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[hoperevive]

@halofcrged said, ❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

halston wanted to keep this professional for a plethora of reasons. number one being that, all things considered, john would be going home to another place. possibly even a different time. his heart wasn't here and trying to tie it here would be the ultimate in selfish things. on top of those reasons, there was also the fact that she had no doubt that all he saw her as was a means to an end; a generous person helping with an odd situation.

nothing more.

it never occurred to her to speak to the big, hulking, military man about her current problems. if the police couldn't do much more than keep records and she, the witch, couldn't make any shut up spells stick, what was anyone else going to do? then again, she figured it was because there was either a loophole, too many emotions, or generally being too close to the situation to make the magic effective. step two was going to be turning to corbin for help.

until she'd found a note in her purse after a show.

they were supposed to meet for coffee in order to connect for updates on john's current situation. she, corbin, and kerrin had all been neck deep in old grimoirs across a number of different practices in order to try and come up with a solution. so far, the only thing they could collectively agree on, was the magic of the fae portals had to be utilized. if they could take one and redirect the destination? maybe that could get john home.

unfortunately, when halston tried to say just that, she'd broken down in tears.

" it's not a big deal, " the witch finally pulls the crumpled letter from her back pocket and slides it into john's much larger hand. " i'm handling it. " badly, but he didn't need to know that. " sometimes, when you're in the performing arts, people get a little too attached. "

[nursc]

❛⠀⠀ come here, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ fingers gently curl around tandy's wrist before slipping down to interlock their fingers together as christine guides the younger ballerina to one of the chairs, making a small movement for her to sit down. ⠀ ❛⠀⠀ your bun is all crooked. let me. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. that wasn't what he was going for , but if he was being honest , will's idea sounded 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 than mike's. ❝ th-that wasn't what i had in mind , but ... if you want to ... ? ❞

Will couldn't even look at him at the question. But he was still blushing. He clearly failed at taking what he dished out. "Well what am I gonna do? Kiss you?"

[candy-rat]

☀️ˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧Puppy Love✧

♡ Percy Jackson x Fem!Apollo Reader

♥︎ Summary: you attempt to teach the cute boy you may or may not have some feelings for how to better work a bow and arrow. || Percy blurb!

☆ Warnings: None!

(ofc i know the relations between Apollo, Zeus, And Poseidon but the readers relation w Percy and the reader is the same w him and annabeth so use that info as u must) 

★ A/N:  I’ve only ever read the first and a bit of the second book + the two movies so this is based off the new series(Walker Scobell) + plus I have the BIGGEST crush on Walker Scobell.

♪ Credits: Ty Bunny’s RPH for the divider<3

+Barely Proof read

It was another sunny day at Camp Half-Blood, kids either chasing each other around or actually putting effort to train and what nots.

Surprisingly the archery field was as empty as ever, which is why you find yourself here.

As the daughter of Apollo you tend to neglect your gift of archery rather finding yourself in simple socialization, but today you thought differently.

Your dad would be proud, wouldn’t he?

As you were in the middle of your archery session you swore you heard the sound of bushes rustling.

The sudden noise caused you to turn around, trying to identify where the noise was coming from.

You were met with the sight of a boy.

Not just any boy.

Percy Jackson.

With earlier memory you can recollect, the boy was definitely not the best with a bow and arrow, so why would he be here?

“Uh, hi” the boy spoke up.

“Oh uh, hi?” You responded in a confused yet optimistic tone.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

You’ve seen the boy on multiple other occasions, you never really talked to him before.

To be honest with yourself, you probably had the slightest crush on the boy.

The tiniest one of course, you barely knew him.

“So, do you need something? Or?” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Oh! Uh yeah I did, yeah.” He replied with a slight crack in his voice.

Another moment of silence.

“Uhm, what do you need, uh Percy was it?” You questioned.

You didn’t need to ask, of course you knew his name.

It’s not creepy, word just gets around you know?

“Yeah uh that- that’s my name, you’re (Name) right? Daughter of Apollo?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, that’s me.” You replied.

“You’re like really good at archery right?” He asked once more.

“You could say that, being the daughter of Apollo kinda you know comes with it, but my older siblings are definitely better.” You confirmed.

“Well I was uh wondering-“ he responded.

“Mhm?” You simply hummed in reply.

“If you could, i don’t know uh teach me how to get better at archery?” He finally let out.

You looked at your bow and back at Percy.

You wonder exactly why he asked you.

Maybe he just came here in hopes to ask the first person he sees, or maybe he was looking for you specifically.

That’s a nice thought.

“Really?! Okay, I don’t mind!”you replied.

“You don’t?!” He replied.

“Of course not! I don’t have much to do anyway.” You giggled.

Before anything you told him the basics, how to stand, how to correct your breathing, and how to aim better.

The day went on.

Percy missed the target completely most times.

But once he finally got remotely close, you had to say you were proud of the blonde.

You were happy to even spend time with him.

“There you go Percy! That was great, you’re getting better!” You chuckled, swinging you arm over his shoulder squeezing him a bit.

He froze at the sudden contact for a moment.

“Thanks! I really c-couldn’t have done it without you, you know!” He went on blushing.

“Awe don’t sweat it, it comes naturally so I never need to put much in to it, but thanks!” You thanked the boy, feeling your face heat up.

Percy handed you the bow back queuing the end of your lesson.

“You know if you ever want me to teach you again I’d be happy to, just swing by cabin 7 I’m usually there.” You mentioned.

“Yeah sure, but about that-“ he started.

“About what?”

“Well uh, seeing each other again you know? Like not during training” He blushed.

“O-oh! Yeah i wouldn’t mind at all, I enjoy your company!” You responded.

“Really?!” Percy added.

“Yeah really.” You confirmed.

“I uh- like being around you too.” Percy smiled.

The two of you got along perfectly.

Like a puzzle piece.

You definitely had a crush on him.

He might like you back.

Percy definitely is too scared to confess anytime soon.

And maybe that’s good.

Love takes time.

Especially puppy love.

A/n: innocent puppy love is deff the vibe I’ll always go for with my Percy fics so hopefully I’ll have time to do more      (Miles 42 fic in the making!!!!)<3

[0nerd-at-heart0]

The Case Continues

A/N: Thank you for ALL the love and support on my latest fic!!!! ♥ After not writing for a year it felt weird to write again but y'all have been so sweet, so truly thank you to all of you. I just finished 2 of midterms and there was this guy behind me on one of my tests coughing like crazy so now I am sick. While I should take this opportunity to study for the LSATS now that I am stuck in bed, I just had to continue writing. As long as you all continue reading I am more than happy to continue writing. If you want to be added or taken out of the taglist please DM me :) 

P.S. : I used the stars to break down the sections for myself as I wrote and kept them in, if they are weird or unhelpful let me know so I can get rid of them and as always feedback is always welcomed

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @malfoys-demigod @yiiiikesmish

Word Count: 5.5 k

Warnings: sexual harassment, cursing, pet name like sweetheart, mentions of food and eating (any more warnings that I missed please let me know)

There will be a part 3 after this one, still writing it but if you haven’t please check out the Part 1:  The Stress of a Case

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As you finished the last bite of your meal in Rachel’s office, a comfortable silence settled between you and Harvey.  Harvey leaned back in his chair, and a sense of relief seemed to wash over his face, "You did well today, Y/N. We'll get through the Jackson case. I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You offered a small, appreciative smile, acknowledging the sentiment. "Thanks, Harvey. It means a lot."

You stared at the clock and the realization that it was time to head home crept in. Harvey, ever the gentleman, offered you a ride, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stood up moving the desk back to how he found it and picked up the trash. 

However, your need for control and familiarity after the recent panic attack made you decline the ride, "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'll take my own car tonight."

A small, almost imperceptible frown flashed across Harvey's face, quickly replaced by his usual composed expression. "Alright." was all he could stammer out. 

After parting ways, you walked towards the parking lot, keys in hand. As you drove home alone, a subtle sense of curiosity lingered. What if you had accepted Harvey's offer? What could have unfolded in the confined space of his car, free from the walls of the office? 

The thought nagged at you as you navigated the familiar streets, feeling your head cooling off. Rolling down the window to allow the fresh air to overflow your senses  There was a part of you that wished you knew the answer, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of your professional relationship with the Harvey Specter.

The next few days went by pretty fast. All days felt the same . It was a routine of restless nights as your mind was clear yet foggy on your night with Harvey. Nervous yet excited on what the following days would bring. You woke up early every day to go to your favorite coffee spot. But every day you spent it at your desk going through Amir related emails and one day you spent the day researching organic cat food for Louis. You haven't even had the chance to really see or talk to Harvey, not that you were keeping track ( 3 times he has spoken to you). 

But about 10 days after the incident, here you were, standing in the elevator, expecting to be another calm day of going through Amir’s associates emails with Rachel.

But when the elevators dinged,  the beautiful face of  Donna Paulsen appeared as the door opened.  She stood there waiting for you and without saying a word she turned on her heel and gestured for you to follow her. And like a loyal puppy you followed Donna through the corridors, her signature click-clacking heels echoing in the hallways as you tried to keep you.

As you walked, Donna’s voice boomed,  efficiently providing a rundown of the latest developments in the Amir Jackson case. Apparently, Amir had signed a contract with his brother-in-law’s firm, and Harvey was currently breaking it down in his office to find any potential weaknesses or loopholes. You were confused but eager to understand your role in all this, so you did your best to keep up with Donna's brisk pace. The details of the case were important, but the question of why Donna was sharing them with you lingered in the back of your mind.

Donna approached Harvey's office, she shot you a sly smile and motioned for you to enter. The door creaked open, revealing Harvey Specter engrossed in his work. Donna whispered, "You wanted to be in the big leagues; well, here you go."

Harvey was seated at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him. Mike Ross was leaning against the wall, and both turned their attention to you as you entered.

Donna, standing in the doorway, mouthed, "You got this."

It dawned on you—this wasn't just an update on the case. Donna had orchestrated this moment for a reason. You were being given a seat at the table, an opportunity to contribute to a high-stakes strategy session. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins. Harvey was keeping his word after all. 

 Harvey and Mike acknowledged your presence, you straightened your posture and mentally prepared to engage in the battle of wits that lay ahead.  You are ready to keep up and prove your worth beyond your typing skills. 

Mike walks up to you handing you a file, and you take a seat. Knowing the breakdown you take out your colorful pack of highlighter ready to color coordinate. Purple for potential loopholes, yellow for things to research, blue for important dates and green for  contacts. 

Harvey couldn't help but notice you being meticulously organized. With a smirk, he quipped, "Really, Y/N? Color-coordinated highlighters? Are we in kindergarten?"

You, shot back with a playful smile, "Well, Harvey, some of us appreciate a little order and aesthetic appeal. It's called professionalism."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the quick retort. "Professionalism, huh? I prefer the classic black and white approach. Simple and effective."

You without looking up from your file said, "Well, Harvey, sometimes a splash of color can make things more interesting. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Reaching down to your highlighter bag you pulled one out handing it to him, “Here, I think pink suits you”

He takes it from your hand, not backing down, “You know if your legal skills were as efficient as your highlighting skills we would be done with these files already”

You retorted, “Well, Harvey, if your people skills were as smooth as your hair, we'd have won the case yesterday."

Mike, who had been silently working, looked up with a bewildered expression, unsure of how the banter had suddenly transformed into a flirtatious exchange. He blinked, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Harvey  leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. "Smooth hair, huh? You're just jealous, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you replied with a smirk, "I've seen smoother hair on a mannequin."

Mike, now thoroughly confused, looked between Harvey and you, trying to decipher when this banter became a new development. 

Before anything can go any further there is a knock at Harvey’s door, it was Rachel. After hearing from Mike about your little fainting incident, she was kind of overbearingly persistent on making sure you were eating and were okay no matter how much you told her you were fine.  Despite your reassurances that the incident of passing out was a one-time occurrence and that you were doing better, Rachel continued to express her care in thoughtful ways.

Today was no exception. Rachel asked to borrow you for a moment. Excusing yourself from your work, you followed Rachel outside the office. She had a warm smile on her face and a bagel in her hand, with your name on it.

"Hey, I know you said you're doing better, but I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Rachel said, offering you the bagel.

You couldn't help but smile at Rachel's thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Rachel. You really don't have to keep doing this, but I appreciate it."

Rachel chuckled, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Consider it my way of making sure you stay fueled and ready to tackle anything."

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While you were outside having that conversation with Rachel, Mike couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a little teasing. Looking at Harvey with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he remarked, "What was that?"

Harvey, ever the master of composure, shot Mike a sharp look. "Shut up and focus, Mike," he retorted, trying to divert attention back to the files.

Mike, undeterred by Harvey's attempt to change the subject, leaned back with a playful grin. "Oh, you're definitely focused on something," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey rolled his eyes, realizing that he might have just opened himself up to a barrage of teasing from Mike. 

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You returned to the office with the bagel in hand, you tucked it away in your bag without giving it much thought. However, Harvey's raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed. He questioned, "Aren't you going to eat that?"

Unbeknownst to you, the hesitation stemmed from a lingering unease about eating near files, especially in front of Harvey—thanks to the hot Cheeto incident. Harvey, catching on to your reluctance, decided to assertively intervene, "Eat."

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Bossy much, Harvey?"

Harvey quickly adds, “Well I am the boss”.

Mike, always quick to jump into the banter, chimed in, "Hey, wait a minute. Rachel didn't get me a bagel."

Harvey, in his usual deadpan manner, responded, "Deal with your relationship drama outside the office”

Mike mumbled to himself though directed at Harvey “you deal with your relationship drama outside the office” as he turned over to the next file. 

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Without hesitation you grabbed another file, opening it  up you saw on one of the clauses of the contract that it said,  “Keep an appropriate reputation”.

You spoke up, “Have we been able to contact his brother in law?”

“Louis is currently on that”, Harvey said nonchalantly.  

“Louis?!?!”, the shock in your voice was not hidden at all as your hand went to cover you mouth,

“See even she is shocked’’, Mike gestured towards you as he closed his file. 

“Mike you are  going to have a deposition with Amir in about an hour and I got to prep you. As much as I'd rather have you do it,” Harvey eyes quickly glance at you before returning to the file in his hand, “I don’t have time to walk you through it, plus Jessica said I have to throw Louis a bone”, Harvey mumbles the last bit. 

You nodded, understanding that you were too green to already start interviewing people without supervision. 

After an hour of underlining and highlighting things they may be able to use against him, Harvey dismissed you and Mike to prepare for meeting Amir. You gave Mike a questioning look as you exited the office.

The door closed and you could have sworn you heard music playing. 

“He has a whole routine when he has a stressful case”, Mike said as he handed Donna a piece of paper to fax. 

“Whoa, you are just going to share Harvey’s secrets like that”, Donna added. 

“She is part of the group now, she deserves, nay she needs to know”, Mike defensively argued

Donna playfully rolled her eyes and all you can do is laugh. 

“Imma go to the conference room and set everything up”, Mike then turned on his heels. 

“Why are you meeting with Amir?”, you couldn't help the question come out of your mouth.

“Jessica and Harvey believe he is trying to get in our heads”, Mike causally stated like this is somehow normal, “anyway see you afterwards”. 

You headed down to the bullpen with a couple of files in hand for you to review. The bullpen was empty, you saw a memo on your desk that Jessica was holding a mock trial for the associates. You believed she was doing this to boost morale. It's been 3 weeks since the Jackson case was first assigned and every day the stress of the case becomes more evident in not only the partners but everyone. 

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All that can be heard was the click-clack of your keyboard as you diligently worked on a memo at your cubicle in. A man walked it, he didn't go unnoticed as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Working hard or hardly working, sweetheart?" he said with a smug grin.

Startled by his words, you looked up to fully take in this strange man, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. 

"What can I do for you?", you let out an annoyed breath. 

He wasn't unattractive, tall, seemed to be built, his dark hair slicked back and his tan figure was highlighted with a beautifully tailored suit. 

He ignored your attempt to deflect his trashy pickup line  as he leaned in, invading your  personal space. "You know, I am here to see Mike Ross, but I would rather be seeing you. What do you say we grab a drink sometime?"

You noticed a wedding ring on his hand and that added to your discomfort which was palpable, and  you glanced around, searching for a way out of the situation. Amir Jackson was standing right before you in all his dirty lawyer glory. Before you could respond, the familiar sound of a door swinging opening  caught your attention. Harvey Specter stormed into view, his expression colder than the usual glacial demeanor he reserved. 

"Amir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey's tone was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.

Amir straightened up, his confident facade faltering in the face of Harvey's iciness. "Just trying to get to know the beautiful talent that sits before me" he replied, attempting to play it off.

Harvey's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his presence dominating the small cubicle. "This is not the time or the place for your personal agenda. We're here to work, not to entertain your attempts at charm.", emphasis on the word attempt. 

Amir chuckled nervously, realizing he had crossed a line. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Harvey. Just thought we could all use a break."

Harvey's stare could freeze time itself. "Save your charm for the courtroom, Amir. Now get lost before I decide to make this a legal matter."

Amir hastily retreated, leaving the cubicle, heading upstairs to interview Mike. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, Harvey's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, grateful for Harvey's intervention. "Thanks, Harvey. I didn't know how to get rid of him.” You left a pause before continuing, “Though he was cute”, it was your attempt to lightened the mood

But it seemed that you failed as you could have sworn that Harvey’s eyes darkened. 

“Don't tell me he is your type?” Harvey glares, trying to play it off as a playful intrigue. Though behind those words were sharp undertones of jealousy. 

Was your type arrogant lawyers? Oh god, you thought to yourself. 

“I mean if we are being honest”, you were already regretting the words coming of of your mouth, “I wouldn’t mind drinks with him, if you know he wasn't-”

“A dirty slimeball”, Harvey interrupted.

“I was going to say married but hey your  words not mine”, You shrugged as you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. 

Like a switch any sign of a normal human being verison of Harvey goes back to a cold exterior Harvey ", Get back to work. We have a case to win."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence. Louis Litt barged into the bullpen, a triumphant expression on his face. "I got it, I got it!" he declared, his voice echoing through the walls.

Harvey shot him a stern look. "What do you mean, Louis?"

Louis beamed, brimming with excitement. "I met with Amir’s brother in law and we have a plan"

"Louis, I don't like that look on your face. Well, actually, I don't like your face, period," Harvey retorted, his patience wearing thin but shot you a mischievous  look as you let out a small laugh. 

Just as Louis was about to unveil his plan, you received a text from Rachel, asking for assistance upstairs. Seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself , you made a quick exit, leaving Harvey to deal with Louis's eager revelation.

As you walked away, you overheard Louis saying, "Can I just tell you my plan?"

You missed Harvey's response that carried a tone of indifference, "Louis, I am a lawyer, not your babysitter. You don't need to run your ideas by me. Just do whatever it takes to win."

"Whatever it takes," Louis echoed, his enthusiasm undeterred as he practically skipped out of the room, eager to set his plan in motion. 

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The next day, as you were on your way to the copy room, Louis Litt beckoned you into his office. The air in the room felt different, an unusual tension hanging in the air. Louis, with a somewhat secretive smile, asked for your help with a deposition. He believed you were the perfect candidate to handle the client interview. He said he will be there to supervise it all. 

Despite the lingering suspicion about Louis's true intentions, you were eager to prove your skills and showcase your capabilities. With determination in your eyes, you took the file full of questions that Louis prepped for you into the conference room, ready to face the challenge. As you were coming round the conference room, Louis excused himself to the bathroom saying he was going to be right back and to start without him.

As you entered the room and set up the camera, you were met with the unexpected sight of Amir Jackson—the person you would be interviewing. Suppressing the internal alarm bells, you maintained a professional demeanor and focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. My name is Y/N, and I'll be conducting the deposition today. Please make yourself comfortable," you greeted, doing your best to project confidence.

Amir acknowledged you with a nod, “Oh trust me. I remember you.  I can't forget a face like that sweetheart”.

 You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this deposition than met the eye. As you pressed record on the camera, a pit forming in your stomach as you felt that you were part of a bigger scheme that Louis had formed. But you continued on. 

The questions came to an end and Louis was nowhere in sight. You think you did a good job but you really hoped you would have some help guiding you. You were reaching over to turn off the camera when Amir made his way around the table, invading your personal space as he placed his hand on your thigh.  You felt disgusting, but you gritted your teeth and tried to remove his hand. His grip just got tighter. 

“Mister Jackson, you are married and I am not interested so please let go”, you remained calm. 

"This isn't the first time I've given in to another woman's temptation," Amir whispered, his hand slowly making its way up higher. . The situation escalated, and you attempted to stand up, desperate to distance yourself from his unwarranted advances.

Just as the discomfort reached its peak, Louis Litt stepped into the room, 

 "We got you now, Amir," Louis declared, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Louis revealed  that the entire encounter had been captured on camera, since the little red button was still going and Louis left his dictaphone as well. There was enough proof of the man Amir really was

The revelation startled Amir, who looked like he was ready to erupt in anger at being caught.

But a last Amir stammered trying to get his words together. 

“I think you should make some calls”, Louis said, his smile not faltering. 

Amir, now furious, stormed off, leaving you alone in the aftermath of the orchestrated confrontation. 

Anger boiled within you. You were mad at Amir, you wished you had the strength to have slapped him or yelled at him but you froze, your mind was whirling running 100 mph before you can truly comprehend what was going on. Now that it was over you were a teapot full of steam. Ready to blow. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration became directed at  Louis. 

His dramatic reveal. His smirk. This was the plan all along and you were just his puppet. He knew this was going to happen, he wanted this to happen. 

"Why the hell did you put me in that situation?" you snapped, the intensity of your emotions evident.

Louis, unfazed, responded, "It was Harvey's idea. We had to win the case, and trust me this”, he gestured to you and the empty door, “ sealed the deal”

Your anger shifted, now directed at Harvey Specter, the architect of this manipulative plan. The lines between professional strategy and personal boundaries blurred, they have been blurring. But this, this felt like the lines were being drawn all over again, You took a deep breathe as you were left grappling with the aftermath of an uncomfortable encounter.

You stormed  out of the conference room.You were shaken and in desperate need of someone to confide in. As you walked down the hallway your bubbling emotions made every step a struggle. In your mind, the need to talk this out with Rachel outweighed any confrontation you might have had with Harvey.

Focused on reaching Rachel's office, you were determined to leave the unsettling incident behind. However, Mike Ross, perceptive as ever, intercepted your path, concern shown across his face.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?" Mike inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

The overwhelming emotions made it difficult for you to articulate your feelings. When Mike reached out to grab your hand, hoping to offer some comfort, a reflexive flinch escaped you. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the impact of the encounter.

"Don't ask like you don't know," you managed to utter, your tone heavy with frustration and disappointment.

Mike was left dumbfounded, his attempts to provide support met with an unexpected defensive response. As you stopped in your tracks, you turned to face him, meeting the bewilderment in his eyes.

"I was Louis’s bait but if this was Harvey's idea, lord knows you were right there beside him. Batman and freaking Robin," you added, the accusation hanging in the air.

Mike's expression shifted to curiosity as he raced down the hall to Harvey’s office, needing an explanation. What the hell did you do now Harvey, Mike thought to himself. 

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You sought refuge in Rachel's office. Rachel offered a comforting presence. You recounted the events, finding solace in Rachel's understanding.

"I can't believe he used you like that. I'm so angry on your behalf," Rachel said, her support unwavering.

As Rachel provided a comforting presence for you, on the other side of the office, Mike Ross stormed into Harvey's office, his frustration evident. Ready to give Harvey a piece of his mind for giving Louis the idea to use you as bait, Mike's accusatory words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But Harvey, surprised by the accusation, defended himself. "What are you talking about, Mike? I didn't allow Louis to do anything."

Before Mike could continue, Harvey's tone softened. "How is she, Mike? Is she okay?"

Mike hesitated, admitting, "She's shaken up, Harvey."

Without sparing another second, Harvey stood up, determination etched on his face. "I need to find her."

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The atmosphere in Rachel's office was heavy as you sat there, still visibly shaken from the encounter with Amir Jackson. You found comfort in spinning your bracelet around your wrist.

Rachel, ever the empathetic friend, suggested a visit to the bakery you both loved, a subtle attempt to bring a touch of sweetness to the somber moment. As she left to fetch the cookies, you stayed seated at her desk chair, staring out of the window. 

Harvey stepped in to check on you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as you looked up, frustration written  across your face. You turned back to the window refusing to look at him. 

You couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that spilled out. "Fuck you"

You were always so poised, always so put together, Harvey couldnt and wouldnt lie that hearing your curse did something to him. But he scratched that out of his mind, returning to the matter at hand. 

Still taken aback by the force of your words,  he raised his hands defensively. "I had nothing to do with what Louis did. I wouldn't put you in that position."

But you weren't convinced. "Your motto is 'do whatever it takes to win,' right? I was just a pawn in your grand scheme of things. Last week, after the panic attack, I thought we were okay. I thought we were on good terms, but now I don't know what to believe."

Harvey's expression hardened as he tried to find the right words to reassure you. "You weren't a pawn, Y/N. I didn't know about Louis's plan, and I would never intentionally put you in a situation like that."

You scoffed, frustration and hurt evident in your voice. "Your actions speak louder than words, Harvey. I'm tired of being caught in the crossfire of your 'win at all costs' mentality.” 

Harvey, his usual composed demeanor faltering, tried to find the right words to reassure you. The weight of your accusations, was challenging the fragile trust that had started to rebuild between both of you. 

You continued to stare out of the window, refusing to meet Harvey's gaze. He could feel the tension escalating, and he knew he had to address the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Look at me," Harvey said firmly, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to comply. Unfazed, Harvey moved closer and he bent down  a little so he would be eye level with you and with a gentle touch, guided your head to face him. His touch ignited the fuel of your emotions, whether it be rage or something else entirely. There was a fire burning within you. 

"I don't like to repeat myself," Harvey stated, his eyes locking onto yours.

You met his gaze, still angry, a tempest of emotions brewing within you. He could see the fire in your eyes and sensed the need for an outlet. "Yell at me," he urged, guiding you to stand up.

You were now facing Harvey, an arm's length between both of you. You took this oppurtunity, you took a deep breath as you let it all out. 

"You are insufferably arrogant and stubborn. You're like a shark in a corporate sea, ruthless and cold-hearted. You wield your charisma like a weapon, and everyone else is just a pawn in your game. You  bend the rules until they are ALMOST at a breaking point", you go off on a mini rant. 

Harvey, with a measured tone, responded, "I don't disagree. The fact that I haven't interrupted you should tell you I take pride in who I am. But one thing you didn’t say and one thing I would never do is hurt the people I care about. Maybe I would occasionally push Mike in front of a slow-moving car, but that's as far as I'd go." 

You stifle a small laugh, trying not to give Harvey any satisfaction. But you nodded at him showing that you believed him.

His hand rested on your shoulder as his eyes looked at you with concern. "How are you?" he emphasized.

You shrugged, voicing your discomfort. "I feel kinda disgusting right now."

Harvey's jaw tightened as anger flared in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill Louis," he declared, ready to retaliate.

As he turned to leave you grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him," you pleaded, your voice holding a mix of anger and compassion. Despite the hurt you felt, you couldn't bear the thought of Louis facing physical harm.

Harvey paused, looking down at your hand on his arm. "I can't promise that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I won't hurt him physically."

You nodded, acknowledging the compromise.

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The celebratory feeling filled the air in Jessica's office as Harvey stormed in, anger etched across his face. Louis and Jessica stood there, clinking glasses in celebration of what they believed was a triumph in the Amir Jackson case.

"Join us, Harvey! Louis found a way for us to win this case. It's finally over" Jessica exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Harvey.

Harvey's eyes narrowed as he observed Louis making himself small under the intensity of his gaze. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Harvey erupted, "Louis, you pretentious fucker! How dare you do that to her?"

Jessica, puzzled, looked between Harvey and Louis. "Harvey, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Ignoring Jessica's inquiry, Harvey continued his tirade, directing his fury solely at Louis. "You used Y/N. You put her in a bad situation with Amir. That's a new low, even for you."

Jessica's confusion shifted to anger as she slammed her glass down. "What?"

Louis, feeling the heat of Harvey's wrath, defended himself, "You said to do whatever it takes to win."

" One, you know how I feel about cheating. And two, you know what yeah this is my fault. For half a second there, I thought you would be a lawyer, not try to pimp out my associate," Harvey placing particular emphasis on the word "my."

“Here's the deal," Louis began to explain his plan. "Amir's brother-in-law allowed him to join his firm under one condition: he behaves and doesn't cheat on his sister. Now, Amir signed his contract promising to behave because Amir’s brother in law has a list of evidence that could easily get him disbarred, but his brother-in-law promised not to expose him as long as he kept his promise."

Louis sighed as he continued, "Y/n was the bait, Harvey. She is one of the more attractive associates that Amir couldn't resist. So I  let the pawns fall where they should fall and we got it all on camera. Amir's brother in law is going to the association to get him disbarred as we speak. "

Jessica chimed in, "Louis, why couldn’t you let it so Y/N in on the plan.”

Louis nodded, ‘’ I didn't think it would be a big deal”

The room collectively groaned. 

"The only reason you don't have a broken nose right now is because she asked me not to hurt you...physically," Harvey declared, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Jessica, ever the professional, butted in, “Harvey the case with Amir is over now, let me handle Louis” giving Louis a dirty glare before opening the door to her office moving Harvey out the door, “Tell everyone to go home for the night”. 

Harvey followed suit, leaving Louis to face the wrath of Jessica. As he closed the door he could hear Jesscia yell, “What were you thinking”

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Harvey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to Rachel's office, seeking you out. Upon entering, he found you surrounded by Mike and Rachel, laughing at something as Mike shoved his face with cookies. The look on your face seemed lighter, you appeared more at ease.

Harvey addressed everyone in the room, "Alright, pack it up. Time to go home."

As he spoke, ​​his eyes lingered on you, and he added pointedly, "Especially you. Y/N.  No arguments this time, I am taking you home."

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, and Rachel and Mike gathered their things to leave. Harvey's directive made it clear that there was no room for negotiation this time; he was taking you home.

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The plush interior of Harvey's car surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in the luxurious vehicle. Harvey, however, seemed at ease as he turned to you and casually asked, "Put your location in the GPS."

You entered your apartment complex as the destination. The ride continued in relative quiet,

You were now three blocks away from your apartment complex, when Harvey abruptly took a sharp left. Confused, you turned to him with a puzzled expression, questioning his unexpected turn.

"Harvey, where the hell are you going?" you asked.

He glanced at you, a twinkle  in his eyes, and replied, "We both deserve to have some fun tonight."

You saw him pulling up to a bar, one that seemed too classy for you. You were too undressed for this. The doubt clouded your mind. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn't help but ask, "A bar, Harvey, really?"

He looked over at you, the corner of his lips quirked up. "What do you say?" He was parked but hadn't turned off the engine, giving you an out.

You looked over at him and he had that stupid, handsome smug smirk on his.

Not wanting the "what ifs" to take over, you met his gaze and said, "I'm in."

[blue-ancolia]

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎  . Cottage Living is needed. . You'll find it in several categories in Buy Mode such as Outdoor Activities or Trees... . It has 3 different colours Thank you @sharmrocksims for helping me testing this out.

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[ochazos]

#going on semi-hiatus for mental health reasons and also other stuff#will be slowly picking away at drafts#sorry for the sudden slow down#life is stupid

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[bunnyboyjuice]

That Dick was a 10/10 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˚‧｡♥Sum: Getou soothes you to sleep after a long stressful week.

˚‧｡♥ pairings: Suguru Getou x Blk Reader

Warnings: fem! Reader, missionary, squirting, aftercare

Getou has that NyQuil dick he knows he could put you too sleep in a heart beat. He knew you were dealing with stress and he wanted to do something about it. He just wanted to help his baby get the goodnights rest they deserve. “C’mon just lay down trust me baby.” he coos. “I dunno Getou are you sure this is gonna work.” You mumbled lying down. “Maybe it‘ll work if you trust in me.” He’s replied confidently pressing soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m already tired I don’t think I need to be anymore exhausted than this, can’t you just work your magic another way?

“Trust me I will.” Getou says peeling your panties off and diving right into your pussy. His cock running against your puffy lips as he watches your pussy drool for him.

“Mmmgh look at me princess! Such a pretty girl.

“Y-yea but —Ouugh!”

Lust taking over Getou’s body letting him thrust back into your delicious cunt feeling his lips pressed against yours. He could feeling his length slotting its way into your enterance stretching you out.

“Cmon mama we can do it just relax let me in ok.”

You nod and mewl your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you while you feel the delicious stretch of his cock filling you up inch by inch.

“That’s it baby” he coos his deep voice ringing out as he thrusted into you feeling your cunt squeeze around him letting those wet juices squelch every with move.

“Nnngh Sugu..fuuuck!” You could feel the his cock pressing at your g spot making your head go dumb, moaning noisily with Getou’s cock fully buried in your cunt.

He rolls his hips slowly letting your pussy swallow him up listening to the loud sopping that filled the room.

“Look at you baby taking it all like such a good girl.”

He coos at you while he’s practically pounding you into the mattress he fucking your like your a fleshlight , those deep, hard strokes making your brain melt you writhe with pleasure squirming as you feel your warm gooey cunt latching on to Suguru like you were never gonna feel him ever again. His dick stirring up your insides having your legs flailing around knocking the air right out of your lungs.

“S-Suguruuu f-fuck!” you gasped raking your nails down his back.

That dick was doing wonders to you making you feel all tingly and light while Getou pounded right into your poor pussy. But to Getou you looked so beautiful underneath him your pretty face all scrunched up while your moans and whines filled the air your lips coated in a shine of drool. The way his tip kissed your g-spot and has your pussy soaking him and the sheets beneath you, the noise that his thrust make when his hips are slamming against you. All you could focus on was the way your pussy felt so good.

“S-sugu , ‘s good..feels..g-good”

“Mmm..yea look at you such a greedy girl takin it so good f’me!”

His eyebrows furrow looking down at you trying to keep a constant pace. You felt twitching your gummy walls squeezing hard around his shaft signaling you were close. The syrupy sounds of you cunt filled the room along with your babbles.

Getou thought it was adorable the way you were clinging to him, god the way you were holding on to him he could feel you tensing underneath him he slipped his fingers between your slick thighs rubbing his callused finger tips against your swollen clit. You could tell yourself coating his cock more those gooey sounds getting louder by the moment.

“S-Suguuu!” You’d cry out, with his fat tip brushing against your g-spot, you whimpered before feeling a sudden gush.

“That’s it goood girl” he huffed in a husky voice his thrust slowed down as his ropes of cum filled you up. You whined feeling him pull out feeling his cum trickle down your thighs.

“I’ll be back mama.” Getou says before pressing a kiss to your cheek and gently putting your bonnet on your head before walking off to the bathroom. It wasn’t even more than 10 second but your were so tired you had fallen asleep in bed. Getou chuckled before cleaning you up with a warm washcloth and put you in his t-shirt which was way too big for you.

Getou knew he could put you to sleep and he hope your having another restless night so he can do it again.

A/N: I wrote this out of self indulgence finals are coming up and I’m going insane over them. But I will try to be more active hopefully once they’re done ♪( ´▽���)

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[hoperevive]

daryl @twdfcrged said, ❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

everything was so surreal. a pile of laundry, smelling fresh as the sky after the rain, was piled on her couch. her couch. looking up, blue eyes scanned over a hardwood table with a notebook she'd actually been writing songs in with real pens. at night, she was allowed a hot shower with soap and a loofa. at night, she'd been able to put her head on a god damn pillow under a blanket that wasn't nearly warm enough but the other body laying next to her helped with that.

out there, in the woods and the torn world, halston had been so convinced she was going to die. half the time, she'd even convinced herself that her life in new york had been nothing but a dream. or, a nightmare, depending on how one chose to look at it.

a tear rolls down her cheek. then another. sniffling, the musician wipes at her cheek with the rolled up material on her forearm before quickly finishing the fold on the shirt she'd been holding.

in front of her, the door quietly clicks shut after daryl walked through. another tear rolls down her cheek.

" hey, " halston sniffs again. as quickly as she looked up, she looked back down to hide the crying. another shirt was folded and set to the side, then a pair of socks. she had her hands on a jacket when daryl's voice hit her ears, making her entire body freeze.

" i'm fine, " a hand automatically goes to her abdomen and then drops. the last thing she needed, or even had time for, was a conversation on why she'd had the impulse to do it. no one knew yet. just the doctor. with the world as scary as it was, halston felt like everything could change in an instant. so, why give everyone that kind of hope only for it to break their hearts?

" if i leave it here, the wrinkles will be harder to get out. don't think anyone really cares about wrinkles anymore but....i just wanted to get it done before i went to help take water to all the guards. "

[hiisheart]

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, it's hard to keep shit in with the 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 shit you experience. ❞

               “   You   let   your   mind   out   somewhere   down   the   road.   ” @hiisheart

[nursc]

technically, christine exists in the kelvin timeline. we get a few mentions of her. but... i don't like or agree with them, so i'm going to pretend we're starting from scratch here. i quickly explained in here that the way i write christine is a direct rejection of the way aos presented her.

in summary, christine is someone that people don't easily forget. that people don't want to forget. she is magnetic, full of live and so vibrant, she tends to leave a mark in people's lives. by being their friend, their confidante, the person who made them laugh when everything felt hard. she is everyone's friend, she is on their corner, no matter what.

usually, for this verse, she attends starfleet academy instead of going to college and living as a civilian. this can change depending on plotting, as i'm fond of the spin snw gave her and how it shapes her outlook in life, but i like the idea of her going to the academy with everyone else and it provides an interesting twist.

christine graduates from the academy one year ahead of kirk and bones, and is stationed for one year at the uss ferragut, and she is transferred to the enterprise shortly after the first movie ends.

she is present for all events during the other two movies, specific events which she was a part of will depend on plotting as i don't want to assume things. in general, she is usually found on sickbay or in one of the science labs. in a pinch, she makes a very good blue shirt.

actually, i lied, one thing i'm going to adopt from the movies: she is friends with carol marcus, because why not? they are besties in this universe. however, as they both have the same hairstyle, i've decided to play around with christine's hair a little bit in this verse.

first picture. her look during starfleet academy + during the time of the first movie. second picture. her look during into darkness, a good contrast to carol's style. third picture. her look during beyond and post canon. she'll eventually go back to her look during the second movie, which is the one she tends to favor later in life. a more detailed look about her hair in this verse can be found here.

some extra tidbits that i wanted to share:

christine also favors the white jumpsuit look in this universe;

roger kirby was a professor at the vulcan science academy. he and christine were together, but not engaged yet. he died when vulcan was destroyed;

she has her masters in genetics by the first movie. by the end of the third, she's got a DNP advanced practice and a PhD in the philosophy of nursing ( dual degree );

as she went to starfleet academy, and did a full cadet rotation, she eventually (in her mid-thirties) switches to the command-track.

[ilwonuu]

Hi! I loved your boyfriend Jeonghan post, like SO MUCH, and I was wondering if you could make one for Jun? Thanks in advance <3

YES YES. junhui my love<3 he is so pretty and his voice i literally cannot. ALSO THE PICTURES I CHOSE OUUU HE LOOKS SO GOOD. thank you for your request!!!<3 also i got a little carried away…

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♡ ྀ boyfriend!jun ♡ ྀ

suggestive 18+ (mommy mentioned once srry lmfaooo)

happy hoeing!!! ily all<3

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♥︎ boyfriend!jun who is always sweet to you. he will go out of his way to see you (walk extra, drive further, he will see you!!)

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who is lowkey clingy..you love it tho. he always is over at your house. keeping you company without being asked.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who loves to be involved in your life as much as he can. he tries to go to every family event you invite him to. winning over every family member you encounter.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who lets when you ask to do his makeup and hair. him quickly agreeing when you asked to do makeup on him for fun. “you’re so good at it. gonna make me look so good.” he pulls you into a kiss.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who loves to mark your neck. who always ask’s if your let him give you a couple marks. you couldn’t say no to jun. him leaving marks immediately turning into him pulling you to grind on him. as he leaves marks. “gonna cum from just this pretty? me too fuck just keep going.” he kisses back into your neck

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who will wait for you where you are work,school, etc. jun would be there to pick you up and drop you off always. him never forgetting how beautiful you look that day.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who loved to find new things you two liked in the bedroom. he wanted to try him being more sub/soft dom like in the bedroom. you were all for this. immediately wanting to try it.

♥︎ you were in your bed softly jerking your boyfriend’s dick as he whines for you. “please mommy l-let me fuck you i’ve been so good.” his cries being music to your ears. “cum one more time for me pretty boy. then i’ll give you whatever you want okay?” you ask him softly. he would just whine but nodding his head.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who loved to dom you just as much.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who would have you bent over the bathroom counter as her fucks you from behind. he watches you through the mirror. “taking it so good. my pretty slut so good for me.” he moans into your ears hearing you cry out for him.

♥︎ boyfriend!jun who always says to be safe with any task you announce to him. you always laugh him off. but you love how sweet it is.

[hiisheart]

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧��𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. his friend had always been a bit on the harder side to read , even when verbalizing his emotions in a 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 && 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁. just like this scenario. mike knew he had to exercise patience ; he'd always been a bit on the more 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 and hard-headed side of things , needing to know the meaning of something right away so he could get straight to work on decoding it if need be. but this was will ; this was not only a person he was working with , but someone who probably meant more to him than 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 he'd ever met. sure , lucas and dustin meant the world to him too ... but there was just something 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 about will. he was always so sweet , so kind , always presented himself as having such a 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 with mike. he was the one person he felt like he could rely the most on , over everyone else , and made him want to strive be a better person.

he had to wonder , for a brief moment , if these feelings of his own were 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 of will's for him. could it be possible that will's feelings , of all people , were being reciprocated ... ? hidden for probably a long time , but 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚃 during this intimate moment between the two of them ... ?

he was always told that feelings between two men or two women were nothing more than 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭. that if it got any further than that , then it was just a delusion , a perversion , something that needed to be fixed. but mike never really believed that. perhaps he internalized that messaging due to 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 about other boys he thought he'd feel during summer camp or years in late elementary and middle school , complicated feelings that may have been more than just the 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴 of puberty and sudden life transitions. he wanted to deny them , to fight to suppress them for as long as he possibly could. he didn't want to be 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 && 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙳 than he already was.

but with will by his side , it seemed as though he'd already lost that battle. 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

he briefly wondered if he'd regret this later , but 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚆 when in that moment , he knew there was only one thing to do to solidify his own feelings , and to truly show will how right he was all along. how much of an 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 he'd been having on mike for all these years. he tried to move slowly as to not freak will out , but the moment his fingers 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 , he couldn't stop himself from briskly leaning forward , closing the gap between them lips-first. he held on to the kiss for at least three seconds , a 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 he had overheard nancy discussing over the phone with her friends , before slowly peeling away. a dark blush was painted over freckled cheeks , shy brown eyes unable to meet hazel.

❝ ... s-sorry ... ❞ he mumbled out , biting his lip to stop 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 from flooding right out. ❝ i just , um ... felt 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 to ... do that ... ❞

Will didn't answer the first question. Maybe he would one day when he could get his thoughts in a true order. Maybe Mike would figure it out. He was smart. He was so smart it was scary sometimes, but scary in the good way.

He felt relief that Mike accepted him. He still had his best friend. Mike still wanted to be his best friend. He hadn't lost the most important person to him who wasn't his family. But all those thoughts came to a screeching halt.

I'll always love you.

Mike couldn't mean it. Not the way Will wanted him to mean it. Not the way Will dreamed he meant it. He meant it as a friend. And that was okay. Will still had his friend. Friends loved each other. He could love his friends, he loved Dustin and Lucas. But they weren't Mike. But even though Will knew all this, thought all this, he had to put Mike in that category. He had no option. There was no alternative. It would be weird if he didn't. And he had Mike as a friend, he had to maintain the status quo now. That's all he had to do. Just because what he said was out in the open, did not mean he couldn't be Mike's friend. He did it for years hiding his feelings. Nothing had to change.

Will closed his eyes when Mike dried his tears. It didn't stop them. This wasn't his heart breaking, it was Mike taking it and doing what he wanted with it. It wasn't in Will's hands anymore. And that was scary. But he knew that it was safe with Mike. It hurt because he didn't have it, but Mike would save it from being broken. It was just there, maybe neglected, but always a reminder that his friendship, was worth Will's heart even if it hurt Will to give it and not receive Mike's in return.

Will thought he had been ready, been prepared, but he wasn't. Heartbreak might have been easier, but it felt like Mike cradled his heart like he would Holly when she was a baby. He nurtured it, and Will had to watch knowing he would never know what it was like to hold someone's heart like that.

It had to be okay. That was the only option. He did it before, and he'd get used to it again.

"Thank you," he said in almost a whisper his voice just breathy as he held back sobs. "I'm glad," he paused and collected his thoughts. Because no matter what Will felt, and he had no idea how Mike was feeling, he had to reassure his friend.

They were still friends, a relieving thought. He still had his best friend.

"And, it goes both ways. You're safe with me."

[thir10th]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ welcome ࿐ྂ

Sometimes I write, sometimes I don’t. I always take requests but I can’t promise you I will write them all, you are welcome to try tho

This is a queer blog so if you’re homophobic go fuck yourself

I do write (very crappy) smut

Right now I’m only doing Emily Prentiss but that could change in the future

There are some kinks I won’t do tho. Nothing wrong with them at all, I just wouldn’t know how to do it and I don’t want to get it wrong or offend anyone

- Anything to do with piss/poop/vomit etc - I’m not the biggest fan of angst unless it’s /confort - Anything that has to do with rape/sa or anything related with mental health problems like self-harm / eds - Although I’m not the biggest fan, I would consider writing something related with pregnancy, but not too explicit. - Won’t do Emily with a penis, I’ll be using straps ofc - I can’t think of much else rn so in doubt just ask!

Masterlist °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

smut: ♥︎ fluff: ❀ suggestive: 🎵

One shots:

honor among thieves ❀ 🎵

52 pickup

ciao, bella! ♥︎

You’re too sweet for me ♥︎

jealousy ♥︎

will you? ♥︎

Drabbles:

some extra help 🎵 ❀

are you in? ❀ 🎵

dating Emily ♥︎

clingy ♥︎

clothes ❀ 🎵

sneak out ❀

Series:

The getaway:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[arminsumi]

hiii! It’s me again! (i’m becoming your fan fr)

so, I wanted to came up with the idea that during the raid on Liberio (s4) armin meets the violetevergarden!reader who is marleyan weapon who got badly injured, and and first sees armin as a treat when he wants to treat her wounds ^^ i would like to see that also with Eren but i think it will be too much work for you…

i will thank you in advance, hope you have nice holiday! take care of yourself ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Marley's Guardian

Armin x fem!Marleyan!reader

Overview; Armin feels compelled to help you after you emerge from a fight with Mikasa and Levi badly wounded.

Contents; canon!au, fluffy angst, fraternizing

Warnings; major S4 spoilers!! injuries, war/battle setting

Note; i rewatched a bit of this show and cried, i forgot how beautiful it is. thank you for your lovely request my angel 🥰 you take care too!

p.s. i'd loveee to write this for Eren too but maybe another time hehe

"Keep your eyes and ears alert for her." Levi's voice echoed in Armin's head.

"Mikasa and I will be responsible for slaying Marley's Guardian. The rest of you stay far away from her. I don't need anyone dying on me tonight."

As much as everyone was bitter to admit it, you were the strongest enemy on the other side of the sea.

In the Scouts you were referred to as Marley's Guardian; known to be the soldier that protected them from taking a finishing blow during the Battle of Shiganshina.

Now the invasion of Liberio was at hand.

You were perched on the rooftops, alert and ready for battle when a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the center stage where Willy Tybur was currently giving his impassioned speech.

You watched as his blood was squeezed out of him by Eren Jaeger. The roar didn't send chills down your spine, nor did its appearance frighten you. For you there was nothing to fear, except...

"Your mission is to keep Levi away from Zeke." your captain had instructed beforehand. "Avoid confrontation with two Ackermans."

Armin sat in a vacated apartment, watching out the window as you leaped from rooftop to rooftop and became smoothly airborne in the night sky.

Mikasa and Levi swarmed you, their hearts panging as loudly as yours.

Although you were Armin's enemy, he looked at you with amazement and awe in his big eyes. He was taken by you.

"So that's her..." he thought, watching your battle intently.

You moved swiftly and calculatedly, like a cat.

Armin's eyes struggled to follow you, they were darting around the night sky. Sometimes he lost you, and only found you again when he saw a flicker of ODM gear.

"Blood...?" he muttered under his breath when he saw you again.

You changed course desperately. It seemed like you were trying to escape the overwhelming fight.

You headed straight into the window of the vacated apartment building where Armin was hiding.

"Where is she going — !! "

He pulled out of sight just in time before you hurtled through the window with a violent smash.

The glass was pierced, shards flew everywhere. The sound of breakage and your body thudding on the wooden floor startled the atmosphere.

Armin flinched and reactively shielded himself with his arms as some glass shards struck his body. His cheek begun to bleed, a thin river of crimson ran down it.

He kept one shaky hand on his sword, ready to draw it. Knuckles white.

But his grip loosened when he saw you struggling to push yourself up with two hands.

It felt like a major moment when you and him looked at each other for the first time. For a second, Armin admired your beauty, albeit with a bit of bewilderment in his chest.

Your chest was violently heaving up and down. He could see you were pained by the impact of hurtling through a window, but injured by the fight with relentless Ackermans who now flew back hurriedly to Eren in the main battle.

You looked at him and he looked at you. Panting. Him less than you.

He lowered his gaze to your abdomen. "You're bleeding." he commented.

You didn't respond.

Armin cautiously approached where you limply laid.

"I just want to help you, I promise." the blond assured.

But as he approached you, you made a swipe at him and shuffled away like a cat. He very nearly got scratched.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he said earnestly.

His uniform was stained with blood, his blond hair bespattered with it too.

Armin drew closer. "You can trust me." he said.

He wondered why your eyes were still fearfully staring at him. Then he realized you were eyeing out his blades and gear.

"Will this help?" he dismantled his ODM gear and let it fall to the ground with a metallic thud. "I'm unarmed now."

The apprehensiveness in your face dulled out, but you still had a look of bewilderment as he came closer.

You felt puzzled.

He was a soldier, an enemy; a threat. So why did he show tenderness and humanity to you?

Slowly – for what felt like an infinity of a time – you let him draw closer to you.

He was cautious. Curious. Confused.

Cautious that you might try with your last bit of strength to kill him, but curious about if you would let your enemy treat your wounds. And confused, because he had no idea why he was betraying Levi's order's to stay away from Marley's Guardian.

"It's alright." he said comfortingly.

You remained still, your piercing eyes calculating his movements as he took off his military rucksack to retrieve medical supplies. It made him nervous to be your object of focus, even if you didn't seem hostile anymore.

When he showed gentleness in how he wrapped the bandages around you, you felt... well, you felt something, but you couldn't quite understand what it was or what it meant.

"Your name... what is it?" you asked him. You felt you just had to know his name, at the very least.

He looked up at you, his breath hitching. "Ah – ah, Armin." he said.

"Oh. The God of Destruction?" you remarked.

Armin felt awkward and awful. "I am the Colossal, yes." he admitted almost guiltily.

"That's very strange. You're the God of Destruction, but you're helping me. Why?" you asked blankly.

You seemed doll-like to him, he was absolutely intrigued.

"I... I don't know. I couldn't just leave you here to bleed out."

"But that's what you're supposed to do."

"I know, but I couldn't." he said, temporarily biting an end of the bandage.

Your blood got all over his hands and uniform but he didn't care.

"I don't understand." you furrowed your brows and began to tear up. It was all so confusing that it made you want to cry for some reason.

"Why are you treating me kindly?" you choked.

Armin forced himself to focus on wrapping your bandages or else he would have cried, too.

He breathed heavily as he listened to the battle outside continue.

"Why!"

He didn't answer you.

When he finished tending to your wounds and was sure that you could make it on your own, he disappeared after giving you a long, blue-eyed stare.