fiction boyfriend

When you start a new book and that one character

that one fucking character

says one line and the opening notes of mamma mia start playing in your head because here we fucking go again


Harvey’s Puppy, Snoopy.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 84 - “Show me what’s behind your back.” Filled for @novemberhush 

Thank You, Dee, I hope you enjoy reading it. xx

Mike snooped.

They had been living together for nearly a year now, and in that time Mike had noticed one place that Harvey seemed to hold sacred in his walk-in wardrobe; a drawer that contained his ties.  Every morning as he lazed about in their bed, he would watch Harvey spend way too much time standing in front of it before he chose a tie.  Harvey was particular about and took pride in his image, but even for him, the daily selection was taking too long.

It drove him crazy, but he resisted the urge to sneak a peek for forty-nine weeks, two days, seven hours, thirty-one minutes and seven seconds.

He arrived home early that afternoon and figured he could get away with just a quick peek, in and out, no harm in that, right?

He slid the draw open, observing the neat lines of silk ties, most of them hues of grey or blue, and a few purple ones at the back. If you weren’t looking, the two subtle little pieces of ribbon on either side of the drawers could easily be missed.  Mike clasped them and gave a gentle tug, and the layer of ties pulled up and slid easily back atop the back half of the drawer.  Below are an array of neatly organised items; a picture of his niece and nephew, some very expensive looking cuff links, a journal, some other important looking papers, and a ring box.

He’s come this far; he may as well examine the contents thoroughly; he reasons picking up the navy velour box.

He expects to find some old family heirloom, maybe from Harvey’s grandmother who as Harvey tells it, always had a soft spot for him.   Instead, he finds a beautiful plain gold band with two platinum lines weaved around it, crossing over one another.   He is stunned, and his breath hiccups in his throat as he gawks at the beautiful ring.  Removing it carefully from the box, he twirls it around in his fingers, before reading the inscription.

‘My Guy’

His heart flutters, and a warm wave of emotion swept through his body as tears build in the corners of his eyes. Harvey wanted to marry him.

He slipped the ring on, it was a tight fit, but that was probably because his heart was racing. He held out his hand to examine how it looked. Of course, Harvey chose perfectly, the width and style were elegant and understated he thought gushing.  Then the guilt set in.  Harvey deserved to see his face when he saw the ring for the first time.  He glared at himself crossly in the mirror, of course, he had gotten carried away.

The front entrance door banged shut, and Mike immediately began to panic, yanking at his finger to pull the ring off but it wouldn’t budge. The more he pulled in his panic, the redder and more swollen the area became, and the less likely it was that it was coming off. Shit.

“Are you here, Mike?” Harvey called from the kitchen.

“Ahh … Ahem yep, in the bedroom,” he replied, cursing under his breath.

He slid the robe’s door closed and tried to look casual standing in the middle of the bedroom with his right hand on his hip and his left hand hanging loosely behind his leg.

When Harvey walked in, he noticed Mike looking akin to a Macy’s mannequin, except for his face which looked very guilty. In total, it took the best closer in New York ten seconds to work out that something was awry. He narrowed his eyes and stalked forward, giving Mike an inquisitive look. Mike instinctively took a step back and hid his hand up his shirt.

“Mike?” He urged, “Show me what’s behind your back.”

Mike’s head dropped in shame, and he mentally beat himself up for ruining this moment for them.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to the floor as he revealed his hidden left hand and held it out for inspection, then waited for Harvey to speak.

Unexpectedly, Harvey chuckled, “Maybe the inscription should have read, ‘My Puppy, Snoopy’.”

Mike smiled despite wanting the ground to swallow him up.

“Are you mad?” Mike asked hesitantly and lifted his eyes from the floor.

Twelve pearly white teeth, ten laughter lines, two dimples, and eight crow’s feet made up the beautiful face of the man standing before him now, with tears shining in his eyes.

“I will be if you say no!” Harvey hinted, clearly amused.

Harvey dropped to his knee and kissed Mike’s swollen ring finger, looking hopefully up at him.

“Marry me?” Harvey asked, his voice soft and with a slight quaver to it.

“Fuck yes!” Mike cried and tackled him onto the plush carpet to kiss his amazing fiancé stupid.

Authors note:  Awww, they love each other. 😍 Thanks for reading.  This is fic number 3, out of 8.  You can find the others on AO3 here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musings

like seriously, is there anything straight people haven’t tried to take from gay people? 

our clothes, our media representation, our haircuts, our flagging, pride flags, our specific terminology, our safe spaces, now even the word ‘gay’ itself?? 

leave us alone 


Boss Baby.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 13 - “I lost our baby.”  Filled for @halespecterwinchester

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like it. :)

He only glanced away for a second, distracted by the loud thunder clap and the looming charcoal clouds overhead.
His eyes settle on the spot where Theodore is sitting, only he’s no longer there.  Frantically his eyes sweep over the park, the few kids nearby on the swing set, the adults sitting on the benches watching but he can’t see him anywhere, he’s gone.
He starts running, and calling his name-

“Theodore,” Mike yells, bolting upright in bed, shaken by his third bad dream this week.

“Mike?” Harvey asks, pulling himself up and wrapping his arms around Mike’s sweaty body.  “What was it this time?”

Mike took large gulps of air, nestled against Harvey’s chest while he shushed him.  He didn’t want to talk about it, but the stupid dreams just kept happening.

“Same dream, I lost our baby, only this time it was at the park,” he blurted, untangling himself from Harvey and snuggling back down under the warmth of the covers.

Harvey joined him, nuzzling against him and placing a soft bite beside his nipple.  His breathing was still fast, but his face had relaxed, and he looked thoughtful.

“Maybe I should google what the dream means?” He asked Harvey seriously.

Harvey looked perplexed.  “People do that?”

“Sure,” he replied reaching for his phone.

“Give me that,” Harvey demanded, grabbing the phone from him, “I’ll play Dr Google.”

“Fine, but don’t think I haven’t noticed that you always get to play the Dr!” Mike teased, feeling the tension leave his body.

A minute later, Harvey was humming as if agreeing with the internet’s diagnosis.  Mike shot him an impatient look.

“Well, it says that dreaming that you’ve lost your baby may be referring to your inner child and that you need to take care of yourself, be kinder to you, blah blah blah.  Or, here it mentions a project being your baby, honestly though Mike it sounds like a bunch of crap,” he said putting the phone on the bedside table.  He shuffled across the sheets and threw his leg over Mike.

“You’ve only been having these dreams since you went and saw ‘The Boss Baby’ with Jenny on the weekend, you know?  The baby in your dream wasn’t wearing a suit was he?”  Harvey prodded him and flicked his nipple, grinning at him affectionately.

Mike sighed and pulled Harvey on top of him, the weight of his body grounding him into the now, “Maybe you’re right,” he agreed, nipping at Harvey’s neck, “maybe I just need to be distracted?“  He added cheekily.

"Now that, I don’t need google for,” Harvey gloated, lacing his fingers in Mike’s and kissing him gently on each eyelid.  Mike tilted his chin until Harvey’s lips found his. 

He loved the way Harvey kissed him, it was like he was the last breath Harvey would ever take, and he drank him in and delighted in every second of it.  Mike wanted everything with this man, and that’s when the thought struck him.  He pulled away, receiving a moan of loss as Harvey opened his eyes and frowned down at him.

“What’s going on?” Harvey asked with genuine concern, hands squeezing Mike’s as reassurance.

Mike looked up at the love of his life and whispered, “Maybe I’m dreaming of babies because I want us to have one?”

Harvey beamed back at him “Then we should absolutely have a conversation about that, because I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want to be called pops by my kids!”

Mike grinned.  “I said one, Harvey,” he joked, kissing Harvey on the nose.

“Oh I know what you said, but I also know you.  No way would you be able to stop at one!” Harvey chuckled, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

“Let’s go out for brunch later, and we can discuss the when and the how,” Harvey proposed, pulling the sheet up over them. “Right now, I have some wants of my own,” he whispered into Mike’s ear as he pressed his body against him.  Syncronised moans spilling from their lips.

The End.

Authors Note:  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed drabble 6/8.  You can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s

Three heads are better than one(1)

You weren’t one for internet dating. There were all kinds of stories about creeps and freaks who could easily take advantage of someone going in with the purest of intentions after all. But your usual pick up spots had gotten pretty sparse lately, and enough time had past from your last break up for you to start putting yourself out there again. A new start, and the anonymity of the internet was an attractive lure.

You find yourself eventually talking to this rather cute sounding guy. A bit of a snob when it came to his hobbies, it’s true, but you had a bad habit of doing the same when discussing your favorite books, or arguing the merits of your movie collection. It was nice to come across a kindred spirit (Even if he was totally wrong about which House was better in the HP series).

But you noticed he was always pretty elusive when it came to describing himself. You knew he had two brothers that always seemed to hack his account (And if you were honest they were pretty cool to talk to until he kicked them out). You knew he worked in a library somewhere. You knew his favorite expression for annoyance was >Headbutts “item/person”<. But you didn’t actually know anything about what he looked like.

It was a tad worrying. You liked this guy and even his brothers. You didn’t want to have to be the asshole and start demanding at least a picture of himself. There were tons of reasons why he wouldn’t want to show his face after all, some good, some bad… You just had to take a chance…

But then his brother managed to sneak back onto his account (And really, if there was anything you would suggest to work on it was his passwords), giving you a time and a place to meet up. It was what you had been waiting for, a chance to finally see this guy eye to eye.

You hope he was cute.

Arriving at the small bar his brother suggested, you ended up waiting… and waiting… And waiting… Finally deciding he was a no show and without a message of explanation, you get up to leave, only to hear your name called by a hesitant voice…

You turn around and he was… Certainly… Noticeable. Built like a brick outhouse, taller by you by at least a foot, maybe a foot and a half if he stopped slouching, loose leather jacket that, surprisingly, sent a tingle over your body and where did that come from? And those wire frame glasses were just… Cute seemed like an understatement.
Oh. And he had white fur. Hourglass eyes. Curved horns. And attached onto a body with a smirking lion’s head in the middle and a sleepy looking reptile on the other side.

You had heard about the Preternatural races of course, but this was your first time seeing one. And you’ve been apparently flirting with one for months.
At least now his reluctance to show himself on screen was more understandable.

Slowly, you hold out your hand and try to hide your nerves with a smile as you introduce yourself.
“It’s good to finally meet you.”

He has a firm grip. He could easily crush every bone in your hand without effort. But his shy, almost scared smile can’t help but make him look adorable as his siblings exchange a pleased smirk behind his head.
You chuckle a little awkwardly and gesture to a nearby chair as you sit back down.

After all, you deserve it to both of you (Four of you?) to at least give this a chance…

Little Prick

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 2 - “Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore.” Filled for anon.   

Thank you for the prompt, I tried to give you a little bit of hurt/comfort.  I hope you like it and thank you for your kind words. x :) 

“Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore,” He remembers his mother whispering to him the first time it happened. 

He was only three and needed to be immunised. As soon as he saw the needle he became hysterical, the doctor had had to chase him around his office and trap him against the wall to administer the inoculation.  He had cried all the way home.

When he’d done his shoulder in college and needed to have it operated on, he’d breathed into a paper bag as the nurse put in the IV drip and even then he had very nearly blacked out from the panic.

Harvey had always hated needles.  He knew it probably seemed silly to most people, but seeing someone with a sharp pointy object that was going to inflict pain on him, move toward him sent a reaction of fear and panic that overrode his usually cool and composed demeanour.  And nobody except Lily knew.

After last year’s flu season had taken out half of Pearson Hardman, Jessica had basically laid down the law.  You had a flu shot, or you faced her wrath.

He was staring ashen-faced at the e-mail revealing his appointment time when Mike bounced into his office.

“Hey boss, got your flu shot appointment?  I got 5 pm, lucky hey?  I usually get a dead arm from those things!” Mike babbled, dropping a file in front of him.

“Hmmm.“  Was his tight-lipped response.

“I’m finished with the Cortland file, found something interesting actually,” Mike explained, gesturing that he pick up the file.  

When he replied with another hum and didn’t even look at the folder, Mike pressed harder.

“Harvey,” Mike insisted, “What’s going on?”

He looked up at Mike then, realising that he had missed an integral part of this conversation.  He grabbed the file and buried his face in it, reading it over quickly.


“Sorry, this is good work, Mike,” He said, attempting to distract Mike with compliments but instead found that Mike had managed to slip around his desk and was now reading over his shoulder.  Damn kid and his disregard for personal space.

“Hey, you got the 5.05pm appointment, I’ll come grab you, and we can go together,” Mike confirmed, and exited the office before he could refuse the offer.

True to his word, Mike escorted him down to the 40th floor where the flu clinic had been set up.  They were sitting outside, and he was watching a steady stream of people enter, and exit like this was just your ordinary occurrence, and not the end of the world. 

“Mike Ross.” The nurse announced.

Mike stood and turned to him.

“Want to distract me while she stabs me in the arm?”

He blanched but managed a nod.  Maybe seeing Mike have his needle would help? 

It didn’t, and it was his turn sooner than he expected.  The collar of his shirt was drenched in sweat, and his hands had started to tremble.

“You’re up,” Mike called out, turning to find him pale and shaking, and plastered against the wall.  “Harvey!” Mike said, arriving by his side in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed nervously.  “I can’t,” he muttered, closing his eyes and willing the dizzy feeling away.

“It’s okay,” Mike soothed.  Mike loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, then took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?  I feel like an asshole for dragging you down here.”

He attempted to laugh, but it came out as a choked cough.  “I thought I could,” he replied, cheeks flushing slightly.

Mike started to unbutton his shirt sleeves. “You’re sweating, just take it off, and we’ll relax in here for a bit okay?  I’ll just let the nurse know, stay put,” Mike directed, leaving him to fumble with the buttons and work his shirt off.

He felt better with his shirt off, maybe a little foolish but at least Mike wasn’t laughing at him.  In fact, he enjoyed the way Mike seemed to take control of the situation, and know just what he needed.

He watched as the nurse nodded at Mike as though she understood, then smile over at him.

Mike turned back to him, and for a second he forgot to breathe because for some reason, Mike was walking toward him like he wanted to take him apart and devour every inch of him.  He managed to huff out a “Wha-” before Mike grabbed his face and placed a hard and unrelenting kiss against his lips.  Without any further thought except maybe ‘fuck yeah’, he kissed him back, Mike’s tongue demanding and receiving entry to his mouth as they lost themselves in a moment that both had wanted for over a year now.

He didn’t even feel the nurse administer the shot.

Authors note: Thanks for reading. There are 7 more drabbles to come, I’ll probably post one every few days. I feel like I could have edited more, but then these would never get posted. Now posted over on AO3

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognizable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.
—  Beau Taplin, The Fiction of People