#harvey making me swoon as always

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Hello!! I love your posts! Are there any physical or emotional attributes that the bachelors love about you? Can be nsfw, or sfw, whatever you want! No pressure❤️

!! what the bachelors love about you

contains ; some nsfw! fluff. suggestive. fem!farmer. minor desc of reader (very very brief appearances). facial. reader is hinted at being fairly social or enthusiastic. smut (harvey & shane). reader wears makeup. not proofread.

note ; i really tried to make this entirely sfw but i couldn’t help myself i’m so sorry 😭😭

harvey.

- there isn’t one thing this man can pick that he loves most about you.

- ever since he first met you, he always found you so beautiful, and when he got to know you he’s never fell more in love.

- so picking a favorite? that’s hard.

- there’s parts of you he enjoys some days more then others. but that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy them all the time.

- like, you could just be casually talking to him and he can’t help but think, “her eyes look so beautiful today.”

- it’s not like he hasn’t noticed how pretty your eyes looked before, he just really noticed how pretty they look right now.

- but if he had a feature of yours he’ll never get enough of, no matter how many times he gets to see them, feel them—

- it’ll have to be your hands.

- your slightly calloused palms from your hours of farm work. you keep your hands clean any time you have the chance, washing and rubbing lotion on them.

- how no matter how much you work with them, they’ll still be soft to the touch when he gets to hold them.

- lacing your fingers together, quietly humming about your day and it might look like he isn’t paying attention bc his eyes are glued to your fingers.

- when you softly run your palm down his arm, squeezing his shoulder and leaning up for a kiss.

- when you cup your hands around his cheeks just to gaze into his eyes.

- he can’t help but feel a little sorrow when he’s at work, and he reminds himself of the fact that your hands aren’t in his.

- it’s such a subtle display of affection,

- yet it’s his absolute favorite. he can’t get enough.

- another one is when you say his name.

- it makes his attention perk in a way that doesn’t really work coming from anyone else.

- don’t get me wrong, he loves when you call him petnames, like, “baby,” “sweetheart,” or “honey.”

- they’re so domestic, it makes him swoon when he gets to remember the fact that he’s all yours.

- but when you say his name,

- ugh.

- it just reminds him of a time when you weren’t dating yet.

- when he’d spend his days and nights pining after you, thinking about you constantly with red flush heating his cheeks.

- where he would spend hours of the day wondering when you’d walk in to take up his time, and when he’d get sad if he didn’t get to hear a chipper, “harvey!” from your familiar octave bursting through the door.

- there’s nothing like it.

- when you’d so sweetly ask if he needed any help, tapping on a “harvey?” at the end so he could really melt in your hold.

- idk, it just does something to him.

- once he heard you say his name, he never wanted to hear his name any other way again.

- which also adds intoooo🥁🥁

- how you moan. (🎉🥳)

- sorry, i had to.

- it’s an insane confidence booster.

- when he buries his head into the crook of your neck, his ear just over your mouth so he can hear and feel every pant that leaves your lips.

- it’s like, he’s not even doing that much. just moving at a rhythmic pace, one that’s at the perfect speed for the both of you,

- and every time his hips meet yours, you can’t help but exhale a short, high-pitched moan.

- but that’s nothing compared to when he eats u out.

- it’s a completely different kind of pleasure,

- for you and him.

- when your head’s thrown back, fingers tight around his fluffy dark strands and you’re just so fucking loud.

- when your breaths stutter and your back starts to arch,

- and all you can get out is a weak, “fuck, harvey—“

- he’s finished.

- & so are u lol.

sam.

- another man who’s not picky.

- he’s already a pretty carefree person. super go with the flow.

- a himbo, if you will.

- and he’s so cute. i feel like there’s just air wafting around in his mind at all times.

- so whenever you’re in his presence, or he even just catches a glimpse of you, he’s like, “my girlfriend!!!”

- not a thought beyond those eyes besides you.

- he just loves your lips.

- how they move when you talk, how they curl when you’re mad, how they pout when you’re sad.

- how you use them against his, whether you’re making out with him, or just planting a gentle kiss to his temple.

- they’re so soft, and perfect. always so moist from your chapstick.

- and they’re just so pretty too. you’ll catch him staring all the time.

- he’s the type to want to kiss you goodbye, and then say “one more,” about a thousand times.

- he’ll find you all the way across the farm just to kiss you.

- HE’LL WALK A MILE JUST FOR A SINGULAR KISS.

- for this next one, i feel like i need to explain myself a little.

- he loves when you’re sick.

- HEAR ME OUT!

- no, he doesn’t love when you’re doubled over in discomfort, nose stuffy, head achy. he doesn’t like that aspect.

- but he does like the aspect that puts him in charge of you.

- as a man with a lot of allergies, he’s no stranger getting sick.

- which, as he’s gotten older, he’s more used to taking care of himself, and knowing what his body needs to heal.

- but that doesn’t stop you from caring of him, making sure he feels better.

- so on the rarer occasions when you get sick, he gets to pay you back.

- he gets to pamper you, do all of your work for you, cook (order food) for you.

- and when you’re bedridden, he gets to sit by your side, rubbing your sore muscles and keeping you company.

- it’s even better if you’re kinda stubborn, all, “i can take care of myself 😒” until you’re attempting to do your chores before sorta collapsing on the ground.

- and he won’t “i told you so” all in your face, but he does kinda give you a look that‘ll pretty much say it all.

- like, 🙂

- he just gets to grin and go back to taking care of you.

- finally, he loves how you comfort him.

- he’s not afraid to be emotional. if he has to cry, he’s gonna cry lmfao.

- he doesn’t cry too often, he’s usually really optimistic. but when it comes to seeing people he loves all sad, he can’t help it.

- like, if vincent were to come up to him and ask him about his dad, and if he’s ever coming home;

- that always makes him so sad. bc as much as he wants to, he can’t really give vincent a straight answer.

- he loves that he doesn’t even really have to say anything to you for you to realize he’s sad.

- his head hangs a little low, and just by one look you can tell all he needs is a hug.

- that means everything to him.

- when you just pull him into your chest, running your hand through his hair and up and down his back while he quietly sobs against you.

- if he didn’t think he could love you more…

shane.

- ur his sunshine.

- whatever your personality is, you guys could be so similar, and you’re still his sunshine.

- whatever u do, no matter what, you’ll always light up his day. and he loves u very much for that.

- he might not be the most expressive verbally, but he’ll definitely show you with smaller gestures.

- a small kiss on your cheek, resting his chin on your shoulder while you stand at the stove.

- and he’ll latch onto you as you try to get out of bed in the morning, pretending to be asleep while you struggle to leave.

- his favorite thing about you is how you smell.

- listen. when you’re in love with someone, their  pheromones become addicting.

- like, yes you’ve been working on the farm all day. yes you’re all sweaty. yes you need to shower but does he care? absolutely not.

- “how was your day?” he’s already leaning into the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw and ignoring the way you whine.

- “shaaane, i’m so dirty.”

- oh but…he loves it.

- “never bothered me.” he just shrugs, smirking like a bastard before pulling you in for a kiss.

- that earthy scent of yours that just reminds him of what makes him so comfortable.

- don’t even get me started on after u take a shower.

- ur all clean, your hair is all wet. you look so pretty, and you smell amazing😭😭

- you just always smell so good to him. he’ll become intoxicated just by burying his face in your hair sometimes.

- he loves the way you look at him.

- it’s such a subtle thing for him to find one of his favorites about you,

- but he still loves it.

- when you’re just intently listening to him talk about his lousy day, your gaze is glued to his, head nodding along.

- you could be doing something else while he’s talking, but it still looks like he’s your main focus.

- and when he pauses, you’ll quickly mumble, “then what happened?”

- you’re so good at maintaining eye contact with him, it makes him lose his train of thought sometimes.

- he might just stutter, and then give up all together if you continue.

- also…

- they way u look up at him when ur…yea.

- big, wide eyes that gaze up so softly. your eyebrows pinched, mouth wide taking him entirely.

- he groans a little, and you don’t even have to do much if you just keep looking at him like that.

- “good fucking girl, yeah, that feels so good,”

- his jaw is slack, own eyebrows threaded while your hand wraps around the part of his length you can’t quite reach.

- he doesn’t last that long.

- pretty quickly he’s cumming on your face, making sure to get a little on your pretty, fluffy eyelashes.

sebastian.

- your teeth.

- lol.

- when he first met you, he instantly clicked that you had a nice smile.

- the way you grinned at meeting someone like him kinda just stuck with him.

- like, what was so exciting? why are you that excited?

- needless to say, he kept thinking about it.

- once you started hanging out a bit more, and eventually started dating, he got to see you smile much more often.

- especially when you hung out with sam around, and he was able to make you laugh, it was like music to his ears.

- he made it a silent goal to always see you smile.

- it sounds weird, i know, but he just loves the way your teeth look when you smile that big.

- the way your cheeks plump up, and your eyes squint a little. he’s just obsessed.

- your smile makes him smile, y’know?

- he also loves how you talk.

- it’s so quick, and when you get all excited over something your words start to jumble and not make much sense.

- but you don’t even realize it, so you’re continuing to spew word-vomit until you finally calm yourself down (with a little smile.)

- and he can listen to it all day.

- his favorite thing in the world is when you come home with a new story to tell,

- bc then he gets to sit there, watching your limbs characteristically fly about as you explain.

- and you keep backtracking, like, “wait i forgot to say that—“ and “oops, that actually happened before that,”

- it just makes him smile.

- no, he doesn’t really understand what’s going on. but it’s still entertaining.

- lastly, he loves your cooking.

- you’re not some gourmet chef or anything, but you do know how to follow a recipe.

- he’s a pretty straightforward guy.

- he knows what he wants and what he likes. yet somehow, when you’re cooking something new, he can’t help but be excited.

- the real cherry on top is when you spent the day with robin once,

- and she ended up teaching you her recipe for pumpkin soup.

- he was nearly speechless when you handed him a freshly made bowl, one just like his mom would make.

- he definitely fell in love with you all over again.

alex.

- he’s a simple man, i’m afraid.

- …he likes ur ass.

- smacking it, squeezing it, overall just looking at it whenever you walk past.

- whenever you pull him in for a kiss, his hands are falling down to your ass and giving you a gentle squeeze to raise you to your toes.

- he literally doesn’t care if it’s big, or small, or anything. as long as you have one, he’s absolutely fine.

- a simple man, i said.

- like, wear just underwear and a t-shirt around him and he’ll lose his mind. trust.

- he’s an absolute sucker for makeup.

- yes, of course he loves when you’re comfortable enough to walk around bare-faced with him. maybe even a goopy face mask over your skin.

- he thinks you look beautiful either way.

- but he swoons a little whenever he sees you all nice and dolled up, especially on nights that he planned to take you out.

- it’s like you put in extra effort to make yourself look extra nice, not necessarily for him, but he likes recognize the fact that his plans made you dress up like this.

- he’s just like, “aw, you look so pretty, baby.”

- also loves when u kiss him while wearing lipstick. he won’t wipe it off.

- his favorite though, his all time favorite…?

- how you treat evelyn and george.

- like they’re not just in-laws you have to get to know just bc ur married to their grandson.

- you treat them they’re your own family.

- you’re so sweet, and patient. especially with george.

- sometimes before you were married, he’d come home to the fresh smell of cookies in the oven (something that was pretty common) but then he’d see you listening to evelyn’s feedback so intently.

- and you’d cheerfully hand him a cookie, like, “look what granny taught me! does it taste good?”

- ofc it tastes good. the two most important women in his life made it just for him.

- it kinda tugs on his heart strings a little.

- i feel that was the moment he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, if you were so willing to spend time with the people he loves.

elliott.

- once again,

- there’s not much he loves more then anything else you do.

- he loves every part of you equally.

- but much like harvey, there’s still a couple things that he sees you do, and he’ll just think, “i love her so much.”

- and that is☝️

- your voice.

- he could listen to you talk forever.

- he’s literally leaning in, hand on chin, head tilted, listening so intently as you tell a story that’s ten times less interesting then he’s making it look.

- he’ll also keeps asking you question so you just continue to talk.

- he especially loves when you call him petnames. it makes his stomach flutter a little when he hears them in your voice.

- another thing is he loves your hips.

- how they fit so perfectly under his palms, just before he wraps his hands around your waist.

- if you have love handles or hip dips, OMMMGGG he’s fucking obsessed.

- it’s like a little spot for him place his hands.

- he loves to kiss them whenever he’s already down there. just like a little silent praise, on top of plenty other he’ll give you.

- it’s so random, but whenever he sees you holding a laundry basket or something against one hip,

- yeah. that’ll do it.

- you’re kinda like his muse.

- if he’s writing something, and there’s a female character that happens to be loved or romantic towards, he’ll always kinda characterize them off of you.

- like, they’ll have some sort of aspect that’s similar to yours.

- it’s always subconscious, he can’t help it.

- he’s always thinking about you.

[vintagelacerosette]

Wednesday tag game

Hiii darling angelpies! I am here on timeish 😆

I was tagged by these dazzling sweethearts Nosho @creepkinginc Mel @gardenerian Evie @energievie Deanna @deedala Kat @ mybrainismelted Julia @blue-disco-lights Al @spookygingerr Jessica @guinguin1984

How did you get into the fandom?

Like a lot of us 😆 I saw a fan edit of Mickey & Ian on YouTube (I can't find it again even when I've searched my history 😭) I was kinda in between fandoms at the time with Malex from Roswell New Mexico but they were broken up at the time & buddie lol.

But then I was shot through the heart when I went through the gallavich tag & it felt like home 🥰

How long have you been here?

I was lurking at the end of 2021 & the first official time I contributed to this darling fandom in Feb 2022 with gallacrafts 💝

What's the first fandom channel you found? (youtube, reddit, tumblr, insta, twitter, FB, other?)

Here on tumblr babeeeyy

What's your favourite now?

Still tumblr but I wish I was better on discord 😅 I get overwhelmed & don't wanna talk over ppl 😔

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

Oh my goodness I had no idea but my longest mutual is the always spectacular Calli @callivich 🥰🩵💙 woooww!!

Which tumblerinos did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know?

Y'all have to understand you are all unbelievably swoon worthy & there's only so many ppl I can tag in one post (damn you tagging limit 😣)

Ok, so definitely have a big crush on Deena @suzy-queued & to see smitten feeling is mutual got me

GIF by theresaphoenixinmyboot

Alice @darthvaders-wife Jane @captainjowl Mitch @psychicskulldamage when we became mutuals I squealed bc how much talent??

Jenna @ianrightsonly & Kay @goodkwuestion their fics changed me

Also, Benja @svltburn | Nosho | Vey @look-i-love-u Macy @heymacy Julissa @heymrspatel Jo @jomilky Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Georgia @iansw0rld Molly @deathclassic Stas @messedwithmandy Howl @howlinchickhowl Michelle @michellemisfit | Deanna | LJ @ofalltheginjoints Sam @sam-loves-seb Face @ burninface | Calli | AJ @ clingymickey Mills @gallavichsbitch Leah @whatwouldmickeydo

Also Jay!! You've left but gave me butterflies 🦋

Pls I kind hate this question! I've come to the conclusion I have a crush on you all OK?? 😭

This is why I make y'all Valentine's

First gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)?

By the magnificent Kay The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher!!! OH MY GOSH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC MAKES ME FEEL ELATED & FERAL!!! It's my favourite piece of written work & I need my non gallavich ppl to read it so I can scream into their faces how much I love it 🥰🩷🩷🩷

First fan art that blew your mind?

Seriously, Deena's gallacrafts & art always take my breath away!!! Like the artistry & creativity?? I wanna get to your level 🥰

It's three dimensional & has twinkling lights ✨️ I was astounded & my jaw literally dropped 😍

All of Alice's art especially my commissioned art 🩷

Also, Mitch's comic I stared at it forever like Ian's eyes reflecting Mick's booty 🍑👀

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn't for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

I have read some pretty freaky & nasty fic bc of curiosity, so I nothing really gave me icks in tropes, but in writing style, I got turned around with Jen @wehangout with second person POV. You're so talented that I really enjoyed them when I would nope out before 😆

What surprised you most about this fandom?

Everything surprised me about this fandom bc it was my first one!! 😆 I didn't really know how to do tumblr & didn't really get how to interact. So I used tumblr like a sticker book, then came learning tags & so ppl reached out to me which helped me gain confidence haha

This is kinda a golden standard fandom. So welcoming, loving & encouraging!! If I ever dabble in another fandom, imma have a high standard bc I've been spoiled by y'all! ILY

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you're one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with gallavich?

It was the "I'm fucking gay" scene to the "Guess what we've been doing daddy" The way he humps the car with all that conviction & screaming "he fucking loves it".

Everything clicked & I was like "Damn I love this fictional man." He is my favourite character of all time & this ship is my OTP & GOAT.

Also I love this edit too. It gives me chills

Ian or Mickey?

Mickey, but holy shit I love them both

Which gallagher or milkovich are you?

I took a page from @/guinguin1984 & did some quizzes & I got Fiona Ian Fiona Debbie not of them feel right ahaha

I guess Fiona bc I had her twice 😅

Consider yourself tagged if I have a crush on you or mentioned you. Also tagging these sunshines & if you wanna do it too, have at it 💛🥰

@lingy910y @mickittotheman @doshiart @crossmydna @y0itsbri @7x10mickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @ms-moonlight-inn @mmmichyyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @kiinard @transmickey @gallawitchxx @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @whaticameherefor @darlingian @andthatisnotfake @ian-galagher @francesrose3

[simgrump]

❦ Founder Household, Day Twenty-Four ❦

Robyn and Johnny had a hard time saying goodbye that night. It was made every harder when Dax kept asking where Uncle Charlie was, since he always came over when Grandma and Grandpa did. Eris had tried to explain it to Charlie, but she didn’t want to scare him away from his uncle by telling him he went to jail. Just that he was away for a while. 

For Johnny, as soon as he hugged his grandson goodbye, it hit home just much he was missing Charlie. He remembered when he son was this age, when he was this little and causing a fuss or having a play date with Harvey. He’d grown up so fast it was hard to keep up and as a kid, he’d been so aloof and quiet, they’d never known when something was wrong. They should have. They should have taught him how to talk about his emotions better and maybe he wouldn’t be in this mess that he was in. 

All those thoughts came flooding back as he hugged Dax and the little boy squirmed, giggling like they were playing a game before Johnny pulled back and smoothed down his hair. ‘Take care of your Mom and Allan for me, okay?” 

“Okay Grandpie,” Dax chimed, making Johnny swoon with affection for the kiddo. 

Gen One || Legacy Page        

[bad4amficideas]

In the earth 1t8, do any of the villains have that fun dynamic where they hate the Bat and love Y/N Wayne or the other way around?

Well now that you say it. (This question automatically rules out those who know of Bats' identity like the Al Ghul family, Harley Quinn y Harvey Dent/Good Side). See here for more villains thingies

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

Jonathan Crane has a dislike for Y/N Wayne but respects Bats. This is because all the money that Wayne has invested in educational institutions came with restrictions and regulations included in the experimentation (even if the students were volunteer subjects). On the other aide Bats inspires fears and that deserves respect (and envy).

Sionis Roman. Thomas Elliot. These two are totally, sick and utterly in love with Y/N Wayne and let's give thanks that they already decided to share them. They've decided it's theirs and be with them and Ric Powers in the same gala or room in winter makes heating unnecessary. The room burns alone with the hatred they bring among all of them. If this was an A/B/O AU, people would be swooning from the pressure of these three fighting for their mate. Except that Dick is the most alpha of the three. Oh, but they HATE the Bats. Their plan is to control the streets of Gotham and "secure" them for their dear Wayne (like a couple of mobsters that they are) and Bats is in the middle, Bats doesn't let them pass one, they destroys each and every one of their bases and operations and if it wasn't because they work together to cover their asses, their dear Wayne would have discovered that they were villains a long time ago (by the press and being captured and such, a case that has not happened yet).

Bane. I think I said it in my other post. I have made Bane the president of Santa Prisca, because I love to fuck with diplomatic immunity (in fiction, that is) Also, he is a strong AND intelligent man. And no touching Alfred. Alfred is sacred. And he doesn't know Bats identitny. Now, we can continue: This Bane has been found many times at galas with Wayne. He doesn't like their "persona", but from seeing them in so many galas (especially in galas that have been ruined by some other villain on duty), he has already realized that it's a facade, so he finds them interesting. He also wonders what skeletons they hides in the closet, why Wayne's so damn charitable. At first Bane had a problem with Bats, but more related to "you dress up as what scare me". Over time he has come to see them as a RIVAL, he really is the type of villain that if meets you on the street he says "fight me" and he will fight with all the bad energy in the world but if you politely explain to him that your friend is in labor he will told "ok, good luck" and he will leave you alone (Oh, but if he's stealing or something. Don't let him down, you have to try to stop him at least)

Harvey Dent. He met Wayne during his studies. They supported him, encouraged him. They are a friend (maybe something else). Harvey's good side is quiet about Bats' identity, which he knows; his soul hurts by the trust that Bats has in him. Harvey-Bad thinks that Bats is a sanctimonious person always trying to "reform" him and everyone and he hopes a fourth-rate thief kills them in a dark alley in a humiliating way.

Edward Nygma. He's not interested in Wayne at all, as they has not shown anything (superior intelligence, detective skills) that could interest him. If you ask his it's something like "Oh yeah, the benefactor of Gotham" and that's all. This Riddler is sometimes close to discovering the identity of Bats and sometimes closer to touching the sun. The truth is that he enjoys spending his time creating his puzzles more than solving that particular puzzle, especially since Bats "plays" with him, makes suggestions, praises him, etc.

Victor Fries. Wayne has invested in all his research for his wife. They're a blessing from heaven. They has never turned his back on him. Bats is always messing up his plans (although at least they lets him have a snow day on his wife's birthday), so he doesn't hate you.

For Selina Kyle. Wayne is kind of repellent. They are happy, has a lot of qualities, people love them. They has everything and everyone served on a platter, that's is unfair. So what does it matter if she steals one thing or another from them? But Selina respects Bats, because Bats tries to do something good in a crazy city, but for the same reason she believes that Bats themselves is crazy.

Pamela Isley. Of course Pamela didn't know who Bats was at first, but she was really a fan of WE and its president because every time they discovered or was informed that something didn't add up in their companies they took it seriously or sought to correct it. According to her, if all businessmen were like Wayne, she wouldn't have to do what she does. Poison Ivy on the other hand is annoyed that Bats won't let her carry out her plans, that they are never affected by her pheromones and yet Bats expects her to heed her when Bats tells Poison Ivy that random company would be a better target for such x or y motive and what if she just did z thing she wouldn't harm anyone and... which, look, is a good plan, but who's in charge of ecoterrorism here????

Oswald Cobbleplot. After @dcsupersimp introduced me to TellTales, I've decided that along with Hush and Black Mask (and Batwoman and Alfred obviously), Penguin is now part of Bats' childhood as well (Harvey joined in high school). What I want to say is that Oswald totally approves of Wayne, because he remembers and even cares, gets, the child! Wayne that given the public person that Bats maintains for the public, is the most "Y/N" that anyone can gets and Wayne has also helped him not to make too many bad decisions that would have ruined him (of course he would never share the other side of his business with lovely Wayne!). With Bat!Reader is an ambivalent pulling to despise them. Bats, As Batman, uses Penguin to get information and in return gives him some rope.This certainly annoys Oswald a lot and from time to time he sets up schemes to let off steam but in the end -since his money keeps him out of jail- he's the informer of Bats always for his own good -and if he doesn't want a lot of little birds turning his face into pulp-.

Slade Wilson has been hired to kill both Bats and Wayne. He actually did a relatively deep check on Wayne (not deep enough to discover their alter ego) and decided not to take the case of Wayne because "Wayne is the sun that keeps Gotham turning." (that was fucking poetic). He respects what Wayne does and while he wouldn't go out of his way to save them, he definitely won't go against them. On the other hand Kill Bats? Ooooh, that sounds like a challenge and a worthy opponent. Subsequent encounters only confirm it. And well, if in a job in parallel he has the opportunity to confront them, he's not going to complain either.

[pendraegon]

[ID of the poem "In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden" by Matthea Harvey:

Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart / Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and / Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves / That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and / Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down / I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence / And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that / They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense / In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear / She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without / It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when / You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of / A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets / So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds / With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter / About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on / The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp / I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry / If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire / So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them / To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you END ID.]

[rebelwrites]

Secret Relationship

Harvey Specter x Reader

Summary: The reader and Harvey have known each other for years, despite the age difference something changes for both of them.

Prompt: “I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

A/N: this was a similar dream I had last night and was the inspo I needed to write.

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Neither of you knew how it happened, it just did. One day you saw the one and only Harvey Specter in a different light and he was the same with you.

You had known him for years with him being a friend of the family, and you always had a crush on him but never acted on it because let’s face it you were ten years younger than him and he was your dad’s best friend. But that didn’t stop you swooning over him every time he came round for dinner or when he would help you with your studying.

But fast forward to you finishing law school, he helped you land a job at the firm.

It was a week before you were due to start as an associate, which was a perfect excuse to go shopping to get a more suitable wardrobe for work. So here you were on a Friday night sorting your wardrobe out to make room for your new clothes when you heard your doorbell ring, leaving you slightly puzzled as you weren't expecting anyone and hadn’t ordered food yet.

Pausing your music, you made your way to the door, the only sound was your bare feet on the hardwood floor. Without thinking you opened the door to see Harvey standing there, with that goddamn smile that made you fall for him all those years ago.

“Harvey” you said, looking down at your appearance and suddenly feeling self conscious as you stood there in your plaid pyjama shorts and a vest top with no bra on. Your hair was a mess from not long getting out the shower and you had no makeup on.

“What are you doing here?” You finally managed to mumble letting him into your apartment.

“Well I thought I would stop by as we never celebrated you finishing law school and landing a job at the firm” he smirked waving the bottle of scotch in his hand.

“Urm yeah sure” you mumbled as your skin heated up from embarrassment. “Let me go get changed”

“Sweetheart what’s got you all nervous?” He asked with a smirk on his face as he stepped closer to you.

He knew, of course he knew. This was Harvey Specter. He wasn’t stupid. And you were damn sure he could hear how fast your heart was pounding against your rib cage.

The words were stuck in your throat, your feet were frozen in place.

“You don’t need to get changed okay” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In fact I’m going to get changed myself”

“You don’t have any clothes here Harvey” you mumbled feeling confused about why he would be getting changed.

“I brought a change of clothes with me” he winked, picking up his duffel bag from your sofa, the bag you were too preoccupied to notice.

So here you were standing in the middle of your apartment feeling like a teenage girl again. Trying to decide if Harvey was actually flirting with you or if you had made it all up in your head.

“Everything okay sweetheart?” Harvey asked, squeezing your shoulders.

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You stuttered mentally cursing yourself. “But isn’t this inappropriate?”

“Why do you ask that?” He asked.

“Because you are my dad's best friend Harvey, there’s ten years between us and come next week you will essentially be my boss” you sighed realising that this might be the best you would get with the man you had spent so many nights dreaming of.

“Listen to me okay” he whispered, spinning you around so you were facing him, his hands resting on your hips and his thumb gently grazing your skin. ���I don’t know when it happened but recently I can’t get you out of my head, and I guess I wanted to test the waters. I know that the timing probably isn’t great but I can’t hold back any longer. And don’t say you don’t want this to happen because I’ve seen the looks you give me when you think I’m not looking”

“This has got to be a dream” you mumbled biting down on your lip.

“If this was a dream would I be able to do this?” He smirked before his lips made contact with yours.

It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was happening. But the moment you did your arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled you closer to him. It was like your body was electric, the sparks you felt as he deepened the kiss, it was like you were floating. And you didn’t even realise he had walked you back to your sofa until you landed on the soft fabric with him on top of you.

“Do you think we can make this work?” You whispered against his lips, your eyes still closed.

“I’m willing to give it a try if you do” he whispered before gently kissing you again.

You and Harvey had now been dating for seven months now and not a soul knew. How you had both managed to keep the relationship secret when you basically worked together you had no clue. But you didn’t realise things were going to get harder.

Letting yourself into his apartment, a smile graced your face as the smell of your boyfriend filled your senses making you relax. Harvey was still at the office but that didn’t mean you couldn’t start dinner. You knew he would be stressed when he got back but you didn’t realise that would lead to your secret being harder to keep.

You were in your own little and didn't hear Harvey get back until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder.

“God I love getting home to find you here in just my shirt” he whispered “you make the shitty days better”

“What happened in the meeting?” You asked as you span around, running your hand through his hair.

“As punishment I’m now in charge of the associates” he whispered.

“Well we will just have to be even more sneaky then won’t we” you whispered trying to keep him calm. “You might have to calm down on the sneaky kisses”

“Nope not doing it” he pouted “your kisses get me through the day”

“We will figure something out” you whispered, kissing him softly.

It was now the next morning and tired was an understatement considering Harvey kept you up most of the night. Wandering into the kitchen you grabbed your smokes on the way and headed out to the balcony. To find Harvey sat out here reading the paper. He had already brought your coffee out with him.

“Go easy on me today” you laughed. “Seen as it is your fault I’m so tired”

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time sweetheart” he winked putting his paper down. “But I apologise sincerely if my handsome face has kept you awake all night.”

“Hmmm” you winked while lighting your cigarette.

“I best get going” he smiled standing up placing a kiss on your head “I shall see you at the office”

Walking through the office with a very large coffee in hand you knew you were late but didn’t care you needed the caffeine today. What you didn’t expect was to see Harvey sat at your desk, leaning back in your chair.

“Nice of you to join us today, miss Y/L/N” he scolded.

“Morning to you to” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“Less of the attitude please, you show up late to work and have the audacity to sass me” Harvey snapped shaking his head. “I’m pulling you on the case you were working on and you can find yourself going over the 30 briefs that are in the filing room and I want them done by lunch”

“But” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“No buts now go, they aren’t going to read themselves” he smirked as he pulled his phone out.

As you were walking to the file room your phone buzzed.

New message: Specter 💜

Great acting baby, don’t worry there is only like two briefs I’m not gonna do my girl dirty like that 😜 x

Shaking your head as you pushed the door open. You saw Donna leaning against the desk with a smirk on her face. Since you started working at the firm you and her got extremely close.

“So Y/N is there anything you want to tell me?” She grinned.

“Urm Nope” you shrugged, placing your bag and phone on the desk. Forgetting that your phone was unlocked and your background was you and Harvey laid in bed.

“You may want to keep your phone locked if you don’t want people to know about you and Harvey” she whispered.

“Oh shit” you panicked fumbling for your phone.

“It’s fine I knew about you two a couple of months ago” she smirked “I mean it didn’t take me long to out two and two together”

“Please don’t say anything” you pleaded.

“Only if you come for drinks tonight and tell me everything” she grinned.

“Deal” you nodded just as Harvey walked into the room with that cocky smirk on his face.

“I shall leave you two alone” Donna winked “don’t worry I will text you if anyone comes”

As she walked off she smirked at Harvey before leaving the room.

“What was that about?” He asked as he pulled you close to him.

“She knows about us” you laughed.

“Of course she does” Harvey chuckled “she is Donna after all”

“I think it’s time we came clean with my dad” you whispered.

“I was thinking the same thing sweetheart how about we invite him over for dinner tonight and don’t worry no matter what his reaction is I will still be here and it will not change how much I love you” he smiled kissing you softly.

[elainefm]

Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift “your midas touch on the chevy door, november flush and your flannel cure... how evergreen our group of friends, don’t think we’ll say that word again and soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through. one for the money, two for the show, i never was ready so i watch you go. sometimes you just don’t know the answer, ‘til someones on their knees and asks you. she would have made such a lovely bride, ‘what a shame she’s fucked in the head’ they said. but you’ll find the real thing instead, she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred.” 

This one was an obvious choice to me because everything Midas touched turned into gold and Harvey is the GOLDEN BOY. Anyway, I imagine that when Harvey and Elaine broke up it was a SCANDAL, especially with Elaine’s infidelity. I think that when they broke up her natural reaction (after being rejected by Casey) was to want to beg for Harvey back, but she stopped herself from causing him any more hurt than she already had. Which isn’t to say that she WONT be stirring up some drama with him in the future, but i digress. Now that they’re so far removed from it, she wants him to have a future with someone else that can actually make him happy. “How evergreen our group of friends, don’t think we’ll say that word again and soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.” The two of them spent their entire lives as a “we” and an “us”, and now that they’re separated they’ll never be able to say those words again. It’s the recognition that even though the two of them have separated the world didn’t stop spinning and their friends didn’t stop carrying on with their lives. There’s this giant hole where they once were, but to everyone else it’s business as usual. 

Favourite Ex - Maisie Peters “it was open and closing and hopelessly hoping for shore. we were here, we were ghosting. both of us coasting on just give a little more...you were my best nights and worst fights and deepest breaths. you were my gold rush to cold touch, favourite ex. and all of the others cancel out each other and its always you left. you were my no sleep, cried for weeks, favourite ex.” 

Another gold reference I cannot be stopped. Since they were together for so long, Elaine definitely holds a lot of love in her heart for Harvey even though it’s not romantic. I think it took her a long time to get over no longer having him in her life, especially since she always thought they’d be together forever. Even if it wasn’t what she really wanted.

Love Like That - Lauv “i don’t deserve you and it hurts to get the kinda love that you never had, wish that you could give, give, give it back. wish that i could love, love, love you back. wish that i could love like that... wish i could finish what we started, but i don’t know how to give the kind of love that you deserve, knowing that i can’t just makes it worse.” 

I think that Elaine realized she wasn’t in love with Harvey years before they actually broke up. She would hear other people describe the feeling or watch actors swoon over one another in movies, and wonder if she’d ever start to feel that way with him. And then I think she just sort of accepted that it wasn’t going to happen and that she’d just have to deal with it. It wasn’t like she didn’t like being around Harvey, it wasn’t like she’d mind spending her life with him. He would be a good husband, a good father- who cared about butterflies anyway? But there was a nagging guilt in her stomach, knowing that he felt what she couldn’t. She wanted so badly to be able to feel the same way that he did, but it just never happened. 

Coney Island - Taylor Swift (feat. The National) “the question pounds my head, what’s a lifetime of achievement? if i pushed you to the edge, but you were too polite to leave me. do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? will you forgive my soul, when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care? we were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be. the mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams. sorry for not winning you an arcade ring... did i leave you hanging every single day?...did i paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?... the fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. sorry for not making you my centerfold.” 

Okay I know I included so many lyrics from this song but it truly truly describes their entire relationship perfectly to me. To the Archers, Elaine’s biggest achievement in life would be to marry Harvey. It’s all they’ve ever wanted for their daughter, and at some point I think she started to question if that was really all she ever wanted to do with her life? She’s always been incredibly ambitious, and she hates the thought of only being known as Mrs. Harvey Hargrove one day. Elaine and Harvey spent so much time together that they pretty much built their own world, one that Elaine left Harvey behind in when they broke up. The version of her that existed in that world no longer exists. She’s not in love with Harvey, she never was, but it doesn’t stop her from loving him. She desperately wants to know if he’ll ever forgive her and if they can ever restore some sort of relationship past bickering at events. “Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring” This line speaks volumes to me, because it captures the fact that their relationship existed so much in their childhood/teenhood. An arcade ring seems like such an insignificant thing, but it represents working to win something to give to your significant other. She never put the same work into their relationship as Harvey did. 

@harveyiii 

[jaamun]

In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden BY MATTHEA HARVEY

Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you

[dented-nado]

Well since you specifically asked: Twiddler

“Yah I like Eddie but he’s straight // BAD LUCK, HUH?”

“No he’s not”

“NO IM NOT??”

Shenanigans

I’m dying right now, the ol’ Harv(ey) stubbornly thinks that Edward fucking Nygma is s  t r a  I g ht love it.  Still one of my fave convos we’ve ever had.

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Eddie’s POV

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It had been about a year since he had joined the sort of halfway home that Bruce Wayne had opened up for Ex-Rogues. However Eddie was somewhat convinced the billionaire he now realized had been Batman the whole time (pfft, he totally could have figured that out… he just… hadn’t…) rather liked having he, Harley, and Harv(ey) as a sort of odd band of roommates. And well… a literal mansion wasn’t a bad place to stay in by any stretch of the imagination.

He certainly had expected (and been quietly and not so quietly jealous) that because Harv(ey) and Bruce had apparently been close as far back as when they were children, Wayne would certainly be ecstatic to have Two-Face hanging around. He still was a little bit taken a back that well… anyone would want him around.

But he really was trying to reform. Maybe part of it was because the routine had gotten boring and he’d started finding more quiet and less destructive games and puzzles more entertaining these days. Besides, he realized he could have more fun with such things when he wasn’t being hauled back to Arkham because he’d taken things a little too far so often.

That being said, he had a new focus, a new goal.

And that was the previously mentioned Harv(ey) Dent. The giant, the absolute unit that towered over him.

Two souls for the price of one. Harvey was quietly intelligent (though sometimes a little bit delightfully oblivious), kind, and soft. Then Harv, he was bold, had a wonderfully fun fashion sense, and had a gravelly voice that admittedly caused Eddie’s mind to pull a blank at times.

They were a man that could have half their face burned to a crisp with acid and still be the only man that had been in Arkham (in Edward’s opinion) that could really get it.

He still remembered the first time “two-face” had been escorted into Arkham, the sight of them had knocked the wind right out of him, completely stopped his plotting for his next attempt to outsmart Batman.

Sure, perhaps he had heard and sort of seen images of Harvey Dent, the famous distract attorney that had been nicknamed Gotham’s “white knight” on the tiny, crappy TV they were occasionally allowed to watch when they were let out of their cells. But that never did him justice.

Seeing him here? Up close?

What a man. A handsome man, carved by angels and blessed by the devil

Now if only he could get Harv(ey) Dent to notice him.

Since that day he’d tried time and time again under the hope that maybe just maybe… this giant of a man would consider a relationship of sorts.

He tried to impress them with his vast intellect, sitting close to him and going off about any fact or subject he happened to know. He then tried to drill Harvey about his knowledge as a lawyer (which he thought also might just be interesting to know). They were certainly a good listener… and Harvey warmed up to talking about legal jargon and the pains of law school with Eddie eventually.

He was able to talk to Harv about their mutual love of fun patterns and bright colors and agreed that anyone who dissed it just didn’t understand fashion. He also realized soon that Harv loved to talk when he was acknowledged, and Eddie was more than happy to encourage him to and lightly swoon at that voice.

However, they were still only on a ‘good pals’ basis.

Which maybe Eddie could have accepted, except he caught Harvey staring at him at times, smiling slightly whenever Eddie would talk about what interested him. And Harv, he had gotten Harv to laugh a few times.

There was something there, he knew it, but for some reason he couldn’t puzzle out, Dent wasn’t acting on it.

It continued to this day. Harley had suggested to Edward he simply outright tell Harv(ey) Dent he was interested in them. But that wasn’t fun or interesting, and certainly not as romantic as Eddie would like.

So, after years of frustration now, he decided he’d go to the one person who had known Harv(ey) Dent their whole life for advice.

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Bruce’s POV

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“So, that’s my dilemma.”  Edward finished, pushing up his glasses in a very matter-of-fact way.

Bruce sighed. The only person who had ever rivaled his own stubbornness and… stupidity when it came to others having an romantic interest in them, was in fact Harv(ey) Dent. This would no doubt be difficult.

He wasn’t even sure how he managed to get into a relationship with Clark and Diana, so he wasn’t sure how much of a help he’d be trying to get Harv(ey) and Eddie to pair up.

“I’m decently sure he’s interested in you.” He replied.

“I’m quite sure too, however nothing I do seems to get them to do anything.” Eddie expressed, looking completely exasperated.

“hrrn....” Bruce grumbled thoughtfully. “What have you tried so far?”

“Well… I’ve given them gifts, flowers seemed like a sure-fire method- yet he seemed to somehow take them as a platonic gift.”

Bruce stared at Eddie for a long moment. “Who gives flowers platonically?”

Eddie shrugged.

Bruce sighed. “Dammit Harvey… Harv…” He mumbled under his breath. “I could try talking to them, get some better idea of what’s going on their head, could be Harvey and Harv keep arguing on how they want to respond.” He suggested.

Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “That may be the case, that is a possibility I had not considered… thank you for your assistance batma….. ah… Bruce…” He corrected with a slight grin.

Bruce half smiled back.

Batman was on the case.

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“So… Harv…. Harvey…” Bruce began wandering over to where they were sitting.

They were seemingly switching between drinking a hot coffee and a Frappuccino.

Harvey had complained more than once that because of their disagreements Harv ended up making them consume way too much sugar. Too much caffeine in this case it seemed.

Their eyes flicked over to him.

“Hi Bruce.”

“What’s up Pretty Boy?”

Bruce sat down across from them. “Eddie seems to be interested in you.”

Never hurt to be blunt with a lawyer.

Harvey snorted. “That’d be nice… he is really cute but…”

“I’m sure Eddie is straight, just our luck, right?”

Bruce had never been so shocked in all his life.

Straight?

Eddie…

Straight?! E d  d I  e.

Str a I ght, Edward Nygma E Nygam s t ra ight

The two concepts being put together caused a complete error in Bruce’s mind that was slowly beginning to fry.

Who could possibly conclude that Edward was s t r aight?

The riddler…. The riddler who for a while greeted Batman like he was lowkey interested in a literal love-hate relationship

Edward

Str a I ght.

“Are you… fucking kidding me?” Bruce ended up stammering before he even realized it. “He’s not… at all!”

Harvey blinked at him a few times in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

Bruce gaped at them. They couldn’t be serious.

“Harvey… I… Harv… he… he’s not exactly subtle about it. In fact he’s very open, very much out and proud, flaming even. I’m sure he’d agree.”

Harvey looked at Bruce through squinted eyes. “Are you sure Bruce?”

“Sure, maybe he’s a bit more flashy than your average guy, but that doesn’t mean gay.” Harv added with a shrug.

“He calls you handsome at least 3 times a day.” Bruce said still staring at Harv(ey) like they were absolutely insane.

“Lots of people do.”

“Have you ever seen him even flirt with any women??” Bruce asked in disbelief.

“No but… well there’s always been more men in Arkham, and when do you even have time for that?”

Bruce was somewhere in-between wanting to laugh at them and slap them.

“He’s given you flowers.”

“Pretty sure he’s just being friendly.”

“Friendly…” Bruce wheezed.

This conversation was taking years off his life at this point. He shook his head and texted Edward.

“Get in here (the living room downstairs) It’s important”

Edward slid in and sat peppily down on the couch with Bruce within a few minutes, causing Harv(ey) to look between Eddie and Bruce in confusion.

“You rang Mr. Wayne~?” Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he leaned his head against his hand.

“You know what these men just said to me?” Bruce began folding his hands together.

“Bruce nooo…” Harvey pleaded.

“No no, I think he should know.” Bruce insisted.

Eddie raised his eyebrows comically high. “Well don’t keep me waiting, what’s the tea?”

Bruce cleared his throat. “They said… they’re sure you’re straight.”

Eddie stared at Bruce for a minute, eyes widening.

“Me?” He asked completely baffled.

Bruce nodded.

Eddie threw back his head and laughed until his face turned red and he had trouble breathing.

Harv(ey) looked on stiffly, feeling as if they had made a mistake somewhere as the dawning realization slapped them in the face.

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Harv(ey)’s POV

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It was bad enough they had put themselves in denial so far they had missed out starting something with the small bean-pole riddle-man much earlier…

But now because they had convinced themselves Eddie was straight and therefore could have no interest in them… Eddie and Bruce were refusing to let them live it down.

And Bruce seemed to have gotten literally everyone in on the joke. Anyone Bruce hadn’t told between his partners and his massive family, Eddie had told.

Harley had begun kissing Ivy in front of them while they both traded off saying “no homo tho” between kisses until Harv(ey) groaned and left the room in a huff, leaving them both laughing maniacally.

Eddie had begun dramatically entering a room with a flourish announcing “Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys, Gals, and Non-binary pals, the straightest man alive has arrived, you may all start the party.”

Even when they first slept together, Edward had started quietly laughing and mumbling about “how straight, and very much not gay at all this occurrence was.”

Bruce hadn’t been able to look at them in weeks without breaking out into a full on belly laugh at his expense, mumbling something along the lines of “The Riddler, st r a I ght, good lord...”

On one hand they were happy Bruce was laughing more but god dammit…

They felt a bit dumb about it to say the least.

“How did we ever think Eddie was straight?” Harvey thought to himself.

“I don’t fucking know. I really… really… don’t.”                                                                                          

Well… maybe giving everyone a little levity while still being able to date a cute red-head that seemed to know the strangest facts about almost everything that they could enjoy listening to him babble about for hours happily…. Was all worth it. Even if they were embarrassed by their comically stupid brand of denile.

[hbdttg]

lucius and harvey are a comedy duo. fascistic meathead culture at the gcpd? yes please

barbara’s character arc is all over the fucking place, someone please explain to me what they did to her. one second she’s out of her coma and “sane and remorseful”, then she’s positively batty with butch and tabitha, then she’s vaguely on the dark side at the van dahl manor, and now, 6 months after the end of s2, she’s just back on her bullshit and running the sirens club with tabitha? what...happened?? the decline/spiral from being released from arkham/getting rejected by jim to...whatever is happening now was not well executed

bruce-clone is incredibly unsettling and the scoring in his scenes does NOT help at all WHATSOEVER

the oswald/ed arkham visit scene was obviously art, for many reasons. ed looked damn fine with his wavy, unstyled hair (bc arkham ed is SUPREME). also, it’s implied they’ve been talking consistently for six months now...that is literally dating, thank you very much. also, ed’s voice is so low/deep, clearly a departure from s2 ed, but he still calls oswald ‘mr. penguin’ and it makes me feel things. also, oswald’s damn smile when ed presents the origami penguin...SWOOn

i can’t believe strange made a bat-man. just...a dude with nails and a black cape and who screeches in a very echolocation-eqsue manner. not to mention, in his second scene, he has a distinctly bat-like nose, and oh also BAT FUCKING WINGS. lmaooooo hugo strange was into batman before it was cool, sorry bruce, you poser fuck

someone pls explain to me why jim handcuffed valerie to the door handle of her own car. am i not understanding cars right now? can’t she just unlock the car, pull the handle, and then slip the handcuff off the handle??

broooo not alfred and bruce talking about the new alarm system installed at wayne manor and then talon just appearing inside the house, seemingly unimpeded

the day has come! after two whole ass seasons (and the 1st episode of a third season), jim gordon has finally gotten his own apartment. my fav thing about it is that our first introduction to the place is just valerie vale positively roasting the shit out of it

a genuine shudder at fish calling strange ‘daddy’. WHY

the strange creation (i don’t want to call them monsters D:) who apparently goes by the name of nancy is just...female bane. wears a bunch of black. has a voice-modulating mask contraption. fights a bunch. ipso facto, bane. change my mind. you cannot.

v interested in butch’s thoughts/loyalties/motivations rn. oswald is creating a whole smear campaign against fish, and butch is...neither defending her nor verbally backing oswald. but his silence is interesting. his last encounter with fish was on the bridge, and rather fearful, as if he’d seen a ghost (understandably), but before that he’d been struggling with his programming on the roof and actually tried not to kill her. (of course, the compromise was that he hurt both fish and oswald equally, which we can count as a neutral win i suppose.) so, as a person with his own free will, and with a long, devoted history with fish, why do we not see him trying to seek her out, or, at the very least, trying to dissuade oswald from running her name through the mud? he was so devoted to her s1, it’s strange to me that that would just dissipate. (and, if we remember their run-in with fish when she whisks oswald away from ed’s ultra gay exploits at the greenhouse, butch expresses an awed fondness for her, like always, so we can assume that he’d never actually stopped admiring her)

“don’t tease” << I’M SCREAMING (always). gobblepot is real that shit was so loaded what the fuck

<insert the oswald/fish confrontation meta i posted a few months ago here. and it’s actually my meta, for once. I HAD THOUGHTS, OKAY?>

gotham is fucked up, y’all, these people, CIVILIANS, just straight up killed people (though, admittedly, “monsters”), and they’re out here celebrating and cheering and holding a damn bonfire. i can’t with this fucking city i hate it here

“who the hell are you, jim gordon?” “shut up for once” << can i just tell y’all that i, out loud, said “ew” and chugged some wine

[also, directly following up the valerie/jim kiss with the shot of lee returning to gotham was EXCELLENT]

[junicult]

I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !

I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!

What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3

!! harvey as your new husband

contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.

note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓

when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.

even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.

bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.

and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.

so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.

not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.

some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.

anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.

harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.

he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.

so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.

it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.

“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.

it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.

when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.

so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.

you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.

settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.

there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.

at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.

any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.

so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.

or at least, not nervous in a bad way.

“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”

“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.

“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“

“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.

he really knows how to overthink everything.

but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.

by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.

when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.

if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.

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In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden, Matthea Harvey (transcript under the cut)

Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down   I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of   A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on   The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you

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For the OTP Prompt, #40 please?

40. I want a baby

Ambrose and Nick were making the next round of drinks while the girls sat outside by the bonfire. Nick and Sabrina had just moved into their place and he was quite proud of his bar setup and had been sampling various drinks throughout the evening. He wasn’t drunk by any means, but his lips were a little looser, his mood a little lighter and he was unafraid to speak his mind.

It was to no one's surprise when Sabrina announced she was moving out of the mortuary and into a house with Nick. But Ambrose still had to tease the boy who had loved his cousin since he was ten years old. While Sabrina hadn’t let him in her heart until she was seventeen, Nick had always been devoted to her. Even when Sabrina believed Harvey Kinkle to be her soulmate. Ambrose could tell when the two were kids that then only soulmate out there for his cousin was Nicholas Scratch.

“So what are your intentions, Scratch?” Ambrose asked him as Nick mixed them both an old fashioned.

“What in the Hell are you talking about, Ambrose?”

“My cousin.” Ambrose bit back a smirk. “What are your intentions with her?”

“I believe we had this same conversation before Prom. It’s been nearly ten years.”

“Still, I mean you have this house…”. Ambrose was still teasing but Nick was taking it seriously.

“I want everything with her, Ambrose.”

“Well that’s good.” Ambrose shrugged and sipped his drink, seemingly done with the conversation. But Nick wasn’t.

“I want a baby.” He blurted and Ambrose choked on his drink, coughing from the sting of bourbon going down the wrong pipe.

“I’m sorry, what?” Ambrose choked out, throat still burning.

“I want a baby.” Nick said with perfect clarity.

“Well I think you’re talking to the wrong person about that.” Ambrose rolled his eyes but Nick was off taking Ambrose’s advice and heading towards Sabrina, the love of this life.

“Hey babe.” Sabrina said as he approached, perking up. She and Prudence had been having good conversation, they’d both matured a lot since high school and Sabrina had begrudgingly accepted her as a pseudo-sister in law.

“I want a baby.” Nick said in a straightforward way that made Prudence nearly spit out her wine. She stood up immediately and went into the house in search of Ambrose. She had no intention of hearing the rest of the disgusting conversation that was about to be had.

“You want a baby.” Sabrina repeated and stared down her boyfriend. His admission stunned her and stirred her stomach with excitement. She saw in his eyes he was a little tipsy, but he wasn’t drunk. He had just enough that he wasn’t afraid to venture from behind his walls. Not that he ever hid from Sabrina anyways. She’d gotten a free pass back there since they were ten.

“Yes.” He smiled proudly and kneeled by her lawn chair.

“Well typically people get married first, Nicholas.” She teased him, playing along and ran a hand through his curls.

“Shit. Right.” His face fell a little and then turned his gaze back to her. “Why aren’t we married?”

“Well, I assume it’s because you haven’t asked me yet.” She cocked her head the side as her eyes shined.

“You could ask me, ya know.” Nick plopped down on the ground fully and put arms in her lap.

“I’m gonna have to if you don’t do it soon.” She smiled as she responded as a more serious gaze took over his face.

“You really want to marry me?” He asked her intensely. Abandonment issues and failed family had left Nick feeling stale as a kid and well into his teens, so the fact that this beautiful and perfect woman wanted to marry him was incomprehensible.

“More than anything.” She leaned down to kiss him. She tasted cherries and bourbon and the kind of love that lasted past forever. “You want a baby with me?”

“Sabrina, I want everything with you.” He answered her and his words made her swoon as he kissed her again. “Feel like practicing for that baby?” He moved his head to her neck as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Ambrose and Prudence are still here…”

She had a hard time convincing even herself.

“Kick them out. It’s our house after all.” His smirk is what got her every time, and it had gotten her this time too.

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High Noon (1952); AFI #27

Our next film up for review is the not-so-standard western, High Noon, starring Gary Cooper and Grace Kelly. The movie was nominated for seven Academy Awards and took home four trophies for Best Actor, Best Editing, Best Music, and Best Song. Westerns at the time were generally focused on the flawless hero who everybody loves and the citizens that band together to fight the bad guy. The good guys were all good and the bad guys were all bad. This is not the case with current film and it was one of the few Westerns nominated for Best Director, Best Picture, and Best Writing (although these were the awards that the movie did not win). It is a genre film that completely went against type. I really want to continue but I realize that now is the time to go through the plot, so let us first give the warning...

SPOILER ALERT!!! I AM GOING TO SPOIL THE WHOLE MOVIE AND IT IS WELL WORTH SEEING SO DON’T READ FURTHER UNTIL YOU WATCH ON YOUR OWN!!! IT IS ONLY 85 MINUTES LONG SO GIVE IT A CHANCE!!! IT IS VERY WORTH YOUR TIME TO SEE WITHOUT IT BEING SPOILED!!!!

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Remember that the film has a run time of 85 minutes and this is the amount of time that passes in the movie. With this in mind, there will be no “meanwhile” or “while that was happening...” in this review. Everything is shown that matters and assume that time is passing for everyone in town whether or not they are on screen.

Three men meet outside Hadleyville, a small town in the New Mexico Territory, are gathered and ride over to the train station to wait for a train. The scene switches to the retirement and wedding of Marshal Will Kane (Gary Cooper), newly married to Amy Fowler (Grace Kelly), as he kisses his bride and turns in his badge and gun. The happy couple will soon depart for a new life to raise a family and run a store in another town. However, word arrives that Frank Miller, a vicious outlaw whom Kane sent to jail, has been released and will arrive on the noon train. Miller's gang—his younger brother Ben (Sheb Wooley), Jack Colby (Lee Van Cleef), and Jim Pierce (Robert Wilke)—are the three men awaiting his arrival at the train station. It is not directly stated by the three men, but it is clear that Miller intends to exact revenge since Kane put him in jail previously. A glance at the clock shows it is 10:45. This is especially a problem since the new marshal won’t arrive until the next day and Kane doesn’t want to leave the town with no protection.

Amy is a devout Quaker and pacifist so the solution is simple—leave town before Miller arrives. They actually start out in their buggy, but Kane turns around and takes them both back to the jailhouse because Kane insists on facing Miller and his men. "They're making me run", he tells her. "I've never run from anybody before." At this point, it is assumed that Kane will get his deputies and form a posse to face Miller. He is the beloved retiring lawman and the town had banded together before to put the man in jail in the first place. Amy gives Kane an ultimatum saying she is leaving on the noon train whether he joins her or not. Kane says he has to stay so they basically split up literally minutes after being married by the Justice of the Peace. 

Kane finds one man that immediately volunteers and then goes to the deputy Harvey Pell (Lloyd Bridges). Pell won’t help unless Kane puts in a good word and actually quits because he believes that Kane didn’t promote him to Marshall because of some old grudge over a woman. Kane denies even knowing about the relationship and Pell turns in his star and quits. Another person that Kane thought would help is Judge Percy Mettrick (Otto Kruger), who he finds packing up to get out of town because he doesn’t believe he will survive. The judge is the one who actually sentenced Miller, and believes the outlaw will want him dead.

Further dialogue reveals that Will Kane had stolen the lover of Frank Miller, a Mexican women named Helen Ramirez (Katy Jurado), and this was what prompted Miller to go wild and convinced the town to have him arrested. Kane is no longer with Ramirez and was not aware that she had been sleeping with the deputy. All together, it seems like Kane is not that great of a guy and that Miller has a legitimate grudge with him. The whole town knows this and some of them want Miller to kill Kane, so nobody will help him and he is again encouraged to leave. One friend named Sam Fuller hides in his house and has his wife cover for him. The old marshal is played by freaking Lon Chaney and he won’t help because he notes that members of law enforcement die and nobody really cares. Nobody at the church will help and even the one guy who volunteered backs out because he realizes it will be a slaughter. The only person who openly offers to help is a young boy, but Kane rejects that help and tells the boy to go home.

All this happens and is taking up the time before the noon train. Helen realizes that one of the men she loved will die and the lack of town support upsets her. Amy goes up to meet Helen and the two decide that they will go on the noon train together. Ramirez says she would stay with Kane and not abandon him, but Amy tells her own story of tragedy (she watched her father and brother die in a shoot out). 

Deputy Pell again expresses his anger at not being named the new marshal and so he corners Kane in the horse stables and demands that he be made made the marshal and Kane ride out of town. Their conversation becomes an argument, and then a fist fight. Kane finally knocks his former deputy senseless. Forlorn, Kane returns to his office to write out his will as the clock hits high noon.

Frank Miller (Ian MacDonald) arrives on the noon train and his group of men are waiting for him with a gun belt. Helen and Amy get on the train as the outlaws ride into town. There is a very famous overhead shot which shows Kane all alone in the streets with a genuine look of fear, assuming that all of his friends have deserted him and he is about to die. The gang walks into town and starts shooting at Kane, which Amy hears from the train and she decides to go back and help. Kane is able to gun down Ben Miller and Colby but is wounded and hides in the stable. He escapes by hanging on to a fleeing horse but is again cornered by the outlaws at the jailhouse. Amy runs into town and takes a gun from one of the bodies and hides. She is able to sneak up and shoot Pierce from behind. Frank Miller sees this and takes her hostage to call out Kane. The marshal comes out and Amy scratches at Miller to let her go and Kane gets the opportunity to gun down Frank Miller.

Kane helps his bride to her feet and they embrace. As the townspeople emerge and cluster around him, Kane throws his marshal's star in the dirt, glares at the crowd, and departs with Amy on their wagon.

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I keep harping on about how this was not like any standard western of the time and I should probably explain more clearly now that the plot is known. Movies at the time focused on the American marshal as a pseudo superhero. They were honest and always on the side of good, they could ride horses and outshoot any outlaw, everybody loved them except bad guys, and women swooned in their wake. They also tended to be ruggedly handsome, tough as nails, and fearless. The antagonist, on the other hand, was completely wrong and had bad moral character. These bad guys mistreated women, disobeyed the law on purpose, stole, robbed, cheated, and had ugly scars. They traveled in groups in an attempt to intimidate people, but they were no match for the single good guy. But this movie changed everything.

An old marshal who just retired to marry a much younger woman sticks around town to fight a man whom he convicted to die. This villain had an issue with the old marshal because the lawman had stolen his woman. The deputy won’t stand with the retired marshal after being passed over for the job opening and many of the town members won’t help because they think the marshal should leave and let the new marshal deal with the problem. The marshal is scared and alone when he takes on the villains and it is his young bride who actually comes to his aid while he cowers in the jailhouse. At the end, the marshal throws his star on the ground and leaves without saying anything else. 

All members of the cast need to be commend on acting against character type because the general sense of fear at what was coming explained the realistic choice of most of the town running away. It is almost comical when all of the villains are dead and the entire town comes pouring into the streets and it is obvious that there were more than enough men to make a posse and easily protect the town. But the only person that came to help when it counted was a female 20-year-old pacifist Quaker. 

It has been noted by directors and film critics that this was not a very strong performance by Grace Kelly, especially when next to veteran Mexican actress Katy Jurado. Alfred Hitchcock later noted that she played a very meek part for such a strong role, but saw something in her (likely her blond hair and good looks) and gave her a much more fitting part when he cast her for Dial M for Murder, Rear Window, and To Catch a Thief. 

I could not find the film on any of the subscription services when I was looking to watch it so I had the DVD shipped through Netflix. This is a good way to go because I got to watch some DVD extras and learned that everybody and their dad was attached to the making of this film. The cinematographer was Floyd Crosby, the father of rock/folk singer David Crosby. The Deputy was played by Lloyd Bridges, who had two young children on set, Beau and Jeff Bridges. According to the extras, Beau was actually in the barn loft watching during the fight between Kane and his deputy. The singer of the theme song was country musician Tex Ritter, father of actor John Ritter. A very rich history of Hollywood royalty in this single movie.

Many of the actors and writers involved in the film were concerned that they were going to get black listed for being part of this production. It was the early 50s and the Red Scare was at its height in the United States. Many actors and screenwriters were being publicly prosecuted for committing acts against America, and any movie that did not actively promote patriotism was in danger of being accused of being communist. It was a bad time for Westerns that were innovative or went against the norm, which partially explains complaints that many films in the genre during the 50s were the same. This film that depicted a lawman sticking to what he believed in and finding all his friends shunning him was interpreted by some as promoting communism or attacking McCarthyism. Director Zinnemann did say he had all this on his mind during the filming and would consider it an allegory for the Hollywood blacklisting, but that was not necessarily the point from the start.

So should this movie be on the AFI 100? Absolutely! It is part of the most American of genres at a focal point in the country’s history, yet flies in the face of all the standards of that genre. Despite this, it still was nominated for a bunch of awards and highly acclaimed by liberal and conservative leaning viewers alike. The movie is full of Old Hollywood greatness as far as the stars and the crew. The AFI list was created for innovative Americana like this. Would I recommend it? Absolutely! Just the innovate shots and the use of real time alone makes for a great watch. The story is great and the acting is great. There are few movies on the AFI list with pacing this good and it is a very easy film to watch and enjoy. Highly recommend.

[onlycags]

Issız Adam (The Man With No Owner)

Word Count: 3,507 Description: Was looking through a list of Turkish nicknames and came across this one and had an idea. A little (ie: tons) of angst thrown in with a little confession/smut at the end. Enjoy xx

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“What about that one, Issız Adam?” You ask Çağlar, pointing toward the girl at the bar who’s just taken a seat. From the back, she looks like she’s his type - ‘breathing’ and, of course, ‘consenting’ eventually if he does take her home - and you bite back the sting of jealousy that threatens to bubble up to the surface, focusing instead on making sure Çağlar knows exactly who you’re gesturing to. You’re slightly drunk and leaning into him, the smell of his cologne burning your nostrils in a way that’s intoxicating and has you wanting to hold onto him and never let him go, but you resist the urge. This is Çağlar, after all: your best friend and womanizer of the century as of late, it seems. 

“Mm, she’s pretty, Tatlı Cadı,” Çağlar muses, his gaze raking over the girl from afar as he takes a slow sip of his beer. His stomach dips as his mouth forms the nickname he’d given you ages ago, loving the way the words slide across his lips. She’s nothing like you, is on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t voice the words that he’s certain you’d take the wrong way. The worst would be if he were to voice his feelings like he has before, getting brushed off with a teasing grin and a kiss on his cheek as you reply back ‘I love you, too, Çağlar’ as though the words mean nothing. You were always doing that, saying loving words or touching him in ways he’d deem ‘intimate’ but somehow weren’t with you, and it was eating him alive.

He’d been trying to fuck you out of his thoughts for months now, going home with any and every girl he could find when he was in the mood. Some days, he fucked girls who could be your twin; other times, it was girls who looked nothing like you. You wouldn’t ever leave his head, though, and there were times he would accidentally call girls by your name; the guilt eating him alive far more than their anger at being called another girl’s name. 

You’re pressed into his side, still listing off the reasons Çağlar should go flirt with her. Your flowery perfume is the scent he dreams about but knows he will never have in his bed. Right now, it was you or this girl and Çağlar drained his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he set the pint glass on the table and walked determinedly over to the girl at the bar. You watched him go, your eyes glued to the muscles of his back - he was wearing a black Henley that hugged all his muscles in all the right places and made your brain go a bit loopy.

Çağlar was always charming, turning on his bright gap-toothed smile that had every girl you know swooning and you watched this girl at the bar fall under his spell, too. This wasn’t the first time Çağlar had picked a girl up from the bar and left you all alone and it wouldn't be the last; you sent him a ‘have fun’ text that if you were honest you didn’t mean, and headed back home alone to your place.

You woke up alone on Saturday morning, not for the first time. Your head pounded with the hangover you’d given yourself after you’d gone home and drank the six-pack that sat in your fridge and you hated your past self for not leaving out water or pills. “Fuck!” You hissed, dragging yourself into the kitchen to grab something to dull the headache and proceeded to trudge to the shower, hoping the warm water would soothe your aching joints. 

“How’d it go last night?” You asked Çağlar as you answered his FaceTime call almost two hours later, freshly showered and hangover-headache-free.

“Well, she didn’t hate me when I didn’t remember her name in the morning and I didn’t even have to kick her out,” came his smirking reply. 

You laughed and shook your head. “Did she at least leave satisfied, Issız Adam?”

Çağlar pretended to be offended, his voice taking on a ‘duh’ tone as he said, “It’s me, Tatlı Cadı. Of course she did.”

“Oh, God!” Your shoulders shook with laughter and you pressed your palm to your forehead and tried to bury your face in one hand while still holding your phone and FaceTiming Çağlar. “Nothing like a good pre-match fuck for good luck, eh?” 

“Exactly.”

The two of you continued to talk for a bit, confirming plans for the match at the KP later that night - Çağlar had left your ticket at the box office as usual, but you weren’t sure what your plans were for after the match.

You ended the call, both of your hearts heavy with something neither of you thought you could ever have. 

***

You watched Çağlar play, your heart hammering in your chest as he raced around the pitch to defend against Arsenal. It was always stressful, especially when he ended up in a one-v-one challenge with Lacazette as the Arsenal forward took off on a breakaway and Çağlar was the only one near.

Vardy put one in the back of the net in the 80th minute, a scoreless match until then. You were on your feet with the rest of the crowd, cheering on your team with your eyes glued to your best friend. 

When the match was over, you were on the pitch with other players’ friends and family. You hugged Çağlar tightly, hating how hyperaware you were of his body pressed against yours. You always wore his jersey to matches but his name and number had never felt burned into your back like it did now. 

“We’re going out to celebrate,” Cengiz said, a bright smile on his face as he ambled over to you and Çağlar. “Care to join us?”

“Sure,” you said, leaning in to Çağlar who put his arm around your shoulders. “I’ve gotta see Issız Adam’s post-match pick-up skills live and in person.”

“Anything for you, Tatlı Cadı,” Çağlar said, barely resisting the urge to press a kiss to the top of your head. Your stomach dipped at the nickname and you wanted more than anything to be the one he was flirting with at the pub.

An hour later, you were drinking a pint while sandwiched between Çağlar and Harvey Barnes. Harvey was celebrating his assist, tipsy and smiley. He’d been flirting with you all night and you couldn’t deny that you were flirting back. It felt good to talk and laugh and drink and not feel like your heart was going to burst out of its chest with every word you spoke.

Çağlar, on the other hand, was murderous. He’d watched Harvey flirt with you, seeing red whenever you laughed at Harvey’s joke or put a hand on his arm. At one point, you’d pointed out a girl at another table who kept looking at Çağlar; he’d gone over and flirted a bit but she was nowhere near what he wanted tonight, so he’d come back, only to witness Harvey leaning in to whisper something in your ear.

You giggled at whatever Harvey had said, pausing when you saw Çağlar looming over you. You couldn’t stop the shy smile that graced your lips as you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and asked, “Well? You gonna take her home, Issız Adam?”

Çağlar shook his head. “No. And stop calling me that.”

You laughed, the sound grating on Çağlar’s already-frayed nerves. “Then stop taking every girl with a pulse home and I won’t have to.” The sentence was meant to be teasing, but you couldn’t stop the hint of jealousy that tinged your tone. 

At that moment, Harvey placed a hand on your arm - a gesture that Çağlar didn’t miss. “Do you want to get out of here?” Harvey asked, his voice low, but Çağlar heard his question as though his teammate had shouted it. 

You smiled and nodded and Çağlar’s chest tightened and he saw red for a moment. He didn’t know what to do, rapidly losing his cool. Çağlar didn’t want to get possessive with you or make a scene but it would break him if you went home with Harvey. You seemed to sense that Çağlar was upset about something, stopping Harvey. “Wait for me in the car, Harvey?” You put a hand on Harvey’s cheek and Çağlar clenched his jaw.

Once Harvey was out of the bar, you stood up abruptly and stalked out to the patio area. “What the hell is your problem, Çağlar?!” You hissed, finally turning on him now that it was just the two of you. 

Çağlar didn't speak for a moment, trying to find his words. When he did, his voice was wrecked. “Don’t go home with him.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. “And just why not, Issız Adam? What gives you the right to go home with people and not me?”

Çağlar got in your face, pressing you between him and the railing. “It’s just different,” was his response.

“That’s all you’ve got?” You challenged, your breathing picking up. “‘It’s just different’ is your only excuse?!”

“Tell me you want to go home with Harvey and I’ll let you go,” Çağlar growled, his hands on your hips. 

“Or? There’s got to be another option here, Çağlar.” You swallowed hard, your gaze searching his. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you asked, “What if I don’t want to go home with Harvey? What if...what if I want to go home with someone else?” Your body was alight with energy and you were more alive than you’d felt in ages, but you needed to hear him say the words you’d wanted him to say for months now. 

“Sikme,” he cursed in Turkish, and a thrill raced through you at hearing him speak his native language that was directed at you. Fuck.

“Çağlar,” you admonished, taking his face in his hands, trying not to cry as you pleaded with him, “If there’s something you’d like to say to me, you should say it now.”

Çağlar struggled, weighing his options. He wasn’t sure if his words would be well-received and he didn’t want you to think he was just saying this to get you to not leave with Harvey. He let out a loud sigh, squeezing his eyes shut. His body relaxed and you put a hand on his bicep as you stepped out of his hold. You thought you were going to cry, but you held yourself together. Çağlar called out your name right before you were about to cross the threshold back into the bar and you stopped and turned around.

“Yes, Çağlar?” You asked, breathless with hope.

“Have fun.”

***

Harvey could tell something was off, but he didn’t try to get you to talk. “Can you just, um, take me home?” You asked, trying to hold onto your last bit of sanity so you didn’t start crying. 

“Yeah, I can do that,” Harvey said softly, letting you give him directions back to your place. “Some other time, eh?”

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile that he returned and a half-hour later, you were at your place, your nerves raw and shot. 

***

Training the next morning was full of teasing, the guys giving Harvey shit for getting to take you home the night before. The only one not joining in was Çağlar, his stance and overall mood sour. He barely acknowledged Harvey unless it was on the pitch, waiting until it was just him and Harvey in the changing room after training. 

“So, how was she?” Çağlar asked, unable to keep the sneer out of his voice.

“Cags, look, mate-”

Before Harvey could say another word, Çağlar had him slammed up against the wall, one arm across Harvey’s chest. “Did you fuck her?! Did you fuck my girl?!”

“N-No!” Harvey stuttered, shaking his head rapidly. “I didn’t know the two of you were together, I swear!”

Çağlar sighed, shaking his head. “We’re not,” he said, his voice tortured. “But I’d like to be.”

Harvey softened his tone at Çağlar’s confession. “Nothing happened, Cags, I swear. She was pretty shaken up when she got in the car and she asked me to take her home. I didn’t even kiss her good night. I promise.”

Çağlar stepped back, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the changing rooms, determined to make things right.

The knock at your door was unwelcome and you sighed angrily as you got up from your comfortable spot on the couch to go answer it. You gasped in surprise as you saw Çağlar on the other end of your door, your heart racing. “Çağlar?” You asked as you opened the door, the butterflies erupting in your stomach as he stormed in, looking angry. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you sleep with Harvey last night?” Çağlar asked, his gaze piercing you. 

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered, stepping towards him. “I couldn’t sleep with him.”

“Why not?”

You stopped so there were only centimetres between you and Çağlar. With a shaking hand, you reached out and placed a hand on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly underneath your fingertips and you couldn’t stop the way your breath audibly hitched at the feeling. “Why do you care, Issız Adam?”

“Tatlı Cadı,” he growled, pinning you against the wall, “I told you not to call me that anymore.”

“Why?” You retorted, breathless. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? The man without an owner? That’s you - you can’t deny it.”

“What if I already have an owner but she doesn’t know she owns my heart?” His breathing was ragged and his expression was so tortured you thought he was going to cry. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck, his lips barely brushing the skin on your collarbone as he spoke again. “I’ve been trying for months to fuck you out of my system. You’re in my head, Tatlı Cadı, and I can’t get you out.” Goosebumps broke out on your skin at his nickname and you shivered. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he whispered, inhaling. “I’ve been dreaming about what it’d be like to wake up with that scent on my sheets.”

His name was a broken two syllables on your tongue. Instinctively, your hand that was still on his chest slid up to wrap around the back of his neck and your other hand went to his side. “Please don’t say that unless you really mean it,” you murmured as Çağlar lifted his head to look at you. 

“I mean it,” he said, resting his forehead against yours as he swallowed hard. “I wanted to tell you last night but I was scared that you wouldn’t believe me, that you would think that I was only saying it so you wouldn’t leave with Harvey last night.”

“I’ve been jealous,” you confessed, your fingers playing absently with the hair on his neck. “I’ve watched you fuck every girl who wasn’t me for months and every time you left with someone and I went home alone, wishing you’d been leaving with me. When Harvey wanted me to go home with him last night, I couldn’t say no. Why should I believe what you’re saying now?”

“I’m done talking,” Çağlar rasped, taking your face in his hands. “I can leave or I can stay and kiss you - your choice.”

“Kiss me, Çağlar. Please.”

“Nasıl istersen, Tatlı Cadı.” As you wish, sweet witch.

Time stopped the moment Çağlar’s lips met yours. You’d both wanted this for so long, your mouths meeting in a clash that left you wanting more. Çağlar’s hands were everywhere on your body, exploring it in ways he’d only dreamed of until now. Your own hands were reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and Çağlar let out a moan as your fingertips brushed across his skin. Çağlar broke the kiss so you could take off his shirt and toss it on the ground; your own shirt following seconds later. Çağlar trailed kisses down your neck, one hand unhooking your bra and the other cupping your bare breasts when he was done. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses to the tops of each one before taking one pert nipple in his mouth. You let out a needy whine, arching your back to give him better access as both your hands tangled in his hair. 

“Çağlar!” Your whimpers mixed in with the sounds of him sucking and kissing your tits, the sensations going straight to your clit and soaking your panties. “Please!”

“Gonna take my time with you, Tatlı Cadı,” Çağlar promised in-between kisses, walking you to your bedroom. “I’ve had months to fantasize about what I wanna do with you and I intend to take my time.” He laid you down on the bed, covering your torso with kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts. He hooked his fingers in the sides, taking your panties down with them. You thrashed about on the bed, your fingers fisting into the sheets as the cool air hit your dripping pussy. Çağlar fixed his gaze on your pussy like you were breakfast and he was starving. He stopped to pull the bobble off his wrist and tie back his hair, licking his lips as he settled back between your legs. “You gonna let me taste you?”

“Y-Yes, Çağlar,” you said, nodding your head. That was all it took and Çağlar’s mouth was on your pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you toward him and buried his face in your cunt. Your toes curled and your back arched as Çağlar licked and sucked your juices, making you feel good. 

Çağlar couldn’t believe he had you like this; hearing you moan his name was better than he’d ever dreamt of. Four fingers tugged at his hair, the painful sensations only adding to his pleasure as he plunged two fingers inside your dripping pussy. 

Your first orgasm was intense, Çağlar’s name on your lips as you bucked your hips and humped his face. He looked up at you as you caught your breath, his teasing smirk that much hotter with his face coated in your juices. You leaned back on your elbows, giving him a look as you reached for him. “Kiss me.” The taste of your pussy was intoxicating and you reached down to grasp Çağlar’s shaft, giving him a few pumps. He moaned in your mouth and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. 

“Let me return the favour,” you whispered, trailing kisses down his collarbone and sternum, putting your hands on his body wherever you could. 

A groan ripped from Çağlar’s lips as you started to work him over. Your pride swelled at the knowledge that you were the one making him feel this good, reveling in the way his fingers tangled in your hair and he moaned your name. 

Çağlar knew when he was about to cum, staving off his orgasm and pulling out of your mouth. You gave him an indignant look, but Çağlar was quick to react, turning you over on your stomach and grabbing your hips. Without another word, he was sinking into you, both of you letting out a moan at the feeling of him finally inside you. He pumped in and out of you slowly, letting you get used to his size and girth and the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, biting down on your shoulder. You whimpered, the onslaught of sensations overwhelming you and it wasn’t much longer until you were cumming again, this time around his cock. Çağlar sagged against you when he was done, his cum coating your inner walls. 

The two of you cuddled in bed after he’d pulled out of you and cleaned you up, Çağlar whispering sweet nothings to you in Turkish that you couldn’t really understand but sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,”  he murmured out of the blue, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Me, too,” you sighed, snuggling closer as you hooked your leg over his hip. You lightly kissed the centre of his chest, an action so minute you didn’t think much of it - it was as if you’d been doing it forever - loving the way you could finally show your affection for him so outwardly. “You’re not gonna make me kick you out in the morning or forget my name, are you?” You asked, trying to joke but it didn't quite land, the insecurity making your voice wobble. 

Çağlar squeezed you tightly, tilting your chin up so that he was forcing you to look at him. “Absolutely not. You’re the one that I want, Tatlı Cadı. Sadece sen.” Only you.

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“ i can feel you staring at me . ”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught just staring at her, and in his defense it wasn’t like it was easy not to stare at her. Something about Mariana Diaz kind of just drew you in — You were forced to watch her as she just crossed a room. That pull was like a force of nature, something beyond Harvey’s control. A gravitational pull. She was the hot and molten core of his earth and he was just a pebble unable to push away from her. She wasn’t easy to ignore and Harvey just couldn’t help but gaze at her every chance he could. It wasn’t like it was a lewd stare — He wasn’t like the other boys in Barton Hollow. He’d made a promise, an internal pact, to never treat her like some object for his own personal pleasure. He would respect her as a woman, and furthermore a woman he cared deeply about. That meant being respectful and decent except in the few scenarios where it allowed for some coy, sensual flirtation. So yes, he did find himself unconsciously staring at her but it was only ever with a look of pure adoration. Most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it, not until she commented on it or looked directly back at him and questioned what he was looking at. It was just some unconscious reflex he couldn’t control. When there was a lull in whatever movie they were watching, or if he was reading a boring passage in a book, no matter what the situation Harvey would find his mind —and eye— wandering directly to Mariana, looking gorgeous and completely oblivious to the wonderment and awe in his warm gaze.

That very afternoon they were doing their usual “chill” post-school hang out. It started out with him picking her up from school with a coffee in hand and ended back in his bedroom, close in company while doing something separate. Mariana lounged back against the pillows on his queen sized bed wearing one of his old Lacrosse jerseys and not much else, idly flipping through a magazine while Harvey sat at the foot of the bed with his iPad and a dozen various google search tabs opened on safari. Research… for how to break centuries old blood pacts with demons. The usual stuff. They were mostly silent, not really interacting. Mariana occasionally stopped reading to pull out her phone and respond to messages, messages Harvey pretended to know nothing about. Every time she shifted, the collar of his shirt would move with her, sometimes sliding down over her shoulder so it peaked out from beneath the fabric, teasing him from where he sat at the foot of the bed. Another day he might have taken the moment to crawl over and divert her attention from her phone to his lips, to seize the opportunity and cuddle closer to her. Today was different. He wasn’t thinking about the way her body would feel pressed into his — he did his best not to dwell too hard on that anyway. He wasn’t really thinking much at all. He was going off some other instinct he couldn’t quite name, focusing on her and clearing his mind save for the weird way he was feeling at that moment. In his head it was her and only her, nothing else was really registering. It was almost like an out of body experience, he wasn't really aware of what he was doing or how he was moving. So when Mariana had spoken up, not even bothering to look away from her phone, he was caught completely off guard. How long had he been out of it?

“Oh… sorry, baby,” he’d said dumbly. The grin that followed was small but sheepish, barely enough to form shallow dimples in his cheeks. He almost turned his attention away from her, chastened by being caught observing her, but he didn’t. Instead Harvey just kept his gaze locked onto her, the sheepish grin changing into something softer and unknown as he just watched her some more. Evidently, Mariana knew he was still looking. Soon enough her eyes were on him, a questioning glance in the way she looked back at him. It would normally be enough to cause him to blush and look away, fumbling with his words for a second before recovering with some flirty little something to make the moment seem less awkward. He’d recover with a compliment on her beauty, which was always sincere given that even sitting there in one of his shirts she was still somehow the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. Or he’d make a joke about her “adorable resting bitch face” or inquire on what she was thinking because he was just burning with curiosity over what her microexpressions meant. Anything. He’d recover with just about anything… But today he was completely lost for words. “It’s just...”

He couldn’t quite describe what was going through his mind as he sat there looking at her; observing the lines of her face, counting the different shades of gold and green and brown that made up her hazel eyes, following the slope of her lips. Committing her face to memory though he’d already known it so well. It had almost felt like he was looking at it for the first time ever, really just looking at it. The more he stared at her, the more he felt this cloudy and heavy feeling inside his mind and chest, one that overwhelmed his every sense. He’d felt dizzy and light and dreamy and soft and nervous and excited all at once. It caused a laugh to bubble up his throat, a low vibrating chuckle that came from deep in his chest. The laugh didn’t quite catch either of them off guard… but the words that accompanied it did. He had no idea what he was about to blurt out, completely lost in that moment and the odd new feelings swirling within him that he had no idea what he was going to say. If he’d had any control in that moment, he’d have stopped it from coming out. This wasn’t how he wanted to present it, this wasn’t how he imagined it happening. And yet, nothing could stop the words from falling out with that soft laughter, low and gentle and yet very much loud enough for them both to hear.

“I love you.”

The moment he’d said those three small words, everything around him seemed to change. Whatever light and airy feeling had possessed him had suddenly lost its fight to gravity. He’d felt literally as if his body had been slammed back down to earth, much like coming down from a daydream. His own words gave him whiplash, left him winded and terrified of the response. His heart had gone from a slow and steady pace to galloping madly within his chest, and suddenly his throat was clenched with anxiety. All at once, the soft and sickly sweet, loving, grin that had formed on his lips had vanished as the inclination of his outburst settled between them. He’d not even given himself much of a chance to decipher her reaction. In the split second between realization and finally tearing his gaze away from her, Harvey could have sworn he saw Mariana’s face blanche in response. Whether it was true or a trick of his mind, that’s not the kind of reaction you hope for after such a reveal.

“That… that wasn’t… that’s not how I wanted to say that,” Harvey sputtered out, burying his face in his hands. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, just a couple feet away from her and yet he felt miles away. Or perhaps he wished he was. He groaned against the rough skin of his palms before freeing himself from his hiding spot, angling a bright pink face in her direction though not meeting her eyes as he rambled on. “I had a whole thing planned out. I was going to take you somewhere nice, on a proper date, and - and I’ve been taking these Spanish classes, practicing my accent, and I wrote down a whole thing and I was going to surprise you with it, I swear and I-I,” he swallowed, his cheeks dusted in a crimson sheen. Harvey was flustered and embarrassed, shy and insecure. He’d wanted to create a romantic swoon worthy moment of the day he’d declare his feelings for her. Something she could look back on and remember fondly. Not like this. Not while wearing sweatpants and a v neck t-shirt with a light mustard stain on it he had yet to notice. He wanted to give her something she could always look back on with no regrets. But it was too late. He’d said it and he couldn’t take it back.

“What’s it matter anyway? If it was in English or Spanish or at some fancy special place?” He’d finally said. Slowly he crawled towards her, closing the space between them. He’d finally looked at her again and he wasn’t entirely sure what her expression meant. Or maybe he just refused to acknowledge what was plain across her face. “You had to have known how deeply I’ve come to feel for you. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, at least not from you. But if it isn’t obvious…. I’m crazy about you. I cherish you and adore you, and I... I feel like I can truly be myself around you. I mean look at us — we’ve been sitting here quietly for hours, barely talking and yet… I feel so happy and comfortable just being near you. You.. you mean the world to me. You came to me during what felt like the darkest time of my life, from something I never imagined I could survive from, and you helped me see that my life isn’t over. Just by giving me something new to be excited about. You make me feel alive. And I… I don’t know, I just…” His breath stuttered around his words, his hands moving up to cup either side of her face. He searched her gaze momentarily, hoping she’d stop his mad rambling with a kiss and a return of the feelings. Something. But she didn’t. Maybe she was in shock. Was this the first time a boy clumsily revealed his heart to her? He didn’t think so… but maybe this was the first time a boyfriend did. Wasn’t he the first?

Thumbs sliding over her cheek bones, he clenched his jaw for a second before giving her that special dimpled grin that seemed to be reserved for her. That special smile which initially disappeared in the Devil’s Cavern all those months ago with his friends until the fateful day a cute blonde came jogging down his lane and ushered them back into his life. Now his every smile belonged to her and her only. “Te amo, Mariana,” Harvey tested the phrase with a voice that was soft but full of conviction. It was a phrase he’d worked on for weeks, which he’d quietly rehearsed to the mirror or deep in the night when she was fast asleep in the crook of his arms and the only audience he had was the moon peeking through the mountains outside. He’d said it many times to her when she wasn’t able to hear, and yet it felt so exhilarating and new saying it now directly to her face. Now she knew, she knew the extent of his heart and how it yearned for her. He couldn’t take it back, it was already being laid on a silver platter and offered to her for the taking. He could only hope she’d accept what he was giving… And maybe return the sentiment. Oh how he hoped she’s come to feel the same for him. As he tilted her face back so he could see clearly into her eyes, he swallowed down his nerves as he added, “Please tell me I said that right and I didn’t just tell you to, like, fuck off or something. And please… Please tell me you feel the same.”

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