#HELLO OMG

[clubclassiccs]

SAKURA // 'crazy' jacket shooting

[meteorocky]

p_rocky instagram story 240117

[killmygoldenn]

FELLOW STAYWOL OMG

OH MY GOD HEYAAAAAA

[cherryjuicegf]

HELLO?????????????????

[this-doesnt-endd]

THE COUNTRY BAR IN TOWN HAS DOLLAR BEER AND JELLO SHOTS NIGHT????????

[say0ranarts]

02/02: a promise; bound to meet again.

[timethehobo]

Face hurts from smiling so much but I finally met Emmy in-game!

He’s exactly as I imagined him to be, omfg. 😭🫶

[mooneggtarts]

Someone ask for a Miku vs Greenzilla thing so I deliver✨

[zu-is-here]

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[yerimm]

AESPA Whiplash (2024)

[sugisyakult]

i haven’t watched criminal minds since season 12 but omg she’s so hot

[qifreyplushie]

(bad bunny voice) gege be careful..... the mosquitoes.....

[tinartss]

to love and be loved in return

[fandomaddict505]

Wait theres no fucking way its this early

It has to be later in the case right???

Oh my god no way

ITS THE FIRST FUCKING THING HE SAYS TO HIM!?!?!?!? WE DONT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME YET!!!!!!!!

[userfrieren]

In the language of flowers, the mirrored lotus means "eternal love".

[rvspecter]

OMG YES HARVEY COURTING DONNA

also this was so goddamn hot omg

55!!!

55. shoulder rubs (from this intimacy prompts list)

So, the thing is - they're okay.

They've settled into a routine that brings them back to blurred lines and late night drinks at the office, listening to Harvey's records and pretending that they aren't more than they are. Pretending that his choice of Donna over Paula wasn't him finally doing what she has already done so many times in prioritizing Harvey over her boyfriends.

She tells herself that they're okay, they're moving forward - this "moving forward" oddly feels like square one all over again, except Harvey is more aware of himself when he's around her, trying to touch her more, engage in real conversation beyond work, and genuinely considering her when making decisions.

He picks her up to go to work on most mornings, too. Sometimes he brings her breakfast, and sometimes lunch. Rachel, when she hears the daily Donna updates, has started to affirm that Harvey is courting her.

But that isn't a Harvey that she's familiar with, so she denies it.

"We agreed to be friends, Rachel. He's just making more of an effort. It's nice."

"Friends don't just casually mention an inside joke about their hookup from ten years ago."

"You never know," Donna says, sipping on her glass of wine and trying to think about anything else besides strawberries and whipped cream. "They could."

Because Donna isn't in the space to be getting her hopes up - not anymore. She's not going to start expecting something of Harvey that she's been waiting for for years, because at the end of the day, he's never given it to her. So she'll take what he's giving her right now - attention, flattery, charm - and she won't anticipate, or ask for, anything that would run the risk of scaring him off.

It's not hard, at first.

But God, does he make it harder.

Little touches get thrown into the mix of the acts of service he's already providing. As he's picking her up, opening the car door for her, a hand will brush her hair over her shoulder and land at the base of her neck, guiding her into the seat. When they run into each other in the file room, Harvey will squeeze past her in the aisle with his hand hooking right where her hip meets her waist.

Tonight, he's lounging on the couch in his office as Donna sits at his desk, typing away at her computer while he watches her under the pretense that he is reviewing case documents. His jacket and tie are discarded on the armrest, leaving him in his shirt with the cuffs rolled up his forearms and a couple of buttons undone at the top for extra comfort, and extra driving Donna crazy.

Most of the light from the room is from a singular lamp, and any other illumination is sourced from the skyscrapers outside. Squinting in the shadows, Donna rolls her neck back and forth; feeling the tight muscles stretch in desperation for greater relief.

"You okay?"

Just briefly, she looks up from his computer to meet his concerned eyes. "Hmm?"

"You've been hunched over the computer for hours. Your neck hurts, doesn't it?"

Well, yes, it does. But that isn't going to stop her. "It's fine, I just need a few more minutes."

There's a sound of rustling paper off in Harvey's direction, and before she knows it, the lamplight is shadowed in Harvey's frame as he approaches Donna on her left. Her attention is finally drawn away from the computer for more than just a few seconds: "Seriously, I'm almost done."

"You can keep working. I'm just going to try something."

His vagueness confuses her - she continues blinking up at him, waiting for more details, but he gestures back to her computer.

"Go on, finish up."

Against her better judgement, she decides to trust him, and turns back to her computer screen with her heart rate kicking faster and faster. There's a shakiness in her hands as she waits for Harvey to make his next move, because she has no idea what he's doing, and the thrill of the unknown both stirs her desire deep in her stomach and raises her anxiety for not being able to conceive of his next move.

She starts typing.

And then his fingers are ghosting over her neck, brushing her long tresses over her shoulder. The sensation of his fingertips catches her breath instantly - not quite a gasp, but the air is frozen in her chest and there is a bolt of desire shooting down her spine and into her stomach.

Once her hair is out of the way, the pads of his fingers are pushing into the base of her neck and rotating in circles, the pressure increasing with each loop and her muscles becoming lax under his hands. The words on the computer in front of her are soon blurry as her focus is completely stolen from the subject, instead rerouted to drink in the sensation of Harvey's hands against her skin.

She wants to ask: Harvey, what are you doing?

But as his thumbs knead a particularly tense spot just next to her shoulder, her eyes are fluttering shut an her mouth opens to moan instead of telling him to stop.

His hands shift to pulse at the same spot on her other shoulder, pushing deeper this time, and Donna feels the exact moment that she decides fuck it and disregards any hope of questioning his actions. Instead, her head lulls back into his stomach, and she relaxes into the massage like its routine for them.

Minutes pass where neither of them say a word. The massage slows, and Donna knows its about to come to an end, but she's afraid to open her eyes now that she's spent the last ten minutes sighing and moaning with each press into her neck that she felt all the way between her thighs. She wouldn't be surprised if she was pink in her cheeks, if her pupils were dilated with lust.

"Feel better?" Harvey asks, hands still on her shoulders. She tilts her head up against his shirt - her hair is getting a little messed up, glowing orange against his white shirt, but she's past the point of caring - and blinks up at his soft smile.

"Starting to," she whispers. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

They hold each other's gaze for too long before Donna finds the strength to lift her head from his abdomen and closes her computer, the screen of which had already gone black from inactivity. Harvey is still hovering behind her. "Well, I'm not going to get anything else done tonight. You wanna get a nightcap?"

When she finally stands with the computer in her arms, he's adorably surprised by her offer. She got him off his game.

"Uh, yeah. Absolutely. Where were you thinking?"

And she hopes it isn't too presumptuous when she replies: "My place?"

But if his smile is anything to go off of, then it was nowhere near presumptuous - rather, exactly what Harvey had been hoping for, too.