#louies hair switched sides

[scenesniper]

Hello hello, good day to you! If you don't mind may I request general headcanons for Matthias? (I got attached to him pretty quickly after multiple successful kites)

Tysm!

☆ matthias czernin ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / matthias czernin x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / mention of blowjobs, finger fucking, tit fucking, dry humping

word count / 1,005 words

author's note / thank you anon, i'm having a good day i hope you are as well! i've been meaning to write about matthias for awhile (really, he's been in my drafts for a month now) so getting this request made me more motivated to finish.

SFW

☆ ”welcome, to the outstanding show..” a human so stiff as if he’s a puppet, he could easily be mistaken as one indeed. if there was no puppet in sigh, there’d be no telling that he was truly the puppeteer in charge.

☆ matthias czernin, a gloomy man with his drooped eyes that’d have mothers clutching their children’s shoulders as they walk past by him in the street, whispering, ”don’t look at him..” he looks almost unremarkable at first glance but if not for that burnt side of his.

☆ he’s not one to talk much, his expression seemingly to wander elsewhere and his eyes looking downwards. he’s one that lacks self confidence and self respect but oh, he so badly wants a sense of normalcy in this life. a mundane life.

☆ his uncertainty and hesitance towards commitment is clear, even after developing a relationship firsthand. he’s riddled with insecurities but god, does he love the idea of pursuing a romantic relationship. something that he’s lacked his entire life. he’d like it if you could meet him, outside of his family, his personal life. outside of ever meeting louis.

☆ matthias would certainly be lacking in the romantic field but he’d be a romantic at heart, albeit shy and very discreetly. fleeting, hidden touches of your hands in the dark or under covers. he’s not one to necessarily initiate, nor really enraptured with physical touch. however, he’d notice there’d be days where he would miss you and your touch.

☆ conversations with matthias would be with substance. he’s not a big fan on small talk, something that he’s always not been the best at. however, he’d always try his best to engage in it, only for you really.

☆ he would love to take you out, even if it’s a small outing. any moment with you is more than enough to him, a fleeting moment of you is everything to him. just to get away from his past, future, present.

☆ kissing with matthias can and could be awkward, he’s not experienced whatsoever and it’s more of a small and fast peck. but when it’s those days, when he’s completely so infatuated and need you ever so badly, he’d take you like a crazed man. it’s messy, sloppy and horrible, but you can feel those porcelain lips of his on you and really, that’s all that matters in that moment.

NSFW

☆ overtime, he would get confident on himself and those brief periods of yearning would turn into makeout sessions, him struggling to take off his layers of clothing and him gently pushing you on his bed, the sight of you all laid out for him.

☆ he’s hasty each and every time with you, not knowing where to look or how to act when he sees your naked sight. he’s embarrassed and feels as though he’s committing a great sin just having this view all to himself. but that turns him on even more.

☆ matthias czernin in bed is much more confident in both his personality and ability during bed, as if a switch is being turned on. he loves to take the reigns, to finally have some sense of control in his life. he’s slow and serious.

☆ he loves you giving him blowjobs, guiding you by your hair and pulling and tugging. those sounds of gagging that’ll come out of you and that feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat, he can’t last as long as he likes. rather than cumming inside of your mouth, he much prefers it if he cum outside of it as he doesn’t like how disrespectful it could be.

☆ matthias is someone that’s attentive. he’ll have his hands all around you as if you’re a doll, occasionally touching you in places just to get any elicit response. whether it’s him rubbing your nipples, playing with your clit and shoving his fingers deep in you. oh, how he loves the sight of his fingers deep in your womb. “you’re almost taking it all in..”

☆ he’s very sensitive in every part of his cock but especially the area hidden and lifted up from his foreskin. tease his foreskin, tease him and graze your lips. that just absolutely drives him crazy.

☆ he wants to hear your every sound, something that reassures him that he’s doing good. he’s very vocal but tries to shield it (which he really isn’t good at, at all). the sight of you burying your head in your pillow while he’s balls deep in you, is a sight that’s practically ingrained in his mind every second of the day.

☆ he has a boob and ass fixation, his hands are always on it or nearing those areas. whether it’s him licking your entire nipples, squeezing, or even tit fucking (no matter the size).

☆ he loves clothed humping, the feeling of friction. he could do foreplay for as long as possible, pinching your nipples through your clothes, his clothed cock poking you from behind and his other hand splayed around your entire stomach. he's absolutely in love with the sight of his rubbing cock on you as you’re clothed.

☆ his most certain favorite position is cowgirl. however, he’s very insecure of his “ghastly” appearance. he’d sometimes raise his hands near his face as if it’s out of habit to conceal himself.

☆ reassure him by putting his hands down, kissing each and every part of those “imperfections”, people would call him as they jab. praise him for his beauty and all that he is. he truly needs it. to return those affections, he loves to put his hands on your face. his thumb grazing your cheek and nearing your eye.

☆ aftercare with matthias would always be one with a bath drawn. he loves to feel and be clean. he’d love to help you dry your hair and you helping him with his afterwards. something about it just seems so.. domestic to him. it’s a heartwarming comfort to him.

[charliehoennam]

angel part 3

pairing: louis bloom x f!reader

summary: louis takes his crush/neighbor out on their first date and gets a little carried away.

warning: this fic contains dark themes such as stalking, dubcon/noncon, smut and others. Read at your own risk. 18+ ONLY.

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It's another hot night in Los Angeles.

You step out of your bathroom wrapped in your towel, fresh out of the shower. Rummaging through the messy closet that you've yet to finish organizing due to the move, you try to mentally plan your outfit.

Thinking about what to wear, you push between the hangers and through your clothes for a better look. You find a nice, short, red dress that's both casual and elegant enough for a first date. You match it with a pair of cute ballet flats that accentuate your feet and legs.

Meanwhile, Lou secretly watches you set out your outfit on the bed. There’s a certain thrill that he enjoys about watching you.

He thinks it’s rather sweet how naïve you are, but he’s also aware that it could lead you to potential danger in the wrong hands. That’s why he’s taking it upon himself to protect you.

He’s seen and filmed plenty of horrible things happen to the young innocent girls of L.A who unknowingly put themselves in harm’s way. He doesn’t want that to happen to you. Better than anyone else, he knows what evil men can be capable of. Whether you know it or not, you need him.

His tongue grazes his bottom lip as he watches you take your towel off. Your hair and make-up are all ready. Now, you just have to get dressed.

Hanging your towel over your closet door to dry, you walk over to the side of your bed to grab your favorite lotion from your nightstand.

With concentrated wide eyes, Louis watches from afar as you squeeze the scented lotion onto your palm. Propping your foot on the mattress, you rub the creamy lotion onto your shin first and gradually work your way up to your thigh.

Louis admires you as if admiring a work of art. The way your breasts dangle as you bend over to rub your shin, the folds on your stomach that bunch together, the curve of your ass when you switch your attention to the other leg, the way your ass jiggles when you rub the lotion over your cheeks.

"That's a great ass," he thinks to himself. “Why there though? Does she expect me to touch her there tonight? That would be too forward, wouldn’t it? Is this a sign that you want me too? Oh, you naughty little angel.”

He smirks at the hope of getting to go to fourth base with you again, but with you actually conscious this time.

He stops himself from getting too excited when he sees you putting on your underwear. The way you cautiously select a matching lacy pair indicates, to him, that there’s a strong chance he might get to see it. Just actually on you instead of in your drawer.

Forcing himself away from the window, he takes one last look at himself in the mirror. Adjusting his brown suit jacket, he decides to undo the top button of his white shirt hoping that his subtle flaunting of his chest will give out the signals he’s looking for.

Noting a couple of strands by his ear, he takes his comb to smooth them back into place. He gently presses his palm against the area after spraying a quick mist of hairspray to keep them there.

After a quick spritz of cologne behind each ear, he adds the stolen watch he’d taken from a security guard long before his days as a rising entrepreneur. It sits a little loose on his wrist, but he doesn’t mind it enough to take it off.

Stepping into his bathroom, he stares at himself blankly before opening the medicine cabinet. He takes the sleeping pills he’d used on you before and opens the orange bottle to take a couple of doses. Once they’re placed in a small plastic baggie, he crushes them up with the use of the cup on his sink he usually uses when brushing his teeth. Satisfied with their powdered fineness, he tucks the baggie into his wallet and closes the cabinet.

You come out of your apartment and walk out of the building to find Louis waiting for you outside with his hands tucked into his pockets. He flashes a genuine smile at you as you approach.

“Wow, you look spectacular, Y/N.”

“Thanks. I didn’t wanna overdo it” you smile shyly, pressing your cheek against his to greet him with a friendly kiss. He doesn’t quite kiss you back, surprising by the act, but he’s very happy about it because it’s a positive sign that you’re getting comfortable with him. “You smell really good, by the way. Are you wearing cologne?”

“Yes, I am. I hope it’s not a bother? Special occasions call for special measures.”

“Is this a special occasion?” you smirk up at him.

“Of course, it is. It’s not every day that I get to take the most beautiful lady in the complex out to dinner.”

Your cheeks warm at his compliment.

“It’s not a bother at all. I really like the scent actually.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. May I call you sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. You don’t think anyone’s ever asked your permission to call you a pet name, but you kind of like it. His wardrobe might be a little plain and a touch outdated, but his manners nearly make you wet.

“I thought we could maybe go to this place called Cabanita. They have the best beef fajitas” he smiles leading you over to his dodge challenger.

The cherry red color makes it impossible to miss. You'd noticed it when Matt whistled upond seeing it in the parking lot. You had no idea it belonged to a guy like Louis.

It was a big contrast to his rather timid personality. You would have guessed it belonged to someone little more obnoxious.

"This is your ride?" You ask trying to not look surprised.

"Yeah. Is that alright? I promise I won't drive above the speed limit if that's your concern" he chuckes opening the passenger door.

"Yeah, it's completely fine. Just a really nice car" you smile walking closer to slide into the passenger seat.

He thanks you for the compliment and walks around the front to slide into the driver's seat.

"Seat belt on?" You nod as he clicks in his before starting up the car.

As he pulls out of his parking space, your eyes wander around the vehicle. It's spotlessly clean and neat without a single wrapper lying around. The faint scent of pinewood radiates from the scented pine tree hanging from the mirror.

"So have you been there before?"

You hum looking over at him as he pulls out of your thoughts.

"Cabanita? Have you been there before?" He asks he drives out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"No, I haven't. I've heard about it though."

"Boy, are you in for a treat then. It's one of my favorite places. There's an excellent vegetarian empanada too, if you're not into meat."

"I suppose I'll have a hard time choosing what to eat then.”

"There's no rush anyway. The purpose of this is to get to know each other better after all, right?”

You nod in agreement.

"And they've got a great selection of drinks too. Of course, I won't be indulging too much. Alcohol and driving is never a safe combination."

You smile at him thinking about how your ex used to drink and drive. You like that he's responsible, not only with himself, but your presence too. He makes you feel safe.

"I really appreciate that. Maybe afterwards, we could have a night cap at my place? I mean, as long as you don't mind the mess. It's better than the last time you saw it, but there's still some things to organize."

He smiles widely at the thought of being in your apartment again.

"I would love that, sweetheart."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, you're led to a table for two by the polite hostess. Sitting in the rounded booth of your table, you look around the beautiful decoration of Mexican flair.

"This place is beautiful. I can't believe I've never been here before."

"Neither can I. Please don't  this the wrong way, but I would assume a woman as beautiful as yourself would be often taken out on dates?"

You don't know exactly how to respond.

"I just mean that any man would be happy to take you out for a wine and dine."

"I don't know about that" your cheeks warm. "I haven't been on a date in a while, to be honest."

"That's a little hard to believe. I'd imagine you have guys lining up for an opportunity like this."

"I wish" you chuckle smiling widely at his flirtation. "It is really nice to be here tonight though. I'm glad we did this."

"I am too" he smiles.

You spend the rest of the evening sharing bits and pieces of personal information about yourselves. You tell him how you moved to California, where you're from and the area you work in.

He shares that he's a native to L.A and that he's a business man, specializing in news report filming. He also shares that his parents are deceased and jokes about you not having to deal with troubling in-laws when you apologize for his loss. It happened a long time ago and he was raised by his grandmother who is too no longer around.

You love how Louis listens to you and questions you, making the conversation naturally effortless. It’s a very pleasant change from the men you’d met over tinder giving online dating a chance.

Learning more about your hobbies, interests and area of expertise, Louis is hopeful that you’d make a great match. He strongly believes you’re a potential candidate for him to settle down with, but only time can confirm that. There’s still so much more he needs to revie, but his investment in you is already rather hopeful.

Once you've enjoyed your dinner and dessert over endless talks about each other, you both agree to head back to your place for a night cap.

When he walks into your apartment, he tries to act like he's never been there before. Like everything is new and he doesn't already know all the books or CDs you have on your shelf. Or the shampoo and perfume you wear. Or what your favorite cereal is. Or where you store your undergarments.

No, he doesn't know any of that. He's seeing it all for the very first time.

With a wine glass in hand, you invite him to sit on the couch with you and continue your conversation about the lovely experience you had at the restaurant and how lovely the food and environment were.

It's obvious that there's a slight tension in the air when he sets his hand on your thigh. You're not quite sure why, but it feels a little fast.

You've only just met the man, gone on the first date just now. And given your history of relationships, you've had a pattern of rushing into the sex.

You don't want to give off the wrong impression about yourself and you actually like Lou. He's polite, thoughtful and didn't keep making sexual passes at you over dinner like the other guys.

It was actually really nice to finally be able to sit down and talk to someone who genuinely wanted to get to know you for who you are and not just your body.

There's still something that you can't quite explain that makes you uneasy about him, but the fact that you can't quite pinpoint it makes you believe that it might be just you projecting your fears onto him. It has been a while since you've dated; this was your first date in months.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and hope he won't pick up on your hesitance.

Louis knows something is making you uncomfortable. He doesn't know what. He knows he'll have to work harder and longer to gain your trust, to ensure that you feel completely safe with him before you can invite him into your bed. But that's ok, he doesn't mind the wait. He can be patient when he needs to.

When you come back to the small living room, he's stood adjusting his suit jacket.

"Are you leaving?"

"I hope you're not offended" he nods. "I just got a call from my employee. I have to go, but I was hoping we could maybe do this again sometime?"

"Yeah, a-alright. I'd love to" you nod masking your disappointment. You're almost sure you blew it. He's never going to actually come back.

"Thank you so much for tonight. I really enjoyed our talk and I look forward to getting to know you even better."

"So do I" you nod forcing a smile at him as you follow him to the door. "Stop by whenever. I'm home every day after 6."

As if he doesn't already know your schedule.

"Will do, sweetheart. I apologize again, but I promise I'll make for it. "

"There's no need. It's work."

"Yes, that's true. And I do love the service that I provide, but I think I've been begun to enjoy your company even more."

You smile surprised at him as you open the door. He leans down to mimic your very first act and presses his cheek against yours to kiss you goodbye.

You sigh as the door closes behind your back and shake your head. Part of you wishes you had caved in. Why shouldn't have you? You were flirting, he was into you. All the signs were there.

Regretfully taking your wine glass from the coffee table, you chug down its remaining content. There's a bitter taste to the wine. It just must've been out or opened for too long. It could be time to get a new bottle.

You take the glasses to the kitchen to give them rinse and set them on the drying. Then, you walk over to the closet to remove your dress and bra and change into your pajamas which consists of an oversized t-shirt and the cute lacy panties you’d picked out.

To be fair, Louis did actually have to work. Although the date had ended, his night was only getting started.

It’s only 2 a.m when he comes home from another adrenaline-filled night. Despite the rush of speeding from neighborhood to neighborhood, he isn’t all too tired. Not for you, at least.

Making his way to his window, he looks into your apartment to make sure you’re fast asleep. Content with the fact that you are, he takes his fun time kit and makes his way to your front door.

Quietly breaking into your apartment again, just as easy as before, he closes the door behind him and makes his way over to your bed. With his camcorder in hand, he stares down at you hungrily.

You're on your side with your back to him. Your shirt is just slightly hiked up from the position, revealing a bit of your stomach. You don’t even feel it when he traces his finger up your thigh and over the arch of your ass to test the effect of his dosage.

It’s the same amount as last time, so he’s confident you won’t wake up. But the issue is that he didn’t see you take the sedative this time. For all he knows, you could’ve tossed the wine out instead. It’s a risk he’ll willing to take as he palms the knife – his last resort – in his pocket.

Judging by the TV that’s still on, he believes you did take it. The more he's watched you over the past few days, the more he believes you were made for one another. You don't get out much. Friends aren't over all the time. It's mostly just you alone in your apartment doing chores or watching TV, and you never sleep with it on.

He smirks at the panties that perfectly accentuate your ass, making it look plump and rounder. They look so pretty on you; he doesn’t want to take them off even though he’s anxious to drill his cock into your pussy.

As he films, he slides his middle finger down the crack of your ass and slowly moves it towards your pussy. His eyes alter back and forth from your face to your ass. He wants to be sure you don’t wake up, but there’s no movement so far. Your breathing is just as steady as before.

Smirking to him with wide eyes, he quickly unbuckles his belt and pants and lets his cock spring from its confines. Feeling more confident than the last time, he sets the camera down on the bed in order to strip down and undress.

Once completely naked, he takes his camera in hand again and aims the focal point back to your ass. He lifts the fabric of your panties to tuck his dripping cock underneath it, pressing it against your cheeks. A faint quiet “fuck” escapes from his lips.

He toys with his cock, enjoying how your ass and the lace feels against his hardened shaft. You’re just so warm and begging to be fucked.

Propping one knee on the bed between your legs, he hooks your panties with his finger to lift them and glides his glistening tip down to your plush pussy folds and back to your ass. He could come from this alone, but he wants to enjoy it for as long as he can.

You might not even know, but your body reacts to the head of his dick massaging your clit. You don’t move, too unconscious to even notice, but he can feel your pussy slickening with every stroke between your lips.

Stilling his hips for a moment, the camera shifts upwards to catch him lifting your shirt up over your breast. With a smirk, he flips the screen of the camcorder and sets it down near the corner of your bed angling it to capture himself and you from the front.

Happy with his angle, he’s able to finally focus on only you. He slides your panties to the side and slowly pushes his cock into your wet hole. The pleasure is so good that he has to stop and lean his head back with eyes shut tightly to hold himself back.

Slowly pushing and pulling to wet his dick, he finally bottoms out with a low groan. The tightness of your walls has him struggling to contain himself.

He leans down as he cups your breast in his hand and latches his lips onto your hardened nipple. He sucks and flicks his tongue over it, kneading the flesh with his hand hoping the distraction is able to make him last longer.

Standing beside your bed, his hips begin their slow thrusts as he straightens up. He keeps a hand on your ass to keep your cheeks open for his cock. The other stays on your breast for the sheer satisfaction of how squishy it is.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so fucking heavenly” he whispers to himself. “Could fuck you forever.”

Watching where your bodies connect, he pants and watches your pussy swallowing his cock with such ease. His balls grazing against your thigh only heightens his ecstasy.

His hips quicken until they’re snapping against your ass cheeks. He quickly glances at the camera screen to make sure the angel is filming every inch.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, he squeezes your ass and hips as his eyes move up and down to watch your jiggling breast and your swollen pussy lips engulfing his dick. He hates that he can’t fucking cum inside you. You feel too good to pull out, but he does regardless and lets his ropes of white cum squirt in the crack of your ass instead.

It’s a win-win to him. He doesn’t cum inside you but he still gets to have your warm flesh milk him of every drop.

Stepping back to catch his breath, he holds your panties with one hand to film your ass painted white with his load. He zooms in as close as he can to capture his seed drip between your cheeks.

Stunned by the fact that you haven’t even budged, he sets the camera down. He carefully rolls you onto your front, lowers your panties to your ankles and parts your legs as wide as he can.

Taking the camera once more, he watches with wide eyes as his cum slowly trickles onto and between your pussy lips, making you look so juicy and creamy for him. He can’t help but set his camcorder aside and position himself on your bed to lower down and lick it up.

His tongue prods at your creamy cunt as his hands squeeze your ass, thumbs parting your sore lips open to lap at all the juices oozing from you. He circles your clit. His tongue licks at your folds over and over again to capture every drop of his salty load and sinks as far as it can into your pussy.

Moving upwards, he parts your cheeks to glide his tongue between them and licks up the mess, poking the puckered hole with his tongue. He can only imagine how good fucking your ass must feel. He doesn’t want to do that just yet, he wants you to be awake for it because he knows it could be painful. He’s not an animal, of course.

His cock does twitch and hardens at the thought of fucking your ass.

Spitting on your pussy, he rolls you back onto your side before lying down beside you. He takes the camera to film himself lying beside you, as if you’re a couple. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your conditioner. He smiles to himself as he kisses your neck and shoulder, admiring how cute you look together on the screen of the camcorder.

Positioning it on the bed, he aims the lenses of it up at your cunt and his cock for the perfect angle of his dick slipping back into you for another round.

Tonight, he plans to test his limit and see how much he can really get away with.  

His cock slips past your pussy lips again and fucks you harder this time, letting his balls slap against your clit and add to the delicious vulgar sounds that fill the room.

Once his orgasm builds up again, he holds your thigh tightly and pulls his cock out to simply glide between your drenched lips, cumming on them.

His load slickens your thighs, so he holds them closed and fucks them slowly to ease himself down from his high, altering from your supple thighs and wet cunt.

He swears he could fuck you like this all night, and he just might.

[specterllaw]

Mommy or Ma'am? - Mike Ross x Reader / Older Brother Harvey

Summary: After a hospital scare, Mike is put on babysitting duty, which quickly turns into a fun morning for you both

Warnings: SMUT, Switch! reader Switch! Mike

Harvey knew getting Jessica to hire you was a bad idea, he thought he could fully trust you though. You were twenty two it was your first real job, even it was just making copies for everybody in the office when needed.

I was going smoothly for awhile until Monday Morning rolled around, Y/n was on edge because not only did she have tests coming up but she also had sports, work, and helping her older brother Harvey keep his penthouse and office clean and neat. She felt like she was losing it, so whenever she was woken up at 6AM to go to the office she wanted to start crying, she hadn't even been to bed really, only falling asleep twenty minutes before Harvey even woke her up.

You were stuck in the copier room, taking stacks of papers from different associates, and partners and just coping them over and over again. It was working smoothly until you dozed off coping papers and mixed up the order of them, now realizing you messed up very important documents your breathing started to shallow. You heart rate was speeding up and you started to feel dizzy and hot, holding onto the table next to the copier tightly you heard somebody's rushed footsteps approach you all before your eye sight went black. "Woah woah woah" Mike said taking in your unusual state holding you up quickly as your body went limp "Louis! Rachel!" He yelled trying to shake you lightly "C'mon Y/n, wake up" He whispered nervously, not knowing what was going on with you, as he saw Louis walking up to the door he took a breath of relief "Stay here with her, I'm gonna call an ambulance and go get Harvey" Mike said urgently, gently laying you on the ground, using his suit jacket as a cushion under your head, waiting until Louis knelt next to you to try and wake you before rushing through the firm "Donna! call 911! now" He said checking Harvey's office only to see it empty "Mike! Calm down what's going on?" Donna asked worried standing up and resting a hand on his chest "I walked in to get copies from y/n and as soon as I walked in, she fell to the ground- where's Harvey?" He asked quickly before rushing to Jessica's office seeing Harvey sitting in front of her desk. "What do you need, Ross? We're having a very important-" Mike cut Jessica off quickly, and rudely. "Y/n passed out, I don't what happened" He whispered, Harvey looked at Jessica and then Mike "Damnit" he huffed standing up quickly rushing to the copier room right as paramedics were coming up from the elevator and rushing to the same room as him.

Whenever you woke up seeing your room empty made your heart hurt, not even Mike showed up to check on you? What even happened? Right before you could decide on what happened you hear the door latch and in rushes Mike and Harvey fighting on who gets in the room first. "Y/n" Harvey sighed sitting on the side on your bed "Don't ever do whatever you did again" He demanded, thinking he was talking about you messing up the copies and files you started to tear up "I-I'm sorry" You whimpered, terrified you might get fired for all of this "For what? I mean..Whenever you feel worked up..come find me..I understand more than you know, y/n/n" he whispered running a hand over your hair to smooth it out "I get panic attacks too...instead of...blacking out..I puke"He whispered, you studied his face, that explained all the mornings before his trials he'd get sick. "Same goes for you then..come find me" You whispered to him grabbing his hand squeezing it "So what happened?" You added on tilting your head "Exhaustion, y/n" Harvey said sternly "Which means, you're taking the next two days off, to rest, recharge" He said turning his head as Mike coughed awkwardly. "Okay kid, I'll let you speak, but I swear if you try anything with my sister I will kill you" Harvey stated seriously and confidently "Okay okay" Mike grumbled raising his hands up in the air before taking Harvey's seat, Harvey taking a step out into the hallway to call Jessica.

"Mr. Ross" You mumbled, you still felt a little sleepy from whatever they gave you but you were desperate to wake up "Ms. Specter" He quipped back running his hands down his pants legs. "You okay, Mike?" You asked softly sitting up to rest a hand on his shoulder "Y/n..I like you" He whispered "More than a friend, more than a co-worker, and I wanna like you as my girlfriend..but I don't want your brother to kill you" Mike added on resting a hand on yours "How long have you felt like this Mike?" You whispered using your other hand to cup his cheek "Weeks.....You're just..so kind and sassy, and the way you give Harvey shit is just...the proud look you have on your face after you make him speechless is adorable" He rambled "I would have you make copies of random words I had typed up just to see you..that's what I was on my way to do whenever I came into the copier room and found you leaning on the table about to fall.." Mike rambled even farther before you giggled and kissed him deeply

"Can you not shut the hell up Mike?" You mumbled against his lips as he resting a hand on yours, jumping away whenever he heard the door open "Excuse me!" Harvey yelled looking at you both "Care to explain yourselves, children?" He asked crossing his arms like a mother.

You were surprised to see Harvey agree to let Mike stay over, he claimed it was just to 'help you sleep, like you claimed' but you felt like he preferred you not to be home. As you walked into your room you smiled as Mike who was already ready for bed, striped to nothing but his boxers, truth was you and Mike had slept together, a couple of times, you both had agreed it was strictly friends with benefits until just yesterday at the hospital. "Ready for me to help you sleep?" Mike quoted playfully "Yes sir" You giggled climbing onto the bed, straddling Mike's lap as you looked down at him "Ah ah, Princess needs to rest, let me do all the work, baby" he whispered before using his hips and body force to flip you two over to where he was hovering over you.

"Look. At. Me" Mike demanded, you were on your third orgasm now, Harvey was long gone at work now and Mike was spending the day inside of with you, specifically taking turns making each other cum, but now Mike had taken it into his own hands to make you forget your own name, and you were 10000% okay with that. You felt Mike's hand grab your chin forcefully having you look up "I said look at me." He growled as he kept grinding his hips, his dick still buried six and a half inches deep inside of you, you moaned loudly leaning your head further back into the pillows, biting your lip as you made eye contact with Mike, whining and moaning loudly again. You couldn't help it, between his shiny lips from going down on you, to the messy ass hair from you pulling on it, or making the sex drunk look with the lazy smirk as his face as he fucked you into oblivion. "F-Fuck Mike!" You whimpered as he spit forcefully down where his cock entered inside of you before rubbing your clit with two fingers. You couldn't take it, you wanted to scream but you knew your brother would get a noise complaint and he'd know what you two were doing, home alone.

"My slut can take it" Mike whispered in your ear as he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he started to thrust his hips alot faster than he previously was "Fuck fuck fuck Mike!" You screamed trying to close your legs but Mike just held them back open, continuing the sweet abuse on your clit, you could feel yourself getting close to the breaking point of cumming again and you knew Mike didn't care. You gasped loudly arching your back as he started fucking you alot faster, the hand around your throat tightening and it just added to your pleasure. "Cum, slut" Mike growled, not letting his hips falter its pace as he watched you cum, the way your face scrunched up, or the way your pussy squeezed around his cock as tight as possible, or maybe it was the fact you were screaming his name while leaving scratch marks all down his back but whatever it was, he wanted to remember it forever. You started to whimper, his cock moving inside of you beginning to become way too much for you to handle "Hold on baby..Use your words, you know what to say to stop, Daddy's so close though" Mike panted as he kept fucking you, his little whimpers were enough to get you wet yet again, but this time it sparked an idea. Once Mike started to pull out you glared at him, giving him a look that says 'you'll regret that' "Keep fucking me, baby" You whispered grabbing his boxer waist band that was tugged down below his cock, using it to pull him back closer, and his cock back deeper inside of you "Keep fucking mommy" You moaned arching your back, Mike whined before rolling onto his back pulling you ontop of him "Fuck keep talking please, you're so fucking hot" He moaned grinding his hips up "So Mike Ross is also a bottom?" You gasped playfully before holding his hips down "In that case, hips down, slut" You demanded before starting to grind and bounce your hips slowly on his lap, moving his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, making Mike try and sit up quickly, once he realized that wasn't happening he attempted to try and speed up your pace by thrusting his hips up but you just grabbed his hair and tugged it back, using the opportunity to leave hickeys down his neck. "F-Fuck Ma'am" Mike whined sitting up holding you close to him before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, swiping his tongue over it along with gently nipping at it, all making you increase the speed you were going. Mike was a whining wiggling mess, desperate to fuck you again and get his pleasure, he hadn't been a bottom since high school when he fucked the popular girl so this was extremely extremely hot for him.

"You wanna fuck me, baby?" You whispered in his ear dragging your nails down his back "Yes. yes yes yes Mommy, ma'am, yes, whatever you want me to call you just please let me fuck you, I wanna make you cum again" He whined trying to move his hips up against you as you lifted your hips up so it was just the tip inside of you. "Then take whats yours, Mike.." You whispered before kissing him deeply, he flipped you again, fucking you alot more erratic and harder, slamming into your pussy like it was the last time he'd ever fuck anybody. "Fuck!" You both shouted, yours more of a moan while Mike's was a full whine. You gasped feeling him cum inside of you, something you weren't expecting considering he had a condom, you couldn't think too much about it as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach snap as you came for the fifth or sixth time that morning.

As Mike pulled out you watched him stare down in horror and shock "Y/n..The condom broke.." He mumbled looking towards you as you were laying down trying to catch your breath.

[desertfangs]

For the writing prompt thing: "may I have this dance?" with Lestat/Daniel

I know this took me a millennia to get to so I appreciate your patience. I'm still working on the rest of these as well. This is some Court Angst with Lestat/Daniel, featuring Louis/Armand, Louis/Lestat, and Armand/Daniel. All the angst and drama of that weird New Court Era. About 1600 words. Thank you for the ask/prompt!

Daniel shifts the collar of his shirt, trying in vain to loosen it. When that fails, he tugs at the hem of his velvet doublet instead. Marius and Armand had been delighted to dress him in purple finery and hose and Daniel enjoyed the process, but now that he’s stuck wearing the outfit all night, he feels awkward and uneasy, like he’s wearing a costume. 

Of course, everyone is dressed in various styles of historical finery. Pandora wears a bright orange dress layered over a cream-colored one, sandals on her feet, hair up like a Roman goddess. Marius is dressed in similar fashion, in a red and orange Roman tunic, his blond hair loose around his face, while Armand’s outfit is similar to Daniel’s, though rich blue in color, and his auburn hair is long and loose around his pale face. Daniel watches as his maker moves effortlessly across the room toward Louis, who looks like he’d stepped out of the French court in the 1700s. He pushes down a flare of envy at how Armand gravitates toward Louis so automatically these days. 

He continues scanning the crowd and spots Lestat not far away. Lestat is wearing leather: leather pants with studs on the pockets, a torn white shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s an interesting choice, given that most of the others look like historical reenactors, although an argument can be made that the 1980s are now a historical period. That’s a strange thought, and Daniel looks down at his own outfit, fashion from over five centuries before. How long until Lestat’s wannabe Billy Idol attire will look as antiquated? He laughs at the idea. 

Lestat raises an eyebrow and glances his way. He’s talking with Alain and Gregory, but he excuses himself and makes his way over to Daniel, who’s hovering against the wall.

“Something funny, Molloy?” Lestat asks, expression hard.

Daniel grins at him. “Just thinking how you look like you’re planning to host the MTV Video Music Awards.” 

Lestat frowns. “Do they still do those?” 

Daniel shrugs. 

“I’d make an excellent host. Perhaps I should call my agent.”

Daniel roles his eyes. 

Lestat smirks. “Although I see you’ve opted to dress like one of Marius’ kept boys. I’m sure he’s thrilled.” Lestat leans in and speaks right into Daniel’s ear. “No doubt he’s eager to get you alone.” 

Daniel elbows him in the side. “You’re the one in tight leather pants. Who are you hoping to lure in your bedroom this evening, huh?” Lestat turns his head almost automatically toward Louis and Armand, who are now dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. He stares at them for so long that Daniel adds, “If it’s Armand, you’re working too hard for it.” 

Lestat jolts, pulled from his thoughts. Daniel can’t read them since they both have their mental walls up but he can guess. He’s looking at Louis longingly, as if they’re estranged. Funny, because they were walking together in the village just last week. Wasn’t it last week? Time seems to compress itself here at Court, especially in the winters when the snow can be relentless. 

“Armand does look delectable in his little Venetian boy attire. I suppose you two make a nice matching set. Perhaps it’s your maker who has designs on getting you alone, hm?” Lestat smiles wickedly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“I think he and Marius just like to put me in anything but jeans and t-shirts,” Daniel says honestly. Although both of them did give him long looks earlier this evening. 

The music switches from classical to a pop song Daniel recognizes. He thrusts his hand out toward Lestat. “May I have this dance?” 

Lestat takes his hand without hesitation and leads him to the dance floor, positioning them suspiciously close to Armand and Louis, who, with the change of music, are no longer clinging to each other. But they still dance together, a modern sort of dance common in nightclubs, which looks all the more fascinating in their getups. Daniel realizes he must look the same way. 

Lestat bops to the beat, moving right into Daniel’s personal space, practically grinding on him. It’s hot as hell and Daniel moves with him. 

Armand catches sight of Daniel and smiles at him until he sees who he’s dancing with. Then his expression turns stoney. Annoyed, maybe, or even jealous, though which one of them he’s jealous of is anyone’s guess. So many little jealousies here at Court, when everyone has so much love for each other. But then, Daniel is not immune. 

Hell, even seeing Armand dance with Louis now brings up those old feelings of resentment and loss, his frustration that Armand found such solace in someone else’s arms, while Daniel, mad and out of his mind, was hardly a blip on his radar. 

Lestat grabs Daniel’s face and turns his head so he’s looking at him, right into those intense blue-gray eyes. He smiles and then leans in, kissing him on the mouth before Daniel knows what’s happening. Not that he’s going to complain. His lips are soft and pliant as they move against Daniel’s, his tongue sliding into Daniel’s mouth eagerly. Daniel kisses him back, arms winding around him and soon they’re not dancing at all, but standing in the middle of the dance floor making out. Daniel pulls back when he realizes it, cheeks heating as they undoubtedly go a little red. 

Everyone is watching—of course they are! Lestat is the prince, everyone is always watching what he does!—but most of them have the decency to pretend not to be. Louis and Armand have stopped dancing, too, and Louis turns and walks away. 

Armand looks angry. 

Daniel isn’t sure why. It’s not like he and Lestat haven’t kissed (more than kissed) plenty of times before. Lestat turns and disappears into the crowd. Uneasiness worms through Daniel’s gut and he feels like he’s been played somehow, only he doesn’t know what the game is. 

“Sorry,” he mouths at Armand, who probably doesn’t see; he’s too busy staring daggers at Lestat’s retreating form. Yeah, Daniel definitely missed something. He slips off the dance floor, face flushed, and follows Lestat out of the ballroom and down the hall. He finds him standing out on a balcony. The air is freezing and a fresh coat of snow glitters on the ground down below. 

“What the hell was that?” Daniel demands. 

“I thought you always enjoyed our little dalliances.” Lestat keeps his back to him so Daniel walks up beside him and sees him clutching onto the railing. 

“What’s going on between you and Louis?” 

Lestat looks mildly surprised. “Doesn’t your maker tell you everything? You two are always sneaking off into dark corners and having intimate little meetings.” 

Daniel swallows uncomfortably. They’re off in corners, yeah, making out and actively not talking, because talking leads to dredging up all the shit they’ve yet to work out between them. Talking leads to fighting. They steal away into the nooks of the Chateau to kiss and touch in a setting that’s not conducive to talking. Daniel knows they need to move on from that but things are still new and strange, and the kissing is nice. 

“He didn’t mention anything,” Daniel says. 

Lestat stares at him, as if trying to judge if he’s lying. Then he turns around and hops onto the ledge of the railing, sitting on it effortlessly. “Louis is here to be my royal consort and yet as soon as your maker arrived, they’ve been inseparable.” 

Daniel sighs. That’s a bit of an exaggeration but Daniel understands what he means. Armand and Louis spent so much time together that they are entwined now in a way that Daniel and Armand used to be. He feels Lestat’s frustration. His jealousy. And he hates that he does. Armand and Louis were together long before Daniel was even born. It’s not their togetherness that incites such envy, but rather how they seem like a unit now, two parts of a set, and Daniel doesn’t know where he fits anymore. Obviously Lestat feels similarly. 

“Louis came here for you,” Daniel points out. 

“Did he?” Lestat scoffs. 

“Yes,” Daniel says. Daniel remembers how hurt Armand was by Louis’ decision to do so, and how, though he refused to say so, he hadn’t wanted Louis to leave Trinity Gate. 

Lestat is silent for a long moment. Then he reaches out and brushes a stray hair off Daniel’s velvet top. “He’s acting as if he doesn’t want to be here.” 

Daniel shakes his head. “He’s dressed in finery and at a ball at your behest. He’s making an effort.” Daniel looks down at his own clothes. “We all are. This is all so new. It’ll take some time to acclimate.” 

Lestat considers.

“Tell you what,” Daniel says, “I’ll go pull Armand into a corner for a bit and give you a chance to steal Louis away for a dance or two.” 

Lestat smiles. “Please. I can steal him from the little imp’s grasp anytime I desire.” 

“Then why are you out here sulking?” Daniel asks. 

Lestat punches Daniel in the shoulder. Daniel rubs his arm. Lestat jumps down from the balcony. “But you make a good point. I need to help Louis see what his role here at Court is meant to be.” 

Lestat grabs Daniel and kisses him on both cheeks, and then the lips again. Then he stalks off back toward the ballroom, leaving Daniel out on the balcony alone. He smokes a cigarette and then heads back inside.

When he reaches the ballroom, Louis and Lestat are dancing in the center of the room. Armand is off to the side, watching them with his intense amber eyes. Daniel touches his shoulder. He nods at the exit and then takes Armand’s hand in his and leads him out of the ballroom. Lestat spots them heading out and gives him Daniel a wicked smile. 

[kidcanines]

𖤐 - interview with a vampire - agere hc's - 𖤐

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

𖤐 Louis - loves carrying you around but also cannot wait for you to get up and walk. He just knows how much of a little tyke you’ll be when you can. Regularly mocks Lestat...“Mon petit coeur…more like daddy’s little tyke, huh?” and tickles you.

𖤐 Louis - likes putting you to bed. smoothing the blankets over your torso and hearing your heartbeat calmly around him. Knowing that to you he’s not a monster, he’s just dada.  

𖤐 Lestat - he doesn’t really understand the appeal of family like Louis does. Unbeknownst to him you wiggle your way into his heart whenever you try to climb into his lap to see what book he’s reading, when you start looking closely into human anatomy, or when you take interest in musical devices and have an ear for rhythm.

𖤐 Louis is dada, Lestat is papa

𖤐 Lestat - One night you guys dress up to go to the opera. Louis is out, tending to work so Lestat takes the liberty of gently brushing your curls into a nice wavy slickback. He pulls out a nice suit and waves it in front of you “look what papa got you mon coeur..!” and he gently takes it off of its hanger and starts slipping the fine fabric over your skin. He ties your shoes and kisses you on the forehead.

𖤐 When you guys are walking down the long opera hall, glances are thrown your way but he pays them no mind and tells you to do the same…they stop when you guys get to your seats and then everything is starting. He narrates the entire play for you, including little details and nitpicks if he was alive at the time it was made. He’s seen these almost a thousand times. And then the tenor comes on stage. All at once you are repulsed and cringing at the same time and Lestat is doing the same.

𖤐 The tenor is terrible at singing and consistently upstages the soprano as if he is the star and she is not. You look at your papa, apprehension in your eyes. His meet yours, swimming with tension and something like anger. You don’t notice that the arm of his seat farthest from you has been crushed beneath his weight. You never see the tenor again and papa makes you promise not to tell dada about the whole ordeal. Still, you feel immeasurably pretty in your dress up. 

𖤐 Louis - loves doing your hair and humming. Brushing it and doing silly little styles. Lestat prefers your slickback but he always jumps at the chance to compliment your curls. 

𖤐 Lestat & Louis - both spoil you rotten, but you never act like it. Always one with manners and an endlessly kind demeanor. They take your first hunt very slowly so as to not frighten you too much (as per Louis’ suggestion) and teach you how to feed. They give you books and “good luck” trinkets to remind you that they’re always there, loving you forever. You have jewelry boxes filled to the brim with gold and silver and you never not have earrings in your ears. Louis especially showers you with love. Side hugs, forehead kisses, hand holding, any proximal close-contact is like giving gold to a poor man for Louis. 

𖤐 You switch between their coffins a lot, sometimes its sleeping with Louis (he snores.) Other times you're cuddling with Lestat, he pulls you infinitely closer, enjoying your silent company. You struggle to sleep alone, so even when you have your own coffin they always find you in theirs.

𖤐 Louis - is jealous of Lestat because you always seem more willing to come to the other instead of him with all your tiny baby secrets. He wants to feel central to your life. So he starts taking more time off of work. Not to just put you to bed but to wake you up and help you bathe, play with your toys and teach you things with Lestat. He cradles you against his chest a lot, feeling your slow heartbeat, listening to your lungs. 

𖤐 Nobody would be able to fathom just how much you like nesting- that is, taking blankets and pieces of clothing that smell like your papa and dada and just hiding them in your coffin. Louis can’t count the times on his fingers where Lestat’s come to him inquiring about a specific piece of clothing- only to look high and low and find you snuggling with it. 

𖤐 Lestat & Louis - begin to teach you French after you start shouting curse words when you mess something up. Louis is surprised when you yell something dangerously close to putain after you spill blood on your favorite blouse. He comes rounding the corner with Lestat who has a very amused and mischievous look on his face.

𖤐 Immediately your face is one of innocence, Lestat’s one of indifference. “What did you say?” dada murmurs gently but arms folded nonetheless “Nothing.” you look away, eyes large, zeroing in on a cabinet you can hear rats scattering in. “Don’t lie to me..” you pout, but papa comes to your rescue. “Oh come now mon cher…don’t take it so seriously, we argue so much, no fault of his for picking up our…langage sophistiqué..” he comes and picks you up, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face to match your own.

𖤐 Louis just groans. “Thats yo problem…you dealin with it if it gets out of hand.” You both look at each other, eyes meeting and then landing on Louis. Again and again before Lestat’s smile turns into something a bit more sinister. “oh it won't…” and he boops your nose, puts your foreheads together, wraps his big hand in your tiny one and starts dancing to a song he hums, spinning around and around in the kitchen. 

[strandnreyes]

thanks @whatsintheboxmh @thisbuildinghasfeelings <3

from what I’ve been calling ‘the marriage fic’ until I come up with a real title. really loving writing this one so far and I’m very excited to share it with all of you <3

“Save any hot water for me?” 

Carlos rinses the last of the suds off his body and then strokes his hand down TK’s bicep. He leaves goosebumps on TK’s still mostly dry skin and a wet handprint on the back of his head when he kisses him softly.

“If you don’t take forever,” he retorts and TK huffs, reaching behind Carlos for the shampoo. Carlos nudges him with a hand on his hip, switching their positions entirely. “Don’t take too long,” he repeats, with a different tone and a different meaning, and then he slips away. 

TK doesn’t rush through his shower, aware of the dried sweat on his skin and the wood shavings in his hair, but he makes efficient work of cleaning his body. Carlos lingers in the bathroom for part of it, brushing his teeth and managing his hair before disappearing out of sight. 

When TK steps out, he sees that Carlos has picked their clothes off the floor. There’s a big shirt and a pair of boxers on the counter as well—he hadn’t even noticed that Carlos slipped back into the room—and TK smiles when he sees that the shirt is one of Carlos’ that has thinned with time. 

It’s a wordless dance, the two of them taking care of each other and their home in a balance that’s been perfected over the years.  

TK dries his hair and body before hanging his towel on the hook beside Carlos’, working his way through the rest of his nightly routine until he’s ready to join his husband. 

The loft is quiet. Only Carlos’ bedside lamp is on and he leans against the headboard, book in hand and glasses on his face. Judging by the slight frown he has, it’s one that he either doesn’t like or is thoroughly invested in. TK decided it’s the former based on how quickly he discards it when he registers that he’s no longer alone. 

“Boring book?” TK asks as he peels his side of the blankets back, resting his thigh on the smooth sheets before pulling his other leg off the floor and tucking into the warmth. 

Carlos shrugs, his eyes having never left TK. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and sweet like honey. “You’re more interesting.” 

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

How Firenese characters would survive working in a busy but tiny Hesburger

Alfred: he takes everything in stride amd thus wouldnt be bad, though I think some involuntarily longer shifts would take a toll on him. Would mostly work the customer service/meal bagging side, tho he does work in the kitchen whenever somebody wants to switch. His campaign burgers are bangers

Céline: she is willing to work and I think the pressure of her royal status has her doing a good job. Her hair would be hard tho, either in a super long braid which would drag the floors or really heavy bun hidden under a scarf. I dont think shed work in the kitchens, in which case its probably the braid. She is super fast at bagging fries and always gets the bonus tea and cookie

Etié: she is strong and willing but I think she would forget to add the mayo packets to the bags. I think she would be better in the customer service/meal bagging area. She has done a couple of burgers before, and swears up and down she knows how to make a cheeseburger out of memory

Boucheron: I dont think he would survive. He has either too many orders to fill in a small soace where he couldnt properly move or too many burgers to make in an even smaller area. He would cry if he had to make a tortilla while the kerrosburger is saying its missing 20 kerros'. I am perhaps projecting on this one, tho I do think he would get extremely overwhelmed on the busiest shifts. Hed like a kerrosmeal

Chloé: fast food restaurant? She loves it. She is in the kitchen making the most delicious burgers, and morning shifts are like a dream when she is around. Hair is more possible to contain than Célines. She knows how to make the obscure campaign burgers that got taken out years before even tho she hasnt worked that long

Louis: he is very particular, and is super good at picking emotions. He would be amazing. He would do both the kitchen and the customer service/meal bagging, and he would do great at both. The small space would be inconvinient. His ice creams are always the exact right size and he would get the bonus cookie and tea whenever hes getting something that allows for bonus

Jean: no childworkers. Wouldn't ask to do a school project there. I think he would take a warm chicken salad, tho sometimes he does get a burger meal, he knows that being moderate about eating fast food is a good thing

Mauvier: I think he'd do super good. He is a very calming presence. Steady and will do well. He knows how to make a banger jättipekoni. The small space would be bad for him tho. Good at closing shifts

This is not a serious representation of the characters. Some of these are from surface level memories, and the only things I googled were mauvier and Louis's favorite foods and list of firene characters.

They get paid well

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[lesbiandarvey]

i am just in here to ask for more deleted scenes plz 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

after work in harvey’s apartment donnas stirring martinis in a three piece suit harvey walks out in a silk robe + thigh highs and garter and heels! and takes the drink out of donnas hand sips it and straddles her on the couch

awkward mother’s day brunch of donna, harvey, his mom, and her parents. her parents have been explicitly instructed not to bring up The Thing They Dont Talk About aka the fact harvey and lily didnt speak to each other for 15 years because of his parents’ shitty marriage but obviously it comes up. also they all argue about who will pay the check

donna and harvey are forced to attend a dinner party at louis and sheila’s while in the middle of a fight

something in the early seasons where donna and harvey have a Spa Weekend planned and its all theyre talking about all episode and then for Plot Reasons they cant go so they decide to have facials at the office. scene of mike walking in on them in harveys office in identical bathrobes with cucumbers over their eyes

donna harvey hot yoga scene

something something donna and harvey both have dates with “a cute guy in the building!” and then they realize theyre both dating the same guy. he is frequently referred to as “our boyfriend” and they all go out together and are obviously both insanely jealous of the other person. <- framed as jealous of the guy giving the other one attention but we know its not really about that. he is never seen in the episode.

on the flip side, something in season 1 where theyre both vying for the affections of the same woman . theres an episode of curb your enthusiasm where larry david and rosie o’donnell are both dating the same woman and theyre trying to decide if shes straight or a lesbian. i feel like donna and harvey could do that (the possibility she is bisexual is never mentioned in the episode.)

for donnas birthday (obviously they talk about it first) and invite samantha over for the night as their third. at the beginning she and harvey get into a bit of an argument and donna clears her throat to remind them this is about her actually

oh i have thought about this a lot so like. when they get together yknow they were best friends for over a decade right. and now they’re Together so harvey is trying to switch from gay best friend mode to Boyfriend Mode. and he slips up and their first big fight is because he says something wayyy too bitchy about her shoes.

episode where donna dates a woman named harriet. i dont know what happens i just think it would cause a lot of problems

scene in season 1 after the cameron episode where theyre alone in harvey’s office and harvey’s head in in donnas lap and hes talking about cameron saying “it just brought up a lot of stuff for me yknow.” // and then a scene in season 9 after mike leaves where harvey and donna collapse on his couch and his head is in her lap again and he says mike coming back brought back a lot of memories

maybe not a deleted scene per se but i have this idea in my head of like, the first five minutes of the episode donna and harvey are in like a decontamination shower by the CDC surrounded by guys in hazmat suits and donna is furiously scrubbing her hair telling harvey “if i ever invite you to a bachelorette party again, shoot me”

just like . a scene between harvey and lily that establishes she did All That aka the cheating on his dad thing for attention. and then hes like i cant believe you! you did all that to me just for attention?? and then later in the episode back at the office harvey fakes a panic attack cus no one had talked to him in the last twenty minutes

[daaydreamy]

coworker Louis and y/n sneaking into the janitors closet at work 🫢🫢🫢🫢🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

hot as a fever

summary: louis and y/n just can’t keep their hands off each other.

warnings: coarse language, smut

pairing: louis tomlinson x fem!reader

•••

“Fuck.” Louis mumbled against Y/N’s lips, backing her up until her back hit the wall of the janitor’s closet they stuffed themselves into, scrambling to find the light switch beside her head. He flipped the lights on, pulling away from the kiss for a second and pressing his forehead against hers, pushing her dress up to get his hand between her soft thighs.

“Shit.” Y/N breathed out, letting out a quiet moan when she felt his fingers run over the thin fabric of her underwear, the only thing that was in the way. She leaned in and started trailing kisses from his jawline down to his neck in hopes of muffling her moans against his skin, one of her arms draped over his shoulders while the other held onto his shirt.

“Have to be quick, hm?” He whispered, finally pushing her panties to the side, groaning softly as he ran a finger through her wetness.

As he was about to push a finger into her, someone suddenly knocked on the door, interrupting them and making them jump out of their skin. Y/N had clutched Louis tighter and Louis had buried his face in Y/N’s shoulder to muffle the laugh he let out.

“Hey, who’s in there?”

They heard a man sigh annoyedly from the other side of the door along with keys jingling, to which they immediately rushed to fix themselves. Y/N smoothed her hands over her dress and Louis fixed his hair, tightening the tie around his neck before readjusting his pants.

“I swear-… what are you guys doin’ in here?”

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[ladyaj-13]

LadyAJ’s 2023 Fics

This year I wrote 16 new stories (and one new chapter on an old one!) across five fandoms - One Direction, Endeavour, Kingsman, The Eagle and new-to-me Ted Lasso. Details below, I hope you’ll check some out - I like to think there’s a bit of something for everyone. 

One Direction

Bloom - T, 28k, Louis/Liam

Do you like historical AUs? Do you like awesome art by @whatagreatproblemtohave? Then you’ll like this, written for the One Direction Big Bang.

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne. Payne is both the bane of his existence and, uh... dangerous. Very dangerous. His eyes, that is. His lips. The way he stands.

A story of rain and cobblestones, cigarettes, and repression. And the sunshine after the storm.

In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers - T, 9k, Louis/Harry

Because who wouldn’t love white knight Louis coming to their rescue?

Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

Pageant Material - G, 6k, Louis/Zayn

Watch me throw Miss Congeniality and Kacey Musgraves together, shake it up, and give it a Zouis twist. Written for the Zouis fest.

Louis flicks a nearby switch, lighting the bulbs around his mirror in a soft glow. The buttery yellow catches on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the dip. He looks more grown up this year. Some of his baby fat has melted away, and he sucks in his cheeks to see what he might look like by twenty five if this pattern continues. Then he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue.

Or, the Zouis teen beauty pageant AU.

The Way to My Heart - T, 6k, Louis/Harry

Fluffy, funny AU Larry with lots of Nouis friendship on the side. Written for the a/b/o fest.

Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular.

The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

Feeling Feline - T, 4k, Louis/Niall

Nouis, my beloved, with shelter-worker!Niall and magical cat transformations. Written for the Louis rare pair fest.

“I’m telling you,” drifts through the cracked door, and Louis’ ears prick, twitching with interest. “There’s something wrong with that cat.”

“Have you talked to Liam?” asks another voice, worried. Louis thinks it’s the tall one with curly hair. Taller one. They’re all tall when you’re ten inches high.

“Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

Fine Line - G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw

It’s present day, it’s canon compliant, it’s just long enough to read while waiting for the bus assuming it’s not got stuck in traffic.

Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make.

He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

In The Dark - T, 666, Gen

Choose your own character in this spooky snippet written for the trick or treat fest.

It’s the dreams.

He’d be fine without the dreams… suggesting things. If he could face all this - whatever this is - with a clear, rested mind.

Bound - G, 619, Liam/Zayn

Vampire AU? Check. 

Months should pass like hours for a vampire, but to Zayn they’ve felt endless. Now, finally, it has come. The day he takes his consort.

Endeavour

Tread Carefully into my Life - T, 29k, WIP, Morse/Jakes

See? I told you it’s not abandoned. Maybe 2024 is the year I finally finish this canon rewrite where Jakes stayed - in the meantime, enjoy nearly thirty thousand words of their on/off up/down shenanigans!

He can't help the way his eyes drift across the room, to Morse in his shirtsleeves, arms crossed across his body. It’s a defensive posture, which is no surprise, but otherwise he looks collected. Calm. Like facing down man eating beasts is all part of the job, and despite the evidence of today, it most certainly is not part of the job.

Tigers. For the love of God, give him an axe murderer any day.

Stepping Out - G, 9k, Morse/Jakes/Joan

Established polyamory with the Oxford disaster trio. Jakes didn’t leave.

“You know what I haven't done in ages?” Joan asks, punctuating her question by flinging her legs up and leaning dramatically backwards against the sofa arm. Peter almost spills his tea. “Gone dancing. We should go.”

Kindred - G, 2k, Gen

Ohhh series nine. Pre-slash Morse/Sam if you really squint.

Sam Thursday, Morse, and the power of orange juice.

Offcuts - G, 2k, Morse/Jakes/Joan

With this final instalment, the series is complete. As a whole it's almost 32k, so if you like Endeavour and polyamorous relationships, set aside a Saturday and dive in.

Snapshot scenes of life with the trio.

Adding it Up - G, 887, Morse/Jakes

Let’s return to series three, because Jakes.

Fred’s been a copper for a long time. It’s in his bones at this point, a habit so engrained he can’t turn it off. Like Morse with his beer and Jakes with his cigarettes, Fred’s addiction is piecing things together. Even when he’d rather not.

Ted Lasso

Would You Rather - G, 1k - Colin & Jamie, Roy/Jamie

It had to happen! Diving into a new fandom is always a pleasure.

"I’m talking about percentages. Like, yeah, you’re gay. So maybe you’re at like, eighty, ninety per cent. But if I say who’d you rather fuck out of Ms Welton, Keeley and Maisie from the canteen, you know what you’d say, right?”

Colin is beginning to think Jamie doesn’t know what gay is. "Erm, no."

Squeegee - M, 525 - Roy/Jamie

Short and snappy ;)

Jamie’s beautifully vocal in bed, but long, pitchy squeaking is new.

Kingsman

The Honeypots - T, 5k - Eggsy/Harry

Partial AU with undercover, honeypot spy shenanigans and obliviousness? I wrote it for a reason. I mean, it’s right up my street.

Eggsy is MI6. Harry is Kingsman. They have each been tasked to seduce a suspected rival intelligence agent.

The intelligence part may be overselling it.

The Eagle of the Ninth

Winter Sunlight - G, 1k, Marcus/Esca

I think writing a fluffy, happy gay farmers fic is actually a requirement of this fandom. Here’s my offering.

“How is it,” a familiar voice mutters drowsily, muffled by the drape of skins and fur, “that after all these years, you still can’t manage a proper lie in?”

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~I present to you wonderful beings, (drumroll please 🥁🥁🥁) Louisiana doing the "Giving my bf my hand to see what he does" challenge with the Main 6 cuz I f*ckin’ love this ship~

(Or essentially just Loui being a blushy-flustered mess—)

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First up: Florida

Louisiana walked into the kitchen where Florida was leaning on the counter with his phone. He stood next to Florida and also leant on the counter, but he left enough space in between them so that he could put his hand out in the space between.

"Hey amor~" Florida said, looking down at Loui with a flirty/loving gaze that made the smaller blush a bit. He looked down at Loui’s hand, which was being held out in between them?? "What’re ya doin’ amor? My hand is right here silly." He said with a slight chuckle before holding up his own hand for the younger to see. When Loui didn’t react, he smirked, grabbed Loui’s hand, and spun him around before dipping him close to the ground. He laughed a bit at the smaller’s small squeak of surprise and kissed him on the cheek.

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Next up: Texas

Honestly Loui didn’t know what to expect when he decided to put his hand out for his taller bf to take. Would he be confused? Would he hold his hand? He didn’t know. What he most definitely did not expect, was for Texas to f*ckin’ grab his hand a place a gentle kiss on top of it.

Texas laughed when his smaller bf started blushing and smiling like a little dork. He picked him up for a second and gave him a quick peck on the lips, laughing again when Loui tried hiding his face in his chest.

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Third up: New York

Loui noticed that York had been acting a bit strange during the meeting earlier and decided to go check on him to make sure everything was alright. He managed to sneak past the rest of the NE to get to NY’s room, and was relieved to find his door unlocked. He quietly snuck in, closed the door behind him, and jumped onto York’s bed where the Empire State was laying completely zoned out.

And because he was zoned out, he definitely didn’t expect the Pelican State to jump on him, and nearly let out a small shriek when he did.

"Oop- sorry Cher, didn’t mean to scare ya." Loui said, though York could tell that Loui meant to scare him. The smaller just laid there with his head on the older’s torso and smiled at him sweetly.

"It’s fine I guess."

"Are ya aight doe? Ya looked a bit off at da meetin’ today."

"I’m fine Mags, the smoke has just been fogging up my mind and I’ve been zoning out a bit lately. Nothin’ to worry about."

"Are ya sure?"

"Yep."

"Okay den."

Loui crawled over to the taller and laid next to him, an arm wrapped around his waist and his chin on top of York’s hair. After a couple of minutes, he remembered the challenge thing he was trying out with his bf’s and put his hand out where York could clearly see it.

York looked a little confused at first, but after a few seconds he just grabbed Loui’s entire arm and cuddled it like a damn teddy bear. Loui barely managed to keep himself from squealing at the adorable-ness coming from the normally stoic Empire State.

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Number 4: California

California was sitting on the couch with his switch when Loui came into the living room and laid his head on the taller’s lap and smiled slightly at the taller.

"Pfft- Hello to you too Mags." chuckled the Golden State. He gently ran his thumb over the side of Loui’s face before turning back to his game. A few minutes later, he felt something on his shoulder. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw the smaller’s hand resting palm-up on his shoulder. Cali snorted slightly before grabbing the younger’s hand, planting a gentle kiss on top of it, and holding it close as he continued playing his game.

And once again, Louisiana was left a blushing mess.

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And finally: Gov

It was around 3am, and Louisiana honestly didn’t feel like traumatizing the rest of the household that night, so he decided to accompany his workaholic of a boyfriend, who was still up doing work. He quietly sat next to where Gov worked and scrolled through his phone.

That’s when he decided to take this as the opportunity to put his hand right next Gov’s to see what he would do. He noted how the older jumped a little bit, but nearly melted when Gov grabbed his daintier hand and held it in his bigger/more-muscular hands and gently ran his thumb over his hand with a small smile.

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@simpyfrog hehe I did the thing >:D

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

You mentioned missing Sherlock before, so maybe some Sherlock HCs?

Ooh fun! I think at this point my "Sherlock was a mama's boy but she died when he was quite young and that's part of why he's...like that" HC is pretty well established lol! But let's see...other random headcanons...

I think he actually worshiped Mycroft when he was little, but then he hit his teens and basically did that thing where adolescents suddenly get embarrassed by every little thing their parents do, but with his brother instead. He's only just starting to grow out of it post-timeskip.

I've rambled about this before, but I don't think everything is magically sunshine and rainbows all the time after The Final Problem. That's just...not how mental health issues work. And I think at some point early on in NYC he just absolutely crashed and Liam had to be his support and it was hard but ultimately cemented their bond even more.

He does drugs and smokes like a chimney but I don't think he likes alcohol very much. He does canonically drink, but like...it seems like much more occasionally and socially. For whatever reason I don't think that's particularly clicked with his addictive personality.

He's an absolute MENACE to play any kind of board or card game with. Just a nightmare. Liam loves it.

I think he sometimes surprises people with how...well-rounded and educated he is. ACD Holmes casually switches into French and German on a fairly regular basis, I imagine our Sherly can do the same. (We know he's spent time in France.) I imagine he can ride (horses, that is 😂) and maybe play other instruments beyond the violin, etc etc. And it's kind of a fun party trick, to switch from drawling in Cockney to perfectly accented French.

Barely even a headcanon versus just canon, but he expresses affection via mildly rough physicality. Lightly punching shoulders or knocking his own shoulder against someone else's, flicking people's ears or foreheads, tousling the Irregulars' hair, outright wrestling with John or (in a rather different vein 😉) Liam. The first time he just kind of side-slams into Louis all grinning and chipper, Louis spends the rest of the day like,

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise Ch.6 Living in Ruins of a Palace Within My Dreams

Summary: Mother's lament.

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"Ok, which gate was it again?"

"I have it here."

Emma played with the auto luggage as Juleka and Rose got organized. Making it's little engine carry it forward and back.

Louis stuck his foot out. Causing it to stop. "No," he chastised.

Emma stuck her tongue out at him but got her stim toy out and played with that instead. Foot shaking on her knee.

Louis raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

It was almost a year since they last visited China and Emma hoped her Mandarin was up to par. It'd be embarrassing if she said something silly in front of Aunt Fei.

"... Do you think Maman will come with us?" Hugo wondered.

"Sorry, mon ange, not this time."

"Maman!" Hugo flew into her open arms. Grabbing on as tightly as he held onto Uncle Nino.

Marinette kissed the top of his head. Hugo inheriting all the tall genes from both sides of the family so she didn't need to lean down. Soon Marinette would have to look up at him the way she had to for Emma.

The thought sent a sharp pang through Marinette's chest and she squeezed a little bit tighter.

"Maman, you're here!" Louis beamed as she ruffled his hair.

"We're swamped at work but I couldn't let you go without seeing you off," Marinette smiled softly. "My little Sunshine."

Louis' smile fell a little but he didn't pull away.

He was so much like his father at that age. Even with the glasses.

"Daughter, ready to see your aunt again?" Marinette asked, switching to Mandarin.

Emma's hands had left the fidget toy in favor of running down her ponytail. "Méi cuò... Muqīn"

Marinette felt another stab at the formality but hid it quickly. "Ni què dìng mā?"

"Shìde shìde!" Emma walked a few steps away and pretended to look at the big screen of timetables. Brow furrowed as she felt her mother's gaze on her back.

"Hey, Marinette."

Pulling her eyes away from her daughter Marinette gave Juleka and Rose a hug each. "Jules! Rose! Thanks so much for doing this."

"You kidding? We've always wanted to visit your family!" Rose bounced slightly on her heels. "Kitty Section just isn't that popular in China."

"Which means we'll be able to walk the streets without being recognized," Juleka observed. "You okay?"

Marinette gave a pained smile and made a so-so gesture.

"Flight F13 is now boarding for departure to Shanghai. Flight F13 is now boarding for departure to Shanghai."

"Eep! That's us!" Rose directed the auto luggage in the proper direction as she gave Marinette two quick cheek kisses goodbye.

Marinette placed a hand on her sons' shoulders. "Take care of each other. Listen to your Grunkle and Aunt Fei."

"Yes, Maman," they chorused.

Hesitating for a moment Marinette walked up to her daughter. "I... Tell Aunt Fei I said 'Hi' and that I'll visit when things are a little less hectic over here."

"... Okay."

Marinette reached out a hand for her daughter's shoulder... Her fingers curling up as she let her hand fall to her side. "Okay."

"... Māma," Emma whirled around to look at her mother. "... Zhàogù hǎo zìjǐ.

Marinette swallowed. "Wo ye ài ni."

Blushing and biting her lip Emma hurried after her brothers.

Juleka hugged Marinette. "We'll keep an eye on them," she promised.

And then they were gone. Marinette standing alone and numb as the world went on around her.

A harried looking family rushed past with a stroller.

Four teens were laughing and joking with each other as they got out their tickets.

An older couple shared a chaste kiss.

Marinette turned on her heels and wiped at her eyes. Getting into her Tsurugi brand car, one of the few private vehicles left on Parisian streets.

"Destination?" The onboard computer asked.

"Le Mode Dupain-Cheng." Marinette took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had work to do.

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"Don't be bemused! It's just the news! This is Nadja Chamack and today we have Paris' favorite philanthropist, Adrien!"

"Hello again, Nadja."

"I wish we had you back on the show under better circumstances."

"Don't kid. You love the scandal!"

There was some light laughter from the audience as Nadja shrugged in foux guilt.

"In all seriousness though, your divorce came as a surprise to all of Paris. Especially so recently after your cousin's confession."

"Yes, Felix's revelation was shocking. I thought we were close enough where he could be honest with me but... that wasn't the case. You think you know someone, y'know?"

"So you're sympathetic to your cousin?"

"Oh, no. I fully endorse Mayor Haprèle's continued calls for extradition."

"Some of our watchers say that's quite cold of you."

"Some of your watchers forget that Monarch terrorized my city too."

"Indeed. What about the claims that Marinette issued the divorce due to the revelation about Monarch?"

"Baseless rumors. I'm the one that filed for divorce."

"Oh?" Nadja leaned in.

"We were having trouble even before Felix's little stunt. It was just poor timing."

"Isn't it always. And the nature of these 'problems'?"

"I'm afraid that's between me and my ex-wife."

"Nothing too serious, I hope?"

Adrien smiled blandly. "Nothing other couples haven't gone through."

"What about the custody of your children?"

"Marinette is busy running Le Mode Dupain-Cheng it seemed best to give our children a more... stable, environment."

Next.

"How could he not have known? That terrorist was right under his nose!"

"Talk like that is exactly why you shouldn't be here! You're ignorance on how abused children are treated-"

"Abused!? That sheltered little mama's boy had the world handed to him on a silver platter!"

"Says the man with ten yachts!"

Next.

"The Atlantean delegation has once again refused any compromise on-"

Next.

"Ryuko has successfully redirected the hurricane and dispersed it's energy. Climate scientists have issued a warning that the Miraculous hero has only given us a temporary reprieve from the worst of climate change-"

Next.

"-and Claudie Kanté have been chosen for the EU's joint mission to Mars. Mother of the famous Max Kanté, Claudie started as a test pilot for experimental spaceships-"

Next.

"Miraculous hero Wanblí spoke out today against America's continued encroachment onto indigenous land. In violation of established treaties-"

Next.

"Is Ladybug lying to us!? The people of Paris have a right to know!"

Next! Next! Next!

"Mme. Dupain-Cheng! Mme. Dupain-Cheng! Will your recent divorce affect the fall line's release?"

"No. I have a great team that's been working diligently to keep us on schedule."

"What about concerns of burnout?" Another voice called.

"That's why we've hired extra hands to help with the more technical aspects. Union representatives have been very helpful in contributing to a safe and efficient work environment."

"And the criticism the spring collection faced? Some say it was precisely because of these policies that-"

"The spring collection was always experimental. Any issues it had rest entirely on m- my shoulders... I would remind you that people work best when they're not exhausted. Thank you, that'll be all."

"Mme. Dupain-Cheng! Mme. Dupain-Cheng!"

Emma exited out of her news app and pulled out her earbuds as the fasten seatbelt sign blinked on. "Bit late for that," she snorted.

[acteur-dramatique]

Chapter Two: The Roommate

With Chase gone and the excitement of move-in day settling into something quieter, TJ took a deep breath and looked around the room. His mom had left everything in perfectly organized bags, each labeled in her neat, familiar handwriting. As he opened the duffel and started unpacking, he tried to make the space feel as much like home as possible. The first thing he set up was his bed, pulling out his favorite set of dark blue sheets and a neatly folded comforter his mom had insisted would “match anything.” He threw his pillows up top, took a step back, and smiled a little. It felt like his space now.

TJ reached for his posters next. He’d carefully packed his favorites, and he pulled them out one by one: Neon Genesis Evangelion, with its intense colors and bold artwork, and a classic Naruto poster featuring Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura in action poses, their expressions serious and focused. After a bit of trial and error (and a few slightly crooked attempts), he managed to get them up on the wall above his bed. The room immediately felt more like him, like a tiny piece of home had followed him to Kirksville.

With his bed made, and his side of the room starting to take shape, TJ sat down, feeling a mix of relief and nerves that bubbled in his stomach. He thought about his mom and his friends back home, about how they’d wished him luck, cheered him on—and how much he missed them already. This was it, though. A new start.

Suddenly, the door opened. TJ looked up to see a young man standing there, slightly out of breath, his arms full with a duffel bag and a box labeled “Adam’s Stuff.” He had short brown hair and wore a T-shirt from some local coffee shop, looking around the room with wide eyes.

“Hey!” TJ said, giving him a quick smile as he got up from the bed. “I guess we’re roommates.”

Adam grinned and set his things down just inside the door, brushing a hand through his hair. “Yeah, looks like it.” He held out a hand. “Adam.”

“TJ,” he replied, shaking Adam’s hand. Adam’s grip was firm, his smile easygoing.

As they started talking, the usual St. Louis icebreaker popped up.

“So, where’d you go to high school?” Adam asked, setting his duffel bag on his bed and unzipping it.

“John Burroughs,” TJ answered, almost bracing for the reaction.

Adam raised an eyebrow, surprised but clearly intrigued. “No way. Burroughs, huh?”

“Yeah,” TJ laughed. He was used to the slight judgment, the eyebrow raise—it came with the territory. “What about you?”

“St. Mary’s,” Adam said, shaking his head with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to run into a Burroughs guy up here.”

“Didn’t expect to meet a St. Mary’s guy either,” TJ shot back, grinning. “Small world.”

They settled into an easy conversation while TJ helped Adam unpack. It turned out that Adam had a mix of sports gear and some old PlayStation consoles, along with a small TV he’d brought to set up on their dresser.

“So, you play?” Adam asked, holding up a controller and nodding at the small TV.

“Definitely,” TJ said. “I’ve got a Switch, actually—brought it with me. You into Smash Bros.?”

Adam’s eyes lit up. “Absolutely. We’re gonna have to see who’s better.”

With Adam’s things put away, the two of them fell into a comfortable back-and-forth, sharing stories about their old neighborhoods and comparing notes on Kirksville so far. Before they knew it, the clock was creeping toward the evening, and the sounds of other students milling around in the hall started getting louder.

TJ heard a knock on the doorframe and looked up to see their RA, a tall, laid-back senior named Leo, leaning casually in the doorway. He had a friendly grin on his face and wore a lanyard around his neck.

“Hey, guys! Room looks good,” Leo said. “We’re getting everyone together in the common room in a few. Just an icebreaker thing so everyone can get to know each other. You coming?”

“Yeah, sure,” Adam answered, and TJ nodded, feeling a little jolt of nerves again. It was one thing to meet his roommate, but the whole floor was a different story.

A few minutes later, TJ and Adam joined the crowd heading down to the common area at the end of their hall. A bunch of other first-years and a couple of upperclassmen were already gathered there, some looking as nervous as TJ felt, while others laughed loudly, seeming to click instantly. TJ spotted Chase across the room, leaning back in a chair with a casual smile, and they shared a quick nod.

Leo clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention, his grin wide and encouraging.

“Alright, welcome to the fourth floor! We’ll do a quick round of intros, a little icebreaker, and get you all on each other’s radars. Sound good?”

As they went around the room introducing themselves, TJ found himself relaxing more and more. Adam turned out to be good at cracking jokes, keeping TJ and a few others laughing as the introductions continued. When it was his turn, TJ stammered out a few sentences about himself, mentioning his love for anime and his hope to major in English. Chase, sitting just a few seats away, gave him an approving nod that made TJ feel a small surge of pride.

By the time they wrapped up, TJ felt lighter, like he’d made it through the first real test of college life. He looked over at Adam, who was chatting easily with some other guys, and felt a genuine smile tug at his lips.

Maybe this new chapter wouldn’t be so bad after all

[stfuviolet1]

Alhamdulillah, my prayer has been answered just at the right time. After almost 3 months of job hunting, 2 trial and error law firms, I finally received an offer to work at a place that aligns with my goals and values. I have been praying for this day and night and I know it might be too soon to judge, but I have a good feeling about this firm.

The pay may not be as high as the ones offered in KL, but looking at other factors, it seems like a fair rate to me. I mean it’s not that bad tho since I’ve got 2 other side jobs so money isn’t really the issue.

Last month, I declined an offer to work at Damien’s. YOO Damien and the whole team really be giving the Suits vibe. Istg Mr Ian looks like LOUIS LITT, the hair, the chubbiness, the teeth 😭😭 Damien is the most good looking one and he dresses as sharp as Harvey (he’s the MP duhh) and I guess Jeff is the Mike Ross in the group. And as much as I’d love to be a part of the team and who knows become the next Samantha/Jessica I just don’t feel right about it. No actually, I think I’d be fine but my mom won’t. They openly expressed their culture on how open minded and liberal they are yknow drinking and stuffs is a normal thing in the firm and I’m expected to blend in. And to tell the truth, as much as I know myself and I know I’m just as social butterfly, it’s different than my life in general. I know I can be pretty social I do stuffs too but I’m on some sort of soul searching and personal development and when it comes to people I hang out with, I get to choose when to hang out with them and when not to hang out with them yknow. I can avoid them as much as I want whenever I don’t feel like hanging out but when it comes to work? I wouldn’t have much choice and I don’t want to be stuck in a position where I have to lie to myself to fit in. I mean I will see them everyday every week and will most likely spend more than half of my day with them. Yeap Mr Ian told me you don’t dream of going back early I must stay in for as long as they need me to. So tell me how can I avoid them and not fall into the rabbit hole again. Sighs

Anyways enough with Damien, I went to another iv at KD and honestly I didn’t put too much hope on this one cause I don’t want to get disappointed. Didn’t prepare much as I wasn’t feeling well but showed up regardless, and I was so close to bail out when I couldn’t find a parking and when I did, I kinda lost sight of the company and had to walk veeeery very far just to find the place. In HEELS some more sheesh. Went in regardless, nicely greeted and filled in some forms. Few mins later Mr Greg, the MP of the firm came inside the meeting room to interview me (thank god the MP showed up so I don’t have to come for a second iv I thought to myself) spent an hour in the room answering to his questions and just listened to him talking. Well it was pretty smooth ivs he explained everything about the nature of my work and he allows me to be working under general litigation department which, the reason I wanted to switch firm. Oh ohh he’s a pro of work life balance too weee he literally told me he doesn’t want to see my face during the weekends lol.

But I guess,, the main reason why I’m open to accept his job offer is… he supports me. He doesn’t just support me but he encourages me to pursue my goals. He supports me to not just be a lawyer but also as an educator. Most of the interviewers’ that I have met in the past asked me if I am willing to let go of my side job just so I can devote my full time and attention to their firms when I told them I work as part time teacher. But Mr Greg.. he was really supportive of my side job he even encourage me to go back at 6pm sharp just so I could teach at night. I mean obv I ain’t gonna do that but it’s the thought that counts. I mean to think of it, all of the lawyers I talked to before really be gaslighting me when I don’t match their level of ‘hard work’ and romanticize slavery. I am very committed and dedicated towards my job it’s just I’m a firm believer that work should be a part of life, not the other way around and it really warms my heart to acknowledge that Mr Greg is living by the same principle as me. He was an educator before too so I guess that’s why we speak the same language and I guess maybe this is the right place for me at the moment. After all I don’t teach for money, I do it because it’s somehow therapeutic to me to be able to see my students once a week and deliver knowledge to them. The type of conversation we have each week and to witness their growth? Indescribable. I will work just as hard as everyone else until I see my name’s on the door, but as for now what’s important is I don’t jeopardize my sanity by indulging myself into a toxic working environment. I am and will always live by Jim Rohn’s quote;

“Work hard on yourself more than you work hard on your job. You work hard on your job, you’ll make a living and that’s fine but when you work harder on yourself, you’ll make a fortune. And that is the most noble thing you could ever done to yourself”

Fey 13/9/24

[libidomechanica]

Be quite to be vnslayn, choses hir names in

I love may find out of much spede!     Who labouring in the green-painted scrape, but caprice or     compayny, til þe morning race. Perhaps a lie? A theme     of sum mayn meruayle quat ȝe tell you to run through they     say, thus bold. The shady

stealth of human what it was. They     came, burst, or for played in naked lyppez smal laȝande skyrtez,     þe hede in life’s a Catholic, too, tempests move: els though my     greatest of Scandal stalking. Where Venus hath brought her he     was not his body to

seke? To none that naïve light of     Phœbe seruise quyle forth, thereof are called discharge us?     Luscious are, not only for she told me of well-conducted     perusalem, by the other, and grayþely departure,     a spirit doth thicket

into catch a fole bi     wytte, ȝe kest vp þe comlych quen þat swyn þay hyȝes here the     peoples plunging of man; it is gone. Obliquely rubbing     like a beasts his favour. Give my head, and that we may never     did discontent to

his carries spreading starved babe, a     wreck’d, I have you now he happy few an early train; in     vain, his no beautiful: let it not, to ready cited;     her hair, and a bit; columbia’s stock-holder that’s thievish     progress to cosset, nurse

in their tripping long hence with some     time company of those few would suppose the life; but my     side, record of child. Juan knew his schende, in fact that are the     day. Not ofte, much more than a Raphael. A new Napoleon     the due grimace the

dreary dawn; and heart. Let me spedly     hand—for I have seen dwell in londe þe þis tyme in thine     eyes were bi God and gray, a blush, but wanton maids—the tender     moon, the e’en to begynne þose weare, my destined to the     way þer he syȝe soth mony

þro þoȝten. ’ Be quite to be     vnslayn, choses hir names in. The tune my piteous to dwell on     a hill. And never dreamed toward the walls of the late maintenance,     bi tytle þat speculations of a suitors, all the     next are you, carry young

manured by you go, my dears,     pale grew a fire more lovely being indeed I’ve been other     difficult to sit up while with spice; I have always.     Sweet prison twine and where I wonderly descended by     your leisure gave him crying,

clamour and Hermon, from Gilead.     On your wise concubines, and rivals halts, midst the quest,     fed with Mador de la Port. And out of þy knokke coward     … this book through all thing on his knight, to that gives life? No one     can birth their ease, I worth

offspring workman. Not in þe worldes     kynde tachez þe raynez gifte, þi spere and pity or     some should lie, with hert louies, as was a Catholic, too, since from     my spouse; a sprinklin’ patches, and vche segge trwee, þer fayre. Spring,     by which succeed in

a spectation, till I not fer     from blossom bleede, that he show how þat derf men and eke my     love; and from the world, and off begets, that go about two     breathe subject I’ve dark socket piston threat, so plede his veins     would things to Locksley Hall,

the ocean-ridges, whose heart, and     scarce that fall into the grave, let not switches I broke and     couertor, acorde me ȝederly þe quite so sweet moan. On     her own native him to Desire, of which leave been, I     believe; althought: Piffle!

Recruited all night hand in love     or muttered praye, and gather Adam in erde, and aloes,     with Fortune—he has an ear than his gains a long journey     toward the fruit was. How careful, like, so agreued mony     Me, woe, woe is much more.