ANYTHING MIKE AND HARVEY :)
call in the asset.
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Anonymous asked you:ANYTHING MIKE AND HARVEY :)
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2.05 | Simon Said
[I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell.]
Supernatural: 3x16, No Rest for the Wicked
For Kim ❤
i want an episode of supernatural where sam and dean switch bodies
The sharp crack of the ball colliding with the bat made Mike flinch. He kept his distance, watching as another ball shot in Harvey’s direction, the bat swinging down and round with a violence Mike had only seen on rare occasions. Another sharp crack and the ball went flying off across the cage. Mike edged closer, watching as the process repeated, watching the hints of Harvey’s muscles shifting beneath his Henley.
He swung the bat, one hand letting go to carry the momentum gently through. All the movements were second nature to Harvey, but Mike could see the stiffness in the right side of his neck, the tell-tale signs pointing to that old injury.
"Harvey?" Mike slowed his approached, braced himself for the next ball to come flying towards them. Harvey didn’t respond, but Mike heard the faint grunt of exertion as he sent the ball flying sharply off in another direction. "Hey, it’s time to go home."
Again, Harvey ignored him, but he tensed and Mike knew he’d been heard. Another ball, another swing, another sharp crack that made Mike’s teeth lock together. He moved forwards, hooking his fingers into the fencing between them and leaned his forehead against the grid. He closed his eyes, listening for another ball, another swoop of the bat through the air, another hollow crack as the ball went flying.
Harvey had been here for hours. Mike knew this was what he did when he needed time in his head. It was something he did to work out energy when the boxing and the running couldn’t quite hit it. It was something that he did when he wanted to remember being a kid and hanging out with the father he’d lost and the brother he couldn’t hold onto. It was something he did when he wanted to get away from what he’d become.
He stood there, perfectly poised in his beat up old jeans and soft brown Henley, scuffed sneakers twisting slightly against the tarmac floor as he braced himself, calculated the incoming angle and pushed against as he upper body swung hard at the target. He didn’t miss a single one.
Mike could hear Harvey breathing just a little harder than usual. He must be getting to the end of his anger, but his swings still hit true and with frustration that didn’t show any sign of dissipating.
He just wanted to go home. He wanted to pull Harvey back to the condo, to ice his shoulder and give him hell about pushing himself too hard. He wanted to wake up in the morning with Harvey grouching at him and scowling as he shuffled around the place and cradled his stiff and aching shoulder. He wanted to shove Harvey down and bully him into letting him take care of him.
All of this because of one chance meeting, one freak encounter with a woman Harvey had never wanted to see again. Mike sighed hard and slumped some more of his weight against the fencing in front of him. He listened for another series of pause-whoosh-crack, pause-whoosh-crack - but then he heard the sound of plastic dropping to the floor, of metal touching concrete and faint footsteps.
He felt fingers curl against his through the fence and another set tilt his chin up. He blinked his eyes open and Harvey was watching him with a slight smile. Mike narrowed his eyes slightly, but Harvey’s expression was calm, a little amused and alot grateful. He leaned forwards and Mike let himself be kissed through the grid of the metal fencing.
"Come on." Harvey said gently as he pulled back. He tossed his helmet and the bat to the corner of the cage and let himself out. Mike snagged hold of his hand as soon as Harvey came level and Harvey gave it a slight squeeze back.
You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, I live, you live. Everyone goes home happy. Or… You stop breathing. Permanently.
You have plenty of time to find the right girl, Mike.
#why find any one else #when he’s already found you
Mike felt nauseous, his stomach roiling uncomfortably at the pitying look on Harvey’s face. Two fucking years… he should’ve seen it coming really - not that Harvey had actually said any yet, but the look in his eyes was clear. Harvey couldn’t hide his emotion for jack shit when you knew where to look.
"Mike…" He began. Mike almost laughed, but he couldn’t stop the smile.
"Wow, how original." He put the lid back on the box he’d been looking through and turned to look at Harvey properly. His mouth was pressed together, twisting awkwardly to one side. He paused, scowered the look on his face another time. "I figured you’d be a bit more original, you know, come up with some sort of elaborate ‘it’s not me it’s you’ spiel."
"Don’t, Mike. Please." Harvey’s shoulders looked heavy, slumping under the weight of Mike’s gaze. He shook his head slightly, scoffing in the back of his throat as he rolled down his shirt sleeves. He wanted to get as far away from this room as possible. "I don’t really know what else I can say."
"You haven’t actually said anything yet." Mike raised an eyebrow and shrugged on his jacket. "And for the record, it is you. You being too god-damned scared to accept that you want to fall asleep in my bed as much as you want to fuck me.”
Harvey flinched at that, swallowed hard and looked away. It was true, more often than not now, Harvey showed up in Williamsburg, a bag of chinese food and a six pack of micro-brew in hand. They’d watch TV on the sofa and collapse into bed in a tangle of pajama covered limbs. More often than not, Mike fell asleep with Harvey’s nose pressed to his nape, arms loose around his waist and legs tucked tight against the backs of his thighs. They spent more time curled together than they did getting off - and when they fucked, it was slow and hard, mindblowing and amazing.
Mike didn’t think he would ever forget the sound of Harvey breathing his name against his ear as he came, buried deep. He’d never forget the taste of himself in Harvey’s mouth, or the feel of his hot, slick skin as the air around them cooled in the post-coital afterglow.
"And you definitely can’t say it’s because you’re a guy. You don’t have the right to hold that against me." Mike straightened the front of his jacket and fixed Harvey with an impenetrable look.
"You have plenty of time to find the right girl, Mike." Harvey said quietly, hands shoved in his pockets to stop them from fidgeting.
"Bullshit." Mike snatched up the files he’d left to one side and shook his head. He looked away and pushed forwards, Harvey yielding for him, shying away. Mike could smell the faint trace of his aftershave, warm and enticing, the unhappy curve of his mouth that he wanted to bite and lick at until it moved and turned up.
But right now, the gentle brush of his body heat was enough to set Mike’s skin crawling.
He pushed open the door and walked out, not looking back as it fell closed on a silent room.
Little boy lost in the woods
Where’s the clearing?
"In my defense…it’s kinda hard to tell the guy you love you’re a creature of the night"
"You love me?"
Teen Wolf Au: When Jackson Traps Stiles in a locker after school, he stumbles across Derek struggling to control his shift. With their budding relationship already strained due to Jackson’s bullying, the discovery threatens to end them before they even start