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happy74827 · 1 year ago

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Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

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It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

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foreingersgod · 2 months ago

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Softcore . CH

paring: caroline harvey x reader

synopsis: is this love really worth saving? or has it already run its course?

wc: 3.8k

A/N: this came out a lot like "champagne coast" that i wrote for caitlin clark, so if you like fics like this, you should go check that one out as well :)

this one is dedicated to @wnba123! sorry it took so long for me to get to your request queen; hope you like it!

WARNING!!! this fic is angst to comfort/smut!!! this piece will be completely SFW up UNTIL THE DIVIDER. if you do not wish to engage with the smut portion or are a man or a minor. please heed this warning and do not read past the warning line. thank you!

it's exhausting. exhausting to mourn someone who's still alive. who sleeps next to you nearly every night, shares your home, your heart, your soul.

but it feels like she's already left you, at least, in all the ways that matter. her laugh no longer lights the room, her eyes drifting away from yours-off to some reality you can't reach. you talk, but it's nothing more than an empty echo down a hallway. you kiss her, but her lips are cold and rough, like pressing your lips to a memory. you hold her, but you almost feel fuller when you're alone.

you never thought that this is where you'd stand, in a love that's fighting to stay alive. at least not with caroline. but you can feel it, the ember that's begging to be fed, it's there.

you probably should've seen it coming, and you battled yourself every day for it. that you were a fool, and you've been playing that role for much longer than you had realized. letting this sense of unfamiliarity unravel until it pushed both of you to your limits. because how are you supposed to bury a love that's still breathing?

but maybe it wouldn't be hurting this much if it hadn't once been so beautiful.

you met when you were both sixteen-awkward and loud and painfully alive with so much to give. she'd write you love letters, shove them into the crack of your locker. you'd wear her favorite hockey sweatshirt for 2 years straight, well-loved with the scent of her lingering on it even after washing it. you'd sit with each other under the bleachers, the world around you ready to prepare you for it all to end. but you never grew out of it, rather you grew up into it.

college, jobs, your first apartments. then eventually your first apartment together. promise rings that didn't feel rushed-it felt inevitable.

but somewhere between the 9 a.m. meetings and the late-night grocery runs. between the laundry piles and forgotten kisses, something slipped. she'd come home tired, sweaty and frustrated with dreams so big they'd weigh her down. and you'd stay quiet, elbow deep in dirty dishes with a shoulder ready to cry on.

you'd shamefully scroll on your phone during dinner-if you even bothered to sit together anymore-because it was far easier than trying to make mindless small talk. with every 'how was your day', there was a 'fine' and it hurt. you'd sleep facing away. not in anger, just habit. and she'd do the same. every so often a hand would brush against your thigh, a faint apology whispered in your ear when she came home exasperated once again.

but you still love her. always have and always will. you loved her so much that your devotion was merely intensified by her absence. though it's so quiet now-how this love has turned out to be.

she'd used to hold your hand in the car, caress her thumb over yours at painfully long red lights. now her hands stay glued to the steering wheel. she used to trace the letters of your initials on your bare back before bed because she knew the feeling soothed you, now you run your own fingers up and down the length of your arm instead.

you catch yourself staring at her sometimes. just searching. trying to find the young girl you fell in love with all those years ago. the girl you kissed on the football field after sneaking out of junior prom, the girl who ditched class just so she could have lunch with you every day. the girl who once said "i want every version of you, even the ones you don't like".

and maybe she was in there still, rather you knew she was. but is she too far gone to save at this point? because it's easier to pretend nothing's wrong than to admit that it's broken, even if you both know it.

you weren't even trying to start something that night. it was late, a long a grueling thursday. one of those nights where the silence is louder than the TV, the traffic outside your apartment blaring louder than usual. you were folding laundry on the couch, a hamper between your legs as you tossed t-shirt after t-shirt into a stack next to you.

you had been particularly sad that day, waking up without your girlfriend next to you. early practices again, it had seemed. she didn't even bother to tell you. suddenly in that moment, it all came crashing down on you. the weight of the uncertainty ahead of you gripping at your heart. it must've been hours that you cried that morning, uncontrollable and inconsolable. you couldn't stand it anymore.

she had walked into the apartment quietly at around 10 p.m., barely acknowledging your presence on the couch as she locked the door behind her. you could already tell from the way her shoulders slumped and the way her eyes glistened in the lamp light, that she was starting to feel the weight of all this too. or maybe it was just the way she never looked at you anymore-not really.

few words were exchanged as she slipped off her shoes, letting her bag fall to the ground. you offered her a sweet smile as you reminded her that dinner was in the fridge for her. surprisingly, she smiled back and retreated to the kitchen to eat for probably the first time that day. you could see her, from the opening between the living room and the kitchen, that she was picking at her meal, head down and phone in her hands.

you weren't sure what summoned the courage in that moment. could've been fear, could've been exhaustion. but you remember opening your mouth just so slightly, muttering out the vaguest of words.

"we don't talk anymore"

there was a pause, the clanking of silverware on porcelain, the impact of her phone on the countertop. every noise just a little too crisp for your liking.

then, finally looking at you in the eyes for the first time all night, she spoke. "we're talking now"

that did it. flipped the switch in you for good, all the feelings from that morning bubbling up past your throat.

you let out a dry laugh as you dropped the hoodie you had just folded on the coffee table in front of you. back extending from the irritation curling in your spine, you leaned back on the couch with a furrowed look on your face.

"you think this counts? this isn't talking" you huffed, trying not to escalate a situation that hadn't fully begun "this is coexisting, this is pretending"

she stood, with the same composure she held when she arrived home, as she propped herself against the edge of the kitchen island. her arms were crossed, face unreadable, shoulders rolled back.

"what do you want me to say?"

"i want you to say something," you snapped "anything real, truthfully. i want you. i want you to stop looking through me like i'm a ghost"

her voice was tight, and you could see her jaw clench as she bit down harshly on the inside of her cheek "i'm doing my best okay? i-i go to practice, i'm going to classes, and then i'm here. i'm home with you, i'm showing up-"

"no you're not!" you cut in with a raise in your voice, throwing up your arms in disbelief. did she really think that? that she was here, like she had always been and nothing had changed? "you're physically here, yeah, but everything else? your heart, your head? you left months ago and you didn't even tell me"

silence. your voice cracked, a sob pushing at the back of your ribs, spilling past your chapped lips. you breathed deeply as you fought back the tears.

"maybe," she said, softly, arms uncrossing as she ran her hands down her face in defeat "i didn't want to admit it. that something was off, that i was off"

you blinked, tears welling at your lash line, frozen in place "what does that mean?"

you studied her expression, her body language. she looked beat, bags like tattoos underneath her eyes, hair unkempt and disheveled. it wasn't just an end-of-day look of weariness. it was like her soul was slowly shattering.

"i think we're too young" she choked up, regret laced in her tone "i-i think we got caught up in forever you know? before we even figured out who we were. we went from prom to rent, from curfews to car payments. and i don't know-i'm tired"

"tired of what?" you trembled "of me?"

"no. don't twist this. i'm tired of whatever this has been, we both know that. we jumped into life like we had it all figured out at sixteen"

that was it. too young. too soon.

you had danced around that significant detail forever. both of you too afraid to say it out loud, to risk losing what had become your normal, not wanting to lose everything you had built.

"so what, you-" you cleared your throat, finally letting a single tear spill "you think this was a mistake?"

"i think we didn't know what we were giving up," she shook her head, coming over to sit on the couch next to you, the cushion dipping under her weight "i never got to find out who i was without you-and that's not fair to you either"

you felt like your world just came crumbling down, her words like a plague. years of love and passion, absolutely destroyed. how could this be true, how could she possibly believe all this? this may have been what you feared all along; you were the fool who only held her back.

"then go" you said through gritted teeth, shutting your eyes like this would all go away if you wished hard enough "if you want the space-to find yourself or whatever, then go. i'm not going to hold you here"

"that's not what i'm saying" she said desperately. then you felt the pressure, her hand on your upper thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze. igniting that sense of comfort you knew you once had.

"then what are you saying exactly?"

she didn't answer right away. she just looked at you, like she was seeing you for the first time in a long time. caroline watched as you unraveled in front of her, bursting into dreadful tears and worried hiccups. she saw the way you brought a hand up to support your forehead, like the pressure of it all had knocked the wind out of you.

"babe," she said through the tension "i miss you, i miss us. i miss the way we used to look at each other like this was all worth something in the end. now i just feel like this weight dragging you down. i'm so busy with this idea of success, to be the best girlfriend, the best teammate and player...i don't know. i miss not being like this"

you felt your breath catch on what felt like nothing. but you noticed it, the slight shift in the room. nothing was fixed, nothing was healed, but maybe there was a lick of hope that teetered between you. with glossy eyes, you looked over at her and sighed.

"i still see her, you know?" you briefly smiled "that dorky teenage girl who would throw rocks at my bedroom window just so she could say goodnight. that treated me like her entire world even if it may have been too soon, the one who promised she'd never stop loving me. i still see her"

it was her turn to return your smile, her genuine laugh cascading through the room "i think i may have lost her through all the bills and late nights. probably when we stopped kissing each other goodnight"

you swallowed with an ache of motivation in your chest, biting at your lips. her expression mirrored yours, just two lost hearts searching for the right answer. though part of you wished you could pause the moment, scared for what was about to come next. you'd hoped you could soak this in for just another minute, truly memorize the remorse written all over your girlfriend's face.

"i think," you said gently "if we try-really try-we can find her again. same for me, i'm not innocent in any of this. but babe, i-i don't want to lose you. i want to be us again"

she leaned in close to you, hand still resting on your leg, barely an inch between you two. you could feel her breath against your cheek as you leaned back, lips ghosting over hers.

"even if they've changed?" she whispered.

"especially if they have" you said "we're a little lost but...i think we've found the map"

she reached for your hand first-tentative, like it was fragile. then, without a second thought, you placed your hand against her freckled cheek and brought her in closer to you.

finally, after all the silence, she closed the gap between you with a kiss. it wasn't rushed, nor was it cinematic. but it was slow and sweet, careful and desperate. it felt like you had been underwater after all this time, and you were finally getting the chance to breathe again.

it was the kind of kiss that didn't erase the pain but promised to stay through it.

"i don't want to go," she said as she pulled away, resting her forehead on yours "what you said before. i don't want to go be someone else, i wanna stay right here"

it was like she was surrendering. putting her heart on her sleeve to show you this was worth it to her. sure, you may have been young, but you certainly didn't fall out of love. this was your girl, your everything, your absolute soulmate. neither one of you intended to let go anytime soon, even if all you had were promises.

"then don't" you panted, passion taking over your body. you trailed your hands down to her chest, fingers clenching onto the fabric like you might lose her as you pulled her against your lips once more. this time, this kiss had been hungry and pure.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

she groaned quietly into mouth at your sudden sense of boldness. her fingers reached for your hair, tangling in your soft locks. she was grasping onto you with the same urgency. there was no letting go. not after this.

your hands were firm against her torso, fingertips roaming the cotton of her top like you'd never touched such a material. you were drawing her in like gravity had finally kicked in, like your bodies were catching up to what your minds already knew-you weren't done with her yet. you were far from it, in fact. the heat between you was electric, but it wasn't just lust. it was years. it was history and heartache, a collection of the love you and caroline had reveled in since you were in high school.

"are you sure?" she asked, forcing you to look at her. she didn't need to say anything else, the fire building between you made it clear what she was talking about. you nodded, your fingers tracing her cupids bow delicately. even after all this distance, she still wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

her lips moved with purpose, with need, like she was pouring all her apologies and promises into every second. It was a kiss that said don’t ever doubt me again, a kiss that said I’m still here. You responded with the same vulnerability, parting her lips with yours, your hand rising to cradle the back of her neck, keeping her close, grounded.

her hands snaked below the hem of your shirt and spread across your chest, palming your breasts just enough to make you gasp. you hadn't felt her touch you like this in so long-like she actually wanted you, still after all these years. nothing forced, just an incessant need to have you.

and god, you needed to have her too.

"i can't tell you how much i missed this" she muttered against your jaw as you kissed down her neck, tasting the saltiness of her post-practice skin. but oddly it was sweet, something far more intimate than just sex "let me take you to bed?"

with a satisfied hum, you let her assist you off the couch. her hands were still on your waist, lips still grazing that one spot that made you weak. it was a chaotic walk to the bedroom, a mess of exasperated giggles and discarded clothes until the back of your knees met with the edge of your bed.

"please," caroline spoke again threw the heated kisses. you could feel her shudder against you, her skin forming small bumps underneath your fingertips. she reluctantly forced her lips off of yours as she laid you down against the linen sheets, climbing ever so carefully to hover over you "please"

you chuckled, feeling her maneuver down your body, resting her head against your chest. but your laughter soon stopped when you felt wetness fall onto your abdomen.

was she crying?

"baby," you cooed, taking a hold of her chin to motion her to look up at you "please what? what's wrong?"

she glanced up at you with panic in her eyes. tears fell down her flushed cheeks gingerly as she sniffled. you waited patiently for her to answer as you ran your hand along her shoulder to settle her. you couldn't quite explain the look on her face-the way her body felt completely bare against you-but it was the most painful yet calming thing you had ever seen. she looked so unguarded in front of you, ready to lay everything out for you to take. but she had seemed firm, ready to tackle the growth that this relationship desperately needed.

"let me stay," her voice quivered as more tears fell "i'm so sorry. for everything. i don't want to find myself if it means losing you-so please just...let me stay"

"caroline" your heart broke just hearing that sentence, twinging at the thought of her thinking you actually wanted her gone "you're home, you're my home. i don't think i'd survive if you left"

a hard puff billowed from her throat in relief "i'm gonna be better i swear"

"i know," you smiled "we both will"

and then the world around you melted, it was just the two of you in the confinements of your bedroom. caroline didn't waste another second to get her hands on you again, and you weren't complaining. you'd waited forever to feel like this again.

her lips moved towards your navel as she traveled lower and lower down your figure, cherishing every inch of you. you let out a content sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let your bodies do all the talking. you feared you'd both be crying if you said much else.

the chill air made you shiver, but caroline was quick to warm you as she breathed against your core. you felt needy and hot, almost impatient as she took her time admiring you. reminiscing on these moments where you were splayed out just for her. but you were growing weary the more dottled.

"don't tease" you whined into vacancy.

"m'not" she grinned "i'll give you want you need baby, don't worry. let me take care of you"

always one to give, always one to please. and you loved it. her palms planted against the plushness of your thighs, spreading you even more open than you already were. kisses trailed from the inside of your legs then finally to where you needed her most-whining when she placed a delicate kiss to your needy pussy.

"fuck," you said, one hand instinctively coming up to grasp at your tits, the other flying to the back of her head to keep her in place.

she moaned into you, loving the pressure as she quickened her pace. her tongue glided across your pussy, flattening out to lick a long and slow stripe. you bit at your lip to try and submerse your whimpers, hearing her hum slightly as she flicked her tongue over your clit relentlessly, only making you grasp at her hair tighter.

that did nothing but motivate her, giving her the reassurance she'd been craving since she got you naked. her tongue continued its assault against you despite your quiet pleas and restless movements, her eyes looking up at you like you were sent from the gods themselves.

"fuck, i love you so much" she said, temporarily releasing your clit from between her lips "you have no idea"

your brows raised in anticipation as you felt the pressure build up in your lower stomach, watching her in awe when she buried her face back in between your thighs. your legs began to tremble and your knuckles grew white the closer you got to release.

"i love you too," you blabbered "i love you i love i love you, shit, i'm so close"

"taste so good," she responded, the strokes of her tongue getting sloppier by the second, enticing a short cry out of you.

you jerked forward, back arching off the mattress when you felt her speed up. the wetness that accumulated from your cunt, mixed with that of her mouth was just enough to send you over the edge. she could sense that you were close, letting her tongue prod at your entrance to move in and out of you-exactly what she knew you liked. she remained steady with you, watching you closely as you fucked yourself on her mouth.

"that's it, that's it" you cried, letting your hips buck against her face. your body spasmed as your orgasm began to take over, eyes rolling back from the sensation "fuck i'm gonna come, oh my god"

"there you go, baby" she mumbled into your pussy, absolutely lost in the feeling of you coming undone on her mouth "come for me, i got you"

you let out one last long moan as you relished your high, chest rising and falling to catch your breath. caroline was quick to remove herself from her position, only to hover over you once more for a kiss. your heart was pounding, brain fuzzy and body still twitching.

"you okay?" her voice muffled through the kiss. you nodded, smirking as you felt your taste still on her tongue.

"more than okay," you said. she smiled back before laying down beside you, brushing your messy hair from your face in the process. you allowed yourself to completely envelop yourself around her, limbs tangling with hers loosely.

after a few minutes of silence-your skin on hers, hearts beating in unison, touches wandering-she found the will the speak.

"we're gonna be okay, right?" she said. you breathed, silencing her worry as you rubbed circles with your thumb against her cheekbone.

"yeah, baby" you beamed "we always are"

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burekforsatoru · 2 months ago

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cinnamon

sebastian (stardew valley)/reader | read it on ao3 sebastian helps out while you experience The Horrors (period) wc: 1k tags: period relief written as a gift for my darling @velvetlilith777 but shared for all you period havers, you're all doing better than you think, i love you

“anything else from the store?” sebastian’s voice crackled through the phone.

you groaned into the microphone, curled up into a little donut on the bed, nose crinkled as your face scrunched into a grimace.

“n-no… just come here.” vaguely, you could hear his response, a quick okay love you gonna be there soon before he ended the call, already winded as you guessed he started rushing himself.

it was the only way, you had no pads left in the house, and no time to go and restock before your morning started with a horrible stabbing pain in your abdomen that just continued pulsating. the painkillers did that wonderful thing again, the one they liked to pull on you when you needed them most - they did absolutely fuck all. exceeding the recommended dose for the day of two different types of ingredients, much to the displeasure of doctor harvey, didn’t work yet again. just my luck, you thought, on the last day that i can plant those blasted pumpkins this year. if it was yoba’s punishment for whatever sin you may have committed in your life - you were pretty sure they were just being a hateful bitch at this point. nobody deserved this. not even pierre, the damn cunt who had raised prices of pads and tampons so much that you had to go to the city if you didn’t want to go bankrupt for basic life necessities.

ugh. it was a pain trying to roll over, but at least you could try telekinesis again if only you could face the open space of your bedroom-living-room-kitchen again, willing the kettle to boil, the last tea bag to jump into a mug, douse itself in boiling water, and levitate towards where you were curled up into a croissant on the bed.

what felt like an eternity later, you found yourself cemented in the opinion that you just couldn’t use telekinesis and you should just give up. just as you closed your eyes again, resigning yourself to wait out the pain by trying to trick yourself to fall asleep again, the spare key turned in the lock of the front door.

sebastian all but ran inside, carrying way too big of a bag for what you had sent him to the store for - a big pack of pads, some pain medication, and a box of cinnamon tea. simple, right? you groaned again, trying to lift yourself up into a sitting position that just wasn’t happening, when he rushed over to you, planting a small kiss to your forehead before he ran back into the kitchen to unpack everything from the bag. you watch in disbelief, through the slit between your almost shut eyelids.

a giant chocolate bar. another giant chocolate bar. a bottle of milk. two boxes of cinnamon tea. one, two, three packs of painkillers. two packs of pads, what looked like a comically big tub of chocolate chip ice cream, and a tray of cookies. he looked back with a smirk before hurrying to fill up the kettle, putting it on the base to boil while he put away the items he had unloaded onto your kitchen counter.

“sorry i took so long, they had to verify that i’m not about to off myself with so many painkillers. you’d think that the rest of the basket would make it obvious what they’re for but… whatever, protocol, i guess.” he kept talking, more to himself than anything else as you lay looking lifeless on the bed, slowly opening and closing your eyelids.

“mhm…” you managed to squeeze out, just waiting for the moment when you didn’t have to end your every thought with a voiceless just fucking kill me already.

you must have dozed off for a minute there, for when you opened your eyes again, it was to sebastian gently, carefully, moving you to place a hot water bottle, freshly refilled with the water from the kettle, against your abdomen. oh if you could move right now, he’d be getting his entire face smooched. his quick smile stayed in between your eyeballs and eyelids as you closed them again, feeling the warmth spread through your body slowly, numbing you a little before melting your limbs, unsticking them from a clenched up state you spent the morning in.

he was back again soon, carefully walking with a mug full of hot tea, steeping with a tea bag in as he placed it onto the bedside table next to you. one more forehead kiss, one more trip into the kitchen as you watched his back disappear from your line of sight. it was almost instantaneous, or maybe you dozed off again, because he was back so quickly with a chocolate bar that he also placed next to you on the bedside table and circled your bed, climbing in carefully so he wouldn’t disturb you too much.

“there we go,” he gently spoke as his body slotted against yours. his feet slowly traced yours, his knees fitting perfectly against the backs of yours, his chest against your back, his lips on the back of your head. “there we go.” he repeated.

you didn’t speak again, the thick duvet he tucked both of you under carried the perfect weight, and you felt like you could finally get a moment of peace, a moment of calm after the storm as his large hands travelled to where you clenched the hot water bottle against yourself. he pressed gently, creating just the right pressure on your aching body, making you groan, but more in satisfaction as the heat spread through you faster.

“got you now, it’s okay,” he continued, murmuring sweet things into your ear, murmuring all the things you’d be able to do when you felt better, offering to fight mother nature for you, offering to beat up your uterus if it didn’t stop hurting his love, anything to make you chuckle weakly. and he always succeeded. just like now, when you opened your eyes one more time to reach the mug and take a small sip, taking a look at the tag on the tea bag that loosely dangled from the mug. it had a cheesy line on it, one that certainly made you put the mug back and snicker to yourself as you closed your eyes, ready to drift off with him. you’re my cup of tea.

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inloveinsickness · 10 months ago

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cid ! ! congratulations on 100 followers lovely <3 if it’s not too late, could i join your event with kuroo + office romance / coworkers to lovers. maybe a lil secret relationship sprinkled in 🤭 thank you so much !!! ^_^

❝ LOVEBIRDS ❞ — kuroo tetsurou

cw. f!reader, fluff, established relationship, office romance, not-so secret relationship (that everyone knows about), not beta read. | wc: 568

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“don’t forget you have a meeting in…” you glance at your watch, grey patterned carpet below your feet dulling the click of your shoes as you walk up to the desk in the middle of the room, “15 minutes.”

kuroo sighs, lifting a file up in your direction and rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “ugh another one?” you barely catch him mumbling under his breath that he needs another cup of coffee.

“i know, i’m sorry.” you coo, taking it from him and adding it to the stack on your arm. “your next one’s not until 3 though, so there’s plenty of time to coop up in your office with little old me until then.”

he peers up at you with the softest puppy eyes he can muster up, painted with purplish dark circles and a pout on his naturally rosy lips, “can we have lunch together after?”

“people are going to talk, kuroo.”

“you’re so dramatic, we’ll just be eating!”

you shoot him a pointed look, “this would be the third time this week and it’s only wednesday.”

you remember how the rumours spread like wildfire when someone spotted kuroo drinking out of a mug with a lipstick stain lining the rim, the shade a little too close to the one you wear to be coincidental.

there was nothing wrong with dating your co-worker, who is by extension, your boss. by nothing you mean everything, because what would everyone think? you’re not about to be that person that climbed up the ranks just because their partner was in a favourable position with the company, that’s the last thing you’d want people to think about your relationship with him— he’s so much more than that.

kuroo on the other hand, thinks it’s perfectly fine. just look at suits! harvey and donna, mike and rachel, oh don’t let him go on. he’s a sucker for a sweet office romance and when you waltzed through the doors of his office announcing that you were his new personal assistant, it was love at first sight.

the longer you stayed by his side, the more he was convinced that you just so happened to be the woman of his dreams. you’re responsible, put-together, keeps him in check which he finds so hot— very few of his past PAs could keep up with him. he’s constantly busy and taking on more and more projects, most find him slightly obnoxious, his smooth tongue and jokes get under the skin of those that couldn’t keep up. but you, you take it all in stride, and instead of trying to catch up with him, you keep him on his toes and encourage him to reach for greater heights.

you two make a good duo, and everyone else in the team can see your chemistry and the way you’ve positively influenced his productivity and output, and thankfully his work-life balance (and the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes). hell, it’s not even an exaggeration when they say his office plants have not looked healthier since your green thumbs graced them with your presence.

as the dreaded meeting concludes with good news and you leave the conference room falling in step with kuroo, his mentor calls out to him much to the team’s humour (and your chagrin), catching the two of you off guard with reddening ears.

“enjoy your lunch break, lovebirds!”

notes. aimsie !! thank you for your support always ♡

#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #dividers: @/cafekitsune

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heartepub · 2 months ago

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please linger / please come back

genre/warnings/wc. fluff to angst, gn! reader. some food descriptions, prose-y ending ft. jihoon's (over)thinking. unbeta'd, might proofread when it's not 3am. 0.7k. note. for @shinysobi, in response to jihoon + for m, by mikko harvey. part of my 100 followers event !

The day is lovely; perfect for one of the few times he’s relented to your persistent pleas to have a picnic. There’s food laid out before you, mostly from the stalls selling fishcakes, but your mains are two large containers from the other stall selling bibimbap with the day’s first batch of freshly-cooked white rice.

Jihoon has been staring at the slope of your neck for about three minutes now.

It’s devastating, he thinks: the path from your neck to your collarbone, then the slope down your shoulder and arm, is enough to meander through for countless steps without feeling like it’s lost time. Jihoon’s fingers twitch, pressing divots into the soft material of the blanket.

“What?” You cock your head at him, finally noticing his gaze.

“Nothing,” he lies. “There’s something between your teeth.”

Immediately, your hand comes up to cover the lower half your face; a muffled that’s not nothing! escapes from beneath your fingers and prompts a quiet chuckle. You move your tongue inside your mouth, feeling for the nonexistent bits stuck to you before baring your teeth for him to check. He pretends to examine your teeth before nodding once.

For a few moments, there’s nothing but the quiet grace of the early morning. The city is not yet so noisy, at least in this corner; everything is just beginning to awaken.

“The bibimbap is really good,” he says, breaking the silence. His lips close around a mouthful of gochujang-coated rice and vegetables.

You watch him, a smile fighting to emerge even as there is a faint, worried furrow at your brow. “Is this okay? You’ve been tracking your macros, right?”

The chopsticks freeze for a moment. “Cheat day,” he murmurs, before he shovels the next mouthful into his mouth.

Something in you seems to settle then, shoulders slumping so minutely he wouldn’t have notice they were tensed if you hadn’t done anything. “Okay.”

Guilt twinges at him. “I wouldn’t mind more of this. Really.”

The smile settles better at those words. “Even with your schedule?”

“Even then.” Jihoon pauses, swallowing. He gulps some bottled tea before weighing his next words on his tongue. “I don’t do well with surprises, though.”

The curve of your lips shifts into something a little more amused. “I know that, Jihoon-ah.”

Instinctively, he reaches out, taking advantage of you putting down the paper cup with the used-up fishcake sticks to lace your fingers together. You blink, not expecting the public intimacy, before letting out a soft giggle.

“You don’t like surprises, but you surprise me?”

Jihoon deigns not to reply, reaching instead for a fishcake even as he keeps your hands intertwined. His ears burn red. He does squeeze your hand, though, not bothering to hide the smile pulling at his mouth when you squeeze back.

He knows he doesn’t do well with verbalizing his feelings. Even as his trade is all about words, Jihoon lays his heart bare in art, not life. Too much contact. His words may touch others, but his soul is too fragile.

But when he aches for the slope of your neck, or yearns for the sight of crows’ feet at your eyes fifty years from now, he can’t help the terrifying wave of fear that the world will decide on a path that Jihoon cannot defy. The hand holding yours twitches, grip tightening ever so slightly. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he adjusts so you fit better against him.

There is no greed without fear of loss.

Finally, the sun breaks through the clouds. It’s then that he realizes how long you both lingered here; you had left the house with the light diffused softly over the world. Sunlight, dappled by the leaves of the tree you nestled yourselves underneath, now dances across your clothes and skin. On your entwined hands. His thumb traces the patterns of the leaves’ shadows, observing idly when his finger’s shadow would alter its shape.

It’s bad habit to mourn things before losing them. It’s spring and Jihoon is bracing for winter.

But perhaps if he leaves enough of his heart with you, and you with him, the world will be kind enough to let them find their way back to each other if they ever come apart.

note. i listened to lucy dacus' lost time on repeat and i am making it everyone's problem.

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superpyodan · 8 months ago

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In Defence of Alex Mullner 🏈

I've been wanting to write this for a while, because I'm so tired of how often Alex appears to be misunderstood within the Stardew Valley fandom. I truly think that Alex is fundamentally minsunderstood, and as someone who thinks about him a lot (grave understatement), I wanted to put my two pence out there. Please hear me out 😭❤️ I have tried to keep this as objective as possible, based on character information.

(WC: 1085)

A common thing that is brought up about Alex’s character is that he is misogynistic. While I will not deny his misogyny (these are reasons, not excuses), I truly do not believe that, at his core, Alex is a misogynistic person. Something that people never seem to bring up about Alex is the severe lack of role models, especially male role models, in his life. His father was an abusive man, and his grandfather is grumpy and homophobic. A lot of the older men in Pelican Town are either horrible people (Clint, Lewis) or would likely not extend friendship or mentorship to Alex (Shane, Harvey, Demetrius). I would assume that Alex’s primary form of socialisation outside of his family was through gridball-related spaces — Sports teams, fan clubs, etc. There are, notoriously, spaces that are absolutely riddled with toxic masculinity. This, including the issues with his father (who, important to note, canonically didn’t treat Clara well also) have created socialisation problems in Alex’s life. All he’s known from other men is arrogance and toxicity, and because he has no role models, he believes that it’s the type of man he is also supposed to be, especially because he’s an athlete.

He knows it’s wrong, though. He knows, deep down, that this ‘persona’ he puts on is unfriendly and abrasive. He very quickly apologises to the player for it. Which, then leads me to the next point — Vulnerability.

Alex is very emotionally fragile. He’s had a difficult life, something that I assume that no one would argue against. His father was abusive, his mother died, and he lives with his grandparents, one of which is likely less than pleasant to live with. Evelyn is an angel, but she’s all Alex has. I would assume, though, that he barely even has Evelyn to help him with his issues. In Alex’s four heart event, the player finds him venting to his dog. Why would Alex be venting to his dog, if he had a support system? People who are open and willing to help him through his problems? During this heart event, when the player extends a caring hand towards Alex, he opens up about his difficult past. Then, Alex’s 6 heart event, is him once again expressing his own personal issues. His insecurities. His self-worth issues, arguably. Then, in his 8 heart event, he’s once again, upset, this time because of his mother’s death.

Once Alex is given permission to be vulnerable, it’s as if his emotional flood-gates open. Once he has a safe person (the farmer), he’s able to offload many year’s worth of pent up emotions. HIs abrasive exterior melts, and underneath it is a person who is, unquestionably, going through a lot. He’s not as arrogant as he expresses in the beginning. I would assume it’s a coping mechanism, of sorts. A mask to hide what’s going on, on the inside. He’s a gentle man, who has been hard-done by, by absolutely no fault of his own.

Similar to the fact that Alex has no support system, he also has no friends. I’m not entirely sure why this is — Perhaps because of his initial ‘arrogance’, or perhaps due to a fear of being mistreated, or perhaps because he feels (or is!) misunderstood. A big part of Alex’s character, and one that I don’t see mentioned often, is that he never goes to the saloon. Not even during the green rain events. Because of this, I’d assume that he misses out on a lot of social opportunities with the other younger people in town. Alex has Haley, but in canon, their relationship is very shallow. Both of them try to use the player as somewhat of a messenger pigeon between them, and once the player’s heart level is up with either of them, they stop hanging out as much. Alex. Does. Not. Have. Any. Friends. He is lonely, which likely adds to the issues previously mentioned.

‘’He shows off about gridball!!’ — Okay? Why shouldn’t he? He’s obviously talented, and puts a lot of work into his athleticism. This is a non-argument. Let the boy be proud of himself!

Then, there’s the gay issue. This is a little seperate, because it’s a whole other thing that’s mostly headcanon. However — Alex is one of a few bachelors who have a ‘gay’ storyline. As the male player, in Alex’s 10 heart event, he mentions that he was trying to push back his feelings for the player.

‘’I kept telling myself, you can’t have these kinds of feelings for another guy.’’

Many people in the fandom, including myself, are under the impression that Alex is gay, despite the ‘playersexual’ nature of all the romanceable characters. If this were canonically true, it would explain a lot about Alex as a character. Take all the things previously mentioned, on top of the fact that Alex is very obviously dealing with internalised homophobia, and his lonely and outcasted nature makes a lot of sense. Being gay and not having the means to express it can be a deeply isolating experience. Especially for Alex, who, again, is an athlete and has a homophobic grandfather; Two things that would, and do, greatly affect queer people’s ability to be confident in, or understand, their identities. It’s a huge question mark held above Alex’s character.

I think, ultimately, Alex doesn’t know who he is, even without taking his sexuality into account (though, it definitely adds to the situation). He’s never had the ability to explore himself, due to being put into a box as ‘the gridball guy’ with the dead mother and abusive father. He lives with his grandparents, so likely isn’t able to be as carefree as other characters (such as, say, Abigail). I also don’t think he’s able to be carefree because of the sheer amount of baggage he carries. He’s a sweet guy. Fragile, someone who needs another person (the player) to show him some love and care. He needs friendship and a shoulder to lean on, and he’s presumably never had either of those things. He shouldn’t be written off as arrogant or misogynistic, and I truly and wholeheartedly do not believe these things are true to who he actually is as a person.

#alex stardew valley #alex mullner #stardew valley #sdv alex #i just love him no one gets it

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lunarcovehq · 10 months ago

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JASMINE CASTILLO (GRETA ONIEOGOU) IS LOOKING FOR…

Connection: Adopted Sibling/End to Her Curse/Newly Turned Vampire

Suggested Name: UTP, but last name Delaney-Lopez

Age Range: 28-33

Species: Vampire

Suggested FCs: UTP, but some suggestions are Maria Gabriela de Faria, Daniela Nieves, Emily Tosta, Alisha Boe, Elliot Knight, Rhoyle Ivy King, Jacob Batalon, Zion Moreno, Lizeth Selene, & Harvey Guillen.

Connection Description:

Jasmine is a necromancer/dark magic witch. When she was younger, she brought two different people back from the dead and has spent the rest of her life having to pay the price. In order to bring someone back from the dead, the necromancer must sacrifice a life for a life only they don’t get to choose whose life is taken. Instead, at some point down the line, Death will come and claim the life of someone the necromancer loves (final destination style). When Jasmine was 16, Death claimed the life of her mother and now Death has come to claim the life of your character.

Your character is Jasmine's adopted sibling. She was adopted into the Delaney-Lopez family after the death of her mom. Your character's dads (Manuel & Samuel Delaney-Lopez) were family friends of Jasmine's mom and were planning to help Jasmine and her mother get to Lunar Cove seeing that Jasmine was raised in a dark coven that went against the accords and the official Lunar Cove Coven. Her biological father, Silas Chamberlain (the Reed family's father) was a notorious criminal who got himself arrested in human prison to avoid being punished by the Council.

Jasmine and her mother were trying to get out of the Dark Coven. But, when your character's parents found Jasmine she was all on her own and she refused to speak about what happened to her mother.

Your character's father, Samuel Delaney-Lopez (a witch), was an old flame of Jasmine's mom, Violet. They dated back in High School and although they fell out of touch, they couldn't not help when Violet reached out. Only to their dismay they found themselves with a teenager to look after and Violet missing.

Your character's other dad, Manuel (a werewolf), was hesitate to take Jasmine in given the circumstances and the fact that they already had three kids while living in an apartment in Queens - your character, Tommy (biological child) & Noel (adopted child). But, they ended up growing to love Jas the moment she stayed under their roof. Your character's parents would later end up adopting Jasmine officially when she was 17.

Jasmine is the oldest out of the Delaney-Lopez's and I'm totally up for plotting their dynamic. Your character could have been adopted like Noel or biologically related to one of their parents depending on FC.

Your character would be someone Jas is incredibly close with, despite Jasmine being fairly distant to most everyone else in her life. I imagine she would have been distant starting out with your character as well and very quiet for those first few weeks, seeing that Jasmine used to be afraid to get close to people/had just witnessed the death of her mom. Your character could have been excited to have a new sibling or wary of Jas who was disturbing the existing family dynamic, but warmed up over time.

Jas was always on edge growing up about the curse and, likely would have held off telling your character about it for a long time, before finally opening up. To appease her mind (its up to you if they actually believed in the curse and were afraid of dying as well or if they didn't think it would truly ever claim them), you started to take vampire blood just in case. No one knew if the V would act as a loophole for the curse or not, but low and behold, the curse was triggered, death came to claim your character's life and you died, waking up a newly turned vampire.

I'm open to plotting out when your character turned. They could have turned a full year ago or a few weeks ago. When they died is completely up to you, but after turning they would have found their way to Lunar Cove. It's up to you how your character would feel about Jas now after the curse was trigger, but both of their lives have been irrevocably changed now for better or worse.

Jas’ biological father, Silas Chamberlain, will also be returning at some point as a temporary villain which could add another layer to their family dynamic.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Becca is available for DMs on @cantfightmoonlight!

#Maria Gabriela de Faria fc #Daniela Nieves fc #Emily Tosta fc #alisha boe fc #elliot knight fc #Rhoyle Ivy King fc #Jacob Batalon fc #Zion Moreno fc #Lizeth Selene fc #Harvey Guillen fc #open wc #open connection #familial wc #vampire wc

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