#harvey x shine

[ishiitake]

the aftermath of Abigail bodying the easter egg hunt

[simpingforstardew]

misty [chapter one]

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: harvey has always been a man of routine and order— although just as he begins to tire of his life in pelican town, a new farmer moves to the valley and turns his life around. chapter one.

warnings: pure fluff and romance; eventual smut, but that'll be tagged when the time comes !! please enjoy my harvey playlist while you read ♡ (this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 2.2k

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Harvey gently lets the needle of his record player caress the notches of the vinyl; after a skip, his apartment is filled with the soft melody of Ella Fitzgerald— he hums, content.

The apartment itself is unremarkable, a guest would consider it lived-in, cozy perhaps, but as the doctor looks around his living room all he can see is mess. Abandoned laundry draped over his plush red sofa, dishes waiting patiently to be washed after his microwaved dinner, and his newest TAMIYA model plane yearning to be completed.

Although the glow of the early winter sunset through his window paints a picture of comfort, it’s certainly a bachelor’s flat.

He walks to his kitchenette, stretching his tense shoulders, as he discards the dirty dishes into the sink and grabs a wine glass. Placing the glass onto the small dining table, Harvey considers which wine to indulge himself with tonight; after some performative consideration his reaches again for his usual Merlot— he chuckles to himself, realizing that he has always been a predictable creature of habit.

He pulls out the only chair at the table, bringing the glass to his moustached lips before being interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Glancing at the caller ID, he smirks. Had it been anyone else interrupting his evening, he would have been rather disappointed.

“Elliot, what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, moving from his place in the kitchenette to turn his music down, wine glass comfortably in his grip.

“Harvey! I don’t suppose you’re free tonight?” Elliot sings down the phone, “We haven’t been able to catch-up in quite a while, and I’m finally finished with the first draft of my newest manuscript!”

Elliot has always been a good friend to Harvey since the writer moved to Pelican Town over a year ago— although excentric in his own ways, Harvey has always appreciated having someone else in town to rely on for advice and wine recommendations.

“Congratulations, but I’m afraid I can’t tonight,” The doctor sighs, looking down at his drink, “I’m… rather busy this evening.”

“Lying will get you nowhere, my friend,” Elliot chuckles, “I have it on good authority that the clinic has been empty all day, and besides I still owe you a drink.”

“Yes well,” Harvey racks his brain for an excuse, pacing around his small living area, “The clinic being empty is a blessing, but the medical files won’t update themselves.”

“Very well,” Elliot sighs, melodrama has always been the writer’s strength, “Perhaps another time then.”

Harvey drops his phone unceremoniously, guilt infesting his mind. He could very well have finished his wine, grabbed his favourite green coat from the hook on the front door and travelled down to the saloon. Despite himself, however, he finds himself returning to the dining room table to pour the last of the Merlot into his glass.

Despite knowing every citizen of Pelican town after years of check-ups and festivals, he’s found himself drawn to isolation. Not that he didn’t adore the village and all of it’s quirks, he had just grown despondent over the recent weeks: stressed from his medical work, bored of his own repetitive routine, and— if Harvey is being honest with himself— hopeless. Winter tends to shine a spotlight on your own loneliness, particularly after an unremarkable birthday spent working.

After finishing the last of his wine, Harvey places the glass into the ever-filling sink and combs a hand through his brunette hair. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks away the minutes, echoing through the silent apartment. He sighs, the weight of the day finally settling in as he loosens his tie and prepares for bed. The soft glow of his bedside lamp casts a warm hue on the room, a lone figure moving through the routine of solitude. Perhaps the new year will be better. Perhaps, at the very least, it will provide Harvey with the change he so desperately needs. He thought about praying for such a change, but Harvey has never been a religious man; instead, he begins to dream.

The next morning, sunlight filters through the half-open blinds, painting streaks of gold across the bedroom floor. Harvey stretches, the stiffness in his shoulders a testament to a night’s restless sleep. The clock on the bedside table blinks 7:30AM. Harvey walks down the rickety stairs to the clinic, the call of songbirds outside travelling through the open windows— a melody that almost makes the dispassionate off-white of the practices’ hallway feel a little more pleasant.

“Good morning Maru,” Harvey waves, spotting the coily pink hair of the nurse behind the front desk. He adjusts his tie as he slips into his doctors coat, “You’re here early, what’s the occasion?”

Maru chuckles as she relaxes into the uncomfortable blue office chair, “What? I can’t come in bright and early to start the year right with some administrative work?”

Harvey scoffs, a smirk tugging on his lips, “Frankly, I would have thought people your age are preoccupied nursing hangovers on the first day of the new year— although your help is always appreciated.”

“Well frankly,” Maru imitates the older man, “I can’t believe you take me for such a party animal, Doctor Greenwood. How about I run out and get us some coffee, hm?”

“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are, Maru?”

“Not nearly enough,” Maru giggles, standing up from behind the reception desk to leave before stopping with a gasp “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you— we received an application for someone new to register with our clinic, their paperwork is on your desk.”

The bell on the clinic’s front door chimes as Maru exits, leaving Harvey baffled at the implication of a new patient. With the exception of Elliot last year, nobody has moved into the valley in a very long time. Perhaps with more excitement than is needed, Harvey dashes to his office; sure enough, a single document lays on his desk.

APPLICATION FOR REGISTRY, PELICAN TOWN CLINIC (GENERAL PRACTICE) (Y/N) (L/N) | +19201 184523 Hilltop Farm, Pelican Town...

Harvey adjusts his glasses as he reads the application in awe, why hadn’t he known someone was moving to Pelican Town— let alone into the abandoned farm on the outskirts of the valley? Perhaps he would have known if he had gone to the saloon last night with Elliot: the writer is typically much more aware of the town’s news and gossip than he is.

As he moves into the waiting area of the clinic, Harvey finds his eyes glued to the application in his hands— as if he is attempting to memorise every letter formed from the delicate handwriting on the form. The familiar bell of the front door chimes, failing to distract the doctor from his reading.

“Maru, that was extraordinarily fast— you didn’t get decaf again did you? That prank just isn’t as funny as you insist it is.” His large hand reaches up to adjust his glasses as they slide down the length of his freckled nose.

“Oh, not a fan of decaf,” An unfamiliar voice replies, “I’ll try to remember that.”

Harvey looks up from the paperwork, a faint blush washing over his cheeks as he coughs, “I- I’m terribly sorry I-,” He takes a selfish moments pause, just to look at the stranger in front of him, “I thought you were… somebody else, can I help you?”

“It’s okay, I just came in to make sure my application to register here arrived, I’m (Y/n)” You smile, extending your hand out to him as your eyes sparkling under the clinic’s soft light.

“I know-” Harvey scolds himself for his bluntness; he goes to shake your hand, “I mean, I was just reading through your application! Consider it approved… Forgive me, I had no idea anybody new was moving into town.”

“Well, yeah— it was kind of a last minute decision, I’m taking over my grandfather’s farm just west of here. You must be Doctor Greenwood?” You ask, not wanting to dwell on discussions of your late grandfather.

“Harvey,” He lets his arm fall, already missing the warmth of your smaller hand clasped in his own.

“Excuse me?”

“Please, you can call me Harvey,” The doctor places the now forgotten application on the reception desk behind him, “If you would prefer, of course—”

“—Harvey,” His name sounds heavenly coming from your lips, almost as angelic as your soft laughter, “It was nice to meet you.”

In an instant, you're gone. The bell chimes as you leave, singing it's own goodbye.

Harvey is dazed, his hands clenching together as his blush grows darker, “It was lovely to meet you too,” He says to an empty waiting room.

As he turns towards his office, the bell chimes once more; quickly followed by Maru’s animated voice, “Order’s up! One totally-not-decaf coffee for you, and a mint-hot chocolate for yours truly,” Maru giggles.

“T-Thank you, Maru,” Harvey takes the paper cup from his assistant’s hand, “Guess who just left the clinic.”

“Oh no, was it George? I told him that his prescription won’t arrive until next week!” Maru perches on the reception desk, sipping from her hot chocolate, “Do you want me to reschedule his appointment to this afternoon?”

The doctor chuckles, finally tearing his eyes from the front door of the clinic, “No, there’s no need for that— thank you though, Maru.”

The pair drink their beverages in a comfortable silence; Harvey quickly realising that one decaffeinated coffee wouldn’t be enough to satiate him.

“Right, well… I’m going for another one.” Harvey slips out of his doctors coat and into his dark-green cardigan, “Will you be okay here alone for five minutes?”

“You can trust me, Doc,” Maru offers a confident thumbs-up, “I’ll just call if there’s an emergency!”

After a nod to Maru, Harvey is quickly out the door. He basks in the spring warmth before walking down to The Stardrop Saloon— an unnecessary journey considering his coffee machine lay unused in his apartment, but Gus’ coffee is just so much better! At least, that’s what he tries to convince himself. In truth, Harvey just needs an excuse to leave the clinic; a trip upstairs to his apartment will only leave him feeling more claustrophobic.

“Wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are better fate than wisdom” Elliot sings, falling in pace with the doctor as the clinic door slams shut.

“Whatever are you talking about now?” Harvey turns his head to Elliot, slowing his brisk pace to enjoy the short walk with the writer.

“E.E. Cummings, Harvey! You haven’t read his work?” Elliot tuts, patting Harvey on the back as they walk together, “Shame on you.”

“Ah, of course,” Harvey playfully scoffs, sending a smirk to the shorter man, “Consider me utterly embarrassed.”

The pair are greeted by the music from the jukebox as they walk into the Saloon, both waving to Gus.

“Well I can tell how embarrassed you are by the blush on your cheeks,” The writer leans against the bar, eyebrows raised, “Or, has a certain new farmer caught the doctor’s attention?”

“I haven’t a clue what your talking about.” Harvey knew better than to feed into Elliot's delusional romanticism, he simply rakes a hand through his already swept back hair.

“You know you’ve always been a horrid liar, my friend.” Elliot smiles, “They’re quite lovely, aren’t they?”

“Who?” Harvey continues to feign ignorance while ordering a coffee from Gus.

“(Y/n), we met earlier this morning.” Elliot replies, “You would know that they’ve been the topic of conversation in town for a while now… If you came out of that small apartment once in a while.”

“You’re right, you know,” Harvey slouches, ignoring his own advice to his patients about the importance of posture, “I do regret not coming out last night, for what it’s worth.”

“I’m always right,” Elliot gleams, “My question is, was I right about you needing to come out more, or right about (Y/n) catching your eye?”

Harvey takes the coffee from Gus, placing 300g on the bar, “You know you’ve always talked too much, Elliot.”

The writer laughs as he watches Harvey leave the Saloon, “And you love me for it, good friend!”

On the short walk back to the clinic, Harvey finds himself thinking about you as he sips on his coffee. It wasn’t hard to make an impression as a new person in a small town, but never before had Harvey been struck by a stranger’s beauty so quickly, their interaction was short, yet the doctor’s heart raced as he remembered the way the farmer looked up at him.

The bell rings as he enters the clinic, Harvey realises this is probably the most the bell has chimed in a single day.

“Hey, Doc,” Maru greets, continuing her work on the computer in front of her, “Don’t forget that Evelyn has an appointment tomorrow at 10:30.”

“Thank you, Maru.” Harvey sips his drink, walking through the waiting room into his office, “Oh, and make sure it’s on file that (Y/n) (L/n)‘s application to register here is approved.”

Perhaps it’s selfish that a doctor would want to see his patient so soon— he certainly wouldn’t wish for emergency visit, his heart hurts at the thought of (Y/n) being injured— but as Harvey sits down in his office chair and begins to file his paperwork he can’t help but want to see that new farmer again.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Matches Malone: Dad of the Year

Silly idea but I just love the Matches Malone persona aka Bruce in a fake mustache doing a gangster impression. 

So Danny gets “adopted” by Bruce, only he did it as Matches Malone. 

Danny is currently working for Two Face, doing odd jobs, running errands, driving him places. Nothing too illegal but probably not entirely legal, but it’s Gotham and a job is a job. Besides, Mr. Dent isn’t the weirdest person he’s ever met and actually seems to have taken a shine to Danny.

Bruce is currently going undercover as Matches and is using it as an opportunity to get close with his old pal Harvey. Harvey’s new errand boy seems like a nice kid, but will just casually drop some very concerning facts about his home life. He’s feeling a little protective of the young man.

Meanwhile, Danny is confused why this himbo, Matches, who he’s pretty sure is dating his boss is being so nice to him. 

or

Bruce as Matches Malone and Harvey “Two Face” Dent coparent Danny

[finniestoncrane]

Switch

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Another rainy night in Gotham, and another ridiculous hour to be outside in that weather. But she didn’t mind. She was used to being cold. She preferred it. And she was excited enough about her evening plans that she would have walked in the rain for hours to get to where she was going. Luckily though, Gotham’s nightlife was always thriving, despite the threat of villainy and criminals around every corner, even in the broad day light let alone the dark of the very late evening. Which meant that there were plenty of cabs driving on the roads, and she was quick to hail one over to her, telling him her destination. He blinked three times before unlocking the door. Everyone knew the address. It was Harvey’s place. Two Face’s domain.

She wondered if the cab driver had briefly considered warning her, playing the knight in shining armour. At least, had he thought of that before he took a long hard look at her, her neutral, if not slightly mischievous expression and her outfit, which screamed “typical Gotham criminal” and decided against it.

In the back of the cab, she finished the last of her business on her phone, final emails of the night before she switched it off and focused on herself for a while. It was rough business, constantly fighting to remain afloat, scrambling to get near the top. The planning, the organisation, the constant communications. If someone had told her villainy was this difficult, well, she would have still been drawn to it. But she might have considered a degree in administration or business management.

But there were always moments of reprieve. Times she could set aside to relax, when she needed it more than anything else. And as always, ever ready to satisfy that urge though he pretended it was begrudgingly, was Harvey.

Good old Dent would never let her down. Despite his efforts to convince her that he hated receiving her last minute demands for some time alone with him, he was yet to say no to her inviting herself into his home for their sordid little meetings. He liked to convince himself that he had the upper-hand in their relationship, but they both knew better. She had him wrapped around her finger, and she knew how to make the most of that.

As though on cue, her phone pinged, right as she made the move to turn it off. A text from Harvey himself.

“Listen, if you’re not here in the next five minutes, I’m locking the door.”

Rolling her eyes, she typed a reply back.

“Oh yeah? In that case I’ll be fifteen minutes, and we’ll see if big bad Dent can stick to his word, huh?”

Turning the phone off, happy to ignore his response in favour of winding him up further, she sat back against the seat in the darkened cab, watching the ever-present rain drip down the window. Sighing, she admitted to herself that she was looking forward to this as much as she knew Harvey was. There was an undeniable connection between them. Not love, more lust. It was as if he knew her, and that knowledge served her well. He could relieve her tensions, that was for damn sure.

But she didn’t want to get too deep. It was better that their relationship, if they could call it that, remained superficial. Surface level. It was hotter that way. There was a danger to it. She couldn’t really bring herself to admit it out loud, but thinking about it, there was something deeply arousing about the idea that while he was willing to tend to her every need in the bedroom, Harvey was capable of switching moods as quickly as he switched personalities. Where was the fun if your potential sexual encounter wasn’t likely to murder you as equally as they were likely to grab you and kiss you.

She knocked on the large, heavy front door and waited. The panel slid to the side and she looked in, making unamused eye contact with one of Harvey’s goons who closed it, the sounds o f several locks being opened before the door itself was finally ajar. Stepping into the warmth, she offered a polite smile to the three men who stood, armed to the teeth, in the hall of Harvey’s mansion. She made a conscious effort each time to only walk on the neat side, keeping her shoes clean from the dirt and grime on the other. By the time she had made it to his lounge, he was there at the door to greet her.

“You made it.”

“Of course.”

“You stopped answering my calls.”

“Yes.”

He looked at her, straight into her eyes, his brow furrowed in irritation.

“Why?”

“Harvey, I have limited time and limited patience. Do you want to question me or do you want to make a start on what we had planned for this evening?”

Deciding it was easier to give in than to argue, and desperate to be allowed to put his plans into motion, he growled and turned, heading into the lounge and holding the door open behind him for her.

She took a seat on the throne in the room, watching as Harvey stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring two glasses out for himself, and another two for her.

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he swallowed down one glass, then another, and brought one over to her where she sat. Standing still, he watched her sip, blushing when she realised he was staring.

“Penny for your thoughts, Harv? Or a silver dollar, anyway?”

He smiled, an incredulous scoff with notes of unamused sarcasm echoing in the room before he spoke.

“I was actually thinking… you look pretty good up there.”

“Better than you do anyway.”

She smirked, teasing him. And though he scowled, she knew he liked it. Taking her by surprise, Harvey leaned in, taking her chin in his hand and kissing her. It was deep, surprisingly warm. Tender, too. Different from the way he usually felt, there was something to it, something new, but still familiar. His lips, the good side, were firm on her. But the weaker side of his face added the attributes she longed for. Messy, sloppy. It felt carefree, careless when he kissed her, his drool falling from the corner of his mouth, coating her as he moaned. His tongue, running along hers as the vibrations tingled through her throat. But as quickly as he started, he pulled back, awkwardly scratching at his neck. Clearly not his usual self, he shuffled from foot to foot, staring at the ground as he found the confidence to speak.

“So… Did you have time to consider my proposition on your journey over here?”

“I did, and I refuse to just automatically let you take charge, Dent. I don’t know why you would think otherwise.”

He sighed, reaching into his pocket and producing his coin.

“Ok then. Standard rules apply. I’ll flip, we’ll see who gets to go first.”

“Oh, the suspense is killing me.”

She rolled her eyes, a slight smile crossing her lips as she watched Harvey’s coin spin in the air on it’s way up and back down. He caught it perfectly in his palm, slapped it onto the back of his other hand, and revealed it.

“Ha! Ok, Harvey. Let’s get you trussed up like the good little slut you are.”

With a groan, he tossed his head back and began to shuffle behind her as she led him to his throne in the middle of the room.

“Sit down, big boy. Let’s get going, I think we’ve wasted enough time.”

Surprisingly obedient, Harvey took his seat on his ridiculously opulent throne as she stood up and looked straight into her eyes as she opened her purse up, producing several strands of deep red silk.

“You planned ahead.”

“You didn’t?”

He sneered at her, but the soft, red glow on his cheeks betrayed his confident and callous exterior. This was getting to him, it was pleasurable. And she could keep it up all night if she had to. The playful back and forth, the never-ending disagreements. It was the backbone of their ‘relationship’ and it fed them both what they needed and more. Chaos, an escape route if things got too emotional, toeing the fine line between lust and hate.

Harvey sighed at the result of the coin as he faced his throne, pulling his shirt out from his pants and lifting it up over his taut abdomen, revealing his muscles, scarred on one side, smooth on the other. Turning, he caught her eye and smirked a little, pleased that his body could still draw her attention that way after however many times she had seen it before. Sitting in his chair, finally, he slid his pants and underwear off, his cock, soft still, resting between his open thighs, completely on display for her, which she appreciated sincerely.

Taking the silk, she tied his ankles to the legs of his throne first, noting to herself that he put up no fight, happy to submit it seemed, despite his insistence that he was always the dominant one in any scenario. She moved to his arms next, bringing the silk around his muscular forearms and sliding it down, pulling the ends to bring his arms tightly together.

With his hands tied together at the wrists, she raised them above his head, using another length to keep them up by connecting them to the back of the throne. She let her eyes wander down his body, shirtless and exposed, his cock beginning to stiffen, twitching at the sensations of her touch and the silk on his skin. The longer she looked at it, licking her lips without even realising, the harder he seemed to be getting. Snapping out of the trance, she returned to her usual witty self and smiled warmly, but mischievously.

“Already, Harv? I’m just tying you up. You really like being subby for me, huh?”

“I really don’t. I just know what’s coming. If I grit my teeth and take it then I get my just rewards.”

“Who said anything about a reward?”

He narrowed his eyes as he waited for her to explain, already concerned about what she could be suggesting.

“Would an orgasm be the reward you expected, Harv?”

“I would have assumed so, yeah.”

“Well… it’s too bad that bad boys who are all trussed up like little sluts don’t get to cum.”

She sank to the floor, kneeling in front of him, dragging her soft hands up his thighs. Her fingers reached the top, close to the base of his cock, skirting around it, briefly grazing it on either side, before she pulled them away. Harvey threw his head back in desperate irritation.

“If you can behave, Harvey, I’ll consider letting you cum. But you have to be very, very obedient. Can you do that?”

“I’m sure I can handle it.”

He rolled his eyes, but he felt a pang of nerves rising in his chest. The only reason he’d called her over, practically begging, was because he was desperate. The urge, the need for release, had been overwhelming. And now he was being asked to supress it. No, in fact, it was being demanded of him.

Before he could adjust himself to the situation at hand, he felt her touch, her fist closing around his length. He gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound, but his breath hissed out as he relaxed into her grip. She watched him, eyes never leaving his face, as she stroked his cock, feeling it pulsing under her touch, watching his face contort as he got closer to the pleasure. As he struggled against the restraints, he bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock through her closed fist. Sensing his desperation she jerked harder, faster, listening to him as he whimpered her name under his breath. He rarely did that, only when he was deeply aroused, so close to orgasm that his mind was stifled and his efforts to pretend he didn’t care who was making him cum lapsed, letting her know he was thinking of her, transfixed on her alone. When she felt his muscles tensing, she let go quickly with no warning, and Harvey snapped at her.

“Oh, fuck- … really?”

“Yep. I told you, rules are rules. You sure you can handle it?”

“Listen, I can handle anything.”

“Let’s test that theory then.”

She stood up from the floor, her hands moving to her back, a sultry move of her hips as she unzipped her dress and pulled it down her body onto the floor. Basking in his gaze, his pupils blown, she let him take her in. Completely naked, no underwear, because what was the point, in her heels only. Either instinctively or stupidly, Harvey pulled against the restraints, trying to reach out and grab her.

Lifting her leg up, she rested her foot on Harv’s chest, the toe of her shoe pressed into his chest and the stiletto heel digging into the skin just below. She increased the pressure, pushing him back into the seat.

“I really don’t think you’re going to be able to do this, Harvey. I think you’re going to give in, which is a shame, because you would make the nicest little fuck toy.”

“I’m really not going to give in, or back down. The coin decided. I can play fair.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Before he had finished his sentence, she had lowered her leg and was straddling him, holding his cock at the base as she lowered herself on to it. His whole body tensed as she clenched around him, her walls stretching to accommodate his entire cock as she balanced on his lap. She rolled her hips forward once, a quick thrust, and Harvey’s fingers gripped the arms of his chair. With a sly giggle, she began grinding herself on him, using him to fuck herself.

Under her, she could feel his body shifting and writhing, at least as much as he could manage while he was restrained. His desperate bids to try and take control of the situation, to at least fuck her instead of being fucked, but he couldn’t get the angle right, and she was grinding down hard on him, limiting his movements.

The more she rocked against him, her fingers clawing at his chest and broad shoulders, moaning in pleasure with each stroke of his cock against her sensitive insides, the more Harvey could feel himself reaching his own climax. But it was telling, his face, the way his breathing became ragged. And each time he seemed to be reaching the point of no return, she kept her body still, his cock twitching inside of her, pulsing as she raised herself off it, waiting until he had calmed down before she began rocking herself on it again.

“You are a complete pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Oh, Harv. Careful what you wish for. I brought more than just the silk ties, you know.”

Something unfamiliar inside of him stirred. He was usually never complacent in being dominated, but the way she commanded control over his body, the suggestion of her possibly taking him and penetrating him gave him butterflies. He’d never admit to it though. Their relationship was unsteady, not based in trust. He couldn’t imagine confessing that to her. he had to maintain at least equality, even if it meant denying himself a pleasure he was suddenly deeply curious about.

She began groaning as she picked up the pace of her thrusts, her slick coating Harvey’s thighs and her own, arousal flooding her as she could feel the heat of orgasm spreading from her stomach through her body. But, much to her own disappointment as his own, as she began to feel herself closing in on her own orgasm, she was thrown off by the sudden shifting below her, and Harvey’s frantic pleas.

“Ok… you have to stop, I can’t… I can’t hold it this time, I swear…”

Swiftly, and without much ceremony, she stood up, his cock freed from her as he sighed in relief, bobbing before settling, the flushed red member settling against his abdomen. He was so hard, so aroused, and she knew he was enjoying himself, but the pain of being denied the pleasure was still etched on his face.

“You need to give me a second… I can’t… I have to…”

“Can’t handle it as well as you thought, huh big guy?”

“Shut up.”

A little irritated by his attitude, she decided to keep pressing him. Bending at the waist, she leaned in to him, her breasts in front of his face, tantalisingly close but just out of reach of his mouth. She stroked her thumb over the head of his cock, wet with her own slick, picking up the small drops of precum which formed at the slit, spreading it over the sensitive skin with the gentle motions. His hips jerked, hitching up in desperation, trying to cling to the modicum of joyous friction and touch she offered. But she pulled her hand away again.

“Oh you… little bitch…”

“Tut, tut, Harvey. That’s not very gentlemanly of you. Even he wouldn’t be so rude to me.”

“That’s because he enjoys watching you torture me.”

“Torture is such a severe word. It’s… teasing.”

“Yeah, Harv!”

He growled at his own response, irritated by how much Two Face enjoyed the suspense, the withholding of pleasure.

“Shut up, don’t make this any worse.”

“Ah, the inner turmoil. One of you loves it, letting me be in charge. The other hates it. And let’s be honest, even more than he loves being brought to the edge and cruelly pushed back again, Two Face definitely likes to see you suffer more.”

He whined, his voice breaking, throat closing as he tensed against her, the way she seemed to have complete control over him.

“Ok, enough now, come on!”

She ignored his pleas, his desperate begging to be let loose. He wasn’t playing by the rules, after all, and he would be mad at himself and her if she gave into his demands so easily.

“Hey, seriously.”

“Oh, Harvey. You’re forgetting the rules, sweet boy.”

He looked to her, confused, eyebrow cocked and mouth open as he thought.

“You’ll have to use your safe word if you want me to stop, silly.”

“Oh…”

Quicker than she expected, Harvey uttered the word in an unamused tone, and the atmosphere shifted. With the confusion now on her end, she untied the silk restraints from Harvey’s ankles and then his wrists, freeing him from his ridiculously egomaniacal throne with a desperately disappointed feeling settling in her stomach. She was worried that she had taken it too far. Worried that she might have ruined things between them. And more than that, she was annoyed that she wasn’t going to get to fuck him now. But, before she had too long to let the dismal feeling fester in her chest, Harvey had his hands on her arms, gripping her tight and turning her around before he dropped her into the seat he had just left.

Swift, surprisingly so, he tied one of her wrists up, and she realised what was happening.

“Harvey Dent!”

“Guess again, baby.”

He grinned wide, self-satisfied and mischievous as he winked at her, tying the other wrist and moving to her ankles.

“Oh. You. I might have known.”

As he smiled, he continued to tie her ankles up, and she put up a little bit of a fight, just for him. She didn’t want him to think he wasn’t getting the full show. He liked a bit of a struggle, after all. At least, Two Face did. And she was more than happy to perform for him.

When he had finally secured her to the seat, mimicking the way he himself had been tied up, he stood back to admire his work. As she stared back at him, her chest heaved, breathing heavily as she waited patiently to be ravaged by him. And she didn’t have to wait long.

He sank to his knees and slowly shuffled towards her, his hands on her knees, trailing up her thighs, spreading them as far as they would go past the arms of the chair without straining her ankles, before he buried his face between them.

She screamed out instantly, the sudden fervour of his touch, the passion and hunger behind it, driving her to the edge as he pressed his tongue into her cunt, shaking his head from side to side as he growled into her. Her wrists were bashed against the ties and the arms of the throne as she tried to reach out for him, desperate to grip his hair, to push him closer to her, further into her. Straining, she screamed and groaned, as Harvey’s muffled laughter only served to tease her more.

She whined when Harvey knelt back, resting on his ankles, away from her body.

“Don’t worry, I’m not as cruel as you.”

He undid the ties, freeing her. Sitting still, she looked at him, waiting cautiously.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

Obediently, she did as she was told, her knees on the soft cushion of the chair, her arms holding onto the back of the throne. She braced herself, waiting for Harvey, jumping when his hands made contact. His palms, smoothing over her hips around to her rear, grabbing at her cheeks as he held himself against her. Gripping his cock, he ran the head of his cock along her lips, teasing her before he slid himself inside of her.

“F… fuck…”

“Yeah, I thought so. You like that?”

“Mmm… oh god…”

“You can pretend all you want. You’re a little slut who likes getting fucked.”

Harvey held onto her waist with one hand, the other reaching up to grip her hair, pulling it and arching her back against him and onto him. With the angle he had her at, he thrust up, striking her inside, his abdomen slapping against her ass.

“You like being fucked rough? Think you deserve it?”

Unable to speak past the moans and gasps, the pleasure overwhelming, she could only mumble incoherently against his punishing thrusts.

“I’m in control.”

There was a guttural groan as he thrust himself in, his fingernails digging into her skin, a change in his tone, in his voice.

“I’m in control. Not you. Not him. Just me.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest, excitement growing at Two Face’s words, the way he held her, the way he forced more of himself into her than she thought she could take, surprised by her body’s willingness to have his entire length inside of her.

“That’s it, take it. Take everything, you’re such a dirty whore, huh?”

She nodded, but it was imperceptible given the force at which her body was being pounded into, and the quivering of her every muscle as she tried to steady herself in the wake of her climax. Body ready, weakened by arousal and pleasure, she could feel herself slipping, losing strength. And as she came, screaming at the top of her lungs and clenching around him, she was steadied only by his hands, one on her hip, the other on her chest.

Quickly, without giving herself much time to revel in the aftermath, she steadied her own body again, oddly keen to serve his needs in that moment.

“Where do you want it? You wanna be filthy? Want me to cum inside you?”

“Please, Harv… anything… anything…”

“So obedient. You’ll remember this next time you think you’re in control, hm?”

She bit her lip, trying to remain stoic, but as he withdrew himself, she shouted out.

“No don’t, Harvey, please. I swear, I’ll remember.”

Slamming himself back in with a cruel smile, he rutted a few more times before he grunted loud, a low groan following it as he spilled himself inside of her. Pulling out, he watched his cum trickle down the inside of her thighs, settling on the seat of his throne. He leaned in, kissing the back of her neck and bringing his palm sharply to her rear.

“You should know me better by now.”

Knowing he couldn’t see her, she smiled at the sentiment. She did, and she had known exactly what she was getting in for. Always had.

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

Hi, could you do the bachelor/ettes with an s/o that plays an instrument in the orchestra? (Violin, cello, viola, bass)

Btw love ur work, and I hope you are doing well <3

-🌙anon

Bachelor/ettes x Strings Orchestra Player

My knowledge on instruments and music in general is very limited. So, expect mistakes. Still, this seems like a really fun ask (and cello is a really cool instrument), so I'd be happy to do it! I'm not sure if you meant in an orchestra as in the reader is actually in one or just an instrument from one, but the former seems more fun. Thank you for your patience in getting this done. Thanks for the ask, 🌙!

Oh, and I don't know how much tickets cost but I'm imagining they're expensive okay? Please don't get mad at me.

Oh, and an important(ish) announcement! My @ask-sdv blog is back up and running, now with a new coat of paint (aka I updated it a bit)! You can go an check it out and send in an ask if you want (it even has a running timeline!). So far we're on day two, so not much is there yet, but it will be soon!

Bachelors:

Sam

Join his band, please. He'd love to have another musician playing. And what better musician than the person he cares about most? Listen, I'm not sure how conventional it'll be to have strings instruments in a rock band (if he's doing a rock band, anyway), but Sam wants to make it fun and experimental anyway. And I know you're in an orchestra, so that may be hard (and he understands!), but he just really wants you there. The two have jamming sessions all the time together and use what knowledge you have on the other's instruments to help yourselves improve.

Elliott

He's a big fan of the piano, being a classical-based pianist himself, so if you're playing something like violin or cello, he'd love to do a duet with you. I imagine on the nights when you're sick he likes to play a bit of piano to help you sleep, so he'd really appreciate if you'd do the same for him. Like Sam, he helps you practice. Pays a high fee to get the best seats when you play. Man is in crippling debt (probably still paying off his shack), but will put that all aside to see you shine. Not the best investment, but... Eh... It's worth it to him.

Sebastian

Also a piano player (well, keyboard). He's a little bit shy about his skills, so he's not as keen to play duets with you. But he'd love to listen to you do a solo! He's got an ear for mistakes and how to fix them, so he makes a great tutor. And he'll do it for free, too! Or maybe a plate of sashimi. But that's close enough.

He usually can't afford to get tickets for your show, and all the people make him really nervous - he's not very confident he'd look 'appropriate' there - but when he can and he'd feeling up to it he will try to go! He really does want to support you; he just needs some extra help anxiety-wise.

Harvey

Adores listening to you play. He's quite the jazz guy, so if you're into playing that stuff he'd just fall in love (if he hasn't already). I like to think he comes from a rich family, though they don't really associate anymore, so he's had the chance to learn an instrument or two in his time - though I think he'd go for saxophone or French horn. So, he remembers a few bits and pieces to help you out with if you need it. But honestly, he just prefers to listen, mistakes and all.

Like I said, he's not really associated with his family anymore, and he's living in a small town in the middle of nowhere, so money is very tight. He can't really afford to go to your shows, so sorry about that. But his dream is to meet you backstage after you finish and give you the biggest gift of support he can. He gets so flustered seeing you all dressed up for your shows like that and can't help but take as many photos as possible.

Shane

Doesn't know anything about music, to be honest. He's a punk or alternative rock guy with a bit of an interest in metal, so if you're a classical musician it's going to be quite the change for him. But don't worry, he's still willing to sit down and listen! He can't provide much help but will show you CDs/tapes he's found in your genre. If you like his taste in music, however, oh boy; he's so happy. Again, not sure how strings instruments fit into death metal, but we'll make do. And who knows, maybe it's very common (though I doubt it).

Like Sebastian, he's not really looking forward to going to your shows due to his anxiety. Yeah, he's getting help for it and may be medicated, but that doesn't mean it's an instant fix! Situations like these where he feels out of place or unworthy can really trigger his self-doubt, so it's harder to go. But he has been able to save up for those really expensive shows Jas wanted, so he's doing better than Seb money-wise.

Alex

This man listens to The Beach Boys, '60s/'70s hits, and SWING BABY! Listen, this man is living in the past, okay? Metal is the biggest shock to him. It's the equivalent to showing a Victorian child TikTok to him. Please be patient. Anyways, if you're willing to play that sort of stuff he loves it! Well, he loves strings instruments in general but still! He loves it.

As for seeing your shows, he hasn't got the money for it, and Yoba knows he isn't asking his granny or grandpa for some. You'd honestly have to just pay for him, which would make him feel really guilty (he'd make up for it, though). He's also a little nervous in a suit; I headcanon that a lot or at least some of his confidence is a cover-up. But that all goes away when he sees you up there.

Bachelorettes:

Penny

She enjoys listening to you play a lot. I think she'd like classical songs, 10 Hour Deep Sleep Rain Noise for Deep Sleeping videos, and Fernando by ABBA (plus the songs I have for her in my other post). As a child I imagine she'd wanted to learn viola, so meeting someone who plays that very instrument or at least something in the same family of it will make her heart soar. She loves just closing her eyes and listening to you play.

As for her shows, she could never get in on her own. Girlie is living in a trailer, and she doesn't even have a car to get herself there. You need to pay for her, end of story. And despite it happening all the time, she will still feel guilty about it. It's just how it goes with her. So, do not - I repeat, do not - make her feel even worse about it. She will cry (maybe, alone).

Leah

Artist x Artist of Different Medium? Let's go! I just love Leah so much and she's such a perfect partner you don't even understand. She'd be so supportive of you in your musical endeavors; always giving you encouragement and even doing a little bit of research so she can better provide constructive feedback! She also may or may not have designed a few album covers for your own music (if you make it).

Once her art business gets up and going, she finally has the money to buy tickets to the show (that is provided they don't sell out). She probably went to Haley and Emily for help in picking out the best dress for her to wear, and the two teased her over being so in love.

Abigail

Musician x Musician? Yes please! She's currently working her way through mastering two instruments, so she'd be happy to help you out with yours. She plays her flute while you play your strings instrument in a wonderful duet that has the whole town captivated. You two make your own songs together and maybe even have a little 'band' on the side of Sam's!

Abigail has some money on the side for her shows, but in general she might have to ask for some money from her parents. Despite them being pretty strict about what her interests are, they do give her the money because they trust her and you. Abigail doesn't really have the best dress to wear, so she rocks the place by stealing borrowing her father's old suit.

Maru

Maru likes pretty much any music, but if you want to know the specifics check out my post I made for it in the General Headcanons post (link in my pinned post). Anyway, she loves what you do. Maru's definitely recorded you playing to a tape that she's looped to play when she's working. Demetrius is getting a bit sick of it, but Robin finds it cute.

I feel like Maru doesn't get paid much for her work as a nurse at the clinic. It's not that Harvey doesn't want to, it's just he's barely keeping the business afloat and he literally can't pay Maru any more without crashing the clinic as a whole. Maru understands this, and so does her family, so it's no biggie having to ask for a little cash just this one time. They happily pay, and Maru gets to go to your orchestra while donning an absolutely amazing outfit curated by Emily.

Emily

Speaking of Emily, she's quite the fan. She prefers upbeat tunes she can dance to, but if you're more of a mellow or sad type she'll still listen. I feel like Emily would really like to come up with unique dances for each of your songs - dances that rarely fit the theme. But in her words, "it's about how the song makes you feel, not how it's supposed to look."

Emily and Haley are having the easiest time getting to see one of your shows. Their parents are rich, rich enough to go and get milk on a holiday, so it's no problem for them to leave some extra money for their daughters. Emily spends a lot of money and effort making the perfect dress for the night, and you can easily spot her from the crowd due to all the fancy colours and frills.

Haley

Haley isn't the biggest fan of any music that isn't pop, so she's not as excited to hear you play. But don't be fooled; because it's you she's listening to, she'll sit there and hear it through. She doesn't hate it by any means, it just doesn't really grab her attention. But she would love it if you were to do a cover of one of her favourite songs. Now that is something she could listen to for hours.

As for going to one of your shows, Haley's all down for it. As I said, money's no issue. She takes you, Emily, and herself on a shopping trip in Zuzu City to get the one and only best dress for the occasion, no matter the cost. She'll have the room for it too after she cleans out her wardrobe. At the show, she's kind of bored, but passionate enough about you to loudly shush anyone talking.

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Hello! I am doing well, 🌙, thank you for asking. I hope you are doing well too! With my @ask-sdv blog now open for asks, I'd really love it if people took the time to send stuff in. And this time with all the free time I've got I'll be able to actually get to them on time, haha... Anyways, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

[simp-ly-writes]

Pumpkin Patch Pickings & Nights In

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: the family decides its time to carve pumpkins and make memories.

Warnings: N/A.

A/N: should i be studying rn... yes... i do love procrastination but i cry while writing this nonetheless.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Imagine… you take your small yet growing family through the field of pumpkins you have been growing for the season; everyone gets to take one pumpkin to carve back home.

Harvey pushes the wheelbarrow just behind you as your eldest clings to your leg as you walk; boots and little jeans becoming growlingly muddier with each step. Your youngest is busy running through the isles ahead, their smile shining with the high afternoon sky as they wave, hello to every scarecrow they pass-by.

Shaking your head sweetly at them and yelling out for them to watch where they are running. A sprinkler soon turns on and you hear a shout from behind, whipping yourself (and your eldest) around you see Harvey drenched while shaking the water out of shoes; one by one.

Harvey says that he's going back inside to get a fresh pair of clothes and leaves you all to pick out the pumpkins. Each one of your children takes a hand as you all pick our your pumpkins and place them inside the wheelbarrow. They all hold unique shapes, warts, and pudunkile's; yet you can see the personality of everyone in these orange blobs.

--

Keeping the dirtier boots on the front porch; your kids race inside to find Harvey for a snack as you rinse off the pumpkins and carry them inside to the prepped dinning table. Calling our for everyone to start; you hear a thumping and a loud BANG from the kitchen as they leave your husband in a hurry.

Tracing out the lines and collecting excess for snacking and soups later; you each proudly present your pumpkins to one another. You and Harvey had decided to make pumpkins of one another; and let's just say Harvey's had a abstract technique to his but you could tell he made it with love nonetheless. He looks at your's fondly; picking it up to closer inspect it to his face; holding it up beside his head, the kids laugh as he almost drops it; eyes going wide to meet yours as your's crinkle lovingly with a large smile adorned your face.

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Snapping a few quick photos everyone together; you send the pictures off to the grandparents before cleaning up. As the kids race to the living room for some TV time; you feel Harvey come up beside you and give your shoulder a light kiss. Smiling and giving him a satisfied hum you both move to get dinner on the table and later ensure that all the children's costumes are set for tomorrow night.

The day ends with its the great pumpkin, charlie brown flickering across the screen from the tape as your eyes and throat slightly burn with nostalgia. Your kids enthralled with the film; huddled together in a blanket below your feet atop the plush rug as you feel Harvey pull you into his embrace as he grounds you in this moment.

[eupheme]

TILL THERE WAS YOU

[Stardew Valley] Harvey x F!Reader x Shane

Rated T - 1.1k

Tags: poly relationship (vee to implied triad), light angst, mentions of insecurity/anxiety, fluff, feelings, kisses

A/N: playing a lot of Stardew, and hating that I have to choose. So I decided not to - these are sweet ficlets about their evolving relationship throughout the seasons

In the beginning, Shane worries. Not about the new routine, or about making things work.

He worries that you’ll change your mind. That you’ll wake up one day and decide you don’t want him after all - and then where would he be?

The unease prickles at him today, his arms heavy as he leans against the wooden fence that surrounds the farm. Eyes unseeing as he looks out across the scenic autumnal landscape, the neat rows of crops against a splash of red and gold leaves.

Beets. Tall stalks of corn. Pumpkins, orange and ripe - their vines long and curling.

Barely noticing when you step up besides him, your arm snaking under the worn hoodie. Wrapping around his waist as you press yourself close, your chin resting on his shoulder.

Seeing more than he does - seeing the fruits of your labor. Hand-dug and tended for with your own hands. Helped and supported by the two people you care for most in the world.

“Just look at this place. It’s better than I ever could’ve dreamed.” Your sigh is soft, content. Face tilting up to press your lips against his jaw, “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

His own face turning, thankful for the distraction as he dips down to kiss you. Eyes catching movement on the porch when he pulls back, where Harvey sits reading on the sturdy wooden bench they built together.

Where he watches, a small smile tugging at his lips before his eyes drop, attention turning back to his book.

Looking like he belongs there.

And Shane thinks - maybe he does, too.

Harvey falls first.

It’s slow, creeping up on him - just like it had when he fell for for you.

Thinking back, he can pinpoint the feelings taking root during an evening in winter. Shouldering the door open after an exhausting day at the office. Sick patient after patient, the paperwork building - it’s long after dark by the time he leaves.

Absolutely freezing by the time he gets to the Farm, his feet feeling like ice in his boots. He’s glad you insisted he wear them - anticipating the thin coat of snow that crunches with his steps.

You’re sighing in relief when he walks in the door, a gust of wind swirling behind. Shane shoots him a smile as the door closes, a real one. Crinkled eyes, and a brief flash of teeth. Pressing a hot cup of coffee into his hand, and it may be the best sight he’s even seen. Warmth blooming in his chest, and he hasn’t even taken a drink yet.

“There you are, we were getting worried. Welcome home, Doc.”

And he is, he realizes.

Home.

But it’s Shane that makes the first move.

It’s a bright, spring morning - the sun already shining, the first buds of the strawberries starting to push through the earth. He’s coming in from checking on the chickens, eager to see how the new incubator they purchased was working out.

His smile warm and slow when he sees the two of you eating at the kitchen table, a spot already set for him. Eggs over-easy, homemade bread, smeared with fresh preserves. In that moment, it feels like a meal fit for a king.

Walking over to the space between your two chairs, leaning down with a, “Hi, honey.”

Pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek as you grin up at him. And he’s in a good mood - his own smile growing broader, so he turns.

Repeating the same phrase, the same gesture.

“Hi, honey.” His lips dip to peck a teasing, feather-light kiss against the curve of Harvey’s cheekbone.

Harvey goes stiff with surprise, and there’s the slightest pause before Shane hears the soft “hi” breathed out in response. Flowers sprouting in his own chest, at the pink that blossoms over the other’s man ears, his cheeks.

And next time - he thinks he’ll aim for Harvey’s mouth.

It’s a culmination of things. The sudden, overnight storm that knocked the edge of your fence loose - the rails lying scattered on the ground. The summer heat, how your clothes cling to your skin the second you leave the house. Your patch of blueberries - the leaves browned and crisped from the sun, the berries still small and hard.

All coming together, morphing into a feeling of defeat. It’s too much. You feel like a failure, a cheap imitation.

What had made did think you could just move away from the city and play farmer?

A weight settles in your chest as you curl on your bed, barely registering the door that creaks open. A head, poking through the opening - wondering where you were, why it’s so dark so late in the afternoon.

Shane has been there before. Curled on the bed, limbs heavy. But he’s rarely here - looking in, trying to remember all the things you murmur to him.

He checks his watch for the time. And then he’s easing the door closed, reaching for his phone.

Bringing it to his ear as it rings.

Harvey would know what to do. He always did.

Shane is speaking the second he hears the tinny “hello?” on the other end of the line.

“Hey, man. Are you heading home soon? She’s uh-”

He struggles to find the words - Harvey’s voice sharp, worried, in response, “Is she hurt? Are you?”

“No,” Shane clarifies, “She’s just having a pretty bad day. I think she needs you.”

There’s a sigh of relief on the other end, his voice gentle, “It sounds like she needs you.”

“But I-“ He’s protesting. He’s not good with words. Never had been, that’s why he called Harvey.

“You can do it. Just be with her. I’m leaving now, and I’ll bring home dinner, okay?”

Just be with her. He can do that.

“Yeah. Thanks Harv.”

Nudging the door open again, shedding his jacket as he lifts the covers, sliding in behind you. You turn, pressing yourself into him, his hand soothing as it strokes carefully down your back.

Murmuring soft comforts, stumbling over them. Reminding you how hard you’ve worked, how much you’ve done, until your tears eventually stop.

Slipping into a comfortable silence, until the front door creaks open. Until there’s the sound of another jacket being shed, until the bed dips with Harvey’s weight.

Arms wrapping around you, until you’re sandwiched right in the middle. Your shaky breath turning into a soft, embarrassed huff of laughter.

“I’m sorry. I was just feeling so overwhelmed.” Your hands find theirs, bringing them to your mouth so you can press a kiss to the back of each one, “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you both so much.”

Their answers come easy, naturally.

Spoken together, almost as if from the same breath.

“We love you, too.”

part ii here!

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x Student!reader - I promise you this

Hi, can you write a part two of I promise you this? - Anon💜

Part two:

They rushed you to the greenhouse, brining your through to the back, and they tended to your wounds, cleaning them and stitching them up.

“Do we know what attacked them?” Professor Harvey asked.

“No. I just found them like this, a burned one?” Silva asked.

Professor Harvey looked at your injuries and opened one of your eyes, shining a torch at it before letting it close again.

“It’s a good chance, if it was its dead now someone’s already killed it.”

“Good. That’s good.” Farah said.

The three teachers looked at you, pale, skin caked in blood and sweat, dirt staining your clothes.

Silva pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed you were in, leaning back as he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.

“When will they wake up?” He asked.

Professor Harvey shook his head, standing on the other side of your bed as he checked your pulse.

“I’m not sure, their heart rates back to normal, but they lost a lot of blood, and if you found them we don’t know how long they were really out there for.”

Silva nodded his head and carried on looking at you, the slight raspiness of your breathing, it the small pained noises you would make if someone moved you.

It was the only reassurance he had that you weren’t actually dead.

Farah walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at her.

“You should get a shower and change.” She whispered.

“I’m not leaving (Y/N) alone.” He said.

“I’ll sit with them.”

Silva nodded his head and went to go wash up and Farah sat with you.

She looked at you, and sighed to herself, using her magic, she entered your mind to see what exactly was going through your head at the moment.

She could feel how much pain you were in, and she took your hand in her, taking some of that pain you were feeling, she also took the edge of your fear, trying to make you more comfortable.

She could see the different memories running rushing through your head, and she picked one out for you, making you focus on it and she left your mind.

You seemed more relaxed now, more at ease, and she looked to the other teacher in the room.

“How’re they?” Professor Harvey asked.

“They’re terrified and in a lot of pain. They can’t seem to focus on anything, they’re mind is running over drive, still thinking they’re in danger.”

Professor Harvey frowned.

“I can give them something to help with that, but it’ll take a few hours to prepare, and it means it’ll take longer for them to wake up.”

“Will it help with the pain?” She asked.

He nodded and she nodded back, telling him to make it for you.

They let a close eye on you as the days slipped by, making sure you were never sat alone in case you happened to wake up.

When he wasn’t teaching, Silva was sat by your side, even as days slowly passed and eventually turned into a week.

“Do we know when they’ll wake up?” Silva asked.

Professor Harvey shook his head.

“No, sorry. But you need to get some sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

Professor Harvey shook his head.

“You’re not, you’re exhausted, you haven’t slept properly in a week, you barely leave this room.” He said.

Silva pointed to the other medical bed that was on the other side of the room.

“That’s not a good place to sleep.”

“I still sleep.”

Professor Harvey sighed once more, and stood next to your bed, checking your pulse and checking your wounds.

“All I’m saying Saul, is that (Y/N) is fine, you just need look after yourself some more.”

“And I do. Right now my main priority is making sure (Y/N) stays alive and eventually wakes up.”

“And I can watch them while you rest.”

Silva shook his head and the other teacher sighed and he nodded and left the room.

Silva sat down on the chair next to your bed and he looked at you, watching as you just laid there.

“You made a promise (Y/N), you better keep it. Because if you don’t then it means I don’t keep mine, and I don’t like to break my promises.”

He reached out, pulling the quilt over you and up to your shoulders and sat back down again, letting out a long sigh.

“It’s been nearly a week, you’ve got to wake up at some point.”

Silva carried on talking to as if you would reply to him, but he knew you wouldn’t. Yet, it didn’t stop him.

He hoped maybe you would hear him, maybe it would encourage you to carry on fighting because he didn’t want to live with the knowledge he lost a student and there was nothing he could have done to help.

He made his way across the room and laid down on the other bed, staring up at the ceiling as he rested his hands over his stomach.

It was late, and he had to be up early, so he tried to get a couple hours of sleep at least.

What woke him up was the sound of moving around and he shot up, grabbing the sword next to him and he turned on the lamp and looked around.

He found you stumbling around around, trying to leave the room and he jumped up, tossing his sword on the bed and he rushed to your side, catching you as you felling into another set of shelves.

“Woah.. woah. Okay, you need to go back to bed.” He said.

“Silva..?”

You were breathing heavily, confused, in pain, and he led you back to the bed you were laid in and sat you back down.

“Hold on, I’ll get Ben. Don’t get up.”

Silva rushed away and you stared at the door waiting for him to come back through and he did, with Professor Harvey in town.

They gave you something for the pain, and checked you over and made you laid back down again.

“You ripped a few of your stitches, nothing serious, I can redo them.”

You slowly nodded your head and let Professor Harvey redo your stitches and he asked you a few more things before he turned to Silva.

They walked across the room.

“They’re confused, scared. I don’t think they know that they’re safe yet. The medicine will make them fall asleep again, but they’ll be up in the afternoon, hopefully more aware of what’s going on.”

“Thank you Ben.”

He nodded and left and Silva sat next to your bed on the chair.

You turned your head to look at him, fear in your eyes.

“You’re okay, just like I promised.” He whispered.

You slowly nodded.

“Get some sleep. You need it.”

“You’ll stay here.. right..?”

Silva nodded his head, offering you a gentle smile as he held out his hand to you, and you reached up, gently taking it.

And he did, he decided not to go to training or teach his classes, he stayed by your side and when you woke up again you just stared up at the ceiling.

You carefully sat up a bit, looking around to gather your thoughts and you looked at the chair, finding the headmaster slumped over, head on his arms as he slept, still holding your hand.

“You’re awake.”

You turned to the voice, and found Farah quietly walking in with a smile on her face.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked softly.

“I.. think..”

She nodded and helped you drink some water, and she stood on the other side of your bed.

“Do you remember what happened that night (Y/N)?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“I.. I remember walking.. and Silva.. that’s it..”

“That’s okay. That’s fine. The important thing is that you’re okay and you’re safe. You’ll have to stay in bed for another few weeks at least, you understand why, right?”

You nodded.

“We’ll bring you whatever yoh need and want, and when your wounds have healed we’ll take you back to your dorm.”

You nodded again and looked at Silva who was still asleep.

“He’s been here the whole time, he’s been really worried about you.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“He has..?”

“He didn’t want you to be alone.” She smiled.

You nodded and turned back to look at her.

“Get some more sleep, in a few days Professor Harvey will talk to you about walking about for a short time.”

With that she left and you turned back to the man next to you.

Taking you hand from his, you grabbed your discarded blanket and put it over him, lifting his head, you gave him a pillow as well.

Over the next few days, you didn’t see him as much because he had a lot to do and while you were sat n the edge of the bed talking to professor Harvey, he came in.

“For now, you just have to stand up.”

“I.. I can’t..”

“You can. You can, just take it slowly, your legs won’t be use to you standing or walking, but you can do it.”

Professor Harvey smiled at you and you shook your head and he sighed.

He looked to Silva who walked over and held his hands out to you.

“You promised me you would keep fighting. I promised you wouldn’t die, and you did. So now I’m promising you I’m going to help you through this.”

You looked up at him.

“I’ll catch you.”

You reached out, and let the headmaster slowly help you stand up, it was painful, and your legs threatened to give way from underneath you.

He held your arms and you looked down at your feet, taking a few small deep breaths.

“That’s it. You’ll be back to fighting in no time.”

You cracked a smile and slowly sat back down and looked up at him.

“You missing mr in training sir?” You mocked lightly.

“Absolutely not, but it’s boring without your sarcasm.”

You smiled and he swung your legs on to the bed for you and covered you up with the blanket.

“Recovery is a long road (Y/N), but you’ll be alright.”

“Promise?”

He cracked a bright smile.

“I promise you.”

He held up a book and you nodded and he sat on the chair next to your bed so he could read the book to you.

You were still scared and still in a lot of pain, but it was nice to know you weren’t going to be alone and he was going to be helping you through this

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag Game catch up ✨️

I was tagged to do these awesome tag games made by our shining star Macy @celestialmickey & was also tagged by these angel pies Evie @energievie Julissa @heymrspatel Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Willow @ian-galagher Kaka @stocious Auds @auds-and-evens Michelle @michellemisfit Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Vey @look-i-love-u Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich thank youuu 🥰

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Where in the world are you? Sydneeeyy

The meaning behind your URL: the mash up of pretty words & when i began this blog i had aspirations of being a pretty vintage type aesthetic blog lmao

Your second favourite color: Periwinkle

Any pets? My doggie Roxy

Favourite season: Currently, I'll say it's autumn but it varies bc I barely have any distinction with the season living in Australia lol so I'm happy as long as it's sunny & not blistering heat with a light breeze haha

Last thing you read:

Got fics in rotation at the moment haha but I'm rereading

Let the bodies to the talkin' by the magnificent Jane @captainjowl

My Nine Lover by the sensational Anna @annatrow

Last of a Dying Breed by the terrific @wildxwired

For a book I've started Be not Afraid of Love by Mimi Zhu that is a collection writings about the author's journey of relearning to love again after experiencing a violent relationship

Last song you listened to:

I'm getting familiar with the new FOB album 💕

What are you wearing right now? Black cardigan, brown pleated mini dress with pastel green low heels

A hobby of yours: Paper quilling

Your comfort show or movie: Currently Shadows and Bone (gotta get that Six of Crows spin off lmao)

and finally, what are you up to today? Dinner at restaurant I planned to catch up eith my old workmates bc I didn't get to do a farewell dinner when I left in December 🥰

TAG GAME: FANDOM EDITION 💖

Your Name: Myn

Your Age: XXVI

Your First Fandom(s): I think Violet x Tate from American Horror Story

Your Current Fandom(s): Gallavich & Wesper (my book babies got adapted to tv y'all 🤧💕)

How did you first get into fandom? I think i got i more into the fandom culture in 2012 but i did take a break for like maybe 3 years bc I had no idea how the site worked or how to make friends haha. So i missed many of the iconic tumblr moments.

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I remember reading animr fanfic since year six or year 7 so in 2008/2009 & I joined tumblr in 2012 as a more passive participant spam reblogging bc I had no idea how the site worked at first lol. Then I became a more active participant in the gallavich fandom in 2022 when I decided to post my first gallacrafts in feb 🥰

How often do you read fanfics? Every single day & every spare hour I can spare

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s):

Mickey my beloved Milkovich, Ian sweetface Gallagher & Sandy darling Milkovich

Wylan Van Sunshine, Jesper hotshooter Fahey & Kazzle Dazzle Brekker

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Not yet, but I oh so plan to I got wips summaries coming out the wahzoo

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yess i am so happy to have made some fanart for our lovely Macy's fanfic Your Message Has Been Received, Gallavich × Good Omens fanart for Gallacrafts & other art found in the tag #Myn's art

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Ian gets the fucking Monica boobs tattoo fixed omfg it'll be a touching tribute to her not whatever the fuck that was. Also Mick gets Ian's name fixed too. They could do it together & then get tattoos that symbolise each other on their bods

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Ohh CLUB KISS CLUB KISS CLUB KISS

Shadow and Bone

Under carriage scene! Recognised his man by being on top of him. The muscles memory of it all 😏

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom gave me back my creative passion back. Something I thought I had lost & desperate wanted back but had no idea how, but by finding all of you beautiful, amazingly sweet & brilliant minds that came together out of the love our soft & sensitive husbands I found a safe place & a home where I can share what I create which is my love. So thank you all forever for being in my life 🥹

Also this Picrew too & this is basically my outfit for dinner just a lighter brown dress with plaid & minus the frog hat sadly 😔🐸

I'll tag these dearhearts if they wanna play @scarcrosseduntouched @andthatisnotfake @adakechi @skies-below @ lingy910y @imikhailotakeyouian @babygirlmickey @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @creepkinginc @demontargaryen @chicanomick @suzy-queued @tomorrowillmissyou @ intotheblindinglight @lalazeewrites @tellmegoodbye @jomilky @darthvaders-wife @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @depressedstressedlemonzest @gallavichgeek @gallavichsbitch @shameless-notashamed @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @bravemikhailo @7x10mickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @ deathclassic @grabmyboner @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk

[tarotwithlove]

pick a card: what would your pet (or animal companion) say to you if they could?

hi lovelies! i've decided to do more piles than usual to give you the option to read for a mix of different pets or animal companions. i use “pet” throughout these readings for the sake of clarity and being concise but these are inclusive of any animal companion that you may have! much love x

note that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

PAID READINGS · PAY WHAT YOU CAN READINGS · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are very highly appreciated

DECKS USED ♡ the forest of enchantment tarot, archangel oracle, the fool's wisdom oracle, the lunar oracle

pile one: the folly, eight of challenges, sunlight, the council of animals (rx), seeker of challenges (rx) ; archangel aurora: welcome new beginnings. let the sun shine into your life, the pain fool: feel your pain, moon totem – cow: a new beginning, or even a new life, may be blooming (rx)

channeled song: whatever you want by marcus harvey

hey there pile one ♡ your pet sees that you are currently in a very difficult but important part of your life. while it marks change and a destruction of the old self to make way for the new, this situation or mental state that has been created because of it has you feeling trapped. there is debilitating depression for some of you, or an economic situation that keeps you locked into a specific life with which you are not happy with living. your pet wishes they could tell you things will get better. they wish their love for you was enough, but they understand that it's not.

your pet does love you very much though, and they see the good in you that you do not see in yourself. they would tell you to be kinder and softer to yourself, gentler and less self-critical. they would ask you to forgive yourself and to realise that you are fully capable of getting through this difficult period. they see the better days that you do not because of everything that's burdening you. they would ask you to have faith in yourself and the universe, of course, but also to turn to them and use them as a reason to keep going. they know they can only be there for you in this small way but that's all they know they can offer; to look after them to make sure that you're looking after yourself.

pile two: seven of challenges, seven of boons, nine of challenges (rx), starlight (rx), eight of spells ; archangel christiel: connect with unicorns. receive the white ascension flame, the thought fool: always think before you act (rx), moon totem – frog: the path has been cleared for you to make a change that previously seemed unachievable

channeled songs: can we talk again by purple kiss, up to you by tasha angela

hey there pile two ♡ i see that this is a pet you're currently separated from in some way. for most of you, you have been separated a significant amount of time. your pet misses you and also feels sad that you are not with them at the moment. though they want you to know that they're waiting patiently for your return, it's difficult, and even if they're always wondering why you had to leave, they feel hopeful that they will see you again.

for some of you, this pet has passed away. in this case, they want you to know that they are always with you and they are always going to be with you; watching over you, looking after you, and enjoying seeing you work towards your goals. they don't want you to worry about going through life without them, even though you miss them and losing them has been difficult, became they have never truly left you.

in both cases, your pet would ask you to stop overthinking everything in your life and everything about who you are. one, you need to trust that the universe has a plan for you, and two, you are complete and loved and deserving of love as you are.

pile three: two of boons, six of visions, eight of visions, the white hart, the child of boons ; archangel hope: look for a cosmic gift. remember you deserve it, the ignorant fool: ignorance is bliss, half to full moon: embracing high levels of motivation and energy will bring feelings of empowerment and satisfaction

channeled song: ms mural by lupe fiasco

hey there pile three ♡ first of all, your pet sees how much you're doing, how hard you're working and all the responsibility that you are carrying. you may at a time have talked to your pet about your dreams and aspirations, before something happened in your life that made these seem out of reach. before life turned you cynical. this is most likely a pet you've had for many years, probably since you were a child or teenager. they've seen this change happen over time and they miss the you that they used to know; the you who used to have hope and a lease for life; the you from before you started to withdraw from society and your own goals and aspirations.

your pet is most likely your one and only true companion on most days. they want to tell you that you're working so hard and you deserve to be rewarded for it. you deserve kindness, success and divine blessings. they wish you would realise this and that you would try and embrace life again, open yourself up to life again, even though you don't know how doing so will turn out for you.

they would tell you that they want you to live your life again; that you deserve to live your life again.

pile four: the folly, ace of spells, the hermit, six of boons (rx), child of challenges ; archangel hope: look for a cosmic gift. remember you deserve it, the faith fool: have faith (rx), moon in sagittarius: be prepared to be adaptable as plans you have laid may take an unexpected course

channeled songs: a star is born by ash island, mashallah by $kinny

hey there pile four ♡ your pet sees that you are currently going through something particularly difficult at this time. a break-up or the end of a friendship; the end of a relationship with someone you loved dearly or a struggle in a relationship that is not working out as you had wished.

your pet wishes you would be brave enough to let go of this pain or step away from this situation because you deserve so better. they want you to look after yourself instead of focusing on a relationship, past or present, that leaves you feeling abandoned and in pain. they see how much of yourself you have given up for this and wish you would realise that you are deserving of so much more than you have received.

there's a lot of wishing here, as if they doubt you will actually listen if you ever heard this from them. as if they know that you are so commited to this situation and it's pain in some way. as if they know you believe that once you let go of this... that's it... you won't have another chance at love or friendship. they wish you saw yourself as they see you: adaptable, capable, strong-willed, and deserving of so so much better.

pile five: eight of boons, the huntsman, five of visions (rx), four of spells, the enchanter's web ; archangel uriel: come into harmony and balance. use your power for peace, the care fool: take good care of yourself (rx)

channeled song: through the rain by mariah carey

hey there pile five ♡ i see that you spend a lot of time on a particular craft: knitting, crochet, some kind of art that your pet enjoys watching you do. your pet respects you and all that you do for them. they view you as provider and wish you could provide for you in turn. they have seen you go through disappointment and pain and come out on the other side, enjoying life again and doing things that makes you happy. which, in turn, as they would tell you, makes them happy.

they want to see you going out more, they want to see you having more fun in friendship and companionship. they want to let you know, too, that change is inevitable and that you shouldn't be so afraid of bad times that you don't fully enjoy the good times; that you shouldn't fear that the efforts you put into friendships and love and career will be in vain to such an extent that it keeps you away from them.

they would tell you, too, how proud of you they are and that they wished you would look after yourself more.

pile six: the green mother, the oldest one, four of visions (rx), nine of boons (rx), three of boons (rx) ; archangel metatron: increase your light levels. open your stellar gateway chakra, the youth fool: live fearlessly, moon totem – cow: a new beginning, or even a new life, may be blooming

channeled songs: love talk by wayv, tuned in freestyle by megan thee stallion

hey there pile six ♡ your pet sees you as a mother, or as a parental figure. they see you as a figure of authority and wisdom, and as someone on whom they can rely and from whom they can learn. you may be religious or spiritual and practice around your pet, which they really enjoy and appreciate.

they recognise that you feel dissatisfied with certain aspects of your life and they would want you to know that you are that girl !! they see you as gorgeous and talented and believe you can thrive in any situation you're thrust into, if only you allowed yourself to do so. they would tell you to take more chances and live more freely, more fiercely, because they see that the world is at your fingertips if only you let yourself reach out for it. they see how you could live a whole new life–the life you've always wanted–if you just take the chance.

[ishiitake]

Don’t get upset Harvey, it just makes you cuter.

[newtabfics]

SFW Kinktober 2023!!! Send the prompt and a character!

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I'm participating in Kinktober 2023 but I wanted to make something different. With all the nasty that I write, i do need a break at times! So, I thought, what's hornier than sex? Fluff. The 31st will be a surprise day!

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[stormoflina]

i feel like thiago x kostas x mo rly doesn't get the appreciation it deserves as the squad's resident trouple, i know thiago barely leaves the backrooms at this point, but I wish the media team would give me /something/... also who has the potential to be the resident troupe when thiago leaves? i feel like they need one

I agree anon!

I see so many people joke about "oh, is this Thiago still alive?", but honestly they are kind of right. It's almost as if he disappeared from the existence of Earth, they don't even show him for a glimpse of a second of the training videos, or just him saying hello to the camera. At this point, I'm losing confidence if we will see him playing in an lfc shirt tbh. I know Klopp said he would be back in New Years, but they have been saying "oh, he will be back by x, or y", then apparently he is not even training with the squad??

Sorry, I went a bit off topic about Thiago. Even without Thiago, Mo and Tsimi deserve a lot more! I feel like Mo especially is really underused when it comes to the social media stuff, he is barely in the fun, get to know the team better videos. If they post about him, it's only about his records and that's it. I mean for sure, he does break many records, he deserves the praise for that, but he has a lovely, nice personality as well, so give us that!! ( Of course, maybe he just doesn't want to do that, but I don't think that's the case.)

What I noticed, and again, this is just my opinion, is that they have found their new shining star when it comes to media stuff with Dominik. The amount of videos he was in is insane lol and he gets a lot of solo posts as well. I mean sure, he is very marketable. Same with Ibou, he steals the show every video he is in. And Trent, well, when Mo leaves the club eventually, I can't see anyone, but him being THE next big star and ultimate face of Liverpool FC. Oh, shoot, I nearly forgot about Darwin. His marketability is perhaps even higher than Dominik's, not just for his looks and talent, but for the fact he is so effortlessly funny and memeable.

I hope I understood your ask, but feel free please to correct me if i misunderstood.😭

A Diaz/Macca/Darwin is already a loveable and close trouple

Trent/Curtis/Dominik, I can totally see that happening too. Maybe with Cody in the mix as well

Ibou literally has chemistry with anyone 😭

Harvey and Ryan seem to be close too, maybe if Fabio comes back?

.. I'm so sorry for the a whole essay😭😭

[pipermint8magic]

So, some ships

1. Moxxie x Millie

2.Ben Grimm x Alicia

3.LadyBug x Queen Bee

4.Luigi x Bowser

5.Niffty x Vox

6.Fear x Anger

7.Knuckles x Amy

8.Simba x Nala

9.Chrysalis x Sallie May

10.Pearl x Larry

11.Crowley x Aziraphale

12.Lorax x Garfield

13.Velma x Johnny Bravo

14.Jasper x Peridot

15.Orange Cookie x Blueberry Pie Cookie

16.Bloom x Tecna

17.Strawberry Shortcake x Orange Blossom

18.Kiara x Rani

19.Applejack x Pharynx

20.Donkey x Puss in Boots

21.Shining armor x Cadance

22.Rosie x Susan

23.Cat Noir x viperion

24.Genie x Bill cipher

25.Yzma x Cruella

26.Jake x Rainicorn

27.Johnny Storm x Reed

28.Jack x Ennis

29.April x Karai

30.Adam x Lucifer

31.Shrek x Fiona

32.Shaggy X Fred

33.Big Mac x Sugar Belle

34.Starfire x Beast Boy

35.Bruce Wayne x Joker

36.Two Face x Riddler

37.Grinch x Tom

38.Leprechaun x Jack Frost

39.Sally x Megamind

40.Danny x Leonard

41.Baxter x Molly

42.Luna x Discord

43.Thunderlane x Sombra

44.Leo x Casey

45.Sally x Jack

46.Luz x Amity

47.Jinx x Blackfire

48.Nedd Bear x Shadow Bonnie

49.Raven x Nightwing

50.Velvette x carmilla carmine

51.Nightmare Bonnie x Nightmare Puppet

52.Pinkie Pie x Tempest

53.Greg x Rose

54.Pink Panther x Baghira

55.Bubblegum x Marceline

56.Cosmos x Double Diamond

57.Belle x Beast

58.James Gordon x Harvey Bullock

59.Janja x Kovu

60.Husk x Fizzarolli

61.Wonder Woman x Plastic Man

62.Mickey x Minnie

63.Rouge x Shadow

64.Shenzi x Banzai

65.Eeyore x Ice Bear

66.Pinky x Brain

[twcfaces]

@arobinwithoutbatman from x

Two-Face had an agreement with one of the guards at Arkham. Harvey hadn't caught on. He would, but for now - it was as much of a secret to Harvey as it would be to anyone else.

"They aren't fond of anyone but themselves. I always thought their approach was a little - lame."

Dangerous, insidious, but lame overall. Simply not cool. Two-Face cracked his knuckles, and Harvey tugged at him from the inside.

We have a choice to make, let me make it. Haven't you done enough?

You get one, Harvey. One, and that's if the coin lands your side up.

He flips his coin as a reflex, and it lands in his palm, shining side up.

Bastard.

We have so much to make up for.

You have sucker written on your forehead.

"Can you walk? I don't have anything useful on me, but I can get you to the clinic if you can hold yourself up."

He may be in a cooperative mood, but he's not about to just throw the kid around like a sack of oranges over his shoulder - it's all a little confusing, but here he is and the coin dictates he make himself useful.

"You know Dr. Leslie, right? She's got a walk-in place on the East End. She's pulled a bullet out of us more than once - I'm sure whoever is there now can do something for you."

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3

Chapter 2

“Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.”

— Harvey MacKay

I will never get those years back. My teenage years were wasted on shame and self-pity when they should’ve been wasted on late nights with friends and sneaking out to get drunk at parties. But, of course, that wasn’t the case.

Laying in bed I hold the pocket watch in front of my face, watching as it swings pendulously.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Around and around just as my head spins, trying to wrap my mind around insecurities and intrusive thoughts. 

The beeping of my alarm pulls me from the bottomless pit and I reach for my phone to turn it off. Groaning, I pull myself out of bed and squint as the morning sun shines through the blinds. 

As I brush my teeth, I walk into the kitchen to be greeted by a loud meow and my orange tabby, Gingie, pawing at his food bowl.

“Hold on,” I say. “You won’t starve, I promise.”

The walk to Jericho High School, where I once again attend, only this time as a teacher, isn’t too long. At most, it’s fifteen minutes away on foot, and my route takes me past the Weathervane.

A bell sounds as I enter the coffee shop, and I’m greeted by the barista. She smiles as I approach her, and she picks up a to-go cup, immediately writing my name down. “I assume you want your usual, Y/N?”

“Yeah, but add an extra shot of espresso,” I responded. 

After paying, I stood off to the side, scrolling through social media as I waited for my latte. Living up to the modern day stereotypes, I didn’t look up from my phone as I retrieved my coffee when my name was called.

And, of course, to my luck, it backfired brutally.

I had turned around quickly, realizing I was going to be late, and it was as if the universe was against me as I ran straight into another person.

Gasping, the bag on my shoulder fell, papers scattering onto the floor and coffee spilling on the both of us as the lid popped off. My face was bright red as I rushed to get napkins, not even looking into whoever’s face it was.

“I am so sorry!” I tried to get the excess coffee off the seemingly expensive fabric of her clothes, which only made the matter worse in my mind. How in god’s name could someone on a teacher’s salary afford to replace a designer dress? “Oh, Jesus! This is all my fault! I should’ve been paying attention!” 

It had only dawned on me at that moment that my hand had made its way up to her chest. I worked up the courage to look the woman in the face, and, if it was possible my face was now brighter than a tomato. She was almost a foot taller than me. “I’m–um–I am so–um–”

The woman sighed, a hint of a smile on her lips as she peered down at me. “It’s alright,” she said as I handed her a wad of napkins. “It’s not been the best morning anyway, so I was kind of expecting it.”

I groaned. “Oh, god, that makes me feel even worse.”

“No, darling, really,” she chuckled. “It’s alright”

Knowing damn well I couldn’t afford to buy her a new dress with my salary, I try to come up with something quickly. “Please, at least let me pay you dinner cleaning–”

We both stood there in silence. What the fuck did I just say?

“I–um…well…I meant to say…” There couldn’t have been a worse time for me to lose my train of thought. “I was gonna say, ‘let me pay for your dry cleaning’, but I also wanted to say, ‘let me take you out to dinner’, since I definitely won’t be able to pay for a new dress, because that looks ridiculously expensive, and I’m a high school teacher so I don’t have that kind of money, but I can definitely afford to pay for your dry cleaning and take you out for dinner…”

She just stood there as I rambled, her mouth slightly open like she was a fish out of water. Her red lips curled into a smile and something inside my chest fluttered. “Like I said, it’s alright. I couldn’t give a damn about this dress.” 

I looked down at the floor, seeing the papers for my lesson plans and graded homework in a puddle of espresso and milk. Dropping my head, I huff. I get on my hands and knees and pick up the soggy papers. When I lift my head, I see she’s in front of me, helping with the mess I caused. 

My eyes meet hers, and for a moment, I could’ve sworn I stopped breathing; the entire Atlantic Ocean pooled into her irises. Waves upon waves of blue crashed against specks of gray, sinking even the most resilient of ships.

I cleared my head quickly and shoved the papers in my bag, smiling at her as I stood up. “Thank you for helping me, you didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s nothing,” the woman replied. “Really.”

“Right, well.” I took one of the unused napkins and pulled out a pen from my bag, scribbling down my name and phone number. “Here. Send me a text. Let me know when you’re available for dinner–or if you even wanna go.”

“Y/N?” she asked. When I nodded in response, she smiled back, stowing the napkin in her purse. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Larissa.”