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Date: 2013-01-05 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kim47.livejournal.com
Hope this is something like you were looking for...

*

It takes him a long time to be okay with it - to not feel like a weirdo, a freak, because seriously, Mike, what teenage boy doesn't want to have sex with Myla Harrison, what is wrong with you?

It takes him time to realize, hey, this is okay, just because Trevor was a asshole about it and Jenny never really got it, doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him.

Sure, it means his romantic history is littered with people who didn't realize that he wasn't just waiting for the right person, or that he wasn't playing hard to get, but then, Mike's never been good at forming long-term relationships for reasons that have nothing to do with his sexuality.

And then he meets Harvey, who turns his entire life upside down with barely a second thought, who's an unstoppable force in Mike's life and makes him honestly believe, for the first time since Grammy told him his parents weren't coming home, that things are actually going to end up okay.

Mike doesn't really feel like it's his fault for falling for him. No jury would convict him, that's for sure. Of course, that doesn't mean it's not an almost comically bad idea, but a brief look at Mike's life will tell you this is not, in fact, a deal-breaker.

*

He's working late (when isn't he), and it's one of the nights when he gets to do it on Harvey's (amazingly comfortable) couch instead of his desk, and he's got his shoes off and his tie undone. Harvey's ignoring him, typing away at his laptop, and it's pretty embarrassing, but his presence is weirdly soothing and it's pretty embarrassing that Mike would actually rather be here, doing exactly this, than out anywhere else on a Friday night.

"You nearly done?" Harvey says suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. He looks tired, Mike thinks.

"Eager to get rid of me?" Mike teases.

"Always," Harvey replies.

Mike fakes a pained expression, but when Harvey just raises an eyebrow at him, he shrugs. "Almost. Only got another twenty pages and I'm out. Unless you need me for anything else?"

"Eager to get out of here?" Harvey retorts, and Mike grins.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Harvey snorts. "Hot date?"

And then Mike snorts, but doesn't say anything. He goes back to his file, curiously aware of Harvey's eyes on him, scrutinizing. He suddenly feels uncomfortable, and a little confused, like something happened that he didn't quite understand. After another minute of Harvey's gaze, he looks up and glares at him.

"What?"

Harvey doesn't say anything, but he stands, and moves to sit on the other end of the sofa, his eyes still on Mike.

He's kind of distracting, as is the intensity with which Harvey's watching him, and Mike suddenly needs to do something. He stands on slightly adrenaline-shaky legs and starts moving the files to Harvey's desk.

"This is the most important one, it's got all the contracts and I've labelled the two loopholes I've found and made notes on how best to exploit them, and if you want I can - "

His babbling is cutoff by a firm, "Mike," and then Harvey's hand is on his elbow, turning him around. He's close, but not too close, and Mike is still deciding whether he wants to step forward or turn and run when Harvey leans in and kisses him, just once, lightly on the lips.

It's soft and warm and close and good, and Mike closes his eyes and breathes it in. Then Harvey pulls back and looks at Mike and god, Mike is kind of embarrassingly in love with him.

Which means there's only one thing for him to do now.

"I don't do sex," he blurts out, and even in his semi-freaking out state, he enjoys watching Harvey's eyebrows shoot up.

"Okay." There's not much inflection in it, it's not even really a question. Typical bloody Harvey, keeping his cards close to his chest until he has all the information.

"No, seriously, Harvey. At the risk of sounding like a teenager with his first crush, I like you." It sounded stupid in his head, and it sounds stupid out loud, but he keeps going. "I like us, I like being around you more than anyone else, even when you're a self-absorbed, argumentative asshole. Maybe especially then. But I don't want to have sex with you."

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Date: 2013-01-05 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] synnerxx.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Chris Argent/Coach Finstock, hold my hand, oh baby, it's a long way down

Date: 2013-01-05 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chamekke.livejournal.com
The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, Middle Earth's first doily fetishist.

Date: 2013-01-05 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] synnerxx.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Chris Argent, i got a tortured mind and my blade is sharp
Edited Date: 2013-01-05 06:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-01-05 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iceybreath.livejournal.com
ASOIAF/Game of Thrones, Stannis/Davos, sword and shield.

Date: 2013-01-05 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iceybreath.livejournal.com
Pokemon, Cheren/Bianca, catching up on old times.

Date: 2013-01-05 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iceybreath.livejournal.com
Amnesia: The Dark Descent, Daniel, afraid of the dark.

Date: 2013-01-05 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] synnerxx.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Chris Argent/Coach Finstock, heaven or hell or somewhere in between, cross your heart to take me when you leave

Date: 2013-01-05 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iceybreath.livejournal.com
The SCP Foundation, SCP-682, wanting to destroy just about everything you see isn't a fun existence.

Filled

Date: 2013-01-05 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theeverdream.livejournal.com
Prompt filled at my journal: http://theeverdream.livejournal.com/132408.html
121 words, rated adult for horror themes.

Date: 2013-01-05 08:36 am (UTC)
cedara: (*zen*)
From: [personal profile] cedara
any, any, homosexual bathing costume

no fill

Date: 2013-01-05 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Can't get Borat's mankini out of my head. Need moar mind bleach!

Date: 2013-01-05 09:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oteap.livejournal.com
Leverage, OT3, future!fic

Date: 2013-01-05 10:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Teen Wolf, Peter + Stiles/Derek, it's rare but sometimes Stiles and Peter team up on Derek

Date: 2013-01-05 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Rise of the Guardians / Silmarillion, Maglor, What else are the spirits if not children of the Valar?

Date: 2013-01-05 10:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Lord of the Rings, Aragorn, when he is back in Rivendell after serving decades as Thorongil Glorfindel helps him sort out his struggles with his identity

Date: 2013-01-05 10:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Supernatural, Sam /+ Dean, Sam and Dean kill each other, because it's the only way to escape.

Date: 2013-01-05 10:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
author's choice, author's choice, All I have is one last chance
I won’t turn my back on you
Take my hand drag me down
If you fall then I will too
And I can’t save what’s left of you.
From: [identity profile] rett-chan.livejournal.com
Excerpt from Jonathan's journal, Dracula, chapter 22: To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone. I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many; just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks.

~

It was a terrible accident that heralded the end of their last hope. If only she had not fallen, if only they had trodden on a safer path, if only if only if only.

If only dear Mina's body did not lie broken at the bottom of the ravine.

Van Helsing raised a stake, prepared to end it before it ever began, and Jonathan knew that he could not, would not let it happen. Even though Mina would rather die a true death than become an unclean thing, and had said so herself, Jonathan could not...

no no no NO was all he could think of. He tackled Van Helsing from behind and grasped desperately for the stake. no no no NO

Van Helsing said something, but there was a roaring in Jonathan's ears that blocked out everything except for the anguished denial screaming in his head. He got hold of the stake, but Van Helsing was struggling and almost took the stake back no no no NO and then the stake was plunged right into Van Helsing before Jonathan even considered what he was doing.

There was no time, the others would be back soon. There was no time. Jonathan stumbled to Mina's side, hauled her up in his arms. He ran, stumbling and weeping; he left the Professor gurgling and bleeding on the ground.

Everything was blurring together, he did not know where he was nor how long he had been running. It felt like there was something burning deep down inside him.

He was down on the ground, panting and twitching. How strange. He must have fallen. He hoped that he had gone far enough, because he did not think that he would remain conscious for much longer.

Fading. Fading. Faded.

Return.

There was something filling his mouth. Reflexively, he swallowed. More.

His vision swam into focus, and there was Mina looking down at him. The mark on her forehead was as vivid and red as ever. Her expression was unreadable.

"I also, husband," she whispered. "I also."

"I couldn't leave you," he said. "I never can."

"I know." She clasped his hands, squeezed tightly. "We have to go. He's calling me."

Yes. Of course they have to go.

Date: 2013-01-05 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
Marvel Movieverse, Tony Stark+Logan (Wolverine), Bets you really don't want to lose.

Date: 2013-01-05 02:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
MCU, Darcy/Loki, Darcy is a bored office drone so Loki decides to cheer her up by recreating the iconic Diet Coke ads of the 90s - complete with shirtless window scene.

No fic, but...

Date: 2013-01-06 01:45 am (UTC)
creepy_shetan: cropped color manga illustration of the inner and outer Sailor Senshi lying in a wide circle, their heads together (Tetsuya // lyke zoh m'gah. o__o;;)
From: [personal profile] creepy_shetan
...sometimes I wonder if you (and certain other prompters) are trying to kill my brain even deader.

Re: No fic, but...

From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com - Date: 2013-01-06 04:35 pm (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2013-01-05 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
MCU, Darcy/Loki, she has a major melt down of insecurity and he kisses it better.

Date: 2013-01-05 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Tortall (Provost's Dog series), Beka/Farmer, he's good at looking after her, so one day she turns the tables on him.

Date: 2013-01-05 02:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Tortall, Alanna/George, she helps him adjust to leaving thieving behind.
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