosphere felt heavy and tense, your phone buzzed with a message that instantly caught everyone’s attention, your boss, Paige, had texted the group chat.

"Meet up at Luxe Bar later, my treat. Lets celebrate before the storm."

As the words registered, the room erupted into cheers, the idea of a night out, especially with paige treating, seemed to lift everyones spirits, laughter and excitement filled the air as people quickly began making plans, discussing outfits and what to order, you couldnt help but feel a little out of place amidst the excitement, but the thought of escaping the current tension and having a drink did offer some relief, even if just for a few hours.

"Guys, lets wear something slutty" yana giggled, squeezing between you and aane, her words coming out with a playful tone as she grinned mischievously, the room buzzed with excitement at her suggestion, and a few people laughed, clearly entertained by the idea, it wasnt exactly the vibe you had in mind, but the thought of letting loose for a night and having some fun, despite everything, started to seem more appealing, you exchanged a glance with zane, unsure whether to laugh along or keep your thoughts to yourself.

"But our boss is there," zane said, her voice tinged with concern as she glanced around, clearly worried about the idea of showing up in anything too revealing.

"Like she gon do sum" you snapped back, your frustration clear in your voice as hearing her name again made your anger flare, the mention of paige had a way of setting you off, especially after everything that had happened, you could feel the tension building in your chest, and you didnt care if anyone noticed, it wasnt like she was going to say anything about what you wore, right?

Zane blinked at your outburst, clearly taken aback by the sharpness in your tone.

"Still mad she embarrassed you?" zane asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of concern as she watched you closely.

"Oh, fuck that, she’s done worse" the words slipped out before you could stop them, you quickly pressed your lips together, realizing too late what you had just said, you could feel your heart race as you realized how much you’d just revealed, but you tried to play it cool, hoping no one would press you further, zane raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.

"Wait, what did she do, anyway?"   zane asked, her curiosity piqued, You were quick to answer bluntly before Zane could ask  "nothing."

"Oh, come on!" Yana whined, leaning in closer with an exaggerated pout, clearly not willing to let it go that easily.

She nudged you playfully, hoping for a more detailed response.

You let out a laugh, putting your palm up as if to ward off their curiosity "ya'll  swear, its nothing."

You tried to keep your tone light, hoping the humor would defuse the situation, but the persistent glances and teasing made it clear they weren’t fully convinced, you quickly added, "really, its just work stuff, nothing to worry about."

The others exchanged looks, but after a moment, they seemed to let it go—at least for now, still, you could feel a nagging sense that they weren’t entirely buying it.

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The evening came in fast, and the office began to empty out as people made their way home to get ready for the night, some were already eager to unwind and enjoy the night, others, however, chose to stay home and rest, clearly exhausted from the hectic day and the anticipation of the upcoming event.

You, feeling a bit conflicted, found yourself stuck in the middle, the thought of joining the group felt tempting, but there was still a weight on your chest, and part of you just wanted to escape the noise and confusion, as the last few people left the office, you gathered your things, wondering what the night would bring.

But before you could leave, Yana and Zane stopped you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yana asked, her voice light but teasing as she blocked your path, a smirk playing on her lips, zane raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting you to stay and join them for the night.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to slip away for a bit of peace and the growing pressure to join the group. Both of them were waiting for your answer, their curiosity evident.

Having no choice, you played it cool, acting like you weren’t trying to escape "Nothing, lets go" you said with a shrug, trying to mask your hesitation with a casual tone.

Yana and Zane grinned, clearly satisfied with your response, with that, the three of you made your way out of the office, the energy around you shifting from the tension of the day to the excitement of the evening ahead.

All of you made your way to the car, the mood lighter now, filled with chatter and laughter as everyone prepared for the night, once inside, the atmosphere shifted, and the excitement of getting ready took over. You touched up your makeup, fixed your hair, and made sure your outfit was perfect, everyone was glammed up, looking their best, eager for the night ahead.

Yana and Zane exchanged playful banter as they did their final touches, adjusting their clothes and checking themselves in the mirror, it felt like a momentary escape from everything, just a chance to have fun and not think about the tension that had been building at work, you caught your reflection in the mirror, trying to ignore the nerves bubbling inside you, tonight was about letting go.

As all of you made your way to the bar, the fun energy was contagious, the night felt like a release from everything that had been weighing on you, the tension from work slipping away with each step, Luxe Bar had an upscale, vibrant atmosphere, filled with laughter and music.

Then a coworker waved at the three of you from across the bar, you noticed that the place was rented out, giving the entire group some privacy,  the lights were dimmed, and the atmosphere felt more intimate, like everyone there was part of the same company vibe.

Your coworker, a familiar face from work, motioned for you to join them, you exchanged a quick glance with Zane and Yana, then made your way over, The conversation flowed easily, and it seemed like everyone was there to enjoy themselves, forgetting about work and just focusing on the fun of the night.

Then your eyes dropped on Paige, who was sitting at a table across the room, with ava right by her side, the sight of them together made your stomach twist, a familiar mix of emotions bubbling up, paige looked confident, as always, her posture relaxed and commanding, while ava seemed to be hanging on her every word, laughing at something she had just said.

You quickly turned your attention back to the group, trying not to let the sight get to you, but it was hard to ignore the underlying tension, You couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about, or if they even noticed you across the room.

Then, to your mistake, you looked over at them again, ava leaned in to kiss paige’s cheek, and paige smiled in response, the warmth in her expression unmistakable, the moment felt charged, and it stung more than you expected, you quickly looked away, trying to steady your breath, but the image lingered in your mind, making the air around you feel a little heavier.

You could feel the tension in your chest, a mix of frustration and something you couldnt  quite define. It wasnt just jealousy, but maybe something more complicated, something that had been building since the first time you’d crossed paths with Paige.

You tried to distract yourself by chugging a lot of alcohol, hoping the burning sensation would drown out the thoughts racing through your mind, the drink slid down your throat quickly, the sharpness of it momentarily clearing your head, the weight in your chest felt a little lighter, but only for a moment, you quickly grabbed another drink, hoping it would help you forget the way Paige and Ava had looked so comfortable together, the way paige’s smile seemed to linger even after they pulled apart.

It didnt fully work, but you kept drinking, the music and laughter around you turning into a blur as you tried to push the thoughts aside.

One of the girls pulled you onto the dance floor, and you decided to go for it, shaking off the lingering thoughts by dancing your ass off, the music was loud, the bass thumping through your chest, and with each beat, you let yourself get lost in the rhythm, you grabbed your drink, chugging it down as you moved, the alcohol slowly loosening you up and making the world feel a little less heavy.

The laughter and energy of the crowd surrounded you, and for a few moments, you were able to forget everything else, you spun, swayed, and danced like no one was watching, letting go of the tension that had been building up all evening.

With every move on the dance floor, you couldnt help but steal glances over at Paige, you swore you saw her glaring at you from across the room, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine, but the longer you danced, the dizzier you became, the alcohol blurring your thoughts and making it harder to focus.

You tried to push the feeling away, telling yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but the tension in her gaze stayed with you, lingering in the back of your mind, despite the fun of the night, it was hard to shake the feeling that something more was simmering beneath the surface.

You stopped dancing, your head spinning and the room starting to tilt slightly, the alcohol was definitely taking its toll, and the dizziness was becoming harder to ignore, you stumbled a little, trying to regain your balance, and quickly made your way to the edge of the dance floor.

Your breathing was heavier now, and you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment, hoping the world would stop spinning, the sounds of the bar felt distant, muffled. you focused on steadying yourself, not wanting to make a scene, but the weight of everything, the drinks, the looks, the tension with Paige,  seemed to hit all at once.

"Hey! You okay?!" Yana shouted, her voice sounding distant and blurry as your vision swirled in and out, the room seemed to spin around you, the faces of everyone around you becoming mere blurs, the dizziness intensified, and before you could even respond, everything went dark.

The last thing you remembered was Yana’s frantic voice, but then it all went quiet, you fainted, your body collapsing as the overwhelming mix of alcohol and exhaustion finally took its toll.

You groaned, yawning as you slowly regained consciousness, feeling the soft silk beneath you.

Your surroundings were unfamiliar, and for a moment, you felt disoriented, the fabric was cool against your skin, and you realized you were lying on something luxurious, possibly a bed.

You blinked, your vision still a little blurry as you tried to sit up, but your head felt heavy, the events of the night came flooding back, and you remembered the bar, the dizziness, and then... everything went black.

Now, you were here, but where exactly was "here"? You looked around, trying to get your bearings, The room looked luxurious dimly lit with warm golden tones velvet curtains framing tall windows, and soft, ambient lighting casting a gentle glow over everything.

The bed you were lying on was massive, draped in silk sheets and plush pillows, a faint scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of fresh linen.

Everything felt far too elegant for a hotel room or someones guest room after a night out, your brows furrowed slightly as you scanned the space, trying to make sense of how you ended up in a place like this. Then, faint footsteps echoed outside the door, making your heart skip. Someone else was here.

"The fuck happened?" you muttered, your voice groggy as you rubbed the side of your head, trying to shake off the lingering haze a dull ache pulsed in your temples, and everything felt like it had happened hours ago and just seconds ago all at once.

You gasped loudly, clutching the covers to your chest as the realization hit, you were completely naked beneath the covers. panic surged through you, your heart pounding as you scanned the room again with new eyes, trying to spot your clothes.

"p-please i need you-" you whimpered pulling paige in, "stop, your drunk-" you shook your head pulling her desperately closer "no- no im not-"

"No—no, theres no fucking way!" you shouted kicking your feet under the covers in a frantic mix of panic and disbelief. Your heart thundered in your chest as the doorknob turned further, and you gripped the sheets tighter around your body dread crawling up your spine.

Paige stepped inside, her expression unreadable as her eyes scanned over you hesitantly, she paused by the door, one hand still on the handle, the other loosely at her side.

You pulled the covers tighter, breathing uneven, eyes locked on hers. For a long second, neither of you spoke, the tension between you was thick too familiar and too complicated. Then she finally broke the silence, her voice low.

“…You feeling okay?”

"Yes, um—" you stammered, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to collect your scattered thoughts. The moment you closed them, a flash hit you—an image, blurry but unmistakable. Her. Paige. On top of you. The weight of her body. Her lips.

Your eyes flew open, heart racing, the memory striking like lightning in your chest, You looked at her again, wide-eyed and unsure, paige shifted slightly where she stood her jaw tightening ever so subtly as if she knew exactly what you just remembered.

She quickly spoke up, cutting through the tension. "I didn’t know where you live, so I dropped you here" she said, her tone rough casual—almost careless,

You blinked, still processing trying to match her words with the hazy flash of memory that still lingered in your mind.

You hesitated, your voice barely above a whisper as you clutched the sheets tighter. "Then… why am I naked?"

The question hung in the air, thick and heavy, paige looked at you, her jaw tensing slightly as if she’d been expecting it, but not ready to answer. She glanced away for a second, then back at you, her tone still cool but slower this time.

"You threw up all over yourself. Clothes were a mess. I just… cleaned you up. That’s all."

You slowly nodded, still feeling a swirl of confusion and unease, but you acted convinced "Alright…" you mumbled, trying to settle the gnawing feeling in your gut, your mind wasn’t fully at ease, but you didn’t want to press her further, not when the situation was already awkward enough.

Truth be told, you wanted to ask her why she’d suddenly become so cold to you these past few days—why she’d been spending so much time with Ava. The questions burned in your throat, but you kept them bottled up. You didn’t want to risk pushing her away more, especially not when everything was already so complicated.

She sighed heavily, the sound filled with frustration or maybe something else, and tossed a piece of clothing in your direction. It landed on the bed beside you, a simple outfit—nothing fancy, but enough to cover you.

"You’re good now," she muttered, her voice low, as she turned to walk toward the door. The coldness was back in her tone, but there was something else there, a flicker of something hard to read.

"Thanks..." you muttered quietly as you quickly put on the clothes, still feeling the weight of everything that had happened. As you stood up, your knees suddenly felt weak, like the ground beneath you wasn’t steady anymore. You stumbled, trying to catch yourself on the edge of the bed.

The dizziness from earlier crept back, and you took a few shaky steps forward, holding onto the bed frame to steady yourself. Your mind was a mess, and you were still trying to piece everything together, but the room seemed to spin just a little.

You let out a deep breath, trying to regain your balance, and wiped your hand over your face.

Paige ran toward you, her brows furrowed in concern, a rare shift in her usually cold demeanor. "You good?" she asked, her voice lower than usual, a hint of worry breaking through the tough exterior.

You nodded quickly, trying to steady yourself, but your legs still felt unsteady. "Yeah, just a little dizzy," not really tho, your legs were trembling and theres no way you'll be admitting that to her.

She looked at you for a moment, her gaze lingering before she stepped closer, reaching out to steady you. "You sure?" Her tone softened, though it was still guarded.

"Come," Paige said, her voice firm but gentle as she lifted you up by the waist, supporting your weight as you stumbled. The strength in her grip was unmistakable, her hands steady against you.

You instinctively leaned into her, your body still trembling from the disorientation, you didn't protest, too overwhelmed to even question it.

"I need to go home," you muttered, your voice soft, barely audible as you felt the closeness between the two of you.

Paige didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you for a moment, her expression unreadable, she tightened her grip around your waist guiding you a little more firmly. "You’re not going anywhere just yet" she finally said, her tone neutral but with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place.

She gently placed you on the bed, her grip steady and careful, then crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at you with a mixture of concern and authority "Not in this state" she said firmly.

You shifted uncomfortably, still trying to gather your thoughts, but the way she stood there, watching you, made you feel exposed. You wanted to argue, to insist on leaving, but you couldn’t find the words. The room felt too quiet.

Paige didn’t budge, her gaze fixed on you, as if waiting for you to make the next move.

You glared up at her, frustration bubbling inside you. "I can take care of myself" you muttered your voice sharp as you pushed yourself up on the bed, trying to fight the dizziness still lingering.

Paige’s gaze softened for a moment, but her arms remained crossed, unmoving. "It’s not about that," she said, her tone quieter now, though still firm. "You’re not in the right condition to be alone right now."

You could feel the anger rising within you, the sudden shift in her behavior making it harder to understand. One moment she was distant and cold, and now she was being almost caring. You wanted to tell her everything you were feeling, but something stopped you, and instead, you stayed silent, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

You stood up again, determined to leave, but before you could take another step, Paige was quick to catch you, gently but firmly setting you back down on the bed. She hissed under her breath, her frown deepening as she crossed her arms again.

"Stay," she suggested, her tone now more of an order than a request. The authority in her voice was undeniable.

You looked at her, your own emotions tangled in confusion. You didn’t want to stay here, especially not after everything that had happened between you two. But the feeling of her hands on you, steady and strong, made it hard to argue.

"I don’t want to be in charge of anything that would happen to you," Paige said, her voice unexpectedly soft.

Your face dropped at her words. Just as you thought she might be worried about you, it became clear—she was worried about herself. The realization hit you hard, and a wave of disappointment washed over you. She wasn’t concerned for your well-being, not really. She was concerned about the consequences of what might happen if she let you go.

You stared at her, trying to process her words, but the knot in your stomach only grew tighter. Everything between you two felt so tangled now—confusing, painful, and far more complicated than it had ever been.

"Wow, thanks," you said sarcastically, the bitterness in your voice unmistakable. Your heart raced as you tried to keep your composure, but the frustration was too much.

Paige looked at you, confusion flashing across her face. "What?" she asked, clearly not understanding the weight of what you were feeling.

You shook your head, trying to hide the hurt behind a tight-lipped expression. "Nothing," you muttered, though it was far from nothing. There was so much you wanted to say, but the words felt trapped in your throat.

"Okay, fine, leave," Paige said, her voice laced with frustration, but there was something else beneath it—almost a warning. "But I’m not going to hear my name once something happens to you."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and final. You stared at her, trying to decide if you should just leave or stay, the tension between you both still thick and unresolved. She wasn't telling you to stay because she cared for you—she was telling you to stay because she didn’t want to take responsibility if anything went wrong. It made you feel smaller than you already did.

With a deep breath, you looked away, trying to push down the mix of anger and confusion that had risen in your chest. You didn’t respond, just let the silence settle in between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes, standing up, determined to walk away. But before you could take another step, Paige got a hold of your hand, pulling you back toward her with surprising force.

"Why you gotta be so fucking stubborn, huh?" she asked, her voice low but sharp, frustration clear in her eyes.

You couldn’t meet her gaze, the tension between you two so thick you could almost feel it suffocating you. You wanted to shrug her off, tell her to let go, but instead, you stayed frozen, your heart pounding in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to deal with her—especially not now—but somehow, you couldn’t seem to walk away.

You tried to pull away from her grip, your fingers struggling to free themselves, but Paige leaned in closer, her face now inches from yours. Her breath was warm against your skin, and the intensity in her gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're not going anywhere," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the command in her tone.

You swallowed hard, heart racing. Despite everything—despite the anger, the confusion, and the frustration—you couldn't shake the feeling that she was pulling you in deeper, no matter how much you wanted to resist.

You groaned in frustration, finally pulling your hand away from hers, the tension in your body palpable. "I can take care of myself" you snapped, your voice filled with defiance.

You stood your ground, even though a part of you felt the weight of her presence, the way she was still so close to you. You didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to be caught in this mess, but there you were, trying to push back against the pull she seemed to have over you. You weren’t sure whether you were convincing her or yourself, but you knew one thing for certain—you were done being controlled.

She looked at you for a split second, her expression unreadable. Without wasting another moment, you grabbed your bag and dashed for the door, feeling the rush of adrenaline in your veins. You didn’t care about anything else in that moment, only that you needed to get out of there. The clothes you were wearing felt suffocating as you rushed down the hallway, desperate to put distance between you and Paige.

The cool night air hit your face as you stepped outside, the city lights blurring in your vision. You didn’t look back, not once.

After the day at her penthouse, it weighed on your mind, but you did your best to push the thoughts aside. It was hard to ignore the way things had shifted between you and Paige, but you couldn’t afford to dwell on it right now. You were on your way to work, and the usual rush of routine tried to settle the storm inside you. Still, the memory lingered, flickering in the back of your mind as you entered the building, trying to focus on the day ahead.

You groaned under your breath, making your way to your desk, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of last night. But just as you were about to sit down, you noticed a guy across the room staring at you, his eyes full of judgment.

"Fuck you looking at?" you snapped, frustration bubbling up before you could stop it.

He quickly looked down, embarrassed, clearly not expecting that response. You didn’t care—people staring at you was nothing new. You just wanted to get through the day without any more distractions.

"Hey, girl," Zane cooed, her voice playful as she leaned in closer. "Boss P placed that." She gestured toward the box sitting in front of you, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

You raised an eyebrow, confusion crossing your face. "What? What’s in the box?"

Zane shrugged with a smirk. "Don’t know, but it looks like it’s from her."

You furrowed your brows, already feeling the tension in your chest as you slowly opened the box. Inside, to your surprise, were your clothes from last night—just neatly folded, as if Paige had simply wanted to give them back.

"Are you dating the boss?" someone asked from across the room, their voice laced with curiosity.

Before you could stop yourself, you snapped, "Oh my gosh! Shut the fuck up! I literally just left my clothes at her place!"

The moment the words left your mouth, you immediately regretted it. The room fell into a tense silence, and you could practically feel the assumption spreading like wildfire. Your face burned with embarrassment, and you quickly turned away, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. Great, now the entire office probably thought you were some kind of...whatever they imagined. You just wanted the day to end.

"I meant—" you stammered, trying to salvage the situation, but the words just wouldn't come out right. Frustration built up inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Wow, fuck ya'll."

The tension in the room only grew thicker as everyone shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of what to make of your outburst. You could feel the eyes on you, and it was almost suffocating. What had started as an innocent mix-up was now spiraling out of control, and you hated how powerless you felt to stop it. With a sigh, you sank into your chair, hoping the ground would open up and take you somewhere far, far away.

"Wait, fr? You dating the boss?" Yana slid in, her eyes wide with curiosity, clearly trying to get more out of you.

You quickly shook your head, panic rising in your chest. "No! Absolutely not," you snapped, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. "I just... left my clothes there, okay? It's nothing like that."

Yana raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but holding back her teasing for now. The whole room felt like it was holding its breath, and you could feel the heat on your face from the whispers and side glances. "Sure, sure," she said, but her tone made it clear she wasn't convinced.

You could only sigh in frustration, hoping the conversation would die down soon.

Finally, the tension in the room began to ease as everyone returned to their tasks, focusing on work. One by one, the teasing stopped, and they all left you alone, allowing you to breathe a little easier.

You sank back into your chair, trying to push everything aside and concentrate on the work in front of you. The morning had been exhausting, and you just wanted to get through the day without any more drama. As much as the situation with Paige and the rumors bothered you, you couldn't let it distract you any longer.

With a deep breath, you settled into the rhythm of your tasks, hoping the rest of the day would be calmer.

Then you looked up at the co-worker who had tapped your desk, a mix of surprise and unease washing over you. "Boss expecting you at her office right now," they said, their tone neutral but firm.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t had a direct interaction with Paige since the chaos of the previous days, and now here you were, being summoned.

"Right now?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yeah," the co-worker nodded, walking away without another word.

With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your things and made your way to her office, each step feeling heavier than the last. You couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was coming next would only make everything more complicated.

As you made your way to Paige's office, you caught sight of Ava, who was glaring at you from across the room. The look in her eyes was cold, filled with judgment and something else you couldn’t quite place. You scowled back at her, not bothering to hide your frustration.

Ava only shot you a smug smile before turning her attention elsewhere, clearly enjoying the tension. You didn’t care. Right now, you had bigger things to worry about than her petty attitude. You kept your head high and pushed through the awkwardness, focusing on the task ahead.

When you reached Paige's office, you hesitated for just a moment before knocking lightly on the door.

You opened the door to Paige's office, her voice cold and commanding as she spoke, "Come in." The moment you stepped inside, you felt the weight of her gaze, sharp and unforgiving, as she glared at you from behind her desk.

The tension in the room was palpable, her presence as intimidating as ever. "Have any idea what was happening?" she asked, her tone flat but laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

You stood there, unsure of how to respond, the lingering thoughts of everything that had transpired between the two of you flashing through your mind.

"No," you said bluntly, trying to keep your composure, though you could feel the tension building up in your chest. You quickly lowered your gaze, not wanting to meet her eyes, the words "ma'am" escaping your lips almost instinctively.

The silence between the two of you hung heavily, as you anxiously awaited her response. You could feel the weight of her stare on you, the way her eyes seemed to search for something deeper, something more than just the surface of your words.

"Rumors, of us dating," Paige interrupted, her voice sharp and almost mocking as she leaned back in her chair still glaring at you. You quickly shook your head, panic creeping into your chest as you tried to explain yourself.

"Look, it's not—" you started your words stumbling over each other. But before you could finish, she raised a hand to silence you, her expression unreadable.

"You think I don't know what people are saying?" she said, her tone calm yet cutting. "This isn't just about what they think, it's about how you're handling it."

"It’s not my fault," you scoffed, the words slipping out in disbelief. You crossed your arms defensively feeling the frustration rise. "I didn't start these rumors, and I sure as hell didn't ask for them."

Paige's eyes narrowed studying you closely as if weighing your every word. The silence that followed felt suffocating and you couldn't tell if she was angry, amused, or just indifferent.

Finally, she leaned forward her voice colder than before "No one’s saying you did. But you're going to have to figure out how to handle this, whether you like it or not."

"Why would I?" you snapped, the frustration bubbling over and completely forgetting she was your boss. Your words were sharp and you immediately regretted the tone, but the anger you felt from the situation overpowered your usual restraint.

Paige's eyes flickered with something dark, but her expression remained stoic. She didn’t respond immediately, giving you a moment to realize what you’d just said. You braced yourself for whatever came next, knowing you'd just crossed a line.

"Want to say that again?" Paige's voice was low dangerously calm as she leaned forward her gaze intensifying. The tension in the room thickened, and you could feel the weight of her presence pressing down on you.

For a moment you considered backing down but something in you refused to cower, instead, you stood your ground even though your heart was racing.

"Nothing, sorry" you muttered turning around to leave but her voice stopped you.

"Have I dismissed you yet?" Paige’s tone was sharp sending a chill down your spine.

You hesitated, guilt gnawing at you for trying to leave so abruptly, and you turned back slowly meeting her gaze.

"Come here" Paige ordered her voice laced with authority.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you hesitated for a moment, there was something in her eyes a mixture of control. Reluctantly, you took a step forward.

Yiur heart pounding with every step, paige’s eyes scanned you from head to toe her gaze calculating and sharp, she clicked her tongue in slight disapproval before speaking again.

"strip."

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[kalims]

ㅤlikey likey

premise. certain situations bring out the realization that they like it, and they can't help but appreciate it.

featuring. vice dorm leaders + ruggie

content. gender neutral reader, fluff

note. can we all agree that ruggie is savanaclaws vice dorm leaders at this point

trey likes it when you accompany him when he's in the kitchen, or anywhere for that matter but he's got a pretty big preference for his favorite place. maybe he thinks it's endearing to witness you acting like a little helper and following him around when he's just lowering the heat on the stove.

but he's used to the kitchen being so empty, with you there. the sound of the ticking oven is overshadowed by your light chatter, he'd thought he would perform better in a quiet environment to focus but turns out his treats come out more delicious than ever with the thought of you.

ruggie likes it when his hand brushes against yours, it's his personal favorite when he takes certain items from you. be it dangling your phone away from you, or a stray donut you just happened to be eating and didn't even think to share with him! :( .

initially he was just stealing stuff from you as a way to mess with you, he thinks it's funny. (it's totally a ruggie love language trust me. he'd never rob someone so obviously.) but now it's just another reason to use so he can cover up the 'I wanna touch you but idk how without getting called out.

jade likes it when you're both up in the mountains scouring for dangerous mushrooms to take home and claim as pets. you're a pretty prominent figure if he's actually telling you that you can't take that one home because it releases a poisonous spore when touched, but he says that there's another way of taking then home..?

especially when you're just crouching down, admiring them (from a distance usually because you've grown a fear from how many times he's warned you about a variety.) you're too immersed in it and jade can't pinpoint whether to be pleased or iffed that your attentions not on him. well it's always a pleasure to see his two favorite things together.

jamil likes it when you see him midst conversation and he sees you visibly brightening up. it doesn't matter if it's in a sense that everyone can tell but to him he can see your energy jolt when your eyes seem to sparkle. even better when you come up with some half-assed excuse to get out of said conversation and instead approach him to start another conversation.

the fact that you'd be so willing to abandon a talk with someone for a talk with him sends his soul ascending to the heavens and doing cartwheels. you're lucky cause he usually avoids talk with other people but he can't seem to make a lie to get out when you're looking a him like that.

rook is an eccentric man so his like for you is a little.. strange? he likes it when you greet him, weirdly simple for someone like rook but wait! he likes it because over time him speaking up from some random place like a tree, or a window doesn't scare the shit out of you as it used to. so to be short you're accustomed to his antics so you just greet him casually.

he always grins brighter when he hears it, his eyes crinkle and he always comes up with the poetic compliments before giving a variety of greetings each time. he doesn't mean to scare someone when he does it, they usually all run away when he wants to talk so you're just so fantastic! <4

ortho likes it when you visit. actually he likes you a lot! you're one of the few people in the entirety of nrc that are 1.) isn't scared of him or 2.) not weirded out. you're just like another big sibling to him! his favorite time of the day is around 8-10 PM because that's when you usually come around for your daily visit to catch up with him, gossip, or whatever. ortho will support you in whatever.

a crime? he expresses concern but is fully willing to aid you with whatever :) (HES SO CUTE.)

lilia likes it when you kiss his nose. he loves any affection you show him at all, kisses on the lips, fingers, temple whatever. he's gonna gobble every single second of it. his personal favorite though? for some reason its the nose. he insists its the inner bat in him, since bats do show affection through rubbing each other's noses together. you aren't one though so a kiss there is probably the closest to that.

plus points if you do it when he just jumpscares you after dropping from the ceiling, hanging upside down in his favorite position while you kiss his nose? oh goodness, he's in heaven! plz don't hold back, kiss him more... if you don't wanna he's gonna trick you either way (with love ofc)

note. HIHIHI sorry this isn't much but I figured I better feed the vice dorm leader stans 😭 not pr its midnight rn hel

Ill just link this tom, I'm gonna sleep 😓

[twilght-talks]

Something About Tonight

Warnings: Nothing! Kissing (if u count that)

Chris picks you up at 11:47 PM—just like always. No text, no call. Just the sound of his car pulling up outside your place, headlights cutting through the dark.

And, like always, you get in.

These late-night drives started months ago—just the two of you, nowhere to go, nowhere to be. Just music playing low, the hum of the engine, and the kind of silence that never felt awkward.

But tonight?

Tonight feels different.

Chris barely looks at you when you slide into the passenger seat. His fingers grip the steering wheel a little tighter, his jaw a little sharper in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

You watch him as he drives, the city lights streaking across his face. “You good?”

He swallows. “Yeah.”

You don’t buy it.

Something’s off.

And then—out of nowhere—Chris pulls over. Just parks the car on the side of some empty road, the neon glow of a gas station sign flickering in the distance.

Your heartbeat kicks up. “What are we doing?”

Chris runs a hand over his face, then exhales—slow, steady, like he’s trying to think.

“There’s something I gotta say,” he mutters, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

You straighten, pulse thrumming in your ears. “Okay…”

He doesn’t look at you—not yet. Just keeps staring straight ahead, like if he meets your eyes, he won’t be able to say it.

“I don’t—I don’t know how to do this,” he admits, shaking his head. “Like, I’ve been trying to figure out the right way to say it, but every time I see you, it just—” He cuts himself off with a sharp breath.

Your chest tightens. “Chris—”

“I like you.” The words come out rushed, unsteady. “Like, a lot. And I know we’ve been doing this whole ‘friends’ thing, but I can’t—” He finally looks at you, and damn.

His eyes? They’re so intense.

Like he’s been holding this in for too long, like he’s barely holding himself back now.

Your lips part, but no words come out. Because what the hell are you supposed to say when your best friend—when Chris—is looking at you like this?

“…Say something,” he murmurs, voice lower now.

You don’t think. Don’t hesitate.

You just lean in.

And when your lips brush—just barely—Chris moves.

Hand slipping behind your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pulling you closer. The kiss isn’t soft—it’s messy, desperate, like he’s making up for lost time. Like he’s afraid this might not happen again.

A/n: Hi my lil monsters! How we likey? First Chris fic (and I promise there’s a lot more to come) I’m trying to write a full fic for everyone on my master list. Send in any request if u wanna!

Love ya, Twilight

Taglist:

@amoristt @lousypotatoes @infinetlyforgotten @mirahyun

[astrologanize]

how do you make them feel? (platonic/romantic)

*please take a moment to take a deep breath and choose the image you are most drawn towards*

🍏 pile 1:

whoever you are inquiring about - you make this person reflect on things that bring up certain fears, you make this person feel like they don’t know what to do, you make this person feel more reserved and held back (in a positive and/or negative way), you make this person reconsider and reevaluate. when it comes to this connection you need to make sure you are also being self-reflective, you need to make sure that you aren’t assuming this connection is better than it actually is or treating this connection too lightly, it does seem like this connection is meant to teach both of you about something and in order to learn you need to get out of your ego and do some soul searching

🍎 pile 2:

whoever you are inquiring about - if this person is someone you don’t know very well then it’s definitely showing up that they’re neutral towards you, if this person is someone you are acquainted with that is in your life then you make them feel like it’s a more informal connection because i’m not seeing that you make this person feel much, if this person is someone from the past who is no longer in your life then you make them feel like there may have been some things left unsaid/that your connection was a defeat for them in some way but ultimately they feel like they are moving on and don’t want to rehash anything. when it comes to this connection you either need to change things up and challenge your maturity level or you need to think long & hard about this connection and what you can take away from it so that you can grow as a person

🍐 pile 3:

whoever you are inquiring about - you make this person feel comfortable, this person feels like you two have a routine or a very laid out dynamic with each other, you make them feel like there’s a reliability within your connection. when it comes to this connection it seems incredibly cyclic and you need to be wary of repeating the same experiences/lessons over and over with this person, either you need to avoid leaving too much open ended when it comes to this person because they can be/get a little too comfortable in this connection and feel like they don’t have to properly attend to your connection or the case is that you need to try to work on your own bad habits within this connection because this person overlooks a lot/is overly generous towards you

🍊 pile 4:

whoever you are inquiring about - you make this person feel challenged in a positive way, you make this person feel like they have to branch out more, you make this person utilize their wits and capabilities more, orrrr if this is someone you have beef or had beef with then you make this person feel uncomfortable and they have some shit to say about you lol. when it comes to this connection you need to make sure you’re invested and open to it because this isn’t a connection to brush off/close yourself off to, try to avoid reading into things and making snap judgments, try to give the benefit of the doubt, try to appreciate the connection, try to see the possibilities of what could be, try to take your time with it

🍋 pile 5:

whoever you are inquiring about - you make this person feel more focused on themselves, you may give this person an ego boost somehow. when it comes to this connection you shouldn’t be putting too much energy and effort towards it, this seems like a connection that is what it is so try to be easygoing, avoid trying to make strides towards this person or having aspirations for this connection, try to avoid being confrontational or getting your hackles up because it’s not worth it

🍉 pile 6:

whoever you are inquiring about - me no likey this pile. you make this person feel like they have the control and like they can do what they want with that so i am seeing a poor power dynamic. when it comes to this connection you need to grow a backbone and love yourself

[bigbysgentlehand]

i wanna chart out the earth-null marvelcule at some point because i love when a polycule becomes an incomprehensible web

so like in terms of who i ship hatman with. obviously theres quill and johnny. parker's a little up in the air, but im leaning towards it. theres a few others that are also still up in the air like kurt and jake.

quill pairings ... i like quillock and i like riderquill a lot but im not super informed on either is the issue. im not that big on prydequill admittedly so im probably just gonna brush past that. same with starmora. twitter has also gotten me into starknight ... moonstar? idk but its him w moon knight and i likey.

so. obviously i cannot ignore spideytorch. it is a necessity in these trying times. its peak. BUT i also really like the classics (mj/parker) and the niche picks (johnny/angelica) so thats gonna be present too. btw earth-null mj is transmasc and uses he/they pronouns. I DO ALSO LOVE PETER/HARRY TBH SO LIKE UM MAYBE THAT WILL HAPPEN.

the nightmare polycule

[angelicsjn]

how would the yanderes react if we gave them the silent treatment?

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: Ooooo. Drama, me likey.

A B O U T: You give them the silent treatment.

W A R N I N G S: Angst. Lots of it.

— ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.

At first, he wouldn't react. He'd continue as usual, brushing it off as a bad mood.

Roman can deal with a bad mood. We're all human. He doesn't push it, and if you want to speak, he'll let you do it.

Until it turned into days of complete silence, he questions why and at first tries to pull you out of it. As you refuse, he gives up.

He can play at that game.

He's the one in control here, and if you want to act like a child, he will treat you like one.

He ignores you and walks past you without a single glance. Doesn't say good morning or good night. He acts as if you don't even exist. Placing your plate down without much thought towards you when he usually rubs your back or even has you on his lap.

If you keep up ignoring him, he will leave for work and even spend up to a week without any contact as he races, and the only interaction you have from him is watching him on screen, when usually you're there with him because he doesn't like being away from you at all.

You felt like it backfired way too much, that he stopped caring, and that's where the switch flicked. He didn't need you. You needed him.

In the end, it's you who crawls back. The silent treatment doesn't work with Roman because if you want to be left, he will leave until you beg for him to even look your way.

He may be petty when annoyed and the sweetest when happy, but his lack of emotion at times is borderline terrifying.

— LATEN REED.

He hates it. HATES. IT.

Laten won't leave you alone, telling you anything and everything, even brings up people you don't like to try and gain a reaction.

He buys you your favourite foods and puts on your favourite movies. Each day, he comes back with something he knew you'd like and nearly breaks everything with frustration as you completely ignore him.

He watches you like a hawk, more than usual. Why are you acting this way? He slowly backs away to see your issue.

But he misses you. He misses being close. So he tries other ways. Holding you extra tight on nights, staying in bed longer in the morning. Kisses you more, tries being more playful with you, maybe you're bored.

Your attitude pretty much takes the space in his mind to the point where his coach screams at him to focus.

His breaking point was your lack of presence or even care at his game. It was a big deal for him. You're his lucky charm.

He walked away from the game with a bloody nose, sprained wrist, and busted knuckles from pretty much fighting the opposing team rather than actually playing.

When he returned back in that state, he didn't even get dressed. Walked right back to you, and you saw his frustration and hurt, and worry took over the silence.

You gave in after seeing how hurt he was, physically and mentally, from your silence.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Jae is a wild card. At first, he uses his idol mask. Treats you as if you're a fan at a fansign, gentle and patient. Smiley and sweet.

'What's wrong? Did I do something?' With his famous sweet eyes and gentle touches.

When you refuse to even look his way, he quickly loses his patience.

He makes a scene, shouting, accusing you of hurting his feelings. He treats you so well? Why are you being so horrible?

He's risking so much being with you. He's an idol. If people find out he's done, career over, so why are you being so fucking ungrateful? You're so hard to deal with. You're so damn selfish.

He has sacrificed so much. He could have chosen anyone. Anyone. Yet he chose you. A childish brat.

He talks you to the ground, 5 trips you into believing your actions are all your fault rather than a reaction to his.

He holds you as you cry, saying sorry. Stroking your hair, kissing your cheek, wiping away your tears, 'it's okay. You'll learn, you understand I do all this for you. For us.'

— KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.

Heh, he's delusional. He doesn't even notice at first. To him, you're perfect, and so is your relationship. He does something wrong? No. He didn't. Huh. You're both so happy!

You're giving him silent treatment? No. You wouldn't do that.. would you? No. You're just ill. You're not well. Is your throat sore? Or maybe you're tired. That's probably it.

He makes every excuse to exist rather than see you're actually ignoring him. He will speak, even if you don't reply. He will kiss you, even if you don't kiss back.

You don't hug back. He hugs harder. You refuse to eat with him. He will place you on his lap and feed you. Obviously, you're too tired to eat. Poor baby.

If anything, he annoys you more. He babies you, does literally everything for you to the point where you feel suffocated and start speaking to shut him up..

He still then doesn't see how you were truly acting, he almost drives you insane with how delusional he was and even if you told him you were ignoring him he'd find away to refuse the truth and create his own story.

— HAYDEN WEST.

He picks up on the vibes before you even do it. He freezes up because why? Why are you ignoring him? What did he do wrong?

Hayden walks on eggshells around you, speaks carefully. Tries not to annoy you. Does anything in his power to make you like him again.

He doesn't see it as silent treatment. He genuinely believes you hate him. So he does anything and everything to make you like him.

As time passes, he doesn't change. He's persistent and wallows in the sadness completely. At some points, he joins you. Sitting there quietly as he wonders why, what does he need to do to bring you back to him?

He eventually cries. Literally begging you to go love him again. Saying he's sorry for everything and whatever he's done to hurt you.

He'll never do it again. He loves you so so much! Please, please love him again. Don't leave. Don't ignore. Speak to him. Hug him. Kiss him. Don't go. Please do not go!

You hold him and give in. Seeing his sweet face cry, his heartbreaking words. How could you? You end up feeling guilty for making him feel that way.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Joshua hates it. Communication is everything to him. He doesn't understand why you aren't just talking to him? It's not hard.

He allows your emotions to simmer. He understands that maybe you need space if you both have a disagreement. It's only human to react in such a way.

But once it turns into days of nothing, he grows agitated because he just wants you near him, to see you smile again.

"Come on, love. Let's speak." He hushes out, his hand on your back as he watches you with worried dark eyes. "What have I done?"

He doesn't stop until you tell him. He will literally get onto his knees and beg that you tell him.

— BLAKE CROSS.

This idiot doesn't even notice. He's too busy in his own lavish world to see that you're completely blanking him.

He thought you were tired, cold, too warm, maybe hungry. Maybe you felt bad for accepting that ring. Maybe you miss your family, you little humble lifestyle. You'd have to get used to it, you know?

He'd only see that it's him you've got the issue with when you pull away from his touch. He doesn't like that. He really fucking doesn't.

"What?" He snaps, not knowing what's up. "Why are you ignoring me?" As you blank him, once again, he grabs you by your shoulders.

"What's wrong? What have I done now?" He rolls his eyes and mentally cusses himself out.

He probably said something dumb again.

[ramp-it-up]

How I Married Your Mother Pt. 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Fluff, Angst, Woman on top, pregnancy symptoms, creampie, pregnancy test, discussion of keeping the baby, ultrasound.

A/N: I needed a wholesome break from the sin that is The Bar Au 🥵, well as wholesome as smut can be? Anyway, I struggled to make this shorter, but finally gave in to the length. There will just have to be a part three. 🤗Dividers by @firefly-graphics​. I’ve been going through a lot this week, so I hope you enjoy!

Read How I Married Your Mother, Pt 1, This is Part of the How I Met Your Father Series found here.

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As you rode Chris you felt electric.

Your thighs were sore from tensing up, because every time you moved your hips, the drag of his long, thick cock your walls sparked fire.

You panted and looked down on him as he looked at where you two were connected. Those fucking eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheeks and his mouth was open, gasping for breath at how good you were fucking himself on him.

You put your hand on one of his pecs, tracing your thumb against his nipple. Chris’s mouth opened wider.

“Fuck Angel. Didn’t know that you missed me that much…shit! Fucking yourself so good on this cock.. Pussy so wet. And sooo fucking tight.”

One of Chris’ hands reached for your clit, and the other hand grasped your breast.

“Fuck, Chris! Your dick feels sooo damn good inside me.”

Your thighs trembled as you moved faster, the stimulation from Chris’ hands spurring you on. He brushed your nipple with his thumb. It was so sensitive that you moaned loudly, so he did it again, causing you to clench and grind down on his cock.

“So fucking responsive for me. Shit!”

Chris moved the hand that working your clit and slapped your ass.

“Ride me cowgirl!”

He continued rubbing your nipple and sat up to lick it. The. He breathed up into your face as his eyes held yours. His deep voice caused you to shiver.

“You’re about to milk my cock for all that it’s worth.”

And he leaned down and softly suckled your breast. That and those blue eyes entrancing you made you throw your head back as you came violently round him.

Chris tilted you back onto the bed and ponded you until he reached his end, spurting cum into your clenching hot cunt. You could swear that you felt every pulse and shot against your walls and cervix.

“Holy fuck, that was hot!” He kissed your sweaty forehead. “God I missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You started giggling.

“But ride me cowgirl? How are you so sexy but such a dork?”

You smiled into Chris’s eyes as he lay stroking your side, chuckling with happiness.

“What can I say? it's my superpower.”

You smirked at him.

“What did you put on our dick?”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It feels like an electric baton. Like it’s in 3-D or something”

Chris leaned up on his elbow.

“Can I have some of what you’re smoking? Because my dick has always been 3-D? Maybe it’s all the lotion I’ve used jacking off to pictures of you for the last two weeks.”

You giggled again.

“You mean you’re real? Chris Evans just let me ride him into the sunset?”

Chris smiled, glad that you two could laugh about it. His fame had been the only source of tension in your relationship.

“Yeah. Because he loves you so much.”

He leaned down and kissed you on the nose, then rubbed your nipples.

“It is really hot how you reacted every time I touched you. What’s up with that?”

You shrugged.

“I don't know. I’m just extra sensitive. Maybe it’s reunification hormones?”

Chris laughed.

“Or maybe it’s just going to be that time of the month. Can’t that affect sensation? Your tits are extra big. Me likey.”

Chris leaned down and started running his lips across your nipples. You lay back and smiled as you enjoyed the sensation, you hand in his hair and scratching his scalp as he made you feel good.

Then your eyes popped open. You sat straight up and pushed Chris off you.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked at Chris and your mouth fell open.

“Fuck!”

You gasped and grabbed your phone.

“Haven’t had a time of the month since couple of weeks before Vegas.”

You checked your cycle tracker.

“Holy Shit!”

This explained a lot.

Chris was still clueless.

“But that was two months…” He caught on. …”ago…”

“Yeah…”

You started freaking out and going to your closet to grab some sweats, Chris’ in fact, your new favorites.

“What are you doing?”

You were irritated now.

“Going to the drug store, Christopher.”

“You can’t go in this state. Let me.”

“The paps are stalking you. They followed us here. You certainly can’t be seen buying a pregnancy test…what if I’m not pregnant? I love you, but I’m not going through all that for nothing.”

Chris knew you were right.

“Then what do we do?”

You grabbed your phone and pressed a contact. It was two am, but you knew she'd pick up the phone.

An hour later, Kit was knocking on your door with a bag of assorted pregnancy tests.

“Whaddup, Dude Bro. Not firing blanks I see!” She put her hand up for a high five from Chris.

“You gonna leave me hanging? I see how it is.”

You took the bag from her, not amused.

“Not funny Kit. Let’s hope he is firing blanks.”

“Hey!”

Chris protested as you gave Kit a quick hug.

“Thank you girl.”

You grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You heard Kit and Chris trying the knob and knocking on the door.

“Open up bitch.”

“C’mon, Angel, let me in.”

“Just let me have 10 minutes please!”

They heard the panic in your voice and decided to stop pressing you.

Chris and Kit went to the kitchen to give you some space.

Kit walked around the kitchen island eyeing Chris.

“So. If my girl is pregnant, are you gonna man up?”

Chris retorted quickly.

“Have you forgotten the last two weeks? You know how I feel about her.”

“Yeah, yeah, but you’re also an actor.”

Kit squared up, as tall as Chris was as he sat on the stool.

“You fuck my girl over, you’re a dead man. Just know that if you run from your responsibilities, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.”

Kit and Chris stared each other down for about 30 seconds until Kit lost interest and opened your fridge.

“A bitch is hungry, what y’all got to eat in here.”

Chris hadn’t thought of running, but now he didn’t know whether to get a head start or laugh.

Kit was kinda crazy.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom you were looking in the mirror and trying to regulate your breathing. It took you a couple of minutes, but you finally opened all the tests and lined them up.

Kit had bought five different kinds.

“Nothing to it, but to do it,” you said to yourself as you started the process.

15 minutes and five tests later, you walked out of the bathroom. Your face said it all

“Ohhhhh, SHIT!”

“Kit…” your voice barely registered. You were in shock. You looked over to Chris who was sitting on the stool with a blank stare.

“I’M FIXING TO BE AN AUNTIE!!!”

“Kit!”

Your voice was louder now as the panic set in.

“OooooooOOOO! I hope it’s a little ol’ girl!”

“KIT SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Both Kit and Chris were staring at you. Kit looked from you to him and cleared her throat.

“Well, you two might like some privacy right about now. Iiiii’mmmm gonna go get something to eat. From The Diner. Watcha want?”

She was greeted with silence as you and Chris continued to look at each other, trying to read the other’s expression.

“Alrighty then. I’ll get the usual. Be back.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, Chris got up and as he neared, you backed away.

You went to sit on the couch and he followed. Your head was in your hands as you felt the couch dip beside you.

“Shit.”

Your heart dropped. You peeked between your fingers to look at him.

Chris was grinning.

“Ohhh shit!” He started laughing.

“What the hell are you laughing at???”

“This is perfect!”

You stood up, horrified.

“You’ve lost your fucking mind!”

Chris stood up and put his hands on your arms.

“I know this is a little unexpected. But it’s not like we didn’t want it, right? I mean, we’ve been going at it raw since day one…”

“I didn’t… I… I’m not trying to trap you Chris…”

You shook your head and pulled away.

“I didn’t say that. How could you trap me when I’m a grown man? I knew very well what we were doing and this crossed my mind.”

He shrugged.

“I decided that I’d be thrilled if you have my baby.”

You stared at him.

“Did you plan this?”

“No. Just like you, I’m not trying to trap you, but you had to know this could happen.”

You shook your head again.

“I guess I did. Theoretically. But I was so caught up in this new… this.. us..”

You motioned between you two.

“…And work that I just didn’t think…Oh fuck. Work. What am I going to do?”

You started sobbing and Chris moved toward you and tentatively took you in his arms. When you let him, he held you close.

“It’s okay…..” He was silent for a long while. “Whatever you want to do, I’m here.”

You held onto him for dear life. You were so scared.

“This is not like I had this planned.”

Chris held you out from him, and wiped your tears with his thumbs. He kissed your lips. And then he started to kneel.

“What the hell are you doing???”

“Will you marry me?”

“NO!“

Chris was shocked. He got up and sat on the couch with the same expression he wore when he found out you were pregnant.

He looked so lost that you felt bad. You sat down beside him.

“Chris… I can’t marry you.”

Your voice was soft

“Why not?” He looked so much like a little boy.

“Because I.. we just can’t.”

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me.”

You couldn’t do it. You looked down at your hands twisting in your lap.

“You only want to marry me because I’m pregnant. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

“I love you Angel. That’s why I want to marry you.”

“Chris, we’ve known each other for two months…”

He looked at you, and those blue eyes never seemed bluer.

“True, but I knew the moment I saw you.”

“Chris….”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way and I’ll adjust my attitude. I won’t ask you. For a month. But I will ask you every month until the day I die until you say yes.”

You sighed.

“I don’t go with you. Chris Evans marries librarian. So not the move Chris.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that. You make me happy.”

“I haven't told my mom about you.”

“I’ve told mine everything about you.”

You looked at him in astonishment.

“Everything?”

He smiled. “We’re close.”

You just shook your head and tried to talk him out of it.

“Do you want a boring life?”

“I want consistency.”

“Do you want to be tied down with a family?”

“I want the opportunity to be there for my kid.”

“Do you want to be trapped?”

“I want to be given the gift of trying to make you happy every day for the rest of my life.” You looked in his eyes and you knew he meant it.

“Give me a chance to do those things. I love you. I want you. I need you. I want to make this work.”

You put your head in your hands.

“Chris. This is too much. I need… time. to think. I need space. To breathe.”

Chris didn’t want to leave. But if he stayed he knew it would be a fight and wouldn’t get him anywhere.

He gathered his things, and came back into the living room, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Angel. Call me and I’m here.”

You nodded and gave him a hug at the door. This all felt so surreal. You went to your bed and lay down, hoping this was all a dream.

Kit basically broke into your apartment, although she had a key, when you wouldn’t answer her. You had to tell her why you were crying because she was about to go ham and unleash holy hell on Chris on social media.

“Dude Bro is gonna be a daddy. What’s the problem?”

“He asked me to marry him.”

Kit moved her neck.

“...As he should… Dafuq?”

“I’m not down for that Kit.”

“Girl, you are tripping. He is clearly head over heels for you. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Kit stopped and massaged her temples.

“I’m sorry. I said I was gonna stop saying that to people.”

Kit took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Then she spoke to you again in a faux soothing tone.

“How can I help you understand what the fuck is wrong with you?”

You didn’t have an explanation.

“It’s just too much to think about, Kit.”

“Are you going to keep the baby?”

You looked at her. She saw it in your eyes.

“Well then, think about this. When you have that baby, there is no way that you will keep Chris away. And you two can’t keep your hands off each other sooo… you’ll probably make more little dude bros. Why not marry him if nothing else than to save the baby mama drama?”

“Fuck the fact THAT YOU LOVE THAT MAN??? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

Kit got up and went to the kitchen.

“Now eat this damn food. Got to make sure my godchild is fed.”

Kit fed you and stayed with you all night. You fell asleep curled up next to her on the couch.

The next morning, you woke up in your bed and reached for Chris. You panicked and then remembered the night before.

“My god. What have I done?”

You really turned down a marriage proposal from the man you loved.

You reached for your phone and melted when you saw the texts from Chris.

I wanted to call you and come back over so many times last night, but you said you wanted space.

Space sucks.

Call me.

Please.

You called him and he picked up immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hey, Angel. Did you sleep well?”

Chris sounded tired.

“Slept okay. How about you?”

He sighed. “Not a lot.”

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

“You gotta eat.”

“Okay. You wanna go somewhere?”

“I… might be in your lobby. With food.”

You chuckled. “Well, come on up.”

You went to the bathroom and tried to fix your self. You looked terrible.

“You look gorgeous.”

Was the first thing Chris said when you opened the door. You smiled and stepped back to let him in.

“I look like shit. I need a shower…”

Chris went to the kitchen to put the food down.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled at him. “How did you get in the lobby?”

“Doorman took pity on me when he saw the paparazzi.”

“Ah. Listen, Chris…”

“No, Angel. You listen.”

The authoritativeness in Chris’s voice gave you pause.

“I presented it all wrong last night. You can’t push me away. Like it said, I’m here. Believe it or not, I was already planning to propose. And I’m not going to alter those plans, so think about your answer.”

He moved to take you in his arms and you let him.

“Because pregnant or not, librarian or not, whether your mom ever knows about me or not, You’re my forever. And I just want to be yours.”

“Chris, I’ve thought…”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“You missed your chance last night. I’ll ask you again, but you don’t get to control it. I’m coming for you. And you need to get ready.”

You flushed and looked up at him through your lashes.

“Yes… Daddy.”

He chuckled. “Fuck Angel. Did you say something about a shower?”

Two weeks later—

Chris moved to sit down and the nurse quickly moved a chair behind him to catch him.

“Mr. Evans, are you okay?”

Chris looked at the doctor. “Who? What?”

“Oh. My. God, Chris! Look at them!”

Your voice broke as you said it.

Chris looked up at the screen and then remembered that you were on the table with an ultrasound wand up your hooo hah.

He moved to hold your hand again and looked into your tear filled eyes.

“Yes, Ms. YLN and Mr. Evans. There they are. Your twins. Baby A and Baby B.”

[violetsandfluff]

College!Shawn and reader are dating and one day they have a free period so they came to Shawn’s house and they’re just like cuddling in his bed watching a film and Karen and Manny come in the room because they’re off work for the afternoon and they start teasing Shawn and he gets embarrassed and reader is trying not to laugh

anon, anon! 😏 me likey

“You have a free period next, right?” a low voice inquired from beside you as you walked out of your English class, scrambling with your binder.

You whirled around to see Shawn grinning at you from the wall beside the door. He was tall, clothed in a gray sweatshirt and black skinny jeans, his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder.

“What?” you asked as he bent to pick up a thick book that had escaped your grasp.

“You have a free period next, right?” he repeated, brushing some stray hairs from your face.

“Yeah. My professor cancelled last minute. Why?”

“Wanna come to my house?” he asked. “You should come to my house.”

“Can I stop at my dorm first?” you asked, still struggling with your books.

“No. Here, I’ll help.” Shawn scooped some books and papers out of your arms and carried them to his car, tapping them against his car’s roof to straighten them. He handed them to you as he drove out of the parking lot and you filed them away in your orderly backpack.

Shawn switched on the radio and you both sang along to the 80s songs that played through his speakers, thoroughly enjoying the fun old elements of it.

When they reached his house, they carried their bags and water bottles inside and up to Shawn’s bedroom, dropping them by his door and kicking off their shoes.

You ran to the bathroom with one of Shawn’s sweatshirts as Shawn sifted through the movies he had and decided that you could choose. He was tired and cuddly. He would be too busy admiring you to watch it.

You chose The Notebook and he turned it on, giving you a smirk as he peeled the covers off of his bed and crawled in. “Join me?”

You crawled into the covers as he pressed play on his remote. His arms felt so warm around you.

You could have melted.

You didn’t mind that he was still wearing jeans and he didn’t mind that you stole another one of his sweatshirts. He just wanted you in his arms.

The movie was background noise as you and Shawn talked. You talked about your classes, one particularly looney professor you had, and the headache of a lab partner he was stuck with.

“I love you,” Shawn said as he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“I love you more,” you murmured back as you snuggled against his chest.

He kissed you long and slow. Hard. So hard that it conked you out. You and Shawn slept beneath his cloud-like comforter until a voice stirred you awake.

You assumed it was the movie, but Shawn recognized the voices better.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Manny joked. “Mom and I are home for the afternoon.”

Shawn gave them a thumbs up and tried to snuggle down further into the covers with you.

“Ditching again?” Karen smiled, casting a joking glance at you, but you didn’t see it.

“I don’t have classes this afternoon,” Shawn explained as his cheeks flamed. He stuck a shoulder out of the blanket to show his parents that he was clothed.

“What’re you watching?” Manny recognized the movie immediately and couldn’t help giving a hefty laugh.

“I dunno,” he grumbled. “Ask Y/N.”

“The Notebook!” you piped up and Karen grabbed the doorknob again.

“Enjoy, lovebirds,” she said as she left and Manny saluted them.

“I think they’ll probably leave us alone now,” you remarked with a smirk.

Shawn grimaced. “Something tells me you’re right.”

Taglist: @wayfcharlie @fishingirl12 @monikamendes @chocochipcookie305 @pamelagramm

[hypersonicjd]

Sonic Fandom Rant

Okay so, although I have been pretty ecstatic to see people be as excited as I have been for Sonic Frontiers’ new story direction, going to more serious things like what we had in the Adventure era, I feel people have been taking way too many jabs at the previous writers for stories.

Pontaff was hit and miss sometimes. I feel they hit it good with Colors. I feel the dialogue was mostly harmless and sometimes even fun (people from the fandom really dragged the baldy mcnosehair bit to the ground when it was only used ONCE OR TWICE in the entire game.) it could’ve been better yes, but I don’t think it deserves as much rejection as what people have been voicing as of late. Generations didn’t really have much of a story which was a missed opportunity and it could’ve been so much grander and better while still being a fun ride. Lost World is where most of the ups and downs REALLY tend to fluctuate. They got Eggman pretty well, Sonic doing something reckless (which I believe he would end up doing and is in character imo) and Tails being more proactive. I feel the conflict could’ve been something better instead of Tails feeling jealous or brushed aside, BUT I love him as a character evolving to the point of straight up standing up against Sonic for something that he doesn’t feel is right.

That means that Tails sees himself as... HIMSELF, that he wants to be seen as his own person and not just Sonic’s sidekick or something alike and that is something that I genuinely liked. But then we have Orbot and Cubot shenanigans, with Cubot almost killing Sonic and Eggman having to save him because Tails was messing around too much. That was pretty stupid and me no likey. Eggman WANTING TO TEAR THE DEADLY SIX APART AND HAVING THAT RAGE MOMENT IN THE OTHER HAND IS A CHEF’S KISS. He was menacing and genuinely scary at that moment. Mike’s performance in the scene was awesome and I feel the writing actually hit a good point there. But people took Lost World as a lost cause in general and deemed it as another failure. I kinda agree on the sentiment that the story was NOT good and could’ve used revisions or an entire rewrite, but there were moments that definitely shined.

Forces is... Complicated. There’s a lot of things that could’ve been handled a lot better, like how nobody thought of using the Chaos Emeralds to fight Infinite when they would’ve been a perfect match against the Phantom Ruby and instead of the Avatar having to use Wisps, they could’ve been using Chaos Powers like in Sonic 06 or something like that. Eggman was also on point in the game too. Him taking over the world was cool to see and his super big death egg mechs were awesome.

So, ups and downs, but nothing that I would deem as dreadful, terrible and that it was a bad time to be a Sonic fan like how many people have said it was.

Y’know what is a bad time for me now? People praising a writer that’s only seen the Sonic comics for most of his life, MAYBE playing a few of the games and thus giving us completely out of character versions of Sonic, Shadow, Eggman, Amy and Silver. People praising the living shit out of this guy and saying that Frontiers is as good as it is right now when Ian’s most likely only done character dialogue and nothing relating to the story, or Roger’s new voice direction, or anything that would be the backbone of the game’s premise.

Or how about taking jabs at Sonic Team for not being able to include or do every single thing the fandom wants like playable Knuckles and Amy in Sonic Origins. You already got 4 games fully remastered for every single platform under the sun and you got Knuckles to be playable in Sonic 1, 2 and 3, but just because fans have the time and dedication to “fix” it up, they are just better than Sonic Team and Sega. Yes, they are improving the experience and it is awesome that we are this strong of a community to have achieved these kind of modifications and fixes that could rival a company’s way of patching the game later down the line, but it is different in terms of a company making a video game vs someone changing it that isn’t from a company.

They have deadlines, they might not be able to get things working as they intended, or there might be corporate heads messing shit up. I’ll always support fan creations whenever it be mods, romhacks and anything else people can come up with, but there should be respect towards the original developers as they are what provide the content we strive from. They are still people.

Almost everybody knows what happened with Sonic Omens and that game goes to show that NOT everything the fans do is going to be good, or better than what Sega pulls out and I feel people need to understand that. It also puts a lot of pressure on other creators, that they need to do better than Sonic Team or they’ll be shitted on, that they aren’t “up to standard” and that can spiral really quick.

In general, I feel people have been harsh with Sega and Sonic Team in general and although praise is going to them with Sonic Frontiers, a lot of aspects that could also be praised are instead going to Ian Flynn, since a lot of the fandom see him as a godsend, that nothing he does is wrong and that he is going to save this franchise, when it was already healing before he even intervened with the development of this game. It’s just that we didn’t really see it.

I dunno, this is a wall of text but I wanted to let out so many things that I’ve been feeling with the fandom as of late. Feel free to add anything if you want with a reblog or a comment.

[ladymochawrites]

Can...I get an eclair with a reader that has insomnia?

ECLAIR X !READER W/ INSOMNIA

pronouns preferred: they/them

topic: doing fluff; a reader who has insomnia and struggles to fall asleep

((I kinda made this a short-fic for this. I had also (kinda) rushed it too but hope you still likey! (: ))

It was already midnight. You were told by your true love that he would make it home by the time he was done grading class work and spiffing up the museum. Of course, Eclair works hard at his finest in order to make sure everything was in proper place, from ancient relics to common treasures, stored in glass containers. I guess you can say that he is very attention-to-detail when it comes to organization. You expect a little less time from him to lock up the doors and be making his way home. As time passes through, you begin to worry— leaving your eyes continuing to remain open, slight eye bags begin to appear as you stood there in bed, waiting for Eclair to make it home. The worrying on your face surprisingly was a type of ‘worry’ that when Eclair has been gone for a very long time, you assumed that he may have either gotten kidnapped or demolished quickly.

You suddenly felt your heart beginning to pound. You hoped that he was ok— to ensure that he doesn’t find himself lost. With it being pitch black, hopefully the moon will guide his way or keeping a lantern with him will also do the trick.

You begin to hear the door, chucking. You realized that it was Eclair coming home feeling exhausted. He comes in heavily filled with lots of paperwork and relics, all scrunched up in his leather messenger bag— as if he was dragging himself against the wall, losing his breath. You quickly walked over to the long-haired male, unhooking his bag to place on the chair and began to walk him over to the bedroom so he could get himself comfortable.

“Eclair, I’m so glad you’re ok! You had me worried. What took you so long?”

“My dear sweets, I’m so sorry for worrying you. I wanted to ensure everything was in its place. Yet, my class work took long enough to get completed. You know how hard a professor works.” He exhales in relief, softly patting your back, giving you a gentle kiss on your head.

You immediately begin to grab his pajamas. Preparing everything he needed for bed to wake up refreshed in the morning. Even though it was already today, might as well be later then.. Minutes later, Eclair had already pampered himself, putting his hair into a huge bun, from it dragging. And you begin to cuddle your way, wrapping your arms around him as he does the same.

“Hun, please don’t ever worry me again. You know how I can get. I only have trouble sleeping when you’re not around”

“Oh honey. Please forgive me. I definitely miss you when I can see you all day everyday at the academy. You know you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” Eclair, brushing through your silk soft hair as you begin to fall asleep. And yet, it seem it had cured your insomnia.

“It looks like that corset of yours made you tired enough” You giggled as you begin to slip out your final sayings for the night, teasing him as he chuckled back.

“You have to admit, it sometimes does give a hard time to stretch out my back.”

As soon as you both fell into your slumbers, you were happy for now that he was able to make it back at a reasonable time. You didn’t like the fact from not being home for too long, but wished that every single day he could cradle you into his arms and talk about his history and relic stories while he goes on quests.

[ksen-noodles]

Random but- uh... pro and cons of using Photoshop or MSPAINT as an Art Program.

Strictly personal opinion that probably shouldn't be taken as advice:

Photoshop:

Pros: 1. Has layers! Omg yay :D

2. Very nice color wheel

3. Layer modes, and extensive color editing, and has brush modes too. You ALSO can add cool brushes and MAKE cool brushes

4. Gradients...

5. Filters go brr! Also the tools are Decent

6. Technically u can make gifs n animate, good luck figuring it out

Cons: 1. MY PC GOES EEEE immediately. me no likey :/

2. Expensive. That gets fixed by pirating the shit outta adobe. AND ALSO PHOTOPEA (the site)

3. SLOW. AS HELL . defeats it in a cool battle

4. It's hard to grasp :/ you gotta have experience w PC art programs. It's also better suited as a photo editing tool, so perfect for editing a finished work, not making one

5. No stabilizer! Good luck

6. Shit fill tool

Ms Pain:

Pros: 1. FAST. ITS SO FAST N EASY :D And intuitive ofc

2. It's like crunching a lil snacc but art... sometimes you eat a lunch's worth of snacks and then regret it tho lmao

3. FUN.

4. Funny Manga black+white mode

5. Pixel art!!!!!

6. Brush fills for shapes are super fun for bg,,,

Cons: 1. FFFFUCK there's no good brushes. Fuck around find out draw with a pencil or with a funny brush but fill EVERYTHING with it

2. No brush pressure aside from FEW CHOSEN brushes and tablets. They are literally mostly incompatible w ms paint

3. Shit tools

4. No layers!!!!!!!

5. No layer modes, brush modes, filters OR gradients GOOD LUCK SHAWTY

6. Art tends to look crunchy due to canvas size and brush physics :p

7. Serious art requires a lot of effort to look good. I mean it. It's a doodley space!!!

8. Oh the fill tool is shit in here too lmao

9. OH AND NO STABILIZER, NATURALLY

Drawpile:

Pros: 1. YAY STABILIZER

2. YAY DECENT FILL TOOL

3. Brush modes!!!!

4. Layers!!

5. ONION SHEETS. DECENT N QUICK ANIMATION PREVIEW. very basic tho. Not super good for animation. BUT ITS INTUITIVE YAY YAY YAY

6. YOU CAN DRAW WITH FRIENDS.

Cons: 1. NO WHY IS MY TRANSFORMATION TOOL SO SHITTY NOW

2. The layer options are. Poor.

3. No good brushes again :///

4. Tbh most tools and canvas redaction things are shitty but I can cope for the animation and shared canvas prospects

[toukenramblings]

NSFW Headcanons | Higekiri, Hizamaru, Uguisumaru

Warnings: We going to hell y’all, let’s go. Me projecting? More likey than you think. Bottom sword agenda. I thank the blog @toukenra for their genji bro brainrot and ideas.

(//▽//)

Higekiri

Both Genji bros are rather feral (see, fangs) but Higekiri is much softer than his little brother. There are times during the do when his instincts take over. Nips here and there, all for everyone to see.

  Yes he will leave hickies, yes he will be a smug little shit if someone notices them on you. Will also be smug if someone asks about HIS hickies. Cheeks will light up for a moment before smirking, “Ah, my darling did quite the number on me. Isn’t it lovely?”

 Higekiri is loud, there is no doubt about that. There have been one too many times of Hizamaru running into your room because he heard his brother screaming and then he screams in return because no.

  Is Tsurumaru levels of horny and kinky, it’s just Tsurumaru 2.0. Super easy to tell if he’s in the mood. His hands will brush against yours, drifting down to your sex, pinching your ass.

 He is also an ass man, and pinching or slapping said ass is a surefire way to tell he wants to be FRISKY. Slap and pinch his ass, he’ll let out a little needy whine that makes you want to pin him down and make him sob from pleasure.

   Also while he can be rather forward, he turns into a blushing mess if you try to do the same to him. Give him some of his medicine, he’ll die for a moment and then will get RIGHT BACK UP TO TEASE YOU MORE. It’s a teasing competition.

  Higekiri lets out the prettiest moans when he bottoms for you. He loves it when you pin him down and take what pleasure belongs to you. Whispers of praise falling from his lips. “You feel so fucking good, master~” “Please, please don’t stop.” “Do you see what you’re doing to me, love? How good you make me feel?”

·  Yes all sword bois have praise kinks, Higekiri prefers giving out praise.

·  It’s also pretty easy to convince him to bottom for you, he’s willing to do anything to get into your pants.

·   Tie him up in shibari. Please. Do it for me. He looks so pretty with red rope contrasting his pale skin and light-colored eyes and hair, with a deep blush accenting his cheeks, eyes blown from pleasure.

After care is cuddles. Nothing but cuddles. He’ll clean you up yeah but most of the time he’ll want nothing more than to pass the fuck out with you in his arms; pressing sweet kisses to your forehead and rocking you to sleep. Falls asleep first though.

  Will also love teasing you in public, will not hesitate to fuck you in a broom closet.

 Innocently comes to you with a question or a favor, and then pull out some lingerie or a toy from behind his back with the sweetest of smiles: “Will you wear this for me, darling?” DON’T CARE WHO IS AROUND.

 Man having Higekiri top is something else. Loves overstimulation to a high degree and loves it when you deny him pleasure and he’s just doing nothing but rutting against you, oh so desperate. But when he takes control? Sweet praises singing from his lips as he plows into you, nothing but marks decorating your entire body? His hands gripping yours, pinning them away from your face so he can hear you scream his name?

 “You’re taking my cock so well, love. Look at you, I wish you can see the way you look.” He whispers as he drags you into his lap, now facing a mirror. “Don’t you look so pretty like this? So fucked out for me?”

Hizamaru

 Remember when I said that the Genji bros are feral af? Yeah uh, Hizamaru got all of those feral genes. He’s going to make you everywhere. Chest, neck, thighs? All of em. Nowhere is safe from him and his fangs. If someone asks about your marks, expect Hizamaru to choke on air and flush; he can’t help it! He loves you so much that he lost himself!

· Is also really into biting and loves it when either of you suck each other’s fingers. Maybe has a bit of an oral fixation. Say goodbye to walking if you give him hickies though.

  Will bottom but it will take some convincing. He’ll be a sweetheart on the bottom, tending to your needs before his own. His mouth will always want to be connect to yours though, either kissing or just licking and biting your skin.

·  Isn’t as loud as his brother in bed, soft moans and gasps leaving his lips. A bit louder on the bottom though, cheeks flushed and drool coming out of the corner of his mouth, fangs glistening in the dim light.

It’s somewhat easy to tell if he’s in the mood. Hizamaru’s eyes will darken with lust when he looks at you for a moment, and then flush red and turn his head away, embarrassed with the naughty thoughts in his head. He might avoid you for a while, not having much confidence to go up to you and desperately ask you to bang. You have to gently coax him to do so.

 I say that but the minute he notices that you desperately want him as well? Oh honey, you’re not seen for a while. He will drag you two back to your room, cheeks still aflame before trapping you against the wall and taking you right then and there.

  Weak to you having something naughty under your clothing and letting him be the only one to notice.

·         He won’t tease you in public, it’s up to you for that. Whisper those naughty little things into his ear and make him weep.

Loves begging, bottom or top. “Please, please, let me cum! Please!” “Do you love it when I make you feel like this, master? Show me then. Beg for it.”

· He does love hearing your voice in bed, but will gag or (or himself) if it’s too loud. Most of the time will use your mouth on his to muffle each other. Won’t say no to gags though. Use that information as you will.

Scratch up his back, drag your nails across his skin. Mark him. Make him yours; whether on top or bottom. Hizamaru will shyly admit that he loves it when you mark him back for everything he does to you.

If he bottoms, will try his hide his moans from you. Tie him up. Pin him down. Drink in his moans like its air.

·  Very very much into oral, giving mostly. Loves it when he can see exactly what he does to you. Could spend an eternity between your legs and tasting your cream.

· Will be very shy if you give him oral in return. Again covering his mouth, but the way your eyes darken? Oh man, he may cum right then and there. Also the easiest to overstim.

  Cuddle bear for after care. Will wash you up and isn’t as lazy as his brother but does take him a moment to leave your side because he loves you and don’t wanna go!

Uguisumaru

 This man is so into body worship. Your body will be nothing but covered in hickies when he’s done with you.

Sure he doesn’t mind if they are showing to people but honey, he marks you UP. There are marks only he can see and worship, tongue running over your skin as he traces over each hickey he forms. It’s a map that he made on your skin, only for his eyes. People may try to find that treasure, but who is the one who found it in the first place and keeps it safe?

If you have scars or tats, expect him to always be kissing them. The first place his kisses is your heart (other than lips) and then wherever else. It’s poetic what he does to you.

Worship his body in return. His body is covered in golden scars from being repaired so many times. He moans and turns into a soft mess, hands tangling in your hair or gripping your shoulders.

 Comparing him to the Genji bros (Higekiri loud or Hizamaru quiet) Uguisumaru is somewhere in the middle. Sometimes letting out soft moans that could only be heard in the room, other times a gasp that echoes in whatever hall you two are fucking in.

Yeah he doesn’t mind public sex, he’s actually rather teasing. He’s a lot more subtle than Higekiri though. Sure he won’t pinch or slap your ass but there is some way that his eyes wander over yours, soft whispers only you can hear, and promises of a good night. And then he just goes back to doing whatever the fuck he was doing without a care in the world. RUDE.

Like Higekiri, he won’t mind using toys. But there is no way you are allowed to cum in public. He’s the only one allowed to see you cum and come undone.

 Don’t wanna admit it, but jealous sex is something he likes.

  Yeah praises don’t stop when he’s on the bottom honey. “You make me feel so good, master. Come here, touch me~” “Will you let me touch you, my most wonderful beloved? Please? I just want to make you feel as good as I do.”

  Your hands always have to be laced together during sex. No matter bottom, top, oral, cuddling, all the hand holding.

Always has aftercare prepped and ready before hand. A bottle of water, a soft damp towel to clean you, and clean sheets.

  Yes Uguisumaru is going to fuck you or have you fuck him on top of your desk. No he has no shame about it. Why would he? You are the one he loves.

   Loves it when you two suck on each other’s fingers.

  If someone notices a hickey on him, given to him by you, he beams. “Ah yes, they wanted to decorate my body just as much as I have done to them.”

  SAY GOODBYE TO WALKING IF HE TIES YOU UP. HE IS GONNA GO H A M

[hazelandglasz]

The Very Bad Week, Part 2

By popular demand, I’m continuing this self pleasing little nugget

As far as Blaine is concerned, this week has been a week.

Nothing remarkable about it, a succession of routines that have lead him to this Friday twilight.

He has nothing special planned for the week-end, except maybe go dog-watching at the park if the weather allows.

Blaine is not ecstatic, but he’s not miserable either and that’s a win, in his and in Ms. Ylea’s books.

To celebrate his, um, unmiserableness, Blaine went to the store and decided to let the Fates decide what kind of snacks he would get to watch his National Geographic show – slash – guilty pleasure.

Oh, Sweet and Spicy Pringles? Sounds like something that would remind him of his aunt’s Lutong Bisaya (from far, far away anyway).

“Noooooooooooooo!”

O-kay then, not a good omen.

Blaine slowly turns to face the person who really just screamed like a banshee and.

Well.

Blaine’s savior complex kicks in at the sight of the anguish on the man’s face, but it’s a little bit eclipsed as the “oh my god wow” settles in.

Because underneath the anguish and the end of the day unsettlement, the man who is now approaching Blaine like *he* is the skittish wild animal is frankly gorgeous.

Not now, brain. Very bad timing.

“Excuse me,” the man starts, getting close enough that Blaine can see the color of his eyes.

What do you know, it matches the lapel of his jacket, impressive.

Blaine likey.

“I’m sorry for my admittedly weird behavior,” the man continues, words tripping over his tongue. Blaine can only smile at him, hopefully putting him at ease, “but I had a very bad week, and it’s my favorite snack, and–”

“It’s okay,” Blaine cuts in, his mind made. It’s not a very hard decision to make after all: he just wanted to try the snack; on the other hand, this man looks to be on the verge of a meltdown, and that would be a disgrace. “I’ve been there.” Oh boy has Blaine ever. Just last week he nearly sobbed of relief after finding half a frozen bitten pint of salted caramel pretzel ice cream from Auntie Maud’s kitchen. “Take it.”

“R-really?”

Yep, that’s hope and despair all rolled into one beautiful package of a man, one that Blaine would love to take home and protect forever.

But that would be insane.

Wouldn’t it?

As he hands over the can of Pringles, Blaine’s fingers brush against the stranger’s. Blaine has never been one for believing in reincarnations and soulmates, as hopelessly romantic as he may be, but the tingles that travel through his fingers to his neck are undeniable.

It’s like …

Like his body is remembering the man’s touch from a past life.

The man still looks unsure about it, even as he takes his beloved Pringles. Blaine has to, he has to soothe his fears.

“I just wanted to try it, but it can wait,” Blaine explains, barely stopping him in time before he reaches out to pat the man’s shoulder. “You need them.” Obviously.

Seriously, the man looks he’s on the verge of tears.

That’s it, Blaine has to do something. “Hey.”

The man looks back at Blaine, and there is a wet shine in those blue eyes that only precede tears. “Hm?”

“Are you–“ Blaine shakes his head, trying to rephrase. “Clearly you’re not okay, but are you, you know, okay?”

The man takes a deep breath before a river of words come out. “I’ve been having a hard time, I miss my dad, Ohio is too far, my friends are all busy and I don’t want to be a burden …”

Hold on. Blaine needs to stop that logorrhea before it devolves into a panic attack, and he just heard the right angle. “You’re from Ohio?”

That stops the man in his tracks. “Lima.”

Blaine can’t help but beam at the Pringles Aficionado. “Westerville.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

They exchange a smile, wrapped in a bubble of space and time that Blaine never wants to leave. “My name is Blaine.”

Blaine has been raised right, he offers his hand to shake in greetings with his …. His what? His soulmate? His new best friend, sorry Wes?

Never mind.

Pringles Addict looks down at Blaine’s hand like no one has ever offered to shake his hand before taking it. “Oh. K-Kurt.”

Kurt. That suits him.

Even though Blaine knows close to nothing about the man, he just knows that Kurt, strtaight to the point, elegant, giving slightly European vibes, yes, Kurt is a name that suits the man shyly smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” Blaine says warmly. “I hope that the Pringles will do the trick,” he adds for good measure. Now would be the good time to leave and let Kurt treat himself to the Pringles to soothe away the ache of this week. Blaine can’t resist, though, and he winks at Kurt before walking away.

Hold on. He was supposed to get a snack, wasn’t he?

Oh, flavored popcorns, now there’s an idea.

Oh! Sour Cream N Chives popcorn? Now that’s definitely out of the box.

Sour Cream N Chives Popcorn it is then.

“Blaine!”

Blaine practically spins on the spot to face Kurt once more.

The dizziness he experiences may not entirely be blamed on his antics.

“Really,” Kurt says, taking a step closer to Blaine and wow, those pale freckles look adorab—

What is wrong with him.

Oops, can of worms.

But Blaine’s thoughts are not heard by Kurt, and the other man continued. “You have been kinder than I could expect any stranger to be, that—that means a lot.”

“I’m glad I could show you some kindness today,” Blaine says, while his brain runs like a hamster in its wheel, specifically about showing Kurt kindness every hour of every day, given the chance.

“Do you—,” Kurt starts, before biting his lips and looking away.

Dammit, that shouldn’t be as cute as it is.

“Yes?”

Kurt looks back at him. “Doyouwanttohangoutsometimes, oh God, thatwasawkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t quite catch your words, except for the sorry at the end.”

Kurt sighs, closing his eyes. Blaine waits patiently for him to get his bearings (and adds a bag of marshmallows to his purchase, because while he does want to add an element of surprise in his routine, marshmallows are comfortable and comforting).

“I asked if you, um,” Kurt starts, more slowly this time, “if maybe you would like to hang out. With me. Sometimes. We could—eurgh,” Kurt cuts himself off, racking his hand in his hair. “You seem like an interesting, decent man and I had this urge to not let you go just yet.”

“Oh.”

“Sounds crazy?”

“Sounds like nothing I’ve heard before,” Blaine admits. Truth be told, it is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to him.

Not taking into consideration David’s drunken admittance that “he wished he was gay for Blaine”, especially since Blaine pinky swore never to bring it up again.

Ahem.

“I won’t bother you any longer, you’ve already been more than gentle with me,” Kurt says, turning around.

“Wait!”

Kurt does stop, looking over his shoulder.

Blaine’s heart is trying to escape his ribcage, but that’s fine. “If you’re interested, I know a shortcut to a little park where we could share our snacks and you could tell me more about your very bad week?”

Kurt’s face lights up, and just for that sight, Blaine would …

He would…

Well, he would do whatever it took to bring that look on Kurt’s face.

But Blaine is getting ahead of himself, isn’t he?

(TBC?)

[whiskehorange]

Howdy! I can't stop writing to you so here we go! The Largos brothers, Nathan, fuck it Hexxus, our dumb ghostface duo, and the Auditor with a top goth male S/O that love to speak to them in Spanish and mercilessly teasse them. I'd imagines the love languages of Spanish and Italian mixing/confusing both parties at times. Adios.👋

all these boys mmmmMM

Luigi

Luigi by far is the most aggressive Italian, but there is just something about you sweet talking to him in Spanish that just calms him right down and makes him just fall even more in love with you

You’re intimidating to a lot of his assistants, but you can be sure that if you need it you’ve got it. The two of you are an absolute power couple, brushing through all the lines, all the crowds and being just about first in ever line of everything. Waiting? What’s that?

The teasing, good lord. It flusters Luigi to no end to hear your smooth voice speak to beautifully to him. While he’s not the best at the whole sweet talking thing, he can’t help but just grab you and hold you close to him, listening to your compliments

Pavi

Pavi speaks Italian more frequently than Luigi does, seeing that it really swoons the people into loving and adoring him when they hear him. But at the same time he’s no match for your loving personality and smooth talking

The two of you seem to only exchange sweet nothings and pokes at each other in Spanish and Italian. Pavi is always so handy and ready to go, but adding your teasing to the mix just makes it so much better

Your fashion… however… do you have anything else in your closet that he by chance could wear as well? He’s such a little rebel against Rotti, doing whatever the hell he likes along with his brother, but much more interested in his looks

You’re showered in compliments about how you look and how stunning you are. If it were up to him, the two of you would be the faces to GeneCo. Maybe… just maybe he’ll see if Rotti likes that idea

Nathan

Your sense of style is like Shilo on steroids, but he would be lying if he said you couldn’t pull it off. Always coming home with something that he thought would fit your ‘aesthetic’ in hopes of making you smile

By far the most flustered by your teasing. He’s a man to swoon at just seeing an ankle exposed, and you in that choker and ripped jeans just does something to him. Adding that accent to it does not help his case

He’s taken classes in Spanish when he was younger, so he understands what you’re saying, but sometimes out in public you just get under his skin, in a very good way. His face flushes out in red, trying not to make it obvious to the people around him

Hexxus

You’ll have your work cut out for you whenever you’re around Hexxus. If you though you’d always come out as the top teaser of the relationship, you’re wrong. The King of Tease, as he calls himself, and he let’s you know it

Although it’s very easy to fluster him and get him worked up, just instead of getting quiet and fidgety, he hits you right back with something over the top. You’ll be practically growing red for him

The Spanish, however just turns him on to no end. He finds it just too hot to keep his hands to himself whenever you whisper to him and eye him up. Oh honey, you have no idea what you’ve got yourself into

Billy

You know when you have affectively gotten to Billy when he gives you a little grin and some side eyeing. He adores it when you whisper to him and run your hands up and down his arms

He normally doesn’t tease you back too much, just wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him to kiss the side of your head

But your look? Good god he just cannot get over how badass you look. Would you mind if he borrowed a leather jacket sometime though? He thinks it would be a good little way for him to match you. Of course, he doesn’t have the whole shabang but, a jacket should work nicely in his favor

Stu

Stu is a handful whether you like it or not, and teasing him does not make it any better. He isn’t quiet about it either. While half the time he has no idea what the hell you are saying, he likes how you’re saying it so that’s that

If the two fo you are out in public he has absolutely no shame in teasing you loudly and making it just a bit too obvious to whoever is around. Poor them, Stu can say some pretty weird shit...

He demands that you give him an entire makeover however. I mean clothing, accessories and make up if you’re really feeling up to it. Anything to make him look as dope as you do 

The Auditor

He adores the Goth appeal you give off. It’s something he can get used to fairly quickly. Ya know the whole working for Hell thing can get a bit boring and gruesomely annoying, so seeing you in this dark way is certainly something new that he loves

But boy let me tell you how flustered he gets whenever you sweet talk to him. For one thing, he can’t remember he’s even had someone he was interviewing try to ‘hit’ on him to get out, so this... this is something he likey

Don’t be surprised if he comes back at you when he’s feeling a little bit brave with his own sweet talking in Spanish. He’s been around long enough to know languages that haven’t been spoken for hundreds of years