Prompt: what if the significant other gets a puppy or cat and everyone feels kind of jealous cause they spend so much time with it.
You were sleeping, and not just any sleeping either, the totally content kind of sleep, where the temperature of the bed was just right, and Bruce’s arm was wrapped around you at just the right kind of tightness. So, when Bruce suddenly sputters awake, on your one day to sleep in, you’re more that a little reluctant to wake up. But, you do so anyway.
You can’t help but grin at the sight. There’s Bruce, bat glare having fully taken over his face, and the newest addition to your family is sitting on his chest. You move forward, scooping the puppy off of his chest, and cradle the dog in your arms. Bruce is still glaring as you kiss the dog’s fluffy head. “He just wanted to say good morning,” you explain.
“We agreed to no dogs on the bed,” Bruce stated.
Your lip juts out, and you place the rather oblivious puppy’s paws in a begging position. “He’s just a baby.”
“Y/N,” he some what sighs. You just grin, and move the covers to the side. Setting the puppy down on the floor, you grab your robe, and tie it. “Where are you going?” Bruce asks.
“He needs to go out,” you explain, before walking out of the room, he puppy right on your heels.
The manor is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning, but that can’t be helped. The boys are all out on missions, and Alfred is away for some sort of class reunion. Titus is waiting for you by the door, and Louis trots right up to him. Slipping on the sandals that now remain by the door, you let Louis out, following closely behind.
He’s not all that big, yet, but you know he’s going to be huge by the time he’s done growing, if those huge paws are anything to go by.
Despite being a purebred, he has no papers. He was a rescue from a puppy mill, the runt of the litter who needed a lot of time and attention in his early days. He’s a fairly new, but popular breed called a Goldendoodle. He’s cute, fluffy, smart, and barely sheds.
You’ve only had him for about two months, but you’re already completely in love with him. You call him your baby. You stumbled across him at a Wayne charity even for a local animal shelter. Administrators had been giving you a tour, detailing what needed to be done. You’d been more focused on the animals than the tour to be honest. But when you passed the little carrier with a teeny tiny Louis inside, your heart had melted.
They had quickly detailed his medical issues. Most of it would clear up, but he was deaf in one of his ears. That hadn’t mattered to you. You quickly sat through a class on bottle feeding him, and caring for him, and took him home that day.
Bruce had left the day before for a month long mission, and the boys were all gone as well. That left you, Titus, Louis, and Alfred in the manor. Alfred had taken one look at the puppy, shook his head and went to make lunch.
Over the next month you spent most of your days and nights bottle feeding and training the little puppy. Titus, the big lovable boy watches over the puppy somewhat. It reminds you a bit of Dick and Damian to be honest.
When Bruce comes home, he’s greeted to the sight of a destroyed pair of Italian loafers, and two dogs on your bed. He’s not all that happy about the situation, but he sees that it makes you happy, and lets it go.
He draws the line at you bringing him to work, or sleeping in your bed. You pout for a bit, but ultimately agree. As the dogs finish their business, they begin playing. Louis attempts a sneak attack on Titus, but fails.
You take a seat on the patio furniture, happy just to watch you dogs. A little while later the door opens and Bruce, fully dressed, joins you outside. “I thought you were coming back to bed.”
“They started playing, I didn’t want to ruin the fun.”
“Y/N they’re dogs,” Bruce states rather bluntly, and you raise an eyebrow in question. Your husband has been acting more than a bit strange lately. He seems more than a little put out. A theory had been forming in your head for a few days now, but you’ve pushed it aside because the idea of it being true is ridiculous.
Still there’s no harm in asking, “Bruce are you jealous?”
He straightens, and turns his head instead of answering, and you can make out the slightest blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you stand up and go to sit in his lap. His arms wrap tight around you, pulling you in close, and you kiss him.
“Bruce Wayne, I love you, you are the most important thing in my life, but…”
“But you’re gone a lot; for the League, for Gotham, for the company. You travel a lot, you and the boys, and most of the time I’m left here alone. And when you’re left in a big empty manor, you tend to get a little lonely. Louis and Titus they help with that.”
You smile, “Don’t apologize Bruce. I love that you’re Batman. I love that you help people, and save the world all while running a multi billion-dollar company and managing a home life. I just needed a little something for myself. You know other than work, or managing the computer while you and the boys are on patrol.”
“You’re a big part of our success. You give us a reason to come home, you love us, and provide warmth that was missing before you came here.”
You smile kiss him and simply say, “I know.”
You both laugh, and you suggest, “How about we go on a drive to nowhere?”
Bruce nods, “Best offer I’ve had all day. How does Louis do in the car?”
You raise an eyebrow in question, “Really, you’re going to make nice with my dog?”
Bruce kisses you senseless before explaining, “As long as he doesn’t wake me up anymore and realize that I’m your number one boy, we’ll all be good.”
You smile and say, “No Bruce, he’s my number one boy, and you’re my number one guy.”
Hi, I was wondering if you know of any fanfics that relate to Larry in their real life situation and not a completely different story line and shows what it is like in their point of view from 2010 discovering each other up until now and all the things they've had to go through, throughout the years?
Ok, let me start off by saying that I am very, very choosy about canon fics and I am unable to complete ones I found lacking. You can say that I avoid reading canon fics because I am fragile. Also, I understand what kind of fic you want and I will do my best. So, here goes:
“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.
An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.
**This fic made me cry… in a very uncool way. Maybe my favourite canon fic.
BUT they do, in fact, do an awful lot of getting off~
Harry startled visibly, shaking off his deer in the headlights look and huffing quietly. Louis took a final, lingering glance along his scant frame, except the puppy chub at his hips, and then kept washing his hands with a faint sneer. He expected words, biting and sarcastic, as usual. Instead, he was met with silence. Confused, Louis turned back to him as he dried his hands, ready with a scathing remark. It died on his tongue. Harry’s eyes were locked, very deliberately, on his crotch. His crotch, which was still unzipped, and therefore dick on display. Oh fuck.
“My eyes are up here, Styles,” Louis growled, cheeks flushing despite himself as he reached to do up his fly.
“Leave it.” It rasped from Harry’s throat, thick and shaky. Louis froze, fingers cupping himself.
heyyy, i really love your fic recs and i was wondering if you know any secret relationship fics? thanks xx
I can try !
I’ll show you my heart.
an AU where Harry is a famous celebrity and Louis is minding his own
business in the streets when he gets knocked over by paparazzi trying to
get photos of Harry.
, by @isthatyoularry :It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However,
along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his
ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a
terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just
that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the
plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. (136k, E)
We’re on fire now
, by @lucystarkid : Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It
can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best
friend? Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re
in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old
school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be
straight forward. Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find
that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can
change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy
foundations, love really can conquer all.Featuring: Harry and
Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band
of brothers. And Simon being Simon. Set several months in to the iron closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending. (40k, E)
burn to ash , by @bethaboolou : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes
in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and
never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty
years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes,
but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the
old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile
he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his
lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his
innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in
place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to
meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E, past secret relationship)
Just For Me by @canonlarry : Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is
the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake
girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic
lunch between friends.(They do.) (9.5k, E)
one more for the stars, by imsosorry :
It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life.
There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the
NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or
Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and
help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the
bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.) (16k, M)
Fall Into Your Gravity,by zarah5 : AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis
steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam’s proverbial pigtails and Niall’s really
just pleased there are more girls for him. (74k, E)
all of our important nothings , by
: Louis stares down at his phone for an eternity before typing out the message.
does she know that paper plane necklace was a gift from my mum to you our first christmas together???
He immediately regrets sending it. He knows it doesn’t matter.
Knows Taylor’s necklace is a cheap knockoff of the one Harry had always
worn so proudly— knows the way he’d smiled at it, lifting it slowly from
the small box he’d been given it to in, the way Jay had met Louis’ eyes
from across the room and winked, how it had dangled from Harry’s neck
that night as he rode Louis on his childhood bed, the little silver
airplane catching on the lights from cars passing by on the road outside
shining into his room and casting soft reds and yellows over Harry’s
pale skin.[Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.] (27k, E)
Emperor’s New Clothes
: The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a
face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of
Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to
think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. (92k, E)
- It’s No Secret
: It’s not that Harry and Louis are hiding the fact that they’re in a relationship. It’s not them being ashamed of each other. People just never noticed.Or
the one where no one knows Harry Styles, the ‘nerd’, and Louis
Tomlinson, 'mr. popular football captain’, are in a romantic
relationship. (3k, M)
it’s been a year (and a bit) since i published my first fic in the 1d fandom, and 12 months later, i now have 12 fics published. i’m pretty sure i thought i would write like three fics and then bounce, but i’ve loved (almost) every minute of it. i’ve fallen in love with writing again, made lots of friends, and felt really encouraged that writing fiction is indeed the path for me. i really appreciate anyone who’s ever left me a comment or kudo or shared anything i’ve written - it honestly makes my day every time. i’ve never put all my fics in one post, so it feels like a good time to do that. so without futher ado, in no particular order, here is my anniversary fic list!
Here In The Afterglow :1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.
Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes : Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.
Where Your Heart Is : Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.
Perfect Storm : What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.
Burn To Ash :Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.
Armand could feel the extra energy as he came through the carriageway into the back garden. Not completely sure what it was, only that he could sense them moving in the flat, and there was something sweet and playful and innocent infused in it, thrumming beneath the presence itself. Lestat was home, he could feel that as well, and Louis. Their energies were different from each other, each palpable and distinct. Lestat felt bold and loud and vivid, Louis soft and sweet and comforting. Lestat was a popping champagne bottle, the splatter of paint on a Pollock canvas, a firework in the night sky. Louis was a gentle hand on your back, reassuring whisper in your ear, the slow and seductive pull of dawn.
I’m here, he told them as he ascended the stairs. He wondered if he should let himself inside, or knock, but instead put his hands in his pockets and waited.
But then Lestat’s face was in the window, his eyes glittery and excited, skin darkened by the recent trip to the sun. The door opened on its own, Lestat’s doing, and it was instantly obvious that he’d chosen to use his mind because his hands were full.
Before he could speak, Lestat extended one arm out, in his hand a single German Shepherd puppy. Three others wiggled against his chest and he cooed in French at them. “Here,” he said, and thrust the one into Armand’s chest. Armand grabbed it instinctively, somewhat bewildered but immediately charmed by the warmth and purity radiating from the creature. “I named this one Armand.”
The spike of anger and reflexive venomous response that usually came out in these moments were quelled by the gentle life in his hands, and he looked away from Lestat to stare at it. It was kicking its legs and squirming but he gave it a little scratch behind its ear to calm it down. It stopped moving and looked at him, eyes so shiny and black, and responded by licking his face. Armand ducked his head so that Lestat wouldn’t see his smile.
“Come inside, I want to close the door. Don’t let them out,” Lestat said, and backed away to make space.
He saw Louis then, when he cleared the doorway, still snuggling his namesake to his chest. Sitting cross-legged on the velvet couch, Mojo curled up beside him, a solid black puppy in his hands. He was scratching its ears and smiling at it and…
Strange ache in his chest, because he’d never seen that look on Louis’s face before.
“Where did all these puppies come from?” he asked. Louis looked up at him as if waking from a trance, like he’d been too absorbed to even notice Armand had arrived.
“Turns out Mojo is a lady,” Lestat said. He plopped down on the floor in the center of the room and took turns giving each puppy pats on their heads. They climbed on his legs and chewed on his shirt.
He held his puppy away from his face to inspect it again. It tilted its head at him and whined, and… strange ache again as he realized how unusual it was, and how he was straining to remember last time he’d held an animal this close. At home, in Kiev. They could never keep pets in Venice. He felt cold all over for a moment before pulling it to his chest again, feeling its warm little body settling against him and hearing the fluttery little heartbeat.
“What are you going to do with them?”
Lestat shrugged and picked one up, rubbing his face against its chubby, furry belly.
“Why don’t you give one to Daniel? Maybe you can win him back.”
Basically, this is an official masterpost of every Narry story I’ve ever written! And I will try and update it whenever I can/whenever I remember. I’ve been asked a few times now for a link to all the fics I’ve written and, while I do plan on making a page for them, I quite like the masterpost-thing because everything is organized and they’re all in one place. So here goes:
The Countdown – Like the timer on the inside of his wrist, Harry has been counting down the days-hours-minutes-seconds until he meets his soul mate. But then Harry meets Niall. (7,136)
Broken-Hearted Boy – Niall has watched Harry get his heart broken time after time, again and again. Harry just wants someone to love him. But Niall has always loved him and now that he’s finally fed up with Harry not seeing it, Niall tells him. (11,446)
Chasing Happiness – Niall is a popstar, gone to find his happiness in Hollywood and Harry is just his best friend back home. (4,461)
Like Drifting – Harry’s like the equivalent of a drifter, traveling the world on his own – and Niall’s the boy he keeps leaving behind. (9,745)
Half a Heart – Harry’s spent the majority of his life searching for his soulmate; the other half of his rose gold heart. When he’s 19, he stops – stops hoping and wishing and searching – because maybe his mother is wrong. And then he meets a boy – bright blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, brilliant smile – and it feels like he’s known this boy, this stranger, his whole life. (6,466)
Of Demons and Angels – Harry is one of the greatest Shadowhunters of his time. And Niall is just a boy whose life gets turned upside down by demons and angels. This is not only a story of Niall’s search for the truth about who – or what – he is; it’s also one of loyalty and love. (40,626)
Seventh Time’s a Charm - Harry’s sees a certain blond boy six times over the course of his life and the blond boy gets away every single time. And then Harry sees him a seventh time.
Domestic Bliss - A typical breakfast routine before school in the Horan-Styles household.
The Reawakening – Harry wakes up dead and then meets Niall. [Major triggers: thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide, suicide, death, car accident.]
Tiara Niall - Harry kind of really just likes it when Niall wears tiaras.
A Narry Thanksgiving - It’s Thanksgiving in America and all Harry wants a little help. Featuring: domestic!narry, daddies!narry and twins!Annabelle&Parker.
Bread Van - Niall feels claustrophobic whilst stuck in the back of a bread van during filming for their 1D TV Special and Harry is there to keep him calm, like always.
Red and the Big Bad Wolf -
Niall finds himself alone and a bit freaked out when he runs into the big bad wolf. Not everything, however, is as it seems.
Happy Birthday, From Afar -
This is because I miss Narry and I’m pretty sure Harry misses Niall even though it looked like he had a ton of fun.
Oh, Babies -
Niall and Harry want to have a baby. Aka, The Evolution of Annabelle and Parker. Loosely tied this fic called Future for those who wanted some background information on how Niall and Harry got Parker and Annabelle, which is where the twins made their debut.
Late Late, Narry - This is a drabble thingy I wrote after The Late Late Show involving a sick!Harry, a slightly tipsy!Niall with a mention of those teeny tiny red shorts Harry wore.
People Fall in Love in Mysterious Ways -
The plan is fly to Dublin and be engaged by the end of the weekend. It’s not supposed to include a slight detour, a series of delays and a beautiful but brazen Irishman who changes, well, everything. Inspired by the movie Leap Year.
A birthday thing - Niall’s a bit drunk, Harry’s a bit of an idiot and, well, everything works out in the end anyway.
Niall narrows his gaze. “I’m not afraid of kissing.”
“You’re afraid of kissing strangers, then.”
“I’m not a fan of kissing strangers.”
Harry smirks, sticking out his right hand for Niall to take – and Niall can’t help but notice how big they are, his hands. “Harry Styles. Born in Cheshire, moved to London for school a few years ago and didn’t have the heart to leave. And now we’re not complete strangers, so what do you say?”
Niall looks from a hopeful, wide-eyed Louis to a somewhat smug, charming and definitely cheeky Harry Styles. He sighs. “Fine.”
Sometimes it’s heavy, and powerful, and emotional; memories that take his breath away, and make his heart race with desire. Memories of stolen cookies, and staying up all night because they had so much to say; of growing up too fast because families can be messy, and running away overnight just to get away, and lying on rooftops to be closer to the stars; of first crushes, and puppy love – and real love, and first kisses, and slow dances, and whispered promises, and…last kisses.
Other times it’s just the simple things. Easy things; hard things. Things like smiles, and laughter; things like shadows, and similarities in other real people; things like old band t-shirts he’d forgotten that he’d stolen, and boots found in the back of his closet, and a scarf he didn’t even know he’d had; things like his imagination running wild with the scent of a cologne he hasn’t smelled in ages.
Niall groans, kicks the sheets off of his legs before pushing himself to feet and stalking towards his bedroom window. He opens the curtain, sighs when he sees Harry crouched on the other side of the window pane- But he opens the window anyway. “How many times have I told you not to climb up here?” Niall hisses. He curls a hand around Harry’s bicep and pulls him inside. “You’re gonna get hurt again. And since you’ve already sprained your ankle, you’re running the risk of re-breaking the bone and-”
He stops when he notices Harry’s ruddy cheeks and wet eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly, a lump in his throat.
Harry opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
“Harry,” Niall says. This time his voice sounds just as panicked, and he feels it. “Haz, what’s wrong?”
“Z-Zayn,” he stutters, pausing to clear his throat.
“And you immediately went out to buy a shirt because you loved them that much?”
“I mean- It’s just a shirt,” Harry says as casually as he can. He turns around, then, mostly to avoid Louis’ suspicious gaze – and he takes the opportunity to grab his wallet off of his desk. “You ready?”
“Oi, hang on,” Louis murmurs thoughtfully. “This is about that bloke from the other day, isn’t it? What was his name- Blondie?”
“Ha! It is about Blondie,” Louis cheers, looking smug.
The Button Chronicles:
(Neither the first or second part has to be read in order to read the other because technically they aren’t connected as they’re two totally different stories. However, the third part should be read after either of the others as it can follow directly behind either one. I hope that makes sense.)
Her Human’s Human – Button isn’t quite sure what to make of the new blond boy in her human’s life. (6,473)
Common Ground – Harry watches fondly as both his boyfriend, Niall, and his cat, Button struggle to find common ground in Harry’s life. (2,910)
Button, With Child – Button is introduced to an infant with grabby, sticky fingers and hate every second of it. Until, maybe she doesn’t. (Or, it takes almost exactly a whole year for Button to warm up to the newest addition in her family.) (2,950)
Denial - Niall is in denial and Harry’s the boy who suffers because of it. Then again, maybe they both do.
Denial - Prequel - Harry walks - more like stumbles - the line between friends and lovers with Niall.
Denial - Sequel - Harry deals with the aftermath of his and Niall’s maybe-breakup. Niall is finally ready to come out with Harry.
Ed listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.
I have loved you (since we were 18) -
Harry falls in love with Niall long before Niall falls into him in return. [Inspired by One Direction’s 18 and companion piece to Eighteen.]
Harry’s a thief who gets his hands on the worldly famous Horan Family Diamond. Niall is just the boy who gets caught in the middle.
I’ll keep your heart safe - The sequel to ‘Diamond’ in which Niall and Harry find it difficult to navigate the ruins of their battered relationship - especially as new trouble threatens to ruin everything all over again.
First Words - Imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is.
Niall watches Harry shift, watches him loosen and then tighten his hand on the steering wheel, watches him bite at the inside of his cheek. He narrows his gaze when the brunette doesn’t answer, reaches forward to mute whatever pop song is playing on the radio. “Harry.”
“I mean- They know about you, they just don’t…know about you,” Harry corrects, offering Niall an awkward smile. His grip tightens, again, on the steering wheel.
“Forgive me if I don’t know what the difference is,” Niall deadpans. “What exactly did you tell them, Haz?”
Harry hesitates – and Niall can see the movement in his jaw, that Harry’s biting his cheek. A nervous tick.
“I swear, Harry-”
“That you were my friend.”
Niall blinks. “Friend?”
Harry sighs. “I-”
“I wasn’t aware you let your friends suck you off in gas station loos on the way to meet your parents for the first time. Did Nick get to do it too?”
Good Boy (NSFW) Summary:Mike loves it when Harvey calls him good boy.
Okkkkk so this is the first time I wrote a Marvey fic. It’s just a drabble and I’m not confident to post this at AO3, so I opted to just post it in my Tumblr account. I’m very sorry for the errors, English is not my mother tongue.
The first time that it happened, it took Mike exactly 12 minutes and 47 seconds to get his brain back online.
Harvey rests his chin on his hand, eyes glued at his puppy associate as he talks about how amazing he is and also what are the specific pages he needs to read for the current merger he needs to close. If Harvey will be honest, he enjoys every second of his associate explaining the technicalities of all the thousand pages he read in less than five hours.