#had a thought and had to rant for a while

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:22 am]

(cw: f!reader, reader is tipsy, profanity)

You weren't sure if it was the lingering effects of cheap alcohol streaming through your system now or just actual envy. The party had died down an hour ago, you were tucked up in fratboy!Jaehyun's bed, his hoodie hanging over your frame, but for some reason your boyfriend wasn't beside you.

You could hear him. He'd left his bedroom door wide open, so while you couldn't see him from you position in his bed, you could hear him clearly.

"It doesn't look bad at all. Look at your legs, they look great," you heard Jaehyun compliment.

You rolled your eyes, mocking him under your breath. He'd been out of the room for close to 20 minutes just chatting it up with who? Well, none other than his best friend Johnny of course! They'd been standing around Johnny's room and complimenting each other since Jaehyun walked out to return Johnny's gym shorts.

You weren't even sure that Jaehyun had complimented you as many times as he had Johnny, even just tonight. "Bro, your arms look huge. How much have you been lifting?" "My arms, dude? Look at your thighs, looking good, my guy."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Geez, could they get any worse? It was as if they could hear your thoughts. "Bro, we should go to the gym together. I'll spot you," one of them told the other.

You huffed out a breath of annoyance, choosing instead to scroll on Instagram instead of listening to the bros compliment each other and kiss each other's asses.

In the hopes of distracting yourself, you pulled Instagram up on your phone. You clicked through stories, watching various clips and images from the party that had just ended. A video of Jungwoo doing a handstand and falling, a video of Mark breakdancing, oh and of course, the usual boomerang posted by your boyfriend of him and Johnny posted up with beers in their hand.

Your thumb tapped on Jaehyun's username and you scrolled from there. Scrolled past the very rare selfie, tapped through his gym highlight, his Nu Chi Theta highlight, scrolled past photodumps of party. Yet... it seemed like there was one constant, one person who was in almost every post and every story in the highlights. John Suh.

You glared at the screen, swiping with purpose through photo dumps and highlights. Two weeks ago Jaehyun posted his monthly photo dump. Slide one was a picture of all the frat guys, slide two was a picture of the breakfast the both of you shared, slide three was a picture of him and Johnny at the gym, and you? There wasn't a picture of your face until slide 8.

The monthly picture dump from the month before last was the same, the month before that, and the month before that too. Glimpses and peeks into the dates you guys had, moments you shared that he felt the need to document, but no pictures of you until almost the very end of the dump.

It's pretty clear to say that the lingering effects of the alcohol you consumed are making you petty and angry. Jaehyun probably could have chosen a better moment to enter his room, but how could he have known you were stewing in jealously over his best friend? He settles onto the bed beside you as you lock your phone. You can feel the anger bubbling in your stomach as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck.

"Oh, have I finally earned your attention?" You ask with a pout.

"What are you even saying right now, Sweetheart?" Jaehyun responds with his brows pinching together.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend time with your previous Johnny instead of me?"

A loud "huh?!" out loudly through the dark room.

"Well, you just complimented each other back and forth more than you've ever complimented me, you always post him in your dumps before you post me, and he basically has two of your highlights dedicated to him since you always go to the gym together and he's your brother! And you only posted him tonight and I looked fucking cute!" You exclaim, breathing heavily as your rant came to an end.

It's silent for a few moments as you assume Jaehyun tries to gather his thoughts and formulate a response. He clears his throat, "you're jealous of Johnny being on my Instagram more than you?"

You turn away from him, shrugging his arm off of you as you huff and cross your arms across your chest. "I don't know... it's just, I think I deserve some attention and posts considering I'm your girlfriend. I think that would be nice," you mumble so quietly that Jaehyun struggles to even hear you.

"I can post us right now, Sweetheart..." Jaehyun tried as he wrapped his arms around you once more and pulled you closer to his chest.

"I don't look cute anymore."

He kisses your cheek, "you look cute and beautiful and sexy and gorgeous all the time, Sweet Girl."

"More than Johnny?" You manage to ask through a yawn as your eyes start to drift shut.

He laughs, "of course, Sweetheart."

You shouldn't be surprised when you wake up in the morning to find that you've been tagged in a post with 20 slides of pictures and videos of you and Jaehyun, some of them you didn't even know he took, but there is still some element of surprise.

You didn't even notice that he's woken up, jumping slightly when you heard his voice, "is the post good enough?"

You shrug before playfully adding, "would have been nice to still have seen a picture of me last night."

"That's slide 19, Sweet Girl."

[ironrea]

you’ve been conditioned to not believe..

   … a rant

so i’ve been on vacation recently, specifically to the beach, and it got me thinking about a lot of things.. so as a child, i was always running to be in the water - like constantly-  and there was so much more wonder, hotels were bigger, places seemed nicer, i didn’t worry what people thought of me based on the swimsuit i was wearing, etc. i was just so happy to be there and there was no bad thought or anxiety that took that away from me, but today, i only got in the ocean once.. yes that’s it. little me would be horrified because she was constantly begging someone to swim with her and if they said no, she would stubbornly walk in the water by herself until she got yelled at because she was too little to be by herself. i genuinely laid down the entire time today and while there’s nothing wrong with that,  it made me realize how tired i am now and how all the adults when i was a kid also didn’t want to get up… to my younger self, it used to be such an adventure and such a big thing to me, and now, here i was, literally on a beach either sleeping or on my phone… things i could just be doing in my bed. and to me that was just so sad, you know? so anyway how does this relate to shifting, you ask? it made me think about how easy it is to believe things as a child but it becomes increasingly more difficult as we grow. because as we grow older, we soon grow out of imagination and say goodbye to a hundred percent optimism. we start to believe in the confines that are pushed on to us and submit to the conditions this awful reality has given us: wake up, school/work, eat, sleep, then die… and that’s why i think so many people find it hard to believe in shifting or the fact that they can shift. this reality’s ‘laws’ and (yes) the government have shaped our minds so much so to think that that’s all there is.. or at least tried to. as a shifter myself before i found it that was always my question “that’s it? that’s all i get to expierence? really?” but then i found shifting and i latched on, much like many of you did yourself. but so many people have given up or straight up opposed it because that’s “not the way we’re supposed to live!” but genuinely why would you listen to someone like that? so honestly brainwashed and empty? i mean i feel bad for these people sometimes because they will never experience anything like this. perhaps things could come close in this reality but… actually no. i don’t think anything comes close to shifting. we get to experience going into whatever shows and films we love most, we can meet characters people that we love, celebrities people we look up too, visit ANY period in time, become anything we’ve ever wanted to, go to places on our bucket list and even places that “only exists” in books and fairytales, and so much more. but so many fucking people won’t believe in it because we’ve literally been conditioned not to. i know i sound like a conspiracist and maybe that’s because im on the floor (again) with an awful sunburn, heat headache and had the urge out of nowhere to write this into my notes app but genuinely please just do NOT let other peoples limited beliefs affect you… i have more in my head but like idk,,, just can’t put them into words right now or i just straight up forget.. so thats it. for now.

[two-white-butterflies]

slowburn

Description: Harvey refuses to take a sick leave. You teach him the importance of staying home and resting while unraveling feelings towards each other that have been kept hidden for ten years.

Pairing: harvey specter/reader

There were a million adjectives that you could use to describe Harvey Specter. Dedicated was one of those adjectives. He is the type of person to put in more work than he was getting paid for - oftentimes, it gets him into trouble but the fucking genius always finds a way out.

You suppose that is half the reason why you hate his guts.

His actions never have any negative consequences. He just marches into the room with a self-absorbed smirk and wiggles out of trouble. Matter of fact, you are surprised to see that he hasn't been sued for any workplace-related incidents before. You can think of at least three charges off the top of your head.

"He stole another one of my clients. I've been buttering up Mr. Pritchett for three months now and he just swoops in and finds his missing dog!" Phoebe rants while pacing back and forth, her heels clicking against the marble floors in a manner that you pray does not leave marks. Phoebe was hired at about the same time as Mike. She's been working as your associate for about half a year now.

Phoebe was at the top of her class at Harvard. She marched to Pearson Hardman with a laminated copy of her recommendation letters, all the professors were singing praises about her, almost as if they kneeled on the ground which she walked upon. On paper, she is leagues better than Mike Ross - but in reality, it seems like Harvey's associate is too much like him. Thief, you thought to yourself.

"There will be other clients," you reminded.

"We need Pritchett's Closets!" Phoebe sighs.

"- and Blinds." You gave her a teasing smile.

You have been trying to build this marketable image to your clients, opting to stay on the side of paperwork when it comes to technical cases mostly concerning patents, copyright claims, and all those boring things that actually bring the most money. After that case with Montgomery Co. with the missing ballerina and the murdered grandmother - it had all been too much, leaning more towards the black than the usual grey that you were suited with.

Phoebe knew that Pritchett's Closet's (& Blinds) endorsement would mean cementing that newfound niche that you've burrowed into, but with Harvey grabbing into Mr. Pritchett's proverbial golden tits. He is making that very difficult for you.

"I don't get it, why do they always steal our clients? Louis always gets the second most interesting cases." Phoebe regains her composure, opting to sit on the chair in front of you - watching as you drafted through a thousand-paged contract about some thingamajink. Phoebe just couldn't understand why Harvey of all people was hellbent on stealing your clients.

He is renowned for the storm, not the calm rivers.

"Our cases bring in the most money," you answered. It is very difficult to remain composed in front of your associate, but Jessica emphasized the fact that you were here to teach Phoebe about law. Rule #1 - never show any emotions. The first to react is the first to lose. "I don't think that Harvey is that desperate for money," she says.

You glance up from your laptop, an eyebrow raised in intrigue.

The way that her lips are curled right now. She's thinking about something unorthodox (which is not the appropriate adjective to use but you cannot think of another word to describe her mischief).

"I don't have time for this," you groaned hearing her giggles.

"Do you ever think that maybe Harvey is doing this to get your attention?" She leans a little closer, her eyebrows wiggling insisting that a connection existed even though it wasn't there. "Why would he want my attention, huh?" You asked expecting no decent answer.

"- because you are the third most fuckable woman in this office." She says in a hushed whisper. If there was water inside of your mouth, you would have spit it out by now. "Who's the first and the second?" Your voice comes out louder than you anticipated.

"I mean this with absolute adoration, but Jessica and me, respectively." Phoebe shrugs and a laugh forces its way out of your lips, for someone who answered her interview with professionalism, Phoebe is not acting very professional right now. "Jokes aside. I understand why Harvey would want to want you." She points out.

"You seriously have to stop reading those books," you roll your eyes.

"Remember that time when you brought me to the company gala? You were wearing that random dress from an atelier in Paris. It wasn't even a revealing gown, cloistered nuns wear clothes more revealing than that gown you wore but Harvey was staring at you with hearts in his fricking eyes." Phoebe exaggerates with her grand hand gestures. You suppose that you didn't exactly pay mind to Harvey during that gala - he did try to speak to you before leaving, but at that point you were far too tired - you just got into a cab.

You didn't even stop walking to hear what he was saying.

Oh, don't let Phoebe's words get to you. You thought to yourself.

She's nothing but a fresh graduate student who (swears) that she has never had a boyfriend her entire life. What does she know of love?

You pried your attention away from your laptop, staring at Phoebe straight in the eyes - in a tone that you have used with witnesses. "Even if Harvey Specter likes me in the way that you're pointing out, it doesn't matter because I don't care." You lied.

"- and you should go back to work." You pointed at the door.

And she stands up with a huff.

"Close the door on your way out!"

"Whatever!"

Goddamn, Phoebe!

Her words echoed in your mind, memories of that gala keep repeating - it was three months ago for Christ's sake. You still remember every detail albeit a little blurry.

Harvey was trying to reach out to you, but at that point, you had already drunk too much whiskey, everything was happening in slow motion. It was raining, your car was nowhere to be found and Phoebe already called a cab to get you home - at that time, you didn't have the capacity or sanity to discuss a case with Harvey, so you just left.

You prayed that Harvey would just think that you didn't hear him. It would hurt his ego, yes, but he always deserves a little humbling.

But now your mind is just repeating that scenario.

What if he wanted to talk about something else?

What if he wanted to be friends? More than friends?

"What the fuck am I talking about?" You mumbled to yourself while fishing for the car keys inside of your purse. It was already twelve midnight. You were probably the last person inside the damn building. A yawn escapes your mouth as you walked through the dark corridors of Pearson Hardman, but to your surprise the lights to Harvey's office are open and his door was slightly ajar. 

Phoebe's words come crashing towards you again. There is only one way to know, and that is to ask. Well, not ask but most certainly try to feel around, you argued with yourself.

Your feet taking you towards the direction of his office.

"Harvey, are you still there?" You knocked on his door.

"What is it?" He inquires while blowing his nose.

You paused for a second. Your eyes trailed back and forth between Harvey and the tissue in his hand presumably filled with snot. You have been working together for ten years and this is the first time that you've seen him sick. "I was about to leave but I saw that you were still here, so I'm just giving a heads up." You informed.

He sneezes once more, and you tilt your body towards the side - dodging the pathogens. "Are you sure that you're capable of going home?" You inquired with concern. He probably has a driver...

"Why wouldn't I be?" He shakes his head, his tone a little kinder.

"You look like you're about to die." You answered bluntly.

His eyes were puffy and his nose was red. On top of that, he was pale as a ghost - haunting you with his whiteness.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" He chided.

You began to march in his direction, placing a hand on his forehead. The sudden proximity a little intimidating but still somewhat normal.

"You're going down with a fever," you said with certainty.

Your eyes trail towards his features, watching as his lips press into a thin line and his eyebrows merge together in frustration. It must feel horrible being sick during Q3 (which was the most important quarter in Pearson Hardman as all of your clients seem to get sued this season of the year). "You should take the day off tomorrow," you advised, almost surprised to hear these words escape your tongue.

You haven't had a decent conversation with Harvey for years. Well, you haven't spoken to him at all beyond business.

"As far as I'm concerned you're not Jessica and you can't tell me what to do." He shoves your advice down the drain, opting to return to the piles of paperwork sitting on his desk.

Oh yeah, stubborn is also a word you would use to describe him. Once he has his mind focused on something, it takes unstoppable force to pry him away. Heck, Phoebe calls him an immovable object referencing a reel that Donna sent to her. God, reels are awful.

"Suit yourself," you shrugged while turning around to leave.

"Goodbye," his voice is surprisingly soft.

No, this is just my mind playing tricks on me!

"Bye," you forced yourself to reply before shutting the glass doors behind you. Hopefully, he'll be better tomorrow - or else Jesicca will begin to realize that you aren't doing that much in the office.

You chuckle at the thought.

It was a stressful Friday in Pearson Hardman.

All Fridays are stressful in Pearson Hardman.

It was the last week of the month which meant that the accountant was going to come and audit the entire firm. Of course, the firm wasn't doing anything illegal per se but the accountant's presence did rattle Louis who would otherwise not be bothering you. "You didn't tell me that the check bounced," Louis barges into your office.

Jesus, you should really hire a secretary.

"I told you that we received an NSF Check but the client came and paid their dues in cash." You groaned. He isn't even the company accountant and he's going crazy over these small details. "You should have listed that down with the bookkeeper." Louis reminds.

"I did, that was two weeks ago!" You argued.

"Wait, two weeks ago?" Louis halts in his tracks.

"Yeah, and they sent me an email to confirm." You confirmed.

"I'm talking about the Fulgencio case," Louis repeats himself.

Oh right, that case that you made in collaboration with Harvey. It was about the inheritance of his illegitimate child yada yada. "Harvey was the one who handled the payments." You informed. Those checks should have been cashed in yesterday.

Normally you'd be the one dealing with the financial aspects of the case, but given the fact that Harvey was paired up with you - you threw those responsibilities to him. "Which means that you have to talk to him or I'm making Jessica write up a memo," Louis says.

"Why do I have to talk to him? You're the one dealing with the financial things." You complained. Seriously, Louis? Right when I'm about to start writing another contract with fucking Microsoft?

"You're the one who's supposed to co-sign the checks. You carry half of the blame." Louis reminds, and for someone who is Junior Partner - he sure as hell drives a good argument.

"Yeah, sure. I'll get it done Louis." You reassured.

Two things were for sure. You needed to talk to your co-workers with more decorum and that Harvey is seriously in trouble for not cashing those checks in. A groan escapes your mouth, already imagining all the paperwork that you were about to do - on top of that Mr. Fulgencio was probably sipping margaritas in Brazil, unreachable.

yourname@pearsonhardman.nyc Did you forget to cash in Mr. Fulgencio's checks? 11:29 pm

yourname@pearsonhardman.nyc We have to cash those in because we already recorded them in our books. Please reply with an electronic receipt ASAP. 12:00 pm

yourname@pearsonhardman.nyc Good afternoon, just messaging to check in with Mr. Fulgencio's checks. Cash them in ASAP before the weekend. 12:11 pm

"Harvey," you knocked on your co-worker's door.

After dealing with three back-to-back meetings, you expected at least a reply from Harvey, but he hasn't even seened your messages. "Come in," he replied hoarsely. For some miraculous reason, Donna was nowhere to be found in her desk.

It was a little uncharacteristic, concerning even...

"I sent you messages about the checks," you waltzed inside of his office. Momentarily taken aback by the sight of him. He looked bad yesterday and he looks horrible now. He looks like he hasn't slept the entire night - he was basically sleeping on his desk. It's a miracle that an associate has not stumbled upon the sight of him. Well, then again they probably already have. "I'll check it," he mumbled.

"Harvey," you said in a voice that was a little firmer.

You're not a sweet person. You're not the type of person who speaks in a concerned tone, catering to each and every problem that your co-workers face, but Harvey's was a different case. Ten years ago, he marched back into this office as an associate with his own legal secretary and he set the court ablaze. You were going to lie if you said that you didn't feel a tinge of attraction towards him - it was there, flickering like an almost dying star.

Nope, actually, not a dying star because that would mean that the attraction would have blossomed into something else and then died. More like a seed planted on loamy soil - and then someone trampled on the saplings before they grew into fully-formed trees.

Harvey was an almost, an almost turned rival but now he's a maybe?

Again, what the hell are you talking about.

Putting it in simpler terms, you simply cared about Harvey.

"Harvey," you repeated his name again, the realization beginning to settle. You're not the type of person who cares easily, so why do you care about Harvey so much? A real workplace rival would have rejoiced at the sight of him being this sick during the most important day of the most important quarter. But you weren't.

"I'll fix it, whatever it is." He says with certainty, his attention straying.

"You know that resting is not a bad thing, right?" You asked rhetorically. "I'm alright, I'm not sick," Harvey argued while fighting through the sneezes that threatened to make their way.

"Yes, you are," you replied bluntly.

"I have to work, I need to get these papers finished." Harvey rambled.

"It isn't selfish to put yourself first," you told him, taking another step closer until you were standing in front of him, leaning over his desk. "- and let's face it you're not getting any work done. You're only putting the people of this workplace in danger of infection," you persuaded, using words that you knew he'd be persuaded with. He stares at you.

Harvey wouldn't hurt a fly.

He wouldn't even dream of putting anyone's life in danger.

Harvey is a good person. (Bam, another adjective!)

He keeps staring at you, the sunlight casting a glow on his blue irises, and for a moment, you contemplate risking it all... He looks so handsome, basked in the warmth of the sunlight, that you forget everything that happened before. There are only thoughts of him. Harvey's golden curls were kissed by the gods of the sun and his aquamarine eyes proved to be beautiful in contrast to his lips...

His lips that you once dreamed of pressing kisses upon (in the caprice of your youth). Harvey looks like he's thinking of you too, but that thought is snapped away from your mind when he reaches for the telephone on his right, pressing a number that would connect to the phone on Donna's desk. "Yes, Harvey?" You hear Donna's voice from the other side of the call. "I'm going home," he informs.

A smile paints your lips.

How easy he was to persuade.

"Hi, Ray, please take Harvey home." You helped a very sick Harvey into the backseat of his car.

"Of course miss...?"

"(Your Name), oh here's my number - just call me if you need anything." You reached for your pocket, handing him a call card.

"Goodbye, safe driving." You waved.

It was already early morning when Ray Benghazi called your phone. "Hello, who is this?" Your voice was hoarse and your throat felt dry. Your eyebrows merged together in confusion, this was your personal phone number and not a lot of people knew about it.

"Atty. (Your Name) this is Ray Benghazi. I'm Harvey's driver, and I just called because Mr. Specter hasn't replied to my texts. He's supposed to attend a conference in the Hamptons, but his car needed some repairs, so I'm tied up in the mechanics. I was wondering if you could check up on him? I'm sorry, I just don't know the phone numbers of Harvey's other friends." Ray rambled off.

From his tone, you could make out his embarrassment and concern.

"Oh sure, just send me his address." You agreed.

"Thank you so much, I will text it to you, ma'am." He responded.

Harvey Specter, the things I do for you.

The sun was already beginning to shine when you reached Harvey's apartment. This will be your first time seeing him beyond work and work-related events and the circumstances were strangely domestic. Harvey is not the type of person who befriended people outside of work - and yet, here you were. You stopped at the threshold, your hands dancing against the metal button of his doorbell.

Is this a good time? You found yourself asking.

Ding dong! The doorbell echoed from inside his apartment.

Maybe he's still sleeping - or maybe he has company. He's probably fine, I shouldn't have come here. But, he could also not be fine and that would be a bigger problem -

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Harvey's eyebrows merged together. He was wearing a blue Eagles T-shirt paired with red sweatpants. It was seldom that he wore anything other than his silk-pressed suits. "Ray called me and told me to check up on you," you informed while raising your phone to show him the shadow of a text message.

He presses a hand to his face, chuckling. "Sorry, I wasn't able to reply to his messages but I decided to not attend the event. No need to worry," he whispers the last sentence. "I'm not accusing you of worrying about me," he is quick to correct and his phrase makes you laugh. Oh, you wouldn't be here if you weren't worried about him. You wouldn't have even woken up to Ray Benghazi's phone call at 4am if you weren't a bit worried about Harvey Specter.

"Why would I worry about you?" You tease and his face falls slightly.

"Do you want to come inside?" He offers. "- I was sick, so don't come in unless you have a fear of microbes." He opens the door slightly, prompting you to follow after him. "I don't care about that. I only mentioned the infection thingie because I know you'd care," you say.

"Good, I've never seen you wear a mask before." He says sarcastically.

"Please, I've never been sick before." You scoffed while sitting on the stool beside his breakfast nook. "Yep, the sniffling you were doing in January was just allergy season." He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't think that you were the one to keep score, Specter." You bantered while watching him make coffee. Your eyebrows merged together - you don't really drink coffee. You were more of a matcha person (ever since your aunt who had a vacation in Japan came back with matcha, you were hooked). "I don't keep score?" he scoffs.

He places a purple mug in front of you.

"I don't drink coffee," you gave him a polite smile.

"It's hojicha. It's not matcha but..." he shrugs and you freeze. How the fuck does he know about my hyperfixation on matcha? "Jessica brought those back when she came from Japan, but I'm not much of a tea connoisseur." He continues speaking.

"You don't look like the type," you mumbled while taking a sip of tea. "Your ancestors did throw tea on some river, or was it the ocean?" You pretended to be clueless about American history and he replies with an amused chuckle. "Whatever you say," he takes a sip of his coffee. His eyes on the city skyline in front of him.

"I hope that I don't owe you one - for checking up on me." He stops to look at you, his eyes trailing back and forth between your eyes and your lips. He met you ten years ago inside a cramped office in Pearson Hardman, clawing your way to the position that you have now - and he always admired you. Always found you beautiful, educated and interesting but way out of his league.

"Please, you owe me for another thing." You smiled.

You know almost everything about every topic in the world. You're able to connect with Jessica and her love for watching tennis. You're able to connect with Donna and her love for fashion - almost everyone is absolutely engrossed in you, including him.

"Other thing?" He tilts his head.

He doesn't even purposefully do it, but he overhears your conversations with other people, and suddenly, he remembers all your likes and dislikes. Sometimes, he uses that information to tease you - but oftentimes it just sits in his head, stagnant, waiting to be used. He doesn't even know what to call your relationship - more than co-workers but less than friends? More than friends but less than lovers? He knows that he cares though.

"The checks. You forgot to cash the checks in." You lightly remind him of the checks with Mr. Fulgencio. "Oh, shit." He winces.

"How will I ever make it up to you? Patron saint of checks?" He teases. "Hmm," you pressed a finger to your lips.

"- I don't want to cash in that check yet." You winked.

Just as you said that word, it began to rain.

"Oh shit," you cursed, watching the strong blip blop of the raindrops. "Did you walk here?" Harvey asks.

You answer with a nod, mentally cursing yourself.

"I'll take an Uber home, it was nice hanging out with you." You smiled. Goodness sake, who says hanging out? You cursed yourself again.

"No, you should stay," Harvey insists adamantly. "It would be rude to send you home; it's raining cats and dogs outside." He points at his open window. It is pouring heavily, and you are wearing sandals. That sensation, along with the dirty stress of NYC, must be awful.

He forces a thin-lipped smile on his face.

"Just for a little while," he argued.

"Fine," you relented.

The both of you tiptoed in the direction of his home theater. It wasn't a grand home theater per se, but there were about eight couches all sitting in front of a big screen. The room was dark, only illuminated by downcast lights - and the room was cold, like you were inside of a freezer. "I didn't know you were this rich," you teased.

"We have the same salary," he rolled his eyes, both of you sitting down on the couch farthest from the screen. "But not the same bonuses," you argued. "Yes, you get more." He banters, earning a giggle from you. "I do not," you shook your head.

"Louis told me," he reaches for the remote, handing it to you.

"I'm gonna sue him," you mumbled.

"Choose a movie," he says while leaning down on the couch. "If you have a home movie theater that must mean you're real picky in the movies that you watch." You made an observation.

Heck, this streaming platform was the one worth $10k. Does Harvey know anything about fiscal responsibility? "Choose one and see if I'll judge you," he breathes, pulling a blanket over his body - the blanket which he must've accidentally also pulled over your lap.

"I feel pressured," you say.

"Princess Bride?" you asked while hovering over the button.

"Sure," he agrees while opening a pack of chips, offering them to you.

You Hey, thank you so much for today!!

Harvey Specter (cell) I thought I was supposed to say that Thanks for staying in and watching movies with me Seen. 12:22 pm.

Harvey Specter (cell) I was thinking that maybe we should have dinner sometimes? Seen. 11:11 pm.

You And when exactly is *sometimes*?

Harvey Specter (cell) Tomorrow, 5pm. Carrizima's? I'll pick you up. Seen. 11:12pm.

You Sure, I'll give Ray my address.

There were many benefits to having a stable job, one of them included luxury shopping - and boy, did you do that a lot, to the point that your sales associate had you on speed dial for limited edition items. "You're going on a fucking date? We cheered!" Phoebe chided.

"I guess it is kinda a date." You agreed.

You didn't even want to sugarcoat Harvey's invitation, the both of you are grown humans and it would be uncharacteristic to tiptoe like teenagers. But, that didn't mean that you were going to drape yourself all over him, it was just a date - meaning, the both of you want to test the waters. If there's some sort of compatibility.

"I guess that means my shipping days with Harvey Specter are over," Phoebe sighed. Yes, you learned that the word 'shipping' meant creating a romantic pairing of two people in slang. Phoebe says that she has been shipping you with Harvey for quite some time now. When she finds out that you are going on a date with Harvey, she is going to freak out - but, you don't have to tell her.

Phoebe and Donna know everything about everyone. What's the problem with withholding this information from her? It'll be funny and she'll find out about the date soon enough. "Tell me about the guy that you're going on a date with. Is he handsome?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, and he's not like those boys on social media that you like. He has a real job," you teased your associate. "What job?" She continued prying as your sales associate, Georgina, placed a stack of dresses on the clothes rack. "He's a lawyer," you confirmed.

Hoping that Phoebe would be able to piece the two things together.

"Damn, he's handsome and a lawyer. Harvey will be so jealous." Phoebe giggled. "You should wear this dress," she pointed at the white dress that reached past your knees. "- you should be very demure in your attack." She advises.

"Spoken from the mouth of a girl who has never had a boyfriend," you rolled your eyes while stepping inside of the dressing room. Thank you, Georgina for getting me a private room, you say.

"I have read a lot of books!" Phoebe defended herself.

The restaurant that Harvey chose was spectacular. It had the perfect aesthetic of Venice, curated with each decoration in beautiful taste, it felt real and authentic, not like the restaurants in Times Square which were obvious tourist traps.

You wearing a white floral Erdem shirt dress with cute Bresson lace sleeves, merging in with the restaurant's aesthetics. On your right, two young French couples were looking longingly into each other's eyes, and on your left, there was an older couple - doing the exact same thing. Your gaze returns to Harvey.

Where does that leave you and Harvey in this visual metaphor?

"I've never been here before," your eyes trailed against the restaurant's beautiful interior. "- ten years living in New York and not once..." you chuckled, wondering how this beautiful restaurant was able to eclipse your radar. "It's a hidden gem," He replies.

The first time that Harvey visited this place was with Jessica, where she begged him to return back to the firm. After that entire scandal in the D.A.'s office with Cameron Dennis, he hasn't really had the opportunity to revisit this restaurant - the restaurant that marked new beginnings for him. "I'm sorry about forgetting to take care of the checks. I already sent an email to Fulgencio's assistant, and don't worry I already talked to the accountant." He explained.

"Everybody makes mistakes, and you were sick, which meant that you weren't exactly yourself." You comforted, taking his apology.

The waiter places both of your dishes on the table, and you mumble a quick thanks. There was a moment of silence between you, only broken by the sound of jazz music playing in the background.

"I like your dress," he compliments shyly - reminding you of young love. A type of love that you missed out on in your youth due to the pursuit of greatness. The sound of him is refreshing. "Your tie doesn't look so bad," you teased while taking a sip of your merlot.

He places a hand on his tie.

"This is a special tie," his eyebrows merged together in mockery.

"I've never seen you wear that tie before," you scoffed.

"I've never had a special day," he defends himself while twirling the strands of pasta around his fork, taking a bite of bolognese. "- and why would today be a special day?" You raised an eyebrow.

Harvey freezes, but just for a split second.

He has thought about this scenario almost a hundred times. When he's washing his hair in the shower, he can't help but imagine what it would feel like to make this real, to confess feelings of attraction that he has kept buried for the past decade, masking it up with banter and stealing each other's clients. But now sitting in front of you, sandwiched between a young and an old couple - he cannot help but feel taken aback. What if you end up being like his mother? What if he loves you so much, he ends up like his father?

"- because we're having dinner together." He replies automatically.

You are not going to be like his mother. He's spent ten years in an office with you, kept his feelings hidden, settled with banter because he is terrified. Harvey Specter is terrified of confessing his feelings and losing one of the only friends that he has. He's terrified of you feeling the same way and watching you unfold under the weight of his anxiety, and he doesn't know if those fears hold no merit now.

He's scared, overthinking a simple sentence - overthinking this dinner, and on the outside - overthinking is not Harvey Specter's brand. He's confident, smug, aloof, but he is not. He's tired of being called smart, he's just scared. He's scared that without his law degree, without his work in Pearson Hardman, he's just a nobody with divorced parents who'll probably never experience real love.

"Harvey, are you alright?" Your voice suddenly sounded airy.

He takes a deep breath, feeling his chest constrict for a second. He continues staring at your face, allowing the light to lead him to peace. "Yes," he answers with a smile on his face.

He takes another deep breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

His heart is thumping furiously, he cannot think straight, but he knows exactly what he is supposed to do. "I'll be straightforward," he cleared his throat. "Yes?" You raised an eyebrow, the world continued happening beside you - but your attention was only focused on him.

The sound of the jazz band playing, the taste of the wine on your tongue, the casual conversation happening behind you - it all got drowned out because Harvey was the only thing worthy of your attention right now. "The thought of you makes me smile. I wake up everyday anticipating your morning remarks, because I find you funny and beautiful and interesting. I like you." Harvey confessed, he sat tall and confident, not for once second doubting himself.

There was another round of silence between you.

His face changes slightly, merging into confusion when you began laughing.

Laughing hard and uncontrollably.

"Is this funny to you?" He returns back to his cocky self.

"No, no, I find it - hilarious." You wiped away tears of joy.

"I planned this entire thing with a helicopter, and I was about to tell you that I liked you too." You professed a shocked smile paints his lips. "Damn," he leans on his chair.

Damn indeed.

GIRL'S GROUPCHAT

Phoebe Ya'll will never guess who (Your Name) is dating.

Donna who?

Phoebe Ya'll will never guess

Rachel You dunno, do you?

Phoebe Uhh no but I know he works in Pearson Hardman She sent me a picture and I swear he was holding a folder A YELLOW FOLDER WITH OUR FIRM'S LOGO

Donna seems like this is a mystery we're supposed to solve

Rachel It's intriguing ...

[starshideurfics]

plot bunny: omegaverse, steddie, escaping the jilted lover trope

Omega Steve who thinks he finally has it all figured out. He’s still a trust fund baby, a little flighty and used to getting what he wants, which includes successful, passionate, journalist alpha Nancy.

At least until Nancy is sent out of town, she’s covering a career-making story. While she’s away, she hires her own photographer, needs someone with a vision to match her own.

When she calls to tell Steve it’s over, that she’s moving out of their shared apartment and only wishes him the best, Steve spirals. Nancy had called while he was on his morning run, and he has a complete breakdown in Millennium Park, right in front of the bean.

They were together for three years! He thought she was planning to propose soon!

Alpha Eddie is busking nearby, witnesses the whole thing and asks if there’s anything he can do to help. Completely embarrassed, Steve tries to wave him away.

But Eddie is more than a little worried this pretty omega will do something rash. “Can I at least get you a consolation ice cream? Biggest size, as many toppings as you want. Sounds like you deserve it.”

“I really fucking do,” Steve responds, still crying angry tears.

Steve orders a hot-fudge-cherry-cheesecake monstrosity and insists that Eddie share it with him when he notices how the alpha is staring, biting his lower lip. “You really know how to beg with your eyes, you know that?”

“I was broke growing up,” Eddie answers with a shrug.

“You look pretty broke now. I can pay for my own breakup ice cream.”

“You’re fine, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and scoops out a huge cheesecake chunk. “So, do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, mouth full.

Steve takes that as permission to tell the whole story, full of embellishment, ranting at the end before breaking down in more tears. “Why doesn’t anyone stick around? I give and I give and it’s never enough!”

“I think you’re enough, Steve,” Eddie whispers. “You just haven’t been with someone who has enough to give to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, you let me eat *a lot* of your breakup ice cream. I think you need someone whose heart is a big and open as yours.”

Steve leans his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s hand finds its way onto Steve’s knee. They talk for a long time. So long that it gets dark. Steve asks Eddie if he’d like to eat something more substantial. It ends up being the best first date Steve ever has.

The last first date, too.

[deadmegumi]

Read sotr while shaking my head the whole time to show I disagree with nostalgia bait and adults reading middle grade novels ok heres my thoughts

1. Actually made me like haymitch less because the concept of him being genuinely just kind of a caustic asshole as a teenager the way he's presented in the tapes in catching fire is wayyy more compelling than his aw shucks I just wanna protect my girl and my baby brother routine in this book. Who cares

2. Did not gaf about his brother or mom or girlfriend dying whatsoever. Thinly sketched boring etc. Cant even remember the girlfriend's name she'll never be lucy gray

3. The first time a victors survival has actually exceeded my ability to suspend disbelief. Not even in the sense that haymitch shouldve been killed by the gamemakers pretty early on (he shouldve but wtv) but thg establishes that katniss is great at long range but once she gets in a melee fight clove overpowers her pretty quickly and this is believable. And then here haymitch is jumped by three careers and manages to easily take out two of them. Sorry I dont think chopping wood with an axe translates to be able to fight a trained enemy with one! Had a hard time with this.

4. Everything with the arena plot sucked so bad and all the cameos were corny as well

5. Really did enjoy the pres snow coke rant about his ex and his interactions with haymitch where hes projecting himself and lucy gray onto him. Love that this and tbosas have made it so you can go back and read the og trilogy and go ah yes snow is acting like this about katniss because he is psychosexually fixated on seam teenagers that bear a passing resemblance to his dead high school girlfriend. Yet another movies L that katniss haymitch gale lucy gray etc dont look like each other

A deeply pointless novel but it takes like three hours to read and I cried when haymitch talks about katniss in the epilogue so wtf do i know

[dinerdweller]

hey there! i really loved your patrick zweig headcanons! could i request a patrick zweig x reader where he falls really hard for her (and it’s not even only because she’s hot) but also because she has a sharp tongue and they share some pretty good banter?? would love to get some jealousy / possessiveness from him too!!! thank you sm ♡

When I get that crazy feelin', I know I'm in trouble again Patrick Zweig x reader

Notes: Thank u so much for the req!! been so long since I've written a proper fic so I hope the direction this took isn't atrocious <33

Wc: 875 Cw: no use of y/n, not proof read

Patricks head wasn't in the game. His hands couldn't coordinate the racket, his legs both had left feet attached to them and his mind couldn't even manage a single thought of tennis when she was on his mind.

Sure, he often thought about girls. Never one in particular but shiny legs and soft lips as he pranced about on the court was routine. This, however, was different. It was her legs and her lips, not only that but her smirk when teasing him and how relaxed she was when she was so close to him they might as well be onto of one another. He certainly wasn't relaxed when they were like that. Meeting a mere 4 months ago and growing so close was uneasy for him, his usual demeanour switched when he was with her, he didn't like that.

No, he loved it, when it was just them of course. Around others is when he hated it, feeling so open, so naked, he hated feeling like that. He hid it best he could, maintaining his usual cocky remarks and smug looks. But right now, here on the court, he was totally out of control.

Patrick invited her to all his games, practically begging her each time. But his invitations never included a plus one, yet there he was. Some guy she met through some friends was sat, looking bored out of his mind while she sat there, so effortlessly perfect. He was barely talking to her in-between sets.

'His loss,' Patrick thought. His loss for not being able to appreciate her soft voice or her sweet laugh. His loss for not being able to hear her rant or tell stories. His loss for not being able to cherish her.

But, in the end, it was Patrick who lost. He wasn't with her at night or in the morning. He only had her for a few hours at a time, sometimes not even out of a group. No wonder he wasn't doing his best, he had no hope in this game.

Her smile was the first thing to great him when he stepped out into the warm breeze. He could barely look her in the eyes after his lousy performance, but Patrick could look at the man standing behind you, that same bored look remaining on his face.

The two shared some curt greetings and left an uneasy tension in the air. This tension remained through a meal at the local cafe and through the drive to Patricks hotel, where they walked in without her date. His miserable tone gave an excuse to notion them for a beer and movie. Patrick couldn't be more grateful.

"Y'know," Patrick began after opening the door and kicking off his shoes, "he didn't see too... thrilled being there."

"Hm?" She replied, flopping down on the double bed, laughing when it creaked.

"Your little friend didn't seem fussed 'bout being there with you today."

"My little friend huh? That's what you think of him then. Oh and he wasn't, not impressed with that handsome face." She coos jokingly, pinching his cheek when he joined her on the bed.

"Maybe he should get a grip then, I mean its only polite to fake a fucking smile when out in public. Did he even speak a damn word to you during the game?" His words came out harsher than intended, an intense anger in his tone.

"God calm down, as if you're the prime example of politeness. I don't care if someone talks to me or not when I came to watch some tennis, which I barely got with your shit playing." Her words cut just as sharp as his. No matter what, they always seemed to match each others energy, they always seemed to take what the other was putting out.

"Well maybe get some respect for yourself or somethin'. You surely can't think how he acted was okay." Patrick scoffed. Was he really bothered or just jealous that it wasn't him next to her all day? No, definitely the first one, or that's just what he told himself.

She just looks at him, anger at the forefront of her eyes, but underneath Patrick could see hurt. Hurt that was desperate to be hidden.

"Maybe you should get a life of your own so you aren't so hung up on mine." Her body was tense, clearly hurting more at her own words. They jokingly made fun of each other all the time, but rarely spat like this.

"Well aren't you so full of yourself? This isn't about you-"

"No, it's about you. Everything is about you. I mean where did this come from? Are you getting a kick from this?" She interrupted, leaving Patrick speechless.

"Are you jealous? Is that what this is huh? I mean it wouldn't be shocking with how bad you played after seeing me with him." Cockiness controlled her tone, the corners of her lips turned up.

This pissed him off even more. "Of course not. I mean.. oh man you're just being a bitch for the sake of it." If she pushed anymore, a wild confession would've been tumbling from his lips, an uncontrollable string of mush. He prayed she didn't.

"Yeah," she chuckles, "I am."

[nerdyneko265]

In honour of the last dungeon meshi Thursday (I know it’s Wednesday, shut up)

Minecraft cooking!

Where I go through the mob bestiary and treat it like a cook book.

Chicken, cow, pig, goat, rabbit, horse, wolf, sheep, cat, cod, salmon, tropical fish, llama- you know what these are, you don’t need me to explain. Both Laios and I are bored, moving on.

Villagers, pillagers, piglins- don’t eat people. I know piglins are half pig but listen. DONT EAT PEOPLE! You know the orcs? This is the same thing.

All zombies ever- technically edible. We’ve all eaten rotten flesh. Senshi would not be proud of us, it’s not very nutritious. Also, cannibalism.

Skeletons- I guess you could make a soup stock. But they’re better for fertilizer.

Vex and allays- ghosts. I don’t think we can make sorbet here either. I don’t think they work like that.

Bats- very small, not much meat. Hard to find and catch. But if you’re in a cave and in a pinch or just curious, sure why not

Puffer fish- cook very carefully. Probably just better for potions. But you can eat puffer fish, your chef just needs to be trained in how to cook it.

Mooshroom- now we’re talking. Beef, but with mushrooms. Comes with mushroom soup too. Usually raised for soup rather than meat, but still a good source of meat that’s pre seasoned.

Squid- mmmmm calamari… Laios enemy… also good for squid ink. I hear it goes well with pasta.

Cave Spider- venomous, could technically remove the poison like with puffer fish and boil the spider but I dont know. Small but have spawners, so you’ve have a steady supply

Spider- not venomous, and bigger. So I guess you could. Probably taste like giant scorpion since they’re both arachnids.

*dont eat spider eyes, they’re poisonous

Endermen- for personal reasons, I will not be eating endermen. They don’t even want to fight unless you antagonize them. More importantly, don’t eat endermen, it’ll probably fuck you up. They’re built for the end and full of chorus fruit. They’re also so skinny, not much to eat there. Ender pearls have a chance of giving you a parasite. And will probably teleport your stomach out of your body. You could try but it’s probably like jerky and you’ll see god.

Incidentally, I think chorus fruit tastes like vanilla

Polar bear- probably very tough meat. Very gamey. Beware though, they eat people too

Iron golem- that’s a robot. Don’t eat metal. DONT EAT REDSTONE! ITS RADIO ACTIVE.

Snow golem- probably makes good ice cream. Don’t eat it. Let it make ice cream. It’s just snow after all. It would just taste like water.

Blaze- it’s more of a spirit than an animal. Good for potion making, probably not tasty. A central core surrounded by rods, maybe that core has some meat on it, probably tastes a little spicy.

Striders- why? Why would you eat these poor babies? What did they ever do to you? They’re probably reptiles, so you could definitely eat them but could you live with that knowledge?

Elder guardian- really old puffer fish. Cut carefully for good sushi. But it’s such a hassel, you’re better off having a puffer fish. Plus, they’re endangered, so like, come on.

Guardian- jokes on you, it’s hollow on the inside. Check the mob bestiary, they have no internal organs. Could probably get some meat from the outer flesh but that’s also the spikes, so beware.

Ender mite- remember those parasites from ender pearls? This is them. Could def cook them though. They’re fair sized and full on meat. You’re probably be tripping balls though.

Ghast- like a squid, but balloon. They are filled with gas, to allow them to fly. So much like a dragon, likely have a gas sac that could contain gases that could ignite, be careful. But sky octopus. Lots of meat.

Magma cube- slime but spicy. Magma cream is probably yummy. We know it’s ok to ingest because it’s in potions, so I think it should be ok to eat. Just wait got it to cool a little

Slime- senshi has recipes for these buggers.

Shulker- I can only assume it tastes like living armour. It’s definitely a mussel

Silverfish- it’s a bug, it’s big, enjoy.

Wither skeleton and the wither- please, for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT EAT THE WITHER! THIS IS HOW WE GET THE PLAGUE! YOURE GOING TO GET WITHERING AND DIE!

Sniffer- I know they’re really big, I know they’re probably full of meat and they have eggs, but look at their little faces. Could you really eat them?

The Ender dragon- I mean, you beat her, might as well I guess. Apparently dragon is delicious. But also, probably full of the end, probably going to fuck yup up a bit

And now, for the big one

Creeper- as we all know, creeper skin feels like dry, crunchy leaves. It’s a moss monster with a tnt block inside. So, if you carefully cut around the explosive, you now have a very dangerous vegetable. Thick “meat”, might make a good salad.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[demigod-shenanigans]

-Yeah, I was wondering if it was a thing about strays and Leo just being pulled back to what it was like to not have a home to go back to when he was on the streets. It’s honestly kind of a miracle he doesn’t bring home every single stray he finds (cat or otherwise). The thought of Apollo struggling to cat sit is making me laugh so hard. He tries to hum tunes at Socrates or something to cheer him up and Socrates just hisses at him.

-I also don’t know why this popped into my head but I’m very amused by the thought of a Socrates Festus rivalry. I’m not sure if it’s funnier if it’s mutual dislike (cat hisses at Festus, Festus rotates rows upon rows of sharp teeth at Socrates, Socrates just hisses again completely unbothered) or if Socrates just really dislikes Festus while Festus just wants to be his friend.

-Glad you enjoyed the concept haha. I’m also still wondering what was up with that chicken chucker Leo built lmfao. Like that’s such a wild throwaway thing for the book to mention and then never bring up again

-Arguably Jason is the one with first aid training so in the choking situation he could maybe help if there wasn’t a doctor around but I’m also very amused at the thought of Leo raising his hand not realizing what the situation is and then improvising the shit out of saving someone’s life (maybe Apollo helps as a thanks for the time Leo went on a quest with him, maybe he finds some sort of mechanical solution, idk). They’re thanking him after and he just casually drops “oh yeah actually my doctor is in engineering LOL”

-I honestly think there’s a pretty good chance Olympia would have ended up counselor regardless of who she’s sharing the cabin with just due to (staying on theme here) “the power of her name” and the legacy of her parents.

-I absolutely adore Isabella just getting along with the Hephaestus kids so well not due to powers or anything (not sure how often the blessing of Hephaestus thing takes effect or how exactly it works, would love to hear more about that) but because she just gets to special interest ramble at people who Get It. I love that for her.

-I have no idea how I didn’t catch the pun name the first time (probably because I read your reply at 1 am ngl) but that is amazing. I don’t even know if it’s funnier assuming their mortal parent named them that and they kept the name post coming out or if they came out as enby then promptly picked the funniest possible name option for themself. Just 10/10 concept. And of course chaos gremlin who won’t take their task seriously trying to “work” with a Competitive Leader is gonna be a mess lmao. There’s also something pretty interesting specifically about Olympia butting heads with a Hermes kid considering her parents’ history with Luke

-Yeah they’ve got a lotttt of birthday and anniversary stuff going on in summer, jeez

-I’m wheezing about Percy being annoyed Olympia is an Ares sign that is hilarious

-There really is something to be said about how much worse the whole idolization issue would be for someone whose parents are affected by it. Like, Olympia knows they’re not these clean perfect pictures, but imagine trying to rant to someone about a minor fight you had with your parents or being annoyed with something they did when everyone sees them as heroes and idols. That disconnect has to be absolutely astronomical. I think Percy would also find it absolutely heartbreaking that his kid is dealing with feeling inadequate when he grew up thinking he always messed everything up and made things difficult for his mom.

Also, genuinely, some of our best writing comes from processing feelings that are familiar and we don’t know where else to put. It’s very therapeutic and helpful and makes for really great stories. I’ve been doing it for ages, and I’m glad you get to do it with Olympia.

-If you’re trying to live up to some perfect image that doesn’t exist, nothing is ever good enough. Even when people outright tell you you’re good enough or you did something right, all that does is just create more pressure and expectations you don’t think you can live up to (it’s something I tap into when writing Jason a lot and also feels very fitting here. No I’m not speaking from experience what are you talking about /sarcasm)

-I feel like the Athena kids would be pissed at any version of the story that doesn’t give Annabeth the respect she deserves. I’m taking full-on “they’re talking smack about our sister again, we’ll crush them so hard at the next Capture The Flag game that they’ll weep”

-I feel like Percy probably gets so annoyed by it that he’ll just straight-up refuse to talk about anything heroic he did and just talk about Annabeth instead when he’s asked about it.

-I adore the name specifically carrying the history of the mortal members of their family too (and I do really hope Leo eventually realizes that her carrying his history of bravery and ultimately getting to be happy despite all the hardship along the way isn’t a bad thing to carry either). I assume the mortal family members thing being important may be related to the [redacted] thing you told me in DMs? I do kinda love Grace as a middle name for Olympia as a nod to both Jason but also Thalia who saved Annabeth and helped raise her for a little while.

-The whole Sequel Trilogy plot was all over the place, but Rey choosing the name of a mentor who tried to help her and a woman who was kind to her over the name of the evil ancestor who tried to kill her really isn’t exactly odd?? Like, personally I would have stuck to Rey from Nowhere because the whole “you don’t have to be anyone important to be a hero”-plot is way more intriguing than it all being a messy family drama, but they that’s the story they chose, and ending it on Rey either going back to being Rey from Nowhere (dismissing all the meaningful connections and friends she made along the way) or committing to being Rey Palpatine (which she never wanted to be and he insisted she had no choice on) would not have worked. Rey got to choose who she wanted to be, and chose to live in memory of Luke and Leia over her own familial connections she wanted nothing to do it. Also considering they were always tied to the darkness of who their own father was and what he’s done and trying to shape the galaxy into a better place despite that history? Yeah, it makes sense why that’s the kind of story Rey wants for herself, too.

-Found family is so so important. “There is a place for you, even if it’s not with the people who raised you” is so so important.

-I’ll probably save the details of the Percabeth kids for a separate post since this thread is getting ridiculously long as-is and it might be nice to be able to find this stuff again (I say that like most of the next gen lore didn’t get created by me and Juno yapping at each other in DMs for ages, LMAO) but in broad strokes:

—Coral is the oldest by seven years (she’s also the oldest next gen kid by five years, meaning she was the group baby for a while). She’s a trans girl and picked out the name Coral for herself when she was ten. She’s pretty much a typical legacy, meaning she got some of her parents’ powers (Percy’s talking to horses thing and some degree of control over water plus Annabeth’s strategic abilities), but you can definitely tell she’s not a first generation descendant of Athena or Poseidon.

—Cooper is the middle child, and he’s a bit of a fluke baby. Nobody knows how it happened, but this kid has virtually no powers. He can barely see through the Mist half the time, and his only “powers” are being able to tell if it’s going to rain with a 74% accuracy and being good at maths, but a normal “I’m really good at maths”-amount. He’s half a year older than Sofía.

—Their youngest, Sally May, is three years younger than Cooper and the epitome of Percabeth’s hubris biting them in the ass (“we’re handling two kids just fine, how hard can a third one really be” Very, and choosing May as a middle name probably didn’t help). She’s the youngest of the next gen kids in the main friend group and the most innocent-looking kid you’ve ever seen and also a total nightmare. She’s everything everyone always worried a Percabeth kid would be—Annabeth’s genius intellect and Percy’s powers combined and used exclusively for the purpose of causing elaborate shenanigans. She also causes minor earthquakes sometimes, which is a power Percy is pretty sure he doesn’t even have.

-Man I’m so curious I think I might explode. If you want to yap about it but don’t wanna put it on your blog just yet for spoiler reasons, please feel free to ramble at me in DMs if you want to (no pressure though)

-I actually kind of like it not being as important in Camp Jupiter who your godly parent is (obviously it does to a certain degree to people like Jason whose godly parents are really important, but not to the degree of “if we don’t know who your godly parent is we will just temporarily stuff you in an over-full cabin” like it used to be at CHB, and also we never even learn if Reyna or Frank for example have half-siblings at Camp because it’s just not as important there). I think it’s a neat contrast.

-That being said, yeah, I feel like any kid of the Seven would be a big deal around there. It’s very much the same with the Frazel kids from Sofíaverse (who are twins, funnily enough). I’m also kind of obsessed with the concept of the Fifth Cohort which used to be thought of as the “bad” Cohort where the kids without recommendation letters went (which is why Jason joined it) slowly turning into the Cohort everyone wants to get into because all members of the Seven who have ever been part of the legion, including Percy, were part of that Cohort, which just gives it really great rep.

-The Samuel thing is definitely a bit weird but it also makes sense that Hazel would want to remember him in some way.

-Since the triplets and Isabella all grow up in New Rome, how often does she see them? I guess how close they are would probably largely depend on how much younger they are (whether they’re close enough to still be friends or more like a couple of younger kids that look up to her as this cool older kid that visits sometimes). I’m glad Finley gets along with his cousins well, that’s really sweet :)

-Also yeah same I feel like I do most of my rambles about the kids in replies/convo with you and DMs with Juno and not a lot making actual posts about them hahaha. The good news is if you want to you could always compile the info you shared here into posts about different characters if you wanted to

This song is so Married Valgrace. And ik I’d say that about every single song including the Kahoot Lobby Music but this one is especially the vibe

LMAO you're so real for the Kahoot Lobby Music thing, if I'm fixated on something everything is about that something now. Sorry to the books I'm reading and shows I'm watching you are now all AUs of this one thing I like

Anyway you're so right and you should say it (and also the ending of the song made me sob, oh my god? Evil?)

I also feel a very strong need to retaliate now /Ih) so may I suggest I Wanna Grow Old With You as a married Valgrace song?

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[90stvqueen]

when i was 11 and first got obsessed with wicked, i had no idea i was shipping these two women. which is insane because i'd already been reading fanfiction for years at that point. but with elphaba and galinda it was "their friendship is so beautiful and meaningful..." and it honestly wasn't until adulthood that i was like "...and also they lez out like crazy"

[troublesomemix]

He rolled his eyes from another droll thing Sienna said. He didn't mind a feisty woman, or this feisty woman some days even. But today he was not having any of it. Sipping on another glass of champagne ( because despite his best attempts Wanda hadn't allowed anything stronger to be served ) while Nicholas tried to offer small comforts about how he thought Caspian's outfit wasn't at all put together well. Total lies. This of course led Sienna to compliment Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, and cause Gabriel to grip the glass even tighter. She could fall for him all she liked, it seemed like every sensible and not woman at this party would. And just when he didn't think it could get any worse, here came her other boyfriend. Swooping in to save the day.

Nicholas tried to ignore Gabriel. He really did. On occasion the prince went on emotional benders like this and it was only a matter of time before he got better. But even so it didn't seem like this was one of those times. Gabriel had it bad, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Nicholas would be able to rant behind closed doors, hold it together until then. Not his blond friend. So he stood guard, as quiet as he could, paying attention to his plus one respectively but also completely alert as to what was happening on the dance flor. He saw Thor enter the room and drag Wanda away. He saw Caspian drift onto the floor, heard Sienna whisper to him that she would prefer also to walk the room in a minute or so if he wasn't opposed. He wasn't. She wasn't here as a romantic partner for the duke and they both knew it. Gabriel was more of a concern.

"Thank you for the offer," Wanda whispered while keeping her arms around Caspian's neck. She should take him up on it, really. Gabriel could never love her, not in the way she wanted. He couldn't be faithful, his ego would always come first. She'd be the shiny new thing until some other shiny new thing came along.

But Caspian? Caspian had an equally large ego yes, but he did love her and he wasn't afraid of saying it, with big or small gestures. With hopping on a plane on a 3 hour notice just to be here for her, watching her watch Gabriel get engaged. That couldn't be easy for the guy either. "I really love you, you know," Wanda said blinking a few times and pursing her lips together to try and not to cry.

Caspian shook his head and shushed her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and dropping the cocky facade he usually had around the Gervais. "I know. It's okay Lee, you don't have to say it. I'm here okay," he whispered trying to soothe her brushing her back slowly. And it did soothe her, Caspian always knew exactly what to say or do to soothe her, to make her laugh, to relax her. Why couldn't she fall in love with him again? She had been once, at least she had thought she had. The whole concept of 'one love of your life' was silly.

Then again, half of her (covered) body was filled with bitemarks and lovebites from the other asshole King in the room, the one she was in love with now. The one that was getting engaged to a perfectly perfect little princess.

"Do you mind if I cut in?" Henry's voice came in to pull them away from their little private moment and both of their façades came back in full force. "Of course bud," Caspian said meaning it--he liked Henry and Henry liked him, as his smile showed. "I'll go pay my respects to the old man," he added patting Henry's shoulder and making a beeline to the Queen Mother and General Kenobi while Henry set his arm comfortably around Wanda and held her other hand. "That looked intense there for a moment. Was he proposing again?"

Wanda shrugged and nodded to what Henry shook his head. "He is nothing if not consistent. Maybe you should take him up on it," the blonde said making Wanda frown confused. "I love them both don't get me wrong, but I love you more. And Mr. Engaged over there is doing absolutely nothing to win my respect really, nothing other than looking like Caspian stole his lunch." Of course when he said that Wanda had to look at Gabriel who was with Nicholas and his ex--no sign of the wife to be around them. She looked away because she didn't want to get caught by the flashes looking longingly at Gabriel (she probably had already). "You should've told him how you felt about him. You haven't, have you? How you've loved him forever?" he knew the answer though so all she did was hugged Henry a little tighter and stay like that, not caring about the cameras or what stories the tabloids will come up with next. She would've gladly snuck out of this party and head down to the embassy with Hen and Alex again, and forget this party ever existed but she couldn't and a moment later she was pulling away from Henry and looking past him, at how Thor was making a beeline straight to her looking like something very, very bad just happened.

"I need to go," Wanda said pecking Henry's cheek and going towards Thor, walking away from the main room and heading towards the offices not too far away from the ballroom.

[jistagrams]

Nerdy jisung..... def would be sitting in his car listening to some rnb singer like frank ocean or sza, talking to eachother as the music hums in the background, car was barley dirty. Looks way to clean to be owned by some 22 year old in college, little do you know he had taken it to get washed and cleaned the day before you guys hung out. you both went on random subjects, but he can't get one thing out of his head. that thing was your stupid little dress you had on, sure u wanted to look all pretty for some nerd you had seen in the book store looking at some kid reading level Lego book. Thought he was cute so you asked him on a date, 4 weeks later and 6 dates here you are. Talking to jisung who won't take it a step further cause he wants to move "slow". Right he wants to move slow. So why is he thinking about how sweet you taste, or how pretty your moans would be. He's thought every disgusting thing you could imagine, he's thought about you in the shower as his whines fill up the room, thought about you right before bed as he opened up his photos and scrolled to your very own album that lies in his phone, labeled "💗" cute you had thought when you had saw it on his phone while he sheepishly went on Instagram once you saw it, little did you know he used all the e pictures of you together to get off to when he's alone at night, when you spent the night just that one time because it was raining, he held back every fiber in his body to not quickly run to the bathroom to drop his load. Anyways. Back to your dress. Too short, wayyyy to short for jisung to act like he doesn't even realize. what you realized was him spaced out, "you good ji?" your soft voiced brought him back to reality, "uhm yea, was just thinking" he shyly says as red fills his cheeks. "u sure? Kinda look like a tomato" you teased softly, uncrossing your legs immediately jisung notices, one more move and im gonna lose it. He was right, once you let out a soft sigh while stretching he couldn't be silent anymore, 4 weeks was surely enough...right? "yn, I can't hold myself back anymore please let me touch you" he whined unbuckling his seatbelt, you smile and laugh softly, unbuckling yours soon after. "was hoping you'd say something, wore this dress to get you to fuck me" you smile, sliding over onto his lap mid sentence, "fuckkkkk, it definitely worked cus there's no way your leaving my car without me getting to fuck the living shit out of u" he says while holding your hips down, "always thought of u as a lil virgin loser" you whined softly when he started moving his hips up. "May look like one, but trust me baby i definitely know what I'm doing" he plants hickeys on your neck, sliding your panties to the side as you unzip his pants.

"I know damn well jisung didn't give you all of those hickeys"

"you'd be surprised what that man has done."

"....what?"

"js know he definitely isn't a nerd."

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[fandomunsexyman]

SVSSS is a novel with a fandom.

[ID: A Scum Villain edit of the "missing the point" meme. A bullet arcs from velinxi art of child Shen Jiu kneeling while furiously glaring. The bullet says, "People are not entirely one thing or the other and holding them to these extremes ignores the complexities that come with their humanity." It arcs over the head of a person across from it, who ignores the bullet and exclaims: "Wow!! Shen Jiu's only crime was being mean and was wrongly hated!" End ID]

[effietrinket1619]

hi, me again with an addendum

jess starts to feature other lanterns to share wild stories about hal (in civvies again and she never specifies their actual relationship to hal considering their fairly wide range of specialisations and ages which leads to wild speculation) it's mostly just jo, simon and kyle because john doesn't want to be part of their nonsense, guy might get the account banned with the type of stories he tells and keli's way too young to have her face out there and jess is a little afraid of alan.

jo and simon are pretty normal guests and talk about the weirdest experiences they've had with hal (again, heavily edited to not give their other jobs away). kyle though?

kyle sits on camera and completely ditches the story jess thought he was gonna tell and launches into a wild rant about how he thinks hal and his greatest nemesis TOTALLY fucked when they were younger and he has proof he SWEARS. he says every time he asks half, hal says some shit like 'oh yeah we fooled around a little but you know how it is' and it's driving him NUTS. kyle starts listing every instance he's seen them interact with a manic look in his eye and jess is totally blindsighted.

by the time jess is able to get a grasp on what's happening, she chokes out, "wait, kyle, you don't mean si--you don't mean him, do you?' kyle's haunted stare is all the confirmation she gets.

this leads into kyle trying to continue talking while jess, through her laughter, tries to wrestle the phone back. the video is eight and a half minutes long and goes so viral. the internet is immediately curious about this entire situation and does what it does best: dig everything up. somehow, they manage to get the fact that he's a cape correct.

unfortunately, now they all think he's batman and the person hal had that 'relationship' with was superman. hal remains oblivious, the lanterns don't know if they should necessarily celebrate whatever the hell this is and bruce fumes for a week straight and keeps shoulder checking hal in the hallways. clark gets the short end of the stick because jo cracks up every time she sees him and bruce is mad at him too for some perceived slight

jess, when she's able to compose herself again, is already planning the next story time with kyle

my new favourite thing is imagining jess make hal do dumb tiktok trends with her.

for instance: there was one pretty recently where people show their parents/grandparents in their youth and people collectively lose their minds. i know that hal isn't that old in canon but humour me.

the video starts with footage of hal doing something vaguely hal-like in civvies with the text 'he told me he used to break hearts'. the ensuing photos are actually good ones if a little grainy with age. the video inadvertently blows the hell up with people even claiming that hal probably still breaks hearts (jess refuses to show him the comments because it'll feed his ego so much and no one needs that).

it's the only video on her account and people want more content of the mystery man so she makes more. the reading brainrot challenge (jess nearly chokes to death on her laughter), various pranks she and simon pull together, story-times about his adventures in the corps (she heavily edits what she says and makes sure not to mention names) and even ropes him into a dance trend (he's bad at it unsurprisingly)

it all comes to a head when hal comes back from the store extremely confused because someone pointed at him and called him 'that guy from tiktok' and he figured his identity had been compromised in some way so he'd had to make a hasty retreat.

jess, hearing it, laughs so hard she starts crying. hal is only left more confused.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

The most liminal feeling in judaism is knowing history that's deeply shaped jewish communities and yet... nobody but jews talk about it. Obviously, this isn't unique to judaism, but it's a very specific reminder that jewish history matters more to you than it does anyone else