#the trust she has in that one button of the suit jacket

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ENGFA WARAHA x HOWEAWARDS2024

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Unfortunately for everyone involved, Brent doesn't understand the concept of being bought a joke, like, why would someone SPEND MONEY on a joke? Since Karen's his friend and bought him a shirt, he's like. Legally obligated to wear it at least once... ? Probably?

So while he suffers over the idea of wearing it and not wanting to wear it at work he eventually would wear it and Karen would suffer the fact she needs to actually not try to joke too much in a teasing way if it's gonna be Treated Seriously. Right suffering from being gay because oh, Brent looks nice in color. (Chris would find out about it at work that he missed Brent in color and just stares at Karen because she is an absolute menace how did she manage that.)

[darlingshane]

Summary: Karen has sworn to never date anyone in the workplace ever again, but it's a rule that she might need to break when she starts her new job at Castle Motors as a marketing consultant.

CW: au - romantic comedy, fluff, crack, slow burn, friendship, drinking, workplace relationships, eventual romance, happy ending, frank and maria are divorced but have a good relationship. (and marketing, a lot of marketing.)

Word Count: 12,1k (first 10 chapters only)

A/N: This is based on a drabble I wrote a few years ago of the same title here (it was kind of a mess so don't check it out, just read this one instead). I always wanted to turn it into a longer fic. I'm working on the last couple of chapters, and it'll be done soon. You won't have to wait long to see those posted.

— Links: AO3 // Kastle Masterlist.

Excerpt from my favorite chapter (7):

When Karen had pitched the idea of putting Frank in front of the camera, she knew it was a gamble. Frank was the kind of CEO who preferred to stay behind the scenes, letting his work and the company speak for itself. But Karen was convinced that showcasing Frank as the face of the company would resonate with the public, making Castle Motors not just a brand, but a brand with a story and a leader people could trust.

Frank, however, had been less than enthusiastic. “Karen, my face isn’t exactly camera-friendly,” he had said with a wry smile. “Broken nose, giant head, satellite ears…”

“Stop it, you look like a young De Niro.” Karen chuckled but persisted, knowing that his rough-around-the-edges appearance and straightforward personality were precisely what would make him relatable and authentic. People didn’t need another polished, cookie-cutter CEO—they needed someone real.

Now, as she watched Frank fidget with the collar of his suit, Karen could tell he was out of his element. He��d been through makeup, his hair was slicked back, and the tailored suit, while well-fitted, seemed to restrict him. He looked like a man wearing someone else’s skin.

She approached him, her eyes scanning the nervous energy in his posture. “You okay?” she asked softly.

Frank sighed, glancing around at the crew bustling about. “This just isn’t me, Karen. I don’t feel right in this get-up.”

Karen smiled, understanding his discomfort. “You don’t have to be someone else, Frank. That’s not what this is about. We want people to see you—the real Frank Castle. Not some polished version.”

She reached out, tugging gently at the lapels of his suit jacket. “What if we lose the jacket and tie? Maybe unbutton a couple of buttons, get you back to feeling like yourself?”

Frank hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, that might help.”

He slipped off the jacket, draping it over a nearby chair, and loosened his tie before pulling it off completely. Karen stepped closer, reaching up to unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt. As she did, she noticed how his broad chest and strong shoulders seemed to relax with the simple act.

— You can read the rest on AO3.

[novacqnes]

omg could u write an au fic where both ellie and the fem!reader are detectives working on a case but like uhm, they’re also- married 🤭 and in one scenario they are undercover in a club and the reader has to act flirty with the bad guy and so ofc ellie is jealous…… that means yes. jealous s e x. uhm. please. i just- want to imagine ellie in a suit LMAO

poison // ellie williams

warning: angst, smut, jealousy, top!ellie, squirting, fingering, strap on usage (fem receiving), mentions of crime (prostitution, human trafficking, drugs)

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: …..this is pure genius. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this ask since you’ve sent it in. i definitely need to delve into detective ellie fics for my own peace of mind. also i don’t usually put a wc in requested fics but this one is kinda lengthy so keep that in mind—

ellie saw red. thick crimson splotches crept into the corners of her vision making it nearly impossible to see— let alone think clearly. green eyes narrowed into the sight on the opposite side of the bar. there, a man and a woman sat playfully bantering back and forth. their words were drowned out by the obnoxiously loud music, but the image was enough for ellie to get the picture. 

to most he was known as philip grant, a pompous ass responsible for running one of the largest prostitution and drug rings in the country. the man was balding, pale, and stocky— he couldn’t have been over 5’2, yet his arrogance preceded him. ellie observed silently. his lips, cracked and brittle, pressed into a menacing grin as he fixated on the woman before him. 

jealousy stirred inside ellie the longer she watched the woman— her wife flirt with grant. the long touches, dramatic laughter, and seductive eyes made her stomach turn, yet there was nothing she could do besides watch. any sort of interference would blow your cover, jeopardizing the lives of everyone in the club— including you. thus ellie opted for bitter jealousy, submerging herself in it as she did her best to trust you. after all, you needed to find some way to nail him or he’d walk free once again.

“i see him, it’s the last table to your right,” ellie whispered, adjusting the buttons of her coat. the two of you sat at a table just a few feet away, dressed to blend in with the elite to attend the club. she wore a jet-black suit that conformed to her body perfectly. yet your focus was pulled in the opposite direction.

 “el, we’ve got to get something from him tonight.”

“i know.” her breath hitched, pressure mounted onto both of your shoulders as time crept by with no true plan. by midnight philip grant would still be a free man and the possibility of changing that was growing scarce. you needed to act fast and without a call to action, ellie was without choices. she reached for her gun, sliding it into her jacket as she rose from her seat.

immediately you hopped up blocking her path, “what the hell are you doing?”

“…..i’m gonna go talk to him?” ellie muttered, her cheeks burning bright pink. shooting the man was not an option. the arrest needed to be swift and quick— which meant no guns nor endangering customers. you swiped the pistol from ellie’s hands, discreetly placing it in your bag. 

you pulled her back towards the table, “you can’t just walk up to him. the moment he sees you coming he’s gonna run— and it’ll be months till we get an opportunity like this again.”

“so what’s your idea?” she sighed, her hands thrown up in defeat. carefully your eyes lingered on the man for just a moment. dozens of girls swarmed, some from the club, others had come with him. they hung on grant’s every word— so much so that if he asked them to jump off a cliff they’d do it in heartbeat. 

“i’ll go.”

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” ellie sputtered, her eyes doubling in size. 

“listen to me, philip grant is an asshole— a chauvinistic pig that gets off on exploiting women. all i need to do is stroke his ego a bit and he’ll start talking.”

you were right, and ellie knew it but she didn’t like it. she loathed this part of the job. the side that seemingly blurred the lines between reality and fiction. it required you to play a character, and put on a persona in exchange for just a sliver of information. it was something you were good at, yet ellie still detested it. 

“i can do this, alright? i promise if things start to go south i’ll signal and we’ll send the cops in— now tell me, how do i look?” despite your adamance ellie was more than hesitant. yet the plan was already in motion, and there was no time to stand in the way of it.  

“beautiful,” she whispered, allowing the pit deep inside of her to fester. you shot your wife a quick grin, placing a soft look on your face before adjusting your dress. then you whipped out a dark red lipstick that was sure to captivate grant’s attention. 

in one large breath, you sauntered over to the opposite side of the room. as you approached the man a sly grin took hold of your lips. plastering itself there the more he eyed you up and down. his gaze felt like venom. your stomach churned with nausea as it intensified, sending a cold chill through your bones. nevertheless you took the seat in front of him, outstretching your hand.

“mr grant, right? i’m elora.” 

philip grant was an asshole, in every sense of the word. simply seeing you with him was enough to evoke more than jealousy from ellie. she couldn’t hear anything over the loudspeakers so she had to rely on sight, which seemed to worsen her regret. she despised the way he looked at you— as if you were prey, something to be conquered. and you had no choice but to play into it. 

she watched as your arms wrapped around his, pulling him closer to your body. in a matter of minutes, you’d manage to blend in with his women seamlessly, cooing at the man’s words. ellie’s felt nauseated as you doted on the man, pushing the boundary in order to draw more information. she was sure that if she stood by any longer she’d vomit. 

desperately she sought out a sign— anything to signal that she could arrest grant but nothing came. the music ruined any possibility of eavesdropping so she had to opt for visuals and they only made her even more jealous. she fiddled with the silver band on finger, her gaze narrowing on grant’s hand. it trailed from her pocket and to your arm as he slipped you a paper, leaning in dangerously close to whisper.

ellie wanted to gag, his lips nearly brushed your ear. although it was small compared to what she’d witnessed it was enough for her to radio in the cops surrounding the small bar. within a matter of seconds, she stormed over to the two of you, whipping out her handcuffs. 

“wait el—“ but your protests fell on deaf ears. at that moment dozens of officers swarmed the building, closing in. philip tried to push past yet ellie’s hand sent him crashing back down. his face turned beet red and ellie towered over him, more powerful than you’d ever seen her. 

“philip grant you are under arrest for 18 counts of human sex trafficking and the murders of rose and ruby daniels,” she said sternly, locking the metal around his wrists. bewildered, his eyes found yours as if to plead for help yet he was baffled by the lack of surprise on your face. 

“elora? y-you know her? lying bitch you set me up,” he spat, malice laced in each word. he opened his mouth to continue yet you count register a thing. instead, your focus found its way back to ellie. you watched as she passed grant along to the cops, the solemn glare in her eyes remaining. this was a win for both of you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the looming tension that hung over your heads. 

“what’d you find out?” her words were short and she refused to spare you a glance for more than a moment at a time. 

“he told me where he keeps the rest of the girls.” you slipped a sheet of paper into her palm. in it was a full outline of grant’s businesses which was guaranteed to work against him in court. despite uncovering the piece of evidence that would bury him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of annoyance radiating from ellie.

“what?” she asked, growing restless under your prying eyes.

“i told you to wait,” you faltered, “he was gonna tell me about murders before—“

“we got what we came for, y/n. i wasn’t going to sit back and watch you flirt with him all night.” the last thing you wanted to do was fight— especially not about philip grant. yet ellie wasn’t in a position to reason with you. she saw what she wanted too— and that was you flirting with someone that wasn’t her. 

“listen i’m gonna leave this in evidence… just meet me in the car.” with that ellie turned sharply on her heel not even allowing you the chance to respond. still, you did your best to remain cheerful, making a mental note to apologize once you got home. hopefully, the events of the night would be long forgotten for both of your sakes. 

however, this was the opposite of what happened— the car ride back home was dreadful. ellie hardly even looked your way. vivid details of the ordeal seemed to haunt her. the shameless image of you fawning over grant seared its way into her memory and it only upset her even more. it felt like a wall was being built between the two of you and you had no way of tearing it down. unfortunately, when you got home it was no different.

ellie stormed into the apartment ahead, leaving you trailing behind. she made her way into the bedroom and the anger was detectable even from the kitchen. 

“you hungry? i could make something or we could order in?” you called, only to be greeted by the distinct sounds of silence.

you tried a second time yet all of your attempts amounted to nothing. exasperated, you followed pervading noise all the way towards the room down the hall. there ellie sat on a large bed— the place the two of you shared your most intimate moments. on most days it acted as a safe haven but now it seemed more treacherous than ever. 

the air was thick, presumably from the budding tension that only seemed to stir as you approached your wife. her green eyes buzzed with a certain type of poison— jealousy.

“please don’t tell me you’re giving me the silent treatment because of philip grant,” you muttered, shifting under her fierce gaze. it ignited something inside of you that was utterly unfamiliar. it was ardent passion in a way that you’d never experienced. 

she rose from the mattress, stepping towards you until she was just a few inches away. the heat was palpable and it took shape right in between the two of you, blending in with the jealousy that oozed from ellie.

“you know what i hate most about this job?” she whispered, her voice light and delicate like a feather. you hadn’t realized it then but you were just barely touching the wall. and you feared if ellie stepped any closer you’d be right against it. 

“seeing you with other people.” 

you began, “but it doesn’t mean anything—

“did you see the way he looked at you? hm?” she moved towards you, gradually sealing the distance between your bodies. the cold surface of the wall pressed up against your back, offering you little comfort as ellie spoke. her words were pointed and direct, you could almost make out the hurt behind them but it was overshadowed by a more intense feeling. 

“he wanted to fuck you. jesus y/n….the guy was practically frothing at the mouth the entire time and i had to sit there and watch it.” ellie seethed. she placed each of her arms on the opposite of your body, caging you in as her body stood firm against you. thus with every movement, no matter how minuscule you were able to feel the muscles that lay under ellie’s heavy suit. each one molding against you just perfectly.

“can’t really blame 'em’ though, right?” ellie leaned into your ear, pressing her body against yours with much more fervor. she left soft kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck when you felt something prod at your thigh. you bit back a gasp, jerking against the wall as you looked down. 

“you’re just so beautiful….” she cooed, a sharp tinge glimmering in her eyes. her words were gentle although her body told an entirely different story— and you would soon experience the magnitude of it. she hooked her calloused hands under your chin pulling you into a heated kiss. your hands roamed her body stopping at her crotch where you felt a strong bulge. immediately you went to unzip her pants but quickly stopped by ellie herself. 

“n-no— not yet. get on the bed.” 

you followed her orders without complaint. you took your spot on the bed as ellie watched, slowly peeling from her clothes. you followed suit stripping down to nothing but your underwear. once again, you reached for her yet she remained planted in her spot, desire burning in her eyes. you ached to have her near you— to have ellie inside of you.

“i need you ellie— please,” you whined, slowly soaking the thin piece of cloth over your core. 

“yeah?” 

dazed from anticipation you nodded mumbling incoherently. your hands trailed to your pussy, circling over the soft flesh as your wife hovered over you blinded by intense jealousy. she wanted nothing more than to see you beg. more as a reminder to herself than to you. no matter what happened during a case— you were hers and the simple sight of you pleading was enough to confirm that. 

“where do you need me?” ellie teased, running her fingertips along the side of your thigh. she brought her index finger to your underwear, sliding it underneath.

“in—inside me.” you shivered at the cold contact, gripping the sheets as she continued. one worked on your clit, teasing the nub as one more made its way into your cunt. ellie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling— your walls clamped around her digits desperately as she curved them. pressing up into the spongy tissue that was your g-spot. 

“o—oh shit…..”

you pressed your eyes closed relishing in the warmth that spread across your entire lower body. thick beads of sweat formed on your skin the more it persisted. ellie’s hand was slick with your fluids but it wasn’t enough. she picked up the pace drawing intense pleas from your lips that replicated music— yet she wanted to do more.

“tell me what you want, y/n.” her tone was so assertive and it made your head spin. you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to look back. frenzied short hairs clung to the side of her face and her cheeks were flushed, it all read of sweet determination. like she had something to prove. 

“i want you to f-fuck me— with it,” you purred, your hands traveling back to the now-exposed dildo that sat in between her legs. ellie leaned down to kiss you once more before removing her fingers from your heat and bringing them to your lips. in one swift motion, ellie moved her body on top of yours, situating herself comfortably in between your legs. she kissed down your chest, cupping her hands over your toys as she brought each one to her mouth, feverishly sucking. 

she sat up, teasingly running the silicone over your pussy coating the tip. the sensation caused you to jerk back, sending a smirk to ellie’s plush lips. after moments she moved forward, filling you to the hilt.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes—yes it’s fucking perfect el,” you cried, hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes. she pursued a relentless pace, slamming her hips against you. the rapid movement spread the pleasure all throughout your body, leaving you nearly speechless. 

strings of obscenities filled ellie’s ears as she sunk into you with each merciless stroke. your legs shook from the impact, desperately wrapping against her. the bed rocked along with the two of you, crashing into the wall as ellie fucked you.

you clasped onto her face, cupping it in your palms as you brought her face down. she pressed her forehead against yours, her pants mixing with moans and the filthy sounds of your pussy. 

“don’t stop, fuck me ha—“ your whines became caught in your throat as ellie pulled out, gently moving you into your stomach. she moved behind you, taking her place as she continued the fervent pace— this time with much more aggression. 

your cheeks rubbed harshly against the fabric of the blanket. you weren’t given much time to adjust to the next position before that same pit pleasure took shape inside of you. and it strengthened with each taunting thrust of ellie’s hips. 

she knew you were close, she could practically feel it in the way your body writhed underneath her. thus her movements had much more vigor and purpose behind them. she needed to bring you to unravel and she was going to be the one to do it. thus ellie placed a firm hand by your head to stabilize herself. using her free one to toy with your sensitive clit. 

“close aren’t you?” she hummed. 

“….please let me come” your voice grew weary and your body stiff. streams of pleasure rippled through your body and in a matter of seconds your vision was distorted by black spots. the sweet poisonous pit in your stomach unraveled, drawing deep loud moans from your lips. 

ellie moved from your body. watching in awe as you soaked the white sheets beneath you, drenching them in fluids. shockwaves tore through your body beautifully leaving you a mess on the bed you shared with your wife. she left soft kisses all over your face and neck, slowly easing from your high. 

“so beautiful…..”

as your vision cleared you gazed up at ellie, who hovered over you. the fierceness in her gaze was long gone, replaced with concern as she looked back at you.

neither of you said anything about the ordeal, in fact, you’d almost forgotten about it. instead, you were struck with fatigue. dozing off as ellie doted on you. she removed the wet sheets from the bed, replacing them with new comfortable ones for you to sleep on.

she took her spot snug behind you, burying her face into the crevice of your neck as she basked in your warmth. she adored these moments. especially the intimate one’s where she was able to see aspects of you that only she’d have the pleasure of experiencing. and it was all the reassurance she needed. 

[inthemytdl]

Teenage Dream

Summary: Jack prepares for his first date (with a girl)

Note: she/her pronouns

“Are you sure?” Jack brushed down the black shirt and army style jacket Dean gave him.

The sleeves went a couple inches past his hand, so he had to roll them up to fit properly. The shirt, on the other hand, fit well. 

“Trust me, chicks dig the bad boy look,” Dean said. “A little dirt, a little grime. Works every time.”

Jack had never been on a date before, but he imagined dressing nicer than this. Wearing his FBI suit, maybe. It was the nicest one he owned and the sleeves fit perfectly.

He turned to Sam. “Is that true?”

“Sometimes,” Sam said, without looking up from his computer.

But Jack had seen a good amount of romance films and couldn’t imagine Sam as the bad boy in any of them. In his mind, he was always the nice guy. The hero.

“Did you think you’d go in your FBI suit?” Dean laughed. “This is a date, kid, not a case.”

“I like that suit. Cass says blue is my color.”

Cass nodded. “It’s true. And that”—he pointed at Jack—“is horrible.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “That’s style. Army green, simple tees. That’s in right now. It’s all over the mags.”

“Mags?” Sam said.

“Magazines. God, you guys are old.”

Jack watched the scene unfold. Dean was doing that thing where he pretended to be young again while Sam groaned and Cass filed his nails against the wooden table. Usually, he’d let it go on, but there were just thirty minutes until his date with you and he still didn’t have an outfit.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jack shouted. His skin was hot like when he used his powers.

“Woah. Relax. It’s just a date,” Dean said.

“He’s never been on a date before, Dean,” Sam countered.

“So? Neither has Cass and he’s doing fine.”

“Dating, love, relationships. Those are human things,” Cass said. “Trivial.”

“Trivial?” Dean craned his neck toward him and the pair erupted into yet another argument as Sam approached Jack.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said. “Just be yourself. Girls can tell when you’re faking.”

“They can?” Jack felt more nervous than before. It was all too human. And he was only half of that. He wasn’t used to having sweaty palms or a butterfly-filled stomach. He thought he was sick the first time he felt their flutter before Sam explained that it was normal.

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes,” Sam coughed. “But you’ll be fine.” He gave him those puppy dog eyes he gave families when working a case: his attempt to take half of their pain. It worked sometimes. Jack was grateful it worked now.

“Okay,” he said, leaving to change. 

He hurried to his room and put on a white button up paired with a brown suit. That blue tie he loved. He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror, did an awkward smile, then made his way back to the command center.

The chaos had died down by the time he arrived, and all three of the boys sat around the table listening to Sam. Jack overlooked the scene from the head of the table. This was one of the few times the bunker was quiet: when one of them was talking and the others listened. And that was rare. Most days, they talked over each other.

“Woah. Look at you.” Sam was first to notice him. His dimples pinched his cheeks as he smiled.

“Much better,” Cass rasped.

Dean scrunched his face and made his way over to him. Jack wiped sweaty palms down his blazer. Dean was never all that nice to him, but a couple months in the bunker and they had become somewhat of a family.

“You’ve got to learn how to properly tie a tie,” Dean said, and he adjusted it for him. “There. Not as good as before but… decent.” He nodded, then fished in his pocket and produced silver keys. “Here.”

“You’re letting me drive the impala?” Jack said.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Sam clapped. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger.”

A rush of energy overcame Jack, though he couldn’t tell why. It might’ve been confidence or nerves or something entirely different—he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He had grown accustomed to fear and adrenaline. Love, even. But never romantic, and never like this.

This would be the first time he went on a real date, and one where no one tried to kill him. He felt prepared; he knew what to do. Once he got to the restaurant, he would pull your chair out for you, you’d talk, and then you’d fall in love with him.

There was only one thing he was unsure about.

“What should I say when I get there?” he asked. 

“I read in a Teen Vogue magazine it’s custom to talk about your interests,” Cass said.

“Zombies?”

“No—no zombies!” Dean said. “For the love of god, no zombies.”

“Just follow her lead, okay?” Sam said.

Jack nodded, making a mental note of all the advice he’d be given. But if he wasn’t allowed to talk about zombies, what would he talk about? 

“Uh, kid.” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” Cass said. “You’ve been standing in Dean’s beer puddle for thirty seconds now.” 

“Oh.” He felt the liquid squish below his feet.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Sam placed a hand on his back and led him to the door.

“You’ll call me if you need help?”

Leaving during a case felt wrong—like when he finished a box of cereal and it didn’t have a toy in it or when he waved at someone and they didn’t wave back—but Sam insisted he go.

“Yeah,” Sam said, opening the door for him. 

Jack lifted a slow hand and waved goodbye. 

Sam smiled and waved back; gave him that look that took half his nerves, half his pain. Then the door shut and it was time for his date.

[mywebfoot]

In Every Winter Night, Part 3. (Marry My Husband fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Be strong. Just like Ji Hyuk has to be strong.

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Ji Hyuk

“I didn’t wear a bra today.”

Ji Hyuk gulped. His eyes darted around his office wildly, then to her empty seat at her desk, then back to the text on his phone. This week’s physical intimacy agreement was for the chest… ‘area’, without being too specific about it. He just hadn’t expected her to take it quite so seriously today. It was still Friday, and only 9 a.m. at that. 

They’d only just waved each other goodbye a moment ago, at the usual drop off corner. He remembered her wearing a coat, and beneath that a black suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. Which had already given him ideas, since the skirt was tight to her knees and made her swaying hips far more pronounced. Under that suit jacket was a… he struggled a bit as he wasn’t in the habit of documenting his girlfriend’s clothes. Oh yes, it was a white, collared shirt of some soft material. The collar had two long ribbons trailing down the front. 

“Wait. Did you not wear a bra at all, or did you just —?, he typed, before hurriedly deleting it. Maybe he misunderstood.  She had seemed fully clothed this winter morning. He went for the safe route. 

“Um… what do you mean? Exactly.”

Three dots hopped mischievously on his screen. Then stopped. Then started again. Then nothing. 

He wanted to throw the phone at the wall, but that might mean he couldn’t get an answer. He looked up to check, and no, she definitely wasn’t at her desk. 

He grabbed the phone again and started typing again, “Be preci—” before a knock rapped smartly at the door. He fumbled and dropped the phone, and it hit the carpet under his desk with a soft thump. He glanced once at the texting screen, once at the door, and clearing his throat, growled “Enter!”.

Manager Park’s face peeked in. She looked wary at his growl, and he could tell the older lady was confused. 

“Director-nim, may I talk to you about the fusion food campaign please?”

Ji Hyuk nodded tersely. While Manager Park came in, and prepared to sit, he took the chance to glance at his phone on the ground. It had landed face up, but the screen was disappointingly dark. Where was she and what was she doing?

“What do you think, Director-nim?”

He looked at Manager Park. There was a question? Had she already asked it?

“Er. Yes?” he hazarded. As guesses go, his chances of being right were 50-50. But if he said no, she might stay longer and he needed to get back to his phone and find Ji Won. 

“Really?” Manager Park’s face was confused. Ji Hyuk’s heart sunk. 

“We’ll go with what makes sense to you then, Manager Park. I trust you, and nowIhavetogopleaseexcuse me.”

Manager Park nodded uncertainly. Then she got up and turned to the door. Behind her Ji Hyuk dove under his desk to get the phone. To her shock he brushed past her, wrenched open the door and left before she could. She stared after him, watching his long strides eat up the space between the office and the elevators. She nodded in understanding. Director-nim was a busy man. 

Ji Hyuk leapt into the elevators and hit the button for the roof top. At the next floor some colleague got in. They exchanged quick nods. Ji Hyuk was quite proud of his civilized response. 

Then his phone buzzed and he peeked at it. A text. Ji Won. But he didn’t dare open it, not with someone else present. Not until he had some privacy to go apeshit crazy. The colleague got off and he sighed in relief. 

Finally, the doors opened for the rooftop and he stepped out into the weak winter sunshine. He looked around, and no one else was there. With trepidation, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. 

“It’s what you think it means.”

Goddamnit, woman!

He groaned and muttered into his hand. To say that his cock was throbbing would be an understatement. His entire body was paying attention. His heart raced, and he was sweating. He white-knuckled his phone and tried to battle the memories of her sweet, tender skin and how she had felt under his exploring fingers. During the session with her backless dress, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to reach forward and cup her. He’d spent a frantic 5 minutes after that in the shower, relieving himself while imagining the taste, color and mouth-watering perkiness of her nipples. What was she was doing to him? How was he supposed to respond? The physical intimacy of the past few weeks had been good, no phenomenal, with no sign of returning fears for her. But a good manager practiced cautious optimism. 

Then another awful thought occurred to him. What if other people knew? What if other men saw something? He went from sweaty hot to clammy cold. His fingers shook as he typed.

“Keep your jacket on…please.”

“Of course,” she said, right behind him. 

The phone fell from his numb fingers. Again. 

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Ji Won

She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his reaction. It was exactly what she had wanted, exactly how she imagined he would react when she hatched up her idea today. She’d been putting her tiny rosé studs on in the mirror this morning, and the long fluttering ribbons around her collar had floated just so around her breasts. Their weight was featherlight, and still she had felt them, even through the cups of her bra. Her nipples were extremely sensitive lately, and she knew exactly why. They had been aching, aching for Ji Hyuk’s hands on them. Even just thinking it made her tingle. 

Three date nights later, three long, breathless, make-out sessions later, and she was wondering how Ji Hyuk had so much self-control. Every time it was him who suggested they stop. Every time, she would agree demurely, reluctant to show how much she wanted him to keep going. She was feeling shy, feeling exposed, and he had been probably right to call it each time. Each time, she had been amazed at how different she felt from before. How much his desire and roaming hands didn’t make her want to freeze up and just escape. How the dim echoes of you frigid bitch never seemed to be connected to what Ji Hyuk and her did. The insults she had endured from her ex just did not seem to apply to their panting, heated lovemaking. Each time they had gone a bit further, from shoulders, to arms, to one unforgettable night involving the backless dress she had worn to her reunion. 

But it was now a month since they started dating and her body was officially starting to go haywire. The slightest brush against her own bra as she put it on, and she would whimper and think of Ji Hyuk’s hands on her. It got a bit ridiculous when she bumped into the edge of her table one night, and the radiating pain made her imagine his hand gripping her hips, and how his long, strong fingers might soothe the pain away. Deeply-ingrained restrictions made it hard for her to ask Ji Hyuk outright to do more, but perhaps there were other ways. And so, her foolhardy mind had cooked up this scheme, which, thankfully, just might be working. 

Ji Hyuk’s eyes were moving around and staring at everything except her. More precisely, he was studiously not examining her chest “area”. Ji Won wanted to laugh, if things weren’t quite so desperate. 

Ji Hyuk kept his eyes focused somewhere near her right ear. It was to her right earring that he directed his next words.

“Uhm…,” he waved vaguely in the direction of her jacket, “you have your jacket on. Good. Good.”

“Yes, I do. It’s a winter day and it gets cold up here.”

“Yes. Well,” Ji Hyuk seemed to be struggling for words. “Do you have anything else on?”

Ji Won couldn’t help it, she blushed, even though she’d told herself she’d be cool about seducing her own man. The bloom deepened on her cheeks and she clasped her cold hands to them, trying to tone it down. The heat kept going, and it seeped down, down her chest, warming her breasts, making the tips pulse and tingle as if Ji Hyuk had been caressing them already. But along with it came a rising excitement, an anticipation that she had never felt before. She wanted this. She wanted him. 

The intensity of that thought was surprising. But she felt it, she felt her ownership of her desire and the power that claiming it gave her. Previously, physical intimacy had been a thing the man wanted. Ji Won had never experiencing wanting it herself, for herself. The growing conviction that gave her made her straighten her spine and she slowly unclasped her cheeks. 

She took a step nearer to him, lifting her chin in an unconsciously seductive pose. Ji Hyuk was forced to look directly at her and he seemed mesmerized. Holding his eyes, she unbuttoned the two buttons holding her jacket together. She slipped the left side of her jacket down, and held it there, coquettishly showing nothing more than one shirt-clad shoulder. She glanced at it.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes darted to where she was looking, as she’d meant him to. At first he looked confused, then his widening eyes told her she’d made her point. The white shirt was slightly opaque, and in that opaque whiteness, she knew Ji Hyuk could see no bra strap. No whiter line bisected her shoulder. 

“Nghf. Grsn.” 

The sounds that escaped Ji Hyuk were the most delightful things Ji Won had ever heard from him. His jaw hung open, and he was working his throat to say something, but no human word escaped. 

She shrugged her jacket back on and buttoned it right back up. 

“Right, Director-nim. Time to get back to work. Can’t be slacking off during the day!” She peeked at his stunned face from under her eyelashes. 

Then she spun on one toe and sauntered back to the rooftop access door and to the elevators. Ji Hyuk didn’t move, and he didn’t follow her. 

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Ji Hyuk. 

He stared at his calendar. It was 4pm, and time for Marketing’s all-team meeting. She would be there. She, and her bold, seductive self, the one he had never met before this day. How was he going to get through the meeting without ogling her and creating an HR issue? Because, if any man even came near her today, he’d take them down, with violent pleasure. In fact, he almost wished it, just to have an outlet for this turbulence.

He was unaccustomed to this sense of irrational possessiveness. Something ferocious churned under his skin, and his hands fisted at idea of any other man coming close to her. Even on the judo mat he had never been like this. His fighting style had always been methodical, analytic, unrushed. 

As it was, he’d barely survived the day, and that was by studiously avoiding her, avoiding looking at her if she were nearby. But now, he had a meeting to chair, and she was PRESENTING the latest numbers. There was no escaping this one.

At 3.55pm, he stood up heavily. Gathering up his note pad (he never took a laptop, because it distracted him from the details), and pen, he resignedly made his way to the meeting room. Ji Won would be the death of him. When the disciplinary letter from HR came, he’d planned to just admit to everything and quit. Career, schmareer.

Because nothing,  nothing, was better than being seduced by Kang Ji Won. 

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[nevereclipse]

Harvey Specter – Clothing + Costume Design in Suits

So, a couple days ago, I made a post about this essay, and I've gotten a lot of requests to drop it, so... here it is.

Please be aware, this is decidedly NOT edited.

Harvey Specter is a pivotal character in the 2011 legal drama Suits. He often describes himself as the “best closer in [New York]” and is Jessica Pearson’s (the managing partner of Pearson Hardman, as of the Pilot episode) right hand man. During the shows Pilot, he is promoted from Junior Partner to Senior Partner, causing him to hire Mike Ross, a young, fraudulent attorney as his associate, creating the overarching plot of the show. Throughout the show, particularly in earlier seasons, Harvey is shown to be unfeeling and cold, constantly preaching about how he has no emotions, and, “…doesn’t care about [his] clients.” However, as the show progresses and his character develops, it’s eventually shown that he does care deeply about, “…the people [he] works with… the people [he] works for and… every one of [his] clients.” (As described by Jessica Pearson, during the Season 2 mock trial.)

In the early episodes of the show, Harvey frequently lectures Mike about the importance of dressing well and maintaining a respectable appearance. He insists that Mike buys some new suits before he begins working with Harvey at Pearson Hardman, saying that, “…people respond to the way [they] are dressed,” and that it is therefore important for them to always be dressed well. When Mike says that this suggests Harvey cares about him, he denies it, saying that Mike is simply a reflection of Harvey, and he, “…absolutely [cares] about [himself.]” Due to Harvey’s relentless pushing, Mike eventually gives in and buys new suits. However, the important of clothing in the show, is far from over, particularly in relation to Harvey’s character. Throughout the shows nine seasons, clothing is used to show Harvey’s relationships and emotional connections with other characters. This is demonstrated through how casual his clothing is, how ‘professional’ his attire, even down to the colour of his clothing. This is particularly obvious when looking at the characters of Zoe Lawford, Dana “Scottie” Scott, Dr Paula Agard, Mike Ross, and Donna Paulsen.

Zoe Lawford:

Zoe Lawford was Harvey’s first main love interest in the show. She worked at Pearson Hardman while Harvey was still and associate, where she worked in escrow and tax law. The pair developed feelings for each other, but ultimately nothing came of the relationship. However, in season 2 of Suits, Zoe is reintroduced as outside council during the Tanner lawsuit. Harvey convinces Jessica to hire her, despite Jessica being initially against the idea. As Zoe is Harvey’s first serious love interest, she is also one of the earliest examples of Harvey letting down his walls and showing emotionally vulnerability. Zoe’s character introduction takes place at a bar, during episode 7 of season 2. She and Harvey are playing pool together at said bar. During this scene, Harvey tries to recruit Zoe to come represent Pearson Hardman in the Tanner suit. Harvey is shown to be wearing a black crew neck top and dark jeans. This reveals the fact that Harvey already has an emotional connection with Zoe, due to their extensive romantic history. Both the casual attire and the dark/black colouring of Harvey’s outfit highlights the fact that he trusts Zoe. Additionally, Harvey is seeking Zoe out in a time of vulnerability, as he needs help with the Tanner suit, making the lack of a suit (Harvey’s ‘armour’) particularly important.

 Later in the season, Harvey and Zoe go on two dates. On the first date, Harvey arrives at Zoe’s apartment wearing a black suit jacket, and a button up shirt. However, unlike his usual formal attire, he isn’t wearing a tie, and the first few buttons are undone. This creates a more casual outfit, demonstrating Harvey’s trust in Zoe, and how he feels comfortable being more ‘relaxed’ around her. This is the first time that Harvey and Zoe sleep together, which is a major step for their relationship, as Harvey had been angling to sleep with her since she worked at the firm years ago. On this date, Harvey also meets Zoe’s niece, and ends up spending a significant amount of time with her in the evening. While this was an emotionally significant moment for Harvey, it is not the most important event in his relationship with Zoe, which is highlighted by the contrast in Harvey’s outfit between this date and his attempted second one.

Only a few days after their first date, Harvey once again shows up at Zoe’s apartment. This date, however, does not end as successfully as the last one. Harvey arrives with the intention of taking Zoe away on a weekend trip to his cabin in the Berkshires, however, she rejects him. Her brother is dying of cancer, and she must take over care of his kid, whom Harvey met on their previous date. Unfortunately, due to this, the relationship doesn’t progress past this. During this interaction, Harvey is once again wearing a partially undone button up shirt, however this one is made of a dark grey linen. He is also wearing an open black jacket, made of what looks like denim. This outfit is remarkably similar to the one he wore on the last date with the main difference being that it’s made of different materials. This reveals how, while both events are significant to Harvey and Zoe’s relationship, this one has a larger effect on Harvey himself. The outfit also highlights the lack of boundaries Harvey is setting between himself and Zoe and is showing the trust he is putting in her. Furthermore, Zoe’s rejection is an emotionally charged moment which upsets Harvey immensely. His clothing choices are used to show his emotional connection to Zoe, and further highlight the vulnerability his is showing by both engaging with her niece, and inviting her to go away with him, which ultimately ends in heartbreak.

Dana “Scottie” Scott:

 Dana “Scottie” Scott is Harvey’s next significant love interest. While she is introduced prior to Zoe, she doesn’t become a major interest until season 3. Scottie and Harvey were in the same class at Harvard Law where Harvey was 5th in his class, and Scottie was 1st. Due to this, throughout the show, they have an intense rivalry. Whenever the pair are working on the same suit, they have a rivals-with-benefits arrangement, something that started while they were still at Harvard. Scottie’s character is introduced in season 1, where she is the opposing council on a merger Harvey is working on. During her introduction, Harvey is seen to be wearing a black suit jacket, which is buttoned up. The black jacket indicates that he and Scottie have some history, and that there is already an emotional connection between them. However, the buttoned-up jacket can be considered a physical representation of Harvey’s refusal to emotionally open up to Scottie and keep their relationship purely physical and professional.

Scottie has been in love with Harvey since they were in law school together, something Harvey only realizes when Donna Paulsen, his secretary, outright tells him. When Scottie is reintroduced in Season 3, during the Pearson Darby merger, it is as a major love interest. When the Pearson Darby merger is dissolved, and replaced by Pearson Specter, Scottie is set to return to London, where she worked previously. However, Harvey, having realized and accepted that his is interested in her in a romantic way, as opposed to just physically, tries to get her to stay in Manhattan and work for him at Pearson Specter. He tells Scottie that, “…[he] wants [her] in [his] life,” and all but begs her to stay with him. During this pivotal conversation, Harvey is wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. It also takes place in his kitchen, adding another layer of emotional intimacy. The fact that Harvey is still in ‘professional’ attire further emphasizes how he, while breaking down some of his walls for Scottie, is still barricading himself to a degree. Nevertheless, this is still an important moment for Scottie and Harvey’s relationship and shows Harvey in a very emotionally vulnerable position.

Further into the relationship, Scottie and Harvey start having issues, because Harvey isn’t opening up to Scottie emotionally (a common theme in his relationships) and isn’t telling her the things she wants to know. During a particularly emotional moment, Scottie begs Harvey to start opening up to her, telling him that, “…[they] need to start being honest with each other,” and telling each other everything. Despite his protests, and the fact that he can’t tell Scottie about Mike’s fraud, Harvey promises that he will start opening up emotionally, and being honest with Scottie. During this encounter, Harvey is wearing a simple grey tee shirt. This is easily the most casual outfit Harvey is shown in for the entirety of season 3, which demonstrates how this is an incredibly important moment in Harvey and Scotties relationship.

Eventually, however, Scottie and Harvey’s relationship comes to an emotionally devastating end. Scottie, refusing to continue to be with Harvey when he is hiding things from her and not opening up to her, decides to leave both Harvey and Pearson Specter. Harvey, while knowing he won’t be able to change her mind, decides to tell her the truth about Mike, as his secret has been a key factor in the failure of Scottie and Harvey’s relationship. During this scene, Harvey is wearing a black suit and tie, with the jacket buttoned up. Black, being the colour of emotional intimacy in Harvey’s wardrobe, showcases how he is trying to tell Scottie the truth in a last-ditch attempt to get her to stay. He even goes to far as to tell her that he’s, “…tired of lying to the people [he loves].” Similarly, when Harvey talks to Scottie for the first time after their breakup for the first time, he is wearing practically the same suit. This highlights how his interaction with Scottie is emotionally charged, and Harvey is particularly vulnerable, as he is coming to Scottie to desperately request her help.

Dr Paula Agard:

Dr Paula Agard is both Harvey’s therapist during season 5, and his primary love interest in season 7. Harvey initially starts seeing her when he begins having panic attacks after Donna leaves his desk to go and work for Louis. She is prominently featured during season 5 as a clinical psychiatrist and talk therapist, and later returned to the show as a love interest in season 7. While she is ultimately helpful to helping Harvey overcome his panic attacks, and is a significant factor in his reconciliation with his mother, he ultimately stopped seeing her during season 6, presumably due to Mike’s trial and prison sentence.

The first time Paula is introduced is also one of the first times Harvey is shown to have a panic attack. After speaking with Donna, and all but receiving confirmation that she wouldn’t be leaving Louis and returning to him, he has a panic attack. Interspersed throughout this attack, are scenes of Harvey and Paula discussing it, and talking about what exactly caused it. During this scene, Harvey is being very open with Paula as he described the attack. He relates it to, “…feeling like [he] was under water,” and that he, “…couldn’t breathe,” and, “…couldn’t think.” As he discusses this, Harvey is wearing a dark black three-piece suit. The dark black represents Harvey’s emotional connection to Paula, which, when paired with the unbuttoned/open suit jacket, demonstrates how he is willing to open up emotionally to her. While there are more occasions of this occurring during Harvey’s time as a patient of Dr. Agard’s, I am going to focus further on his romantic relationship with her in season 7.

 The season 7 opening shows Harvey arriving at Paula’s house in an expensive car and asking her out on a date. While Paula is originally opposed to the idea, Harvey manages to convince her. He gives her a massive speech about how he has changed – he’s, “…reconnected with [his] mum… gotten [his] old associate back, and… became Managing Partner of [his] firm.” This speech is an important moment in their relationship, as it shows Paula how Harvey has emotionally matured since they last met, and that he is willing to be vulnerable around her, something he struggled with in his past two significant relationships. Whilst this is happening, Harvey again wears a black suit, further showcasing the use of black to show emotional vulnerability and trust in Harvey’s relationships.

Additionally, Paula is the first of Harvey’s romantic partners who he introduces to his mother. After his reconciliation with his mother, Harvey invites her to join him and Paula for dinner. This is an incredibly important moment for Harvey, as we are led to believe that Paula is the only romantic partner so far that Harvey has introduced to his mother. In this scene, Harvey once again wears a black suit, one that is immensely similar to the suit he wears when he breaks things off with Paula only a week or so later. Both suits have both black jackets and ties. The most significant difference between the suits, is that while at dinner, Harvey leaves his suit jacket unbuttoned, indicating that he is opening himself up to both Paula and his mother. Contrastingly, when Harvey breaks up with Paula, his jacket is buttoned up, showing that, through ending their relationship, he is closing himself off from her in any emotional or intimate capacity.

Finally, between these moments, Paula confronts Harvey about his relationship with Donna. During the dinner, Harvey’s mother thanked Paula for being the ultimate reason that Harvey chose reconciliation with her, not realizing that it was actually Donna who caused this. Due to her own traumas from past relationships, Paula confronted Harvey about this, and told him that he would need to choose between having her in his life, or having Donna. This conversation takes place almost directly after the dinner with Harvey’s mother. Harvey, interestingly, is the one who initiates this conversation, wishing to reassure Paula of the fact that, “… [she was] the special woman in [his] life now.” During this scene, Harvey has changed out of his black suit into a simple black sleep shirt. This shirt is remarkably similar to the one he wears during his ‘honesty conversation’ with Scottie, although this shirt is darker. Again, it represents how he is laying himself completely bare for Paula, and opening himself up to her emotionally in a way that he wouldn’t usually.

Mike Ross:

Mike Ross, a character almost as pivotal as Harvey himself. The premise of the entire show relies on Harvey and Mike’s relationship, and immediate connection with each other. Without their connection, Harvey would never have hired Mike whilst knowing he was a fraud, and there would be no show. While the pair never have an explicitly stated romance, they clearly share an extremely deep emotional connection, which could easily be seen as romantic. The first time Mike and Harvey meet, during the Pilot episode, Harvey is seen to be wearing a black suit. It’s extremely uncommon for Harvey to be wearing black when he first meets a character, as it is usually used to show his emotional connection to that person. This only serves to highlight the immediate and vital connection that Mike and Harvey have, which is drastically important to the show’s existence.

A significant moment in Mike and Harvey's relationship is when Harvey goes to Mike's apartment after his grandmother dies. The pair proceeds to get high together, and Harvey opens up to Mike about his childhood, and his relationship with his mother. This is a massive step for Harvey, as he usually is very secretive about his childhood, especially in regard to his mother and her infidelity. In this moment, Harvey is wearing a black suit jacket and a grey tie. The black jacket is unbuttoned and sitting open, representing Harvey’s openness and willingness to share personal information with Mike. Additionally, his tie is pulled loose, a noticeable difference to how put-together he usually is. Wearing or being seen in casual clothing, or simply taking off the ‘armor’ of his suits, is a significant indicator that Harvey has an emotional connection with someone and that he trusts them. Harvey’s unbuttoned jacket and undone tie reveal the deep trust that he has in Mike, even at such an early stage in their relationship.

During their time working together, Harvey and Mike fight frequently. Perhaps the most significant fight they have is when Mike ‘betrays’ Harvey after Jessica blackmails him. This ends with Harvey firing Mike, and all but saying that he’s dead to him. After this fight, Mike confronts Harvey in the lobby of Pearson Hardman. Harvey yells at Mike, expressing his hurt and betrayal as he tells him that he should’ve come to him about the threat. He declares that if anyone, “…comes at [him] with any threat at all,” he should tell Harvey, because “…that’s what goddamn loyalty is.” During this confrontation, Harvey is wearing a black suit jacket and tie. The jacket is buttoned up, effectively barricading Harvey from being emotionally vulnerable, or trusting of Mike. However, the dark colour suggests that there is still an emotional connection there, and that this is an important moment for both Harvey, and his relationship with Mike. Similarly, when Mike tells Harvey he’s leaving him to go work for Jonathan Sidwell, Harvey is wearing an almost identical suit. Harvey is visibly upset by this news, and the buttoned-up suit jacket can be seen as a physical representation of his attempt to ignore the pain he is in, due to Mike’s leaving. Additionally, during the entire showtime where Mike works at Sidwell Investment Group, Harvey isn't seen in casual clothes, a clear representation of the damage done to their relationship when Mike leaves Pearson Specter.

After finding out that Rachel cheated on him, Mike went to Harvey’s condo, seeking comfort. When Mike shows up, Harvey is wearing an untucked, partially unbuttoned shirt, and black trousers. The casual outfit demonstrates the connection between Mike and Harvey, as Harvey is the person Mike immediately went to when he needed support. Harvey is obviously trying to help Mike, and he uses their emotional connection to do so, which is shown through his clothing. Additionally, the next day, when Harvey is comforting Mike, and giving him advice on how to deal with the Rachel situation, he wears a black tie. During this scene, Harvey suggests that Mike goes home to Rachel, essentially closing himself off slightly from Mike, hence the grey suit. However, he ensures Mike that he can stay with him for longer if he needs, showing that he still wishes to help and comfort Mike, hence the dark black tie.

Mike going to prison is one of the most emotionally devastating things to happen to Harvey in the shows duration. During Mike's trial and the time he spent in jail, Harvey started having panic attacks again, something he had only been having while Donna had been working at Louis's desk. Mike's arrest sends Harvey into a desperate spiral of trying to keep him out of prison, and he is devastated when he realizes he 'failed' to do so, after Mike sacrificed himself. During one scene, Harvey tells Donna that Mike going to prison is, "…all [his] goddamn fault." As he speaks, he is in near tears and obviously distressed. In that moment, he is wearing a dark, unbuttoned black suit jacket, showing the emotional connection he has with both Mike and Donna. His shirt is also partially unbuttoned, which, paired with the unbuttoned jacket, demonstrates how he is opening himself up to the devastating emotions he's feeling in response to Mike's trip to prison. Finally, both Harvey's suits when he takes Mike to prison, and when he gets out, are all black, worn buttoned up to shield himself from the pain of losing what is probably the most important person in his life.

Donna Paulsen:

Donna Paulsen is Harvey’s final love interest. The pair met when Harvey was still working at the DA’s office, and Donna was still an aspiring actress. She quickly became one of the people Harvey trusted most, and has had a significant effect on his life, whether that be by simply helping him understand his emotions, or by urging him to reconnect with his mother. Harvey has gone so far as to say that he, “…can’t be [himself] without [her],” and refused to return to Gordon, Shmidt and Van Dyke (as it was known then) without Donna joining him. The pair has many ups and downs throughout the show, including Donna leaving Harvey to go work for Louis, Donna watching Harvey flit through lovers and partners and countless times where one has put themselves on the line for the other.

Throughout their time together at the DAs office, it is no secret that Harvey and Donna constantly flirt. Despite this, Donna refuses Harvey’s attempts to progress their relationship past flirting, due to the fact that she won’t sleep with someone she works with. Even later in the show, Donna tells Rachel Zane that once you cross that boundary, “…you can never go back.” However, in the brief moment between when Harvey leaves the DAs office and returns to Gordon, Shmidt and Van Dyke, he and Donna do sleep together. Harvey shows up to Donna’s apartment wearing with a white, partially unbuttoned shirt (with black pinstripes – noticeably very similar to the suit he wears in the Pilot) and a black suit jacket. While, for Harvey, “a serial womanizer” sex isn’t necessarily an emotional thing, it is still an important step in his relationship with Donna, one that he finds it near impossible to come back from.

When Donna returns to work for Harvey at Gordon, Schmidt, and Van Dyke, they vow that what happened “that night” can never happen again. However, Harvey never truly recovers from his feelings for Donna, only falling for her deeper. After a scare where Donna almost ended up in jail, she and Harvey spend time at her apartment together. Harvey opens up to Donna about how he doesn’t care if anyone loses faith in him, but, “…with [her] it’s different.” Right before he leaves, he tells Donna that he loves her. This is one of the few times in the show that Harvey has explicitly stated to a love interest that he loves them. While this is happening, Harvey is wearing a black three-piece suit, however, the suit jacket is removed, leaving only the vest and tie. Interestingly, for that entire episode, Harvey is shown almost exclusively in black, or mostly black suits. This is a clear demonstration of Harvey’s emotional connection with Donna, and how much he values having her in his life. Interestingly, in the scene where Harvey confesses his love for Donna, she is also wearing all black, in the same fashion as Harvey. This further demonstrates that the pair have an unbreakable bond, and that their emotional connection is reflected and shared equally.

However, due to his unwillingness to commit, Donna essentially rebuts Harvey, and leaves his desk to go work as Louis’s secretary. This triggers Harvey to start having panic attacks (and eventually see a psychiatrist) and leaves him feeling incredibly betrayed. During the moment where Donna informs Harvey of her decision to leave his desk, Harvey again wears an all-black suit, including a black pocket square. While at the start of the scene, Harvey is open and receptive to Donna, shown through his suit jacket being unbuttoned, when she tells him that she’s leaving him, he quickly fastens the jacket, highlighting his immediate desire to close himself off to her, because of this perceived “betrayal.”

Interestingly, the night Harvey finally makes the decision to commit himself to Donna, permanently, he isn’t wearing all black, instead he wears a dark grey suit with only a black tie. While his suit jacket is still unbuttoned (and he doesn’t stay in the suit for long) it is interesting to note the change in his attire, as opposed to how his connection to Donna is usually shown.

Throughout the duration of Suits, Harvey Specter has many relationships, both professional, romantic, and platonic. Many of these relationships overlap, progressing from one, to another, back to something else. However, the common denominator of these relationships, is that Harvey struggles to express himself emotionally. He even goes so far as to describe himself as “…emotionally unavailable,” even as early as season 2. Where Harvey cannot express how much he values, trusts or cares about a character, his clothing, the colouring of his suits, and how casual his outfits are, express this for him, time and time again. While there are examples of this with almost every character whom Harvey is close to, it is most clearly shown through Zoe, Scottie, Paula, Mike, and Donna.

*mic drop*

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[nanuk-the-bat]

Because I’m a sap, #50 for Trench/Darling for the kiss meme?

This was supposed to be sweet but then I listened to a couple of Trench’s hotline calls and this happened instead…

The locker room is empty at this hour. Mirroring his own gaze, his eyes won’t fully focus with his thoughts so frantic and disquieting, one picked up to be just as swiftly dropped. His eyes settle somewhere near the memory of a younger field agent, working a case, trekking across the Bible Belt in pursuit of another false lead. The flashes of years gone by. Wasted. Steel frames cover the cracks of time, the ravines time has carved into an older man’s flesh. The hollowness of his eyes drift to the greying hairs of his chin.

The universe keeps expanding. He never could keep up with it alone; he was always going to fall apart. They all fall apart in the end.

Fatigue hangs heavy on his eyelids. His tinnitus spikes until the roar of the ringing between his ears dies to a crackle, to a more familiar static hum ever present in the background of his thoughts, like a starving fireplace. Eating at his sanity. The Director has no time for weakness, so he splashes the trickle of red from his nose, his lips, and focuses on the tasks ahead, the Board’s demands, their garbled voices unpolluted by outside interference.

His management team needs him. A Director is never truly off the clock, so he will carry on.

He heaves his body back into the darkness of his suit jacket. The bruises of duty, the cracks of weakness hidden beneath. As his fastening fingers reach the topmost button of his collar, the locker room door creaks open.

The softness of Darling’s voice pokes through. Trench doesn’t have it in him to apologize. They stopped apologizing long ago, but something in Darling’s tone tells him that his Head of Research isn’t looking for a fight today.

A glance of acknowledgment, permission, an unspoken plea, they haven’t touched in years but in the span of a weary heartbeat, Darling’s arms are bracing him once more. As if they were made to bear him up, to shelter him from the on-coming storm sweeping the Bureau, as if nothing had bled between them to force them apart.

He can’t bear to brush him off.

Darling asked him something, he doesn’t remember, but he must have.

“Yes?”

“Marshall is concerned.”

“Is she now?” Trench’s lips tug up despite himself. “Marshall sent you in after me?”

Darling’s finger nails are digging into his shoulders. Afraid to let go? What’s left?

“Men’s room. I volunteered.” Darling smiles at him, eager and eclipsing for first time in forever before his arms relax to his sides.

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly, they shouldn’t be doing this. Darling can’t be trusted.

“Zach, you can’t keep—“

“I said,” Trench lowers his voice. “I’m fine.”

And for once Darling holds his tongue. Behind his owlish glasses, his glossy brown eyes lack for defiance.

“We will keep to the schedule.” Trench suppresses a cough. He’s still itching for a smoke “Understood?”

“…Yes.”

Darling isn’t standing there for nothing. His mind is always scheming. In pursuit of knowledge or subterfuge.

“Did Marshall need something else?”

“I know we’ve had our differences.” Darling huffs lightly, his thumbs fidgeting as he struggles to find the right words, “but I think I speak for everyone when I say, whatever happens, with all that’s happened, I don’t want to lose you…”

What can he possibly say that hasn’t already been spit?

Darling’s touch against his cheek is an apology in itself. It doesn’t change a damn thing, nor do his lips, so tender in their reprieve cradling his own. But every ache in his body and soul is forgotten for a singular moment. Every other scattered thought silenced in one last taste of love.

He opens his eyes in the absence of touch to words of assurance. To departure. To duty once more.

[writergirl2011]

Fun With Fics

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

(I got tagged a while back and just remembered, lol. I am using a random number generator to pick the fics for this)

Single Parenting 101.

Jaime knew he should allow her some privacy, but he couldn’t resist peeking at the phone to see the girl—Brienne’s daughter, who looked to be around eight or nine. She was also Renly Baratheon’s daughter as she was the spitting image of him, except for her eyes. Renly’s were a bluish-green, whereas this girl’s were just like her mother’s.

2. Christmas Wrapping.

Trust Renly to bring ultrasound pics on a boat outing.�� He probably had fifty copies in case he lost a few.

Renly plopped down beside her again and thrust them at her.  “Aren’t they gorgeous?”

Brienne stared at them, wishing she could think anything besides they look like alien life forms, what the hell.  Renly rattled on about 3D technology enabling them to get lifelike images, and didn’t she think that baby A—the girl—looked like Loras, while baby B—the boy—looked like he was going to have Renly’s chin?

3. Single Dad Dating 102.

Jaime held the door for Brienne as she walked into Martyn’s, then took her coat and was rewarded by the sight of the back of the blue blouse she’d changed into after Maggy was gone. The front, which all he’d seen because of the coat, was relatively modest, but dipped low in the back, revealing her back, covered with freckles.

He rather liked them.

4. they don't know about the things we do.

Jaime wonders if he should suggest that they finally tell people about them. It probably won’t deter Renly from trying to interfere with their lunches, but if they go public and Brienne puts her foot down, then maybe…

He won’t deny that he’s enjoyed the cat-and-mouse game of keeping their friends from finding out, but a growing part of him wants to be acknowledged as Brienne’s boyfriend.

5. you who know what love is.

Brienne Tarth would never be beautiful, or pretty, or even considered handsome. Despite the perfection of her dress, her looks remained as they always were. But after she made her curtsey to King Rhaegar and Queen Elia, both of whom smiled approvingly at her, she walked through the throng of people in the ballroom looking like a goddess, her strength coupled with her now evident femininity making her the love child of the Warrior and the Maiden.

6. Trust Me with You.

She lowered her hands and tried to work up the courage to ask if she could see him. But almost as if he heard her, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and dropped it to the floor. His fingers went to his vest and made quick work of the six buttons, then his tie. It wasn’t until he started unbuttoning his white dress shirt that Brienne noticed that his fingers were trembling.

7. and we could be enough.

Jaime turned to help with the task and a moment later, a snowball smacked him in the back of the head.

“Unfair, wench!” he shouted, but Brienne was not behind him as he thought.  He looked to see who might have done it, but the only person there was Sansa, smiling at him innocently with her hands tucked behind her back before she nodded and walked away.

Jaime supposed he deserved that.  He tried not to smile as he helped with the cleanup.

8. but no one knows it's only me.

It shouldn’t be possible. Jaime’s done a great deal of research in the eight years since he took over being the Librarian, and there’s never been a single instance of a superhero being able to use telekinesis by remote. Even Tyrion has to physically go to his location to be able to use his power, and he’s the most powerful telekinetic on record.

By the time she’s finished, Joanna’s face is deathly pale, her eyes are dull, and she sways on her feet. Jaime scoops her up and sits on the couch, holding her tightly.

9. Reprise.

The video starts with the usual hysterical screaming. Jaime stands there with a sad smile on his face as he waits for the fans to settle. Then he begins playing. He doesn’t try to do too much with it, doesn’t turn it into something wild or funky or discordant. He just stands there and plays her song, eyes lowered to his guitar as though he’s alone rather than in front of thousands of fans who are mostly silent as he plays, until the final note dies away and they scream in ecstasy.

Brienne struggles to breathe as she stares at the screen, now frozen on the enigmatic look on Jaime’s face after he raised his head to the crowd. She looks over at him now, and she knows he knows what she’s just seen.

10. there seems to have been some disturbance here.

“Is there a particular moment you want me to interrupt? Are they going for the traditional cloaking and vows to the Seven ceremony?”

Galladon snorts. “Of course not. That’s what Brienne wanted, but Hyle felt that that was too paganistic. They’re going for the modern revised Ceremony of the Seven.”

“So I should show up right after the septon asks if someone has an objection?” Might as well go for the most melodramatic moment of the whole ceremony.

LOL! Mostly the smaller stuff came up--let's hear it for the random number generator! I think the links work. If all else fails, you can find me at cardinalgirl75 on AO3.

[lolitastories]

————-Maybe———

Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 1:

“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.

“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.

“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.

“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”

“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.

“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”

“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”

“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.

“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.

“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.

“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.

“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.

“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.

“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.

“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her

“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.

I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.

“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face

“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.

“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.

“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.

“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs

“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.

“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words

“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.

“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”

“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.

“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”

“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.

“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”

“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.

“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.

After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.

“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”

“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”

“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.

I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.

A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.

I hope y’all enjoy.

[daddynattt]

For detective Natasha I see her more as a secretive person just like her original self. Maybe a little more secretive. She really doesn't trust people and likes to keep herself reserved.

She loves to go to the Cafe that's in the city and order a Carmel latte or a mocha latte. She'd always order a Blackberry muffin with her drink before leaving. I feel like she'd either drive an Audi Rs5 or a Chevrolet Camaro. If it was an Audi Rs5 it'd definitely be a dark red and if it was a Chevrolet Camaro definitely black. Even though she's a detective she loves her cars. She usually keeps her detective stuff in the back of her car or in the trunk.

If there's a huge crime scene she's the one that always gets called. If there were multiple murders in the same place she'd be there. She's the best detective in the state and would do absolutely anything to catch the bad guy even if it meant going undercover.

She prefers wearing suits rather than dresses. She doesn't mind wearing dresses but she'd rather wear suits. She loves to wear men's suits because she feels like they fit her better than women's suits. Sometimes she'd have a couple buttons undone while other times she'd wear a tie. She definitely wears a watch and a couple rings. Her casual clothes would definitely be jeans, a shirt (preferably black, red or white) and a leather jacket (of course 😏). She mostly has her hair in a half bun if she has short hair. But if she has long hair it'd be in a French braid, messy bun or a ponytail. Her go to food is obviously peanut butter and jelly.

In her free time she'd go to a bar and have some drinks. Or she'd stay home and make dinner while watching TV. If she had a long and stressful day she'd smoke while drinking a glass of beer or vodka while listening to the neighbors fight.

-Variant Anon

jesus christ variant anon Detective Natasha sounds absolutely delicious 🤤 chefs kiss. she definitely wears suits and looks damn good wearing them.

i’m having thoughts of her being undercover on some case trying to get information on something or someone that they have been on for a little while, but it’s okay because she’s the best detective so she’s got this. cue in Reader who is at the scene (something public idk maybe a bar or a party, nothing too crazy) Reader has this inviting personality that makes everyone in the room interested. Reader catches Natasha’s interest and they start to chat. They’re having a drink, laughing it up, Natasha is trying to fit in with the crowd might i add as she’s undercover. she’s wearing her casual clothes, and has got her rings on of course. the smell of her cologne instantly hits your nose if you walk past her. she sees someone a little suspicious that she may think is someone they’re looking for. A fight goes down and Natasha gets in the middle of it somehow. I’m just picturing Natasha throwing a nasty punch at this person and Reader is just standing there shocked but absolutely smitten seeing this go down, especially with Natashas muscles because she had ended up taking off her leather jacket because she got hot. but Natasha has to get out of there asap and call her people to deal with the situation so she parts from Reader for now. this is where my head went 😂 but please share more thoughts with Detective Natasha 😍

[twsted-princess]

08, 13, 05, 19, for James, Petva and Metaron

Absolutely!!

05.     closet.

Lots of button down shirts. Pants in shades of browns, deep blues and blacks. Some gym wear (tank tops and sweatpants) and suits for school and dates. Then some pajamas and any clothes Ambrose gave him. You will have to buy his graphic tees or anything normal.

08.     wallet.

Money and a key to his room along with a picture of Carol

13.     to do list. *Check on Percy (his horse) * Take a jog * Text Melanie * Go to the bakery for Mr. Ambrose * Help Fabio

19.     five most recent in contact list. 

1. Melanie

2. Carol

3. Yun (@terrovaniadorm)

4. Edgar (Also terrovaniadorm)

5. Lyon (@rookvonhunt)

05.     closet.

Graphic tees and pants, jackets, some sherwani and dhoti from home and pajama pants.

08.     wallet.

They don't have any. Do you want to trust them with money? No.

13.     to do list. Doesn't really have one except get food, track team stuff and fight whoever make them got em into the mood that time

19.     five most recent in contact list.

1. Regina (she has them on block)

2. Lyla/Jin-Lou

3. Forte

4. Bengal

5. Melanie

05.     closet.

The basic stuff. Different shirts and pants, jackets for school and formal and some.........choice pieces Kira bought him as gifts that he only wears in Dreamystar

08.     wallet.

Money, his school id, a photo of Kira in case he loses them, gum for himself and candy for Kira (that he might eat)

13.     to do list. *Check on Kira's homework * Get Dean's coffee (and only get coffee for himself) * Talk to Nanoya * Workout * Help Kira with the Adventure Club's schedule

19.     five most recent in contact list. 

1. Kira

2. Nanoya

3. Rubina

4. Mia (@multydoodles)

5. Ribi

[hughiecampbelle]

hii ! how are you? just wanted to say that i absolutely love your works, they're just so so good and congrats on 8k !! And I was wondering if it would be ok to request for a ship and/or a ship aesthetic? hope you have a great day :)

My pronouns are she/her and i'm queer (still trying to figure the whole sexuality bit out).

I'm 5'4" ish so I wear a lot of platform mary-janes but still have a preference for my beat up white adidas. I have long brown hair with curtain bangs, and it's kind of in between curly and wavy. I have green eyes and have to wear glasses for long distance stuff or my computer. I can usually get really tan due to my latino heritage but I currently live in an extremely rainy country that has made me insanely pale. I also have freckles over the bridge of my nose and a kind of round face.

I love reading, writing, painting, watching movies/tv shows, editing and hiking.

I'm technically an extrovert but by nature I'm more of an ambivert, so I can get along with huge groups of people or just spend days on end watching movies alone in my house.

Generally my favorite genres of anything are sci-fi, horror, anything period piece but not with a huge amount of romance and crime/procedural.

My favorite music really depends on my mood at that moment: soundtrack, punk, 80s hits and kind of ethereal music are some of my top genres. Currently my favorite artists consist of FINNEAS, Weyes Blood, Ethel Cain, Kate Bush, Hole, The Police and Men I Trust.

My dream careers are either psychologist, something in business (but definitely not finance) or film (director or producer preferably).

I have a guilty pleasure of watching and reading anything business related any time I get bored. (hence the succession obsession)

My fashion sense kind of consists of suit trousers, button-downs (oversized preferably), long leather jackets, anything black lace or silk, platform shoes, flowy dresses and vintage stuff.

Aesthetic wise I really don't like to pin it down to just one thing but recently I've very much been into kind of grunge with a side of preppy. Some of my fav motifs (??) atm are runway clothes, red, orchids and film photos.

oh my god that's a lot sorry. procrastinating falling back into the depths of studying anyways love your acc and tysm.

Power Couple x Shiv Roy

Omg y'all would be so cute together!!!! Thank you do much my love, you're a gem!!!! I hope the studying is going okay!!! And I really hope you like your ship!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 26 December 1832

8 20

12 10

fine morning F48 ½° at 8 ½ a.m. breakfast with Marian at 9 50 till 10 ¾ - then near an hour with my aunt – out at 11 ¾ - Pickles not at the stubbing in Wellroyde brow – John had been earthing up holly hedge along west slope of walk – had got up the great hazel at the top of the calf croft – told him where to put it – with James S- and William Green and John trying to get it into the sledge till 1 – too much for us – to get more force after dinner (told John I would send his daughter Charlotte to school and try what I could do for afterwards) and at 1 ¼ off from the hut to Lidgate - Miss W- out - walked towards Crownest the old road and met her - returned - sat by her the 12 minutes while she dined - about 3 walk her to Whitehall and back and then sat with her till 6 ¼ - better today talked till I had half persuaded her to say a serious yes and go with me    her scruples seem abated   grubbled her after our walk she saying nothing for or against it but seeming not very anxious about my ceasing this sort of care for her    talked of keeping on Lidgate for us to return to    of her going to York and Langton and our being of[f] on the last day of next month  had before said if her answer was no she might go with me to London    which seemed to please her   she said she had been looking at the first note she ever had from me which she had carefully kept and it was dated    the seventh November 1828  this date seemed to have made a great impression on her in fact tonight she was quite inclined for going and seemed to think more seriously of her word and the tie between us    but I attached in reality no importance to all this   well knowing that tomorrow she might be all on the other side [of] the question home at 6 ½ - dinner at 6 55 - afterwards wrote 3 pages and ends and first page crossed to M- said it was odd enough but I had not written to Mr Kinnersley having waited to hear from her M- whether the man objected to take £20 including washing and whether he would wait a few weeks for my place - thought I should not want him before the 30th of next month but considering what M- said (that he would now have been living with them but for proximity to Clough hall) and that not much good was to be expected from Mr K-s’ answer I would wave writing to him, and would engage Thomas Beech from 30 January next - might want him sooner but if not so soon would allow him board wages 12/. a week from 30th January - she must make him understand that he must make no difficulties, take the place as he found it, and do what I told him - should be much obliged to get him an undress suit, Oxford-mixture jacket and waistcoat and plush breeches and plain yellow buttons which would do till I got to London Strongitharm having my dries and furnishing me with buttons - would pay M- for the livery and things from Leamington when we met - sorry for her trouble in parting with all her under women servants - would she have any objection to try Martha Booth as kitchen girl? thought she might suit her - had not mentioned it to anyone, so M- might think of it or not, as she liked - asked when they were to be at Leamington - ‘I fancy myself looking much better than when you saw me last - I am fatter, stronger, and happier - much of my former buoyancy of spirit is returned, and I have much positive enjoyment - reason has at last prevailed, and I am mistaken if you do not soon blot me out from your list of the dissatisfied - Everything seems to go well with me, for, tho’ I have no gold mine, I feel that I shall work thro’ my inconveniences, and have little cause to regret what I have done - there will be no further nonsense I trust, about my walk - it is not a good walkable path, and I mean to give one of the men now working for me so much a year to keep it in order - In fact, I hope I shall leave all my concerns more satisfactory than I have ever done before - I have lately been much pleased with some business like attentions from people upon whom I had no claim - I seem to have established myself a character at least respectable - I see, and feel, that I have nothing to complain of, and all I am now anxious about is to wind up my concerns and be on the wide world again - God bless you Mary! May every good attend you - may be happy in whatever way is best suited to your taste and believe me always very especially and entirely yours AL’ – sent off by John at 8 55 my letter to M- ‘Lawton hall Lawton Cheshire’ wrote out the whole of yesterday and first 8 lines of today and went into the other room at 9 ¾ - Antwerp surrendered unconditionally on the24th instant (Monday) – my aunt went to bed at 10 35 and I staid down and wrote all but the first 8 lines of today till 11 10 – fine day – F48° now at 11 ½ p.m.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #19 - Fanfic Friday #3

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction, posted daily and usually written with the intention of being terrible… in an endearing way. Please enjoy these continuing adventures in The Good Place.

Tahani Al-Jamil stood poised over the test-room control panel, wearing her navy blue tailored suit and treasured peacock-patterned bow tie. As soon as Vicky gave the go-ahead, she’d pull the lever and her very first solo design would go into motion. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead. Maybe this was biting off more than she could chew.

The green light went on. It was time. “Here we go,” Tahani said quietly as she activated the test.

On the viewing screen, the set sprang to life - a perfect replica of the oval office (and Tahani should know, since she’d been invited there thrice and visited once). But the human seated behind the desk didn’t seem very animated at all. She double-checked all her knobs and switches - they were set exactly as they were supposed to be.

She zoomed in on the monitor. “Ah…” she said to herself. “He must have died in his sleep.” She held her finger on the button next to the microphone. “Glenn, would you please wake him?”

“No problem,” the bespectacled demon replied from just outside the door to the oval office. “Would you like a sudden, startling kind of thing? Or should I wake him gently, like with a lullabye? Wait, lullabies make humans go to sleep. Sorry, forget that. Maybe I could brew some coffee and hold it under his nose?”

Tahani hesitated before replying. “Just… do what you think is best, Glenn. I trust you.” She let go of the button.

“Thanks Tahani.” Glenn burst into the oval office, screaming at the top of his lungs and flailing his arms in the air. “MR. PRESIDENT, MR. PRESIDENT! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

The president jolted awake in his seat and looked around, panicked and confused. “Where am I?”

“The Soviet Union has unleashed a nuclear assault on the United States! What do we do?!?”

“Goddammit, I’ve made this very clear! We strike back!”

“But…” Glenn stammered. “But that’ll kill millions!”

“What do I care? They’re not Americans.” The president got up, adjusted the collar of his jacket, and began hobbling toward the exit. “Come on, boy, to the bomb shelter!”

“Humanity could go extinct!”

“What the hell are you arguing with me, for? Stay up here and get yourself killed for all I care.”

“But the innocents -”

“It’s like I said, boy, it’s like I say every damn day! Fork ‘em!”

Tahani put her hand over her face. “Oh, no.”

The president paused in his gait. “Why can’t I say fork?”

Tahani shut off the test. “Sorry, everyone. False start.”

“Tahani…” Glenn said, “This may not be my place to comment, but are you sure this is the best approach? It seems… simple.”

“Glenn’s right.” Vicky’s voice projected into the room. “This isn’t up to your normal standard, Tahani. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Of course I am!” she replied, reflexively and defensively.

“You know it’s still very impressive for a human to have put all this together.”

“I will impress without the need to qualify that it is good for a human. Give me some time to take this back to the drawing board.”

“You can have all the time you want, but eventually someone is going to scoop up the Kissenger file. I know you’ve had your heart set on it, but I’m going to have to let someone else take a crack at it if you can’t handle the pressure.”

“I can! Undoubtedly, I can! I’m just in a… sophomore slump. Like my old friend Leo when he hit fifty and had to stop dating college freshmen and start dating sophomores.”

“Maybe you should just take an easier one in the meantime? Chidi is still up for grabs.”

Tahani double-took. “Chidi?”

Michael and Janet appeared behind Tahani and she turned around to greet them.

“Oh, my goodness! It’s been so long!” She speedwalked over and hugged them tightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“An emergency.” Michael replied, his voice cracking. “To an emergency you owe the pleasure.”

Janet continued Michael’s message. “Departed human souls are returning to the afterlife, their memories reset to who they were when they died.”

“So, two things:” Michael said. “We don’t know why they’re coming back, and we don’t know how we’re going to handle the increase in test volume. Oh! And we don’t know how quickly they’ll keep coming back.” He swallowed loudly. “That’s… that’s three things.”

Janet smiled. “We need your help, Tahani.”

Tahani laughed nervously. “I’d be delighted to!”

Meanwhile, through the sparkling green door around the corner, Eleanor and Chidi snuck into the room.

[syntheticavenger]

movement

I made this one so easy but can you guess the trope? Trying something a little different but we'll see where this goes with Troubled Tropes.

Soft Dark! Tyler Rake x Female Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of past sex, abduction, language.

Summary | High profile jobs are the hardest to leave.

Fingers flex against the steering wheel, the non-stop rain pattering on the windshield that hits so loudly that it almost covers up the sound of your quiet sobs. The backseat is in disarray, papers blanketing the seats from your fury of trying to find the burner phone that was supposedly tucked under the seat. 

It’s only moments now until he arrives. Until they arrive, to interview you, remind you of the reason you’re here and bring you back to the place you left once already. 

Twice.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Their patience would be something to commend if you were not on the other side of it, reaching with a shaky hand to press in the start button for the engine, hearing it attempt to turn over before reminding yourself to stay calm.

That’s the first paragraph of your handbook, your training that you spend weeks to learn. Keeping calm means seeing the cracks in your sanity before it explodes. The gun on the passenger seat is the only thing you can focus on, knowing it’s loaded with one bullet and Russian Roulette has never been your favorite game.

Your phone vibrates again, another number appearing on the screen before it disappears and then another follows. There are multiple trackers inside the car – some you’ve found and others you know you never will.

When the next number appears, it’s one you know, one that you trusted once before.

“This mission,” the female robotic voice on the other end speaks when you answer. “Cannot fail.”

“I quit.”

Your reply is shaky but enough for you to get a boost of adrenaline at the sound of the voice.

“This mission cannot fail. Authorities are en route to your location. Please remain calm. Your cooperation is most appreciated.”

Authorities is a stretch from what you’ve learned.

Pressing on the brake and pushing start again, the vehicle roars to life, giving you a sense of hopefulness before you accelerate.

-

“Mr. Rake,” the hotel manager greets, his hands behind his back. “I’m afraid there is a matter I must make you aware of.”

The guests at his table turn their head, Tyler wiping his mouth with a napkin before he nods for the manager to continue, who hesitates for a moment with the men who are also staring.

“Are you sure, Sir?”

“Anything you can say to me, they are allowed to hear, I assure you,” Tyler coaxes. “Please. As you were saying?”

“I just received word that your wife has gone missing from your hotel suite.”

Tyler nods, taking a sip of his drink.

“For how long?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. She went up there for a turndown service and reported back to me immediately.”

The hotel manager watches Tyler open an app on his phone, raising an eyebrow while his fingers move quickly on the keyboard, sending a message before placing his phone back into his suit jacket.

“I appreciate the update. She’ll be back soon.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Nodding to the men at the table, he stands.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to retrieve something rather precious. I’ll be back soon.”

Excusing himself from the table, he laughs to himself, shaking his head at the news before making another phone call.

“Prep the room,” he says, heading toward his car. “Make sure she has her favorite dinner prepared.”

-

The car is deadweight, sitting on the side of the road while you wait for the inevitable. It’s almost laughable now, seeing the city limit sign a mere few feet in front of you. It’s a game that you know he likes to play – giving you a false sense of hope. Going back means reliving every move you’ve made on camera. The itemized list of charges that will be read against you will also include your contract, the vows you’ve made when you promised to uphold the job.

You laugh when you think about it, a simple smile before you accept your fate. It isn’t a job anymore. You have to wonder if it ever was. Stakeouts were late – even later than you ever questioned to the point of lack of sleep and loose words meant sharing more than you ever wanted. Your hopes and dreams, meted out under the night sky and coffee in thermos cups to a job offer you couldn’t refuse.

The lights from the car behind you are blinding, your defeat well on your face when you hear the door close, footsteps approaching. The dead car you’re in now springs to life but you know better – the accelerator isn’t operable and for a moment, you list your head to the side, seeing the familiar face you used to see in your dreams.

And now in your nightmares.

When the door opens, the cold air and rain hits  your skin, your eyes on one thing.

The ring between his fingers is within reach, Tyler slipping it on your finger.

“Mrs. Rake, we simply have to do something about your running away. You should know that I’m everywhere,” Tyler reminds you with a slight shake of his head. “You signed a contract, remember?”

“You know as well as I do that it wasn’t real.”

“Oh, it’s real. You needed nurturing. You were a sad little case, telling me your sob stories, hmm? And I made it all go away. You liked the wedding, you liked the attention.”

“It wasn’t real,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Real enough for you to play along. Real enough for you never take off that ring. Admit it. You like the chase, the retrieval and how I ease that ache that spreads between your legs and to your belly.”

His fingers slide down to the juncture of your thighs.

“No one can fuck you the way I can. That’s why you run. Addiction hurts, baby. I know it does. But loneliness hurts worse.”

“I quit.”

“You sure did, baby. That’s why you’re mine now. Who needs a work wife when I have a real one?”