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third time isn’t lucky when it’s meant to be (harvey/mike)

The first time it happened, Harvey saw it coming even before Mike did.

When Harvey arrived at the church he told Ray that they just needed to wait for a bit, that they’d be making a cross state trip within the hour. He didn’t even bother walking into the church, he just stepped out of the car and waited, right there on the sidewalk.

The only surprising thing about the day was how long it took for Mike to come rushing out of the church doors. Harvey thought they’d be on the road by now, but he didn’t begrudge Mike in the least. This was the hardest thing Mike was ever going to have to do, of course he wanted to take all the time he could, while he still had it.

When Mike emerged and saw Harvey standing there waiting for him, there was a flash of surprise before his face melted into rueful acceptance. “How’d you know?” Mike asked.

Harvey just looked at him, incredulous. “I know you,” Harvey replied, and it was enough.

They got in the car and Ray started driving, already knowing the destination. It was going to be a long drive, ninety minutes of the nerves and anticipation ratcheting up to boiling point. Harvey wanted to distract Mike, but every idea he came up with was too lame to say out loud, so in the end he left it up to Mike.

“Talk to me,” Harvey said gently.

Mike huffed out a laugh. “That must be the first time you’ve ever asked me to tell you about my feelings. Normally you run for the hills whenever I get within five feet of the topic.”

Harvey smiled slowly. Even in his darkest moment Mike was giving Harvey shit. It was stupid, but it somehow made Harvey think that maybe things would be okay. “Well, you’ve got-” he checked his watch, “-seventy minutes to spill feelings all over me without me complaining. When are you gonna get an offer like that again?”

Mike smiled weakly at him, but didn’t reply straight away, so Harvey started to worry it was all for naught.

“Rachel’s going to hate me.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. That girl was crazy about Mike and anyone could see it. “No, she won’t.”

“I’m not going to ask you to look after her while I’m gone, because that would be patronizing and she doesn’t need it. But … just, look out for her?”

“Of course.”

Mike spent the next few minutes looking out the window. “I’m scared,” he whispered, and Harvey could feel his heart splitting into a thousand pieces.

Harvey wanted to tell Mike that everything was going to be fine, but he couldn’t lie to him like that. He wanted to tell Mike that he was scared too, that he was terrified that prison was going to change Mike. And for all that Harvey gave Mike crap in the early days of their relationship, as much as he tried to mould and better Mike, the truth was that he didn’t need it. Mike was perfect the way he was, flaws and all, and he didn’t want prison to beat the goodness out of Mike like it had so many others.

But he didn’t say any of that. This was about Mike, not Harvey, so instead he slowly reached over to where Mike’s thumb was continually tapping against his thigh. He covered Mike’s hand with his own, squeezing it, and before he could pull away Mike gripped back, holding onto Harvey like a lifeline.

They stayed that way for the remainder of the drive.

When the car stopped outside of Danbury Mike immediately got out of the car, like a man on a mission. Harvey, confused, hustled to catch up, and he was barely out of the car before Mike was there, throwing his arms around Harvey in a hug. Harvey immediately wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him tight.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” Mike murmured.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“And I need you to know, no matter what happens in there, I don’t regret it. Not a single day. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it was worth everything that’s happened since.”

Harvey felt himself welling up, but he tried to push it back down. He needed to be strong, for Mike. “I’m getting you out of there, Mike. I swear it.”

Mike nodded, said, “Okay,” and then he pulled away, turning and walking into the prison without looking back.


The second time it happened, Harvey was completely blindsided.

The wedding, though small, had been planned for months. The caterer had been booked, dresses and suits carefully chosen, an uncle of Rachel’s had been enlisted to perform the ceremony, Harvey had combed through his record collection to find the best music to be played at the party…

Mike never said a word.

Harvey had taken Mike to Vegas for a five day bachelor party two weeks prior to the big day. It was just the two of them, and they’d spent their days exploring, going to the Grand Canyon and the Neon Museum and Red Rock Canyon. Harvey even managed to get Mike onto a golf course, which of course he sucked at, much to Harvey’s delight. And then they spent their nights on the town: eating fabulous food, drinking, gambling with obscene amounts of money and winning more often than not because of Mike’s genius brain. There might have even been a tipsy skinny dipping session late one evening in the hotel pool. They had an amazing vacation, and throughout all that, the days and nights they spent together, the copious conversations that they had, Mike never once mentioned that he was having second thoughts.

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That's where I'll be waiting...❤️

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

After El disappeared, Mike Wheeler finds that he regularly falls into intense, deep sleeps.

The first time it happened was a month after she had gone. He hadn’t been the same since she vanished into thin air with the demogorgan that night. Her flesh scattered into millions of pieces, and through blurred eyes, and the flickering haze of the lights, Mike had watched her go…He hadn’t been the same since then. He was heartbroken, in pain and struggled to find happiness, in things that used to make him so.

The first night that it had happened, Mike had been down in the basement, clearing out some of his old toys to give to charity, as instructed by his mother. It was late, and the dim lighting made Mike feel woozy, sluggish, he could feel his eyes slowly closing, as he sat in El’s blanket fort while sifting through his things. He liked to be in El’s fort, even though it brought him pain and he only missed her more when he could smell the linger of her scent on the sheets, it somehow made him feel as though she was in some way, still with him.
He drifted off, lying in the fort.

A few hours had passed when, Mike suddenly felt weird. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew he was asleep, but he felt so awake at the same time. He could see a doorway up ahead. It was little more than a few feet in front of him, but it was so dark inside the ‘room’ he could not make out what was inside…He felt a sort of force though, a feeling that he should approach to see what was hidden amidst the looming murkiness…

As he took slow and small steps towards the room, he felt water beneath his feet. He looked down, but couldn’t see anything due to the dimness.

He finally reached the doorway and there was just enough light for him to peer inside. As he approached closer, he saw a small green tinge growing brighter and brighter, until the room was almost fully illuminated. Mike felt a sick feeling in his stomach when the hue revealed the room to be his basement, but it looked different, slimy almost and dank. He felt a sudden breeze in the room, as though there was a presence, a something, a someone in there with him. He felt scared for a moment, his heart was racing rapidly, until he saw her…

Over in the far corner, there was girl sitting in what looked like El’s blanket fort, only it was a little messier and the sheets looked different too. His heart stopped for a moment, he didn’t know who she was, was he in danger? He felt his feet push him closer towards her, as though he had no control over his own body, it seemed to be that whenever his brain didn’t want him to do something, his body decided otherwise, like he was simply a puppet, and his own movements were not that of his own, but that of another force, an unexplainable entity.

He now stood just next to the blanket fort in this imitation of his basement, looking down on the girl below him. She must of felt is presence, because that is the moment she turned around. Her face caught the light, and Mike almost lost his footing, when he saw it was Eleven!

His knees felt wobbly, his heart was racing and he felt so unusual, sick almost, he had no idea what was going on, where he was, or why El was here. He was overcome with joy and happiness though to see her, how could this be possible?

Before Mike could even begin to speak and ask her what the hell was going on, she threw her body into his. Her head resting on his left shoulder, her arms wrapped so tightly around him. Mike felt butterflies appear in his belly, and a pink tinge glazed his cheeks.

“El?!? El! El…I…” Mike struggled to form his sentences, he was so in utter shock and happiness to see her again, he never thought he would. El cut him off before he could say anything else.

“You’re wondering where we are, how all of this is possible, how am I here? I know…You may not realise it Mike, but we are in your dream, but you’re paralysed.”
“Paralysed?!! What do you mean El?” Mike asked with a worried expression on his face.
“You’re experiencing something called, ‘Sleep Paralysis’. It’s when you’re mind is awake, and you are aware of dreaming, but your body cannot move.” replied El.
“But I walked through the door, and up to you?”
“Yes, but that’s because in your dream, you’re in the upside down version of your house. Things work differently down here, while you can move, your movements aren’t decided by you, well you consciously anyway…You do whatever you subconsciously know you want to do, but you can’t stop it.”

Mike felt bewildered, lost in El’s words and still not entirely sure what was going on. But what El had explained to him was that, he was basically dreaming, but he was also awake, at least in his brain anyway. He was sort of drifting in an in-between, a middle-ground of being awake and being asleep. He had asked El if she was really here, if she was real, he couldn’t bear not knowing, kidding himself that she was there if she really was not. To Mike’s joy, she was real. She explained that because the Upside Down had a mind of its own, and had powers not even she could fully fathom, it could allow her to exist in Mike’s dream, and it was all real.

Time passed, as they played together in Mike’s duplicate basement. They tried on fancy dress, El was reduced to fits of smiles and giggles at Mike wearing a pale pink, fairy costume, that El had forced him to wear. Mike found himself, so easily falling back in love with her all over again. It was so easy, her smiles and laughter were like medicine to his broken heart.

They played hide and seek, Mike pretending not to know that she had hidden herself behind the sofa…yet again! El falling down to the ground, struggling to breathe from laughter, as Mike jumped up on her, tickling her sides, until she cried, Mike shouting that she was 'the loser’ in a jokey, playful voice.

They held hands and snuggled on the sofa, his blood feeling warm at the feel of her fingers intertwined with his, as she rested her head on his stomach. She playfully asked Mike why his heart was beating so fast, and at this, he blushed immensely, stumbling on his words, telling her it was just because they had been running around and playing, he was out of breath.

Mike never wanted this to end, his mind pleaded with him, not to remember that it was a dream and that he had to wake up sometime soon.

As he was stroking El’s hair and playing with every piece, twirling her blonde, soft wig around each finger, he suddenly felt odd. The surroundings around him, his basement, were starting to fade away, the wallpaper seeming to fall into itself, engulfing into the nothingness around it, and a wind seemed to be picking up again in the room.

“What’s going on?” asked Mike.
El looked at him, sort of sad eyed.
“You’re waking up Mike…”
Mike suddenly felt a crippling fear dwelling in his stomach.
“What?! No, El…I-I can’t go, not yet! I…” tears started to rise up in eyes, “I barely even seen you for that long, I-I want to spend more time with you!” he whimpered.

El put her hand in his, and smiled as she said, “You’ve been here 3 hours already Mike, you’ve got to wake up, you have things to do! But you can visit me anytime. I’ll always be here in your dreams, waiting…”

Mike felt El softly kiss his cheek, as her face slowly faded away into the darkness. The room was gone now, the breeze had stopped, she was gone…

Mike woke up sprawled out in the blanket fort. He was greeted with his mother’s face glaring down on him.
“Michael! I’ve been calling you for the past 10 minutes! I wouldn’t of sent you down here to sort your stuff, if I knew you were just going to sleep on the job! Go on! Get up stairs and go to bed!”

Mike abided, and slowly started to shuffle up from the covers on the floor, his mind still half in a dream state. As he remembered the last few details of his dream, he heard a faint echo ringing in his ears, as though she was in the room with him;

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

baker151910  asked:

Ginny knew this was a bad idea, but she was too drunk to care.

She stumbles out of the elevator of the hotel, her heels swaying in her hand with the lilt, her other hand coming to balance herself against the wall.  Her horsey giggles can be heard echoing through the empty hallway, her eyes squinting tightly shut, as her shoes are dropped with a thud.

Mike’s hands come out to catch her, as she bends down with very little grace trying to gather up the death traps she’d peeled off quickly.  His fingers dig into her hips with the weight of holding her up, and she swears she can feel her heartbeat in the fingertips that grip her, a transference of sorts.

“Shh, Rookie, you’re gonna wake everyone up,” he says with a bemused expression.

At his suggestion, she shrugs out of his grasp, and turns around, laying flat against the carpet, her short dress riding high as she lifts her arms, her long legs on full display to him, and she can hear him choke back a groan.

“Okay, up,” he says, as if talking to a small child, putting a strain on his back, as he folds her up into a standing position, like a marionette, a shoe in each of her hands.  He moves her along, as she claps the toes together.

She’s so fucking drunk, she thinks to herself, as he ushers her inside her room, having the good sense to have gotten her key before they entered the building.

She twirls around, her dress flying out like a scene from a movie.  And that’s when the humming starts.  It’s bad, so bad.  Mangled to the point of unrecognizable…to anyone else, but she knows he recognizes a very off-key rendition of the last song that played on the radio when he drove her here.

“Dance…with…me,” she slurs, and makes a grab for him, but does nothing more than lean against him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder, as he wraps her up in his arms.  Her humming stops and they’re just standing there, in the middle of the hotel room, Mike’s hands securing her in place, as the first calming breath comes to her all night.

“Time for bed,” he suggests, and she nods against him, before turning and flopping onto the bed, fully clothed.  “You don’t want to change?” He asks, the heavy sigh met with an audible groan is heard from the sheets.

She manages to get herself standing and is guided into the bathroom with a change of clothes she’d had lying on a chair.

“You need any help?” 

The question has her raising her eyebrow at him, and he holds up his hands, claiming his innocence.  His concern palpable.

“’M good,” she mumbles.  She only manages to get her shirt on, opting to forgo the sweatpants, as her balance is not nearly steady enough to finagle that mess.

Walking out, her shirt barely covers her ass, but she quickly climbs under the sheets, as Mike sits at the foot of the bed.


“Ginny–” they say at the same time, and he ducks his hand at her laugh, finding everything so funny.

“I should go, Gin,” he says, standing up, and patting her leg through the sheet.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No,” she all but yells, having him freezing in place.  “Stay,” she says in a whisper.

She knows this is a bad idea, but she’s too drunk to care.

“Just to sleep, I promise,” offering up her pinky, like he’s gonna grab it from her and seal the promise like a twelve year old.

“You want me to spit in my hand and shake on it, too?” He teases, and she scrunches up her nose.

“It would probably get stuck in your beard if you tried,” she says with an infectious laugh.

“Fine,” he acquiesces, undressing quickly, and climbing into bed, her eyes roaming over him through the process, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks when he catches her.

They lay in silence, his gruff breath the only thing she can hear clearly over the rapid beating of her heart of having him that close to her.

She rolls over to face him, causing her head to swim, her finger finding its way to his arm, tracing the veins with more concentration than she’d had the whole night.

“Thank you for coming with me,” she rasps out against him.

“Hmm,” he hums, his eyes closed.

“And umm…thanks…thanks for staying,” she mumbles, her finger stopping its trail, and wrapping her hand around his forearm.

He peeks one eye open, as if sensing her words carry more meaning than just him resting in her bed right now.

Mike turns over, until their noses are a breath away from each other.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ginny,” he mutters into the dark room.

She moves to bury her face in the pillow, but the muffled words, “You almost did,” can be heard.

His hand moves her curls away from her face, bringing it to face him once again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ginny,” he repeats, and she nods, a slow smile coming to rest upon her face.  “Now go to sleep, you’re going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow,” he says with a tweak of her nose.

“I better not find you hogging all the sheets,” she threatens.

“Only if you don’t use me as a pillow like on the bus,” he flings back, and there’s those giggles again.

The next morning they find themselves in that exact position, Ginny snuggled into his side, her head resting against him, and the sheets cocooning them into one side of the bed.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.

anonymous asked:

I really, really, REALLY like your Jason Todd one about Drugs!! Can you maybe write me one about the reader getting Jason a dog?? I saw a little drawing about it a while back and I can't stop thinking about it!

Jason, Meet Dogmeat.

A/N: May or may not have combined it with,
“Can you write a Jason Todd x reader with some lyrics from Mercenary by Panic! At the Disco?”

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nellynee said to livelivefastfree: Fun Poly!Burners thought like, without them flat out stating it to literally everyone in Motorcity there’s probably a lot of different assumptions going on and I like to think that the general grapevine is both so wrong and confused. No one outside of the Burners is sure who is sleeping with who or at all and there’s probably a lot of uncomfortable moments where the Duke thinks he’s got dirt on a cheater or Ruby hates Mike for cheating on Chuck and it’s hilarious and awful. (and also TENNIE!??


Julie starts it, because when the Duke calls them up to triumphantly dish out dirt he’s “dug up”, she says, perfectly evenly, “—of course you saw Texas making out with Dutch.  What did you expect them to be doing?”  and hangs up the call on his startled double-take.

“It’s none of his business anyway,” she says, with cool dignity, and opens up the magazine she was reading again.  “I wonder why he thought I needed to know about Texas?”

“Probably saw him pick you up the other day,” says Chuck, without looking up from his screen.  “He was touching your butt and you totally didn’t even get mad.”

“Oh yeah.”

And then it’s over.  And it’s not a big thing, but it…sets a precedent.

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How I Met Your Mother x SNK Veterans AU Headcanons

Think about it. The five Survey Corps veterans hanging out as a weird-ass group of friends at MacEren’s pub, getting blackout drunk on St. Paddy’s Sina’s Day, spending New Year’s in a limo with fake!recording artist Moby Pixis, and watching the Superbowlwall over hot chicken wings (of freedom)

thanks for feeding my feelings hearmyvoiceoftreason

(part 1/?)

Erwin as (a more subdued) Ted


-Erwin becoming a college professor

-Instead of Star Wars, he’s a huge fanboy of this apocalyptic show whose main characters are the Titan Warrior Eren and the beautiful Queen Historia, so instead of Luke and Leia, he plans to name his future children after the two

-getting high with Mike and Nanaba in their college dorm room

-Erwin and Mike in an all-out sword duel!

-Erwin in red cowboy boots / writing poetry and reading Pablo Neruda

-Eren and Krista as his children and him referring to his friends as Aunt Hanji, Uncle Mike, Uncle Levi and Aunt Nanaba when talking to them.

-Marie as Victoria (or Stella)

-Erwin and Hanji doing the synchronized salute thing every time someone says “general” or “major” (or in this case, commander)


Hanji as Robin

-Hanji being a gun nut enthusiast (much to Erwin’s chagrin) and teaching Mike how to shoot to help him get over Nanaba when they break up once

-Hanji being raised as a boy by her father

-Hanji calling the blue trombone a smurf penis (and Erwin actually stealing that smurf penis for her)

-Hanji owning tons of dogs and naming her two most favorite ones Sawney and Bean

-HANJI SPARKLES (and Levi thinking she was doing porn)

-Hanji and Levi playing prenup lazer tag

-Hanji smoking cigars and drinking scotch with Levi


Levi as Barney

-Levi in a suit till the end of time.

-a choice with no -waitforit- regrets

-Levi gambling with Chinese thugs in Atlantic City

-Swarley ”Swevi”

-Levi taking Mike to a strip club to help him forget Nanaba’s boobs

-him being taught by his Uncle Kenny in the ways of sly-looking, chick-fishing douchebaggery

-Levi in a suit till the end of time.

-”The Hanji” - the last play he will ever write

-his gay half-brother, Farlan

-The Fortress of Levitude

-”Tch. challenge. fucking. accepted.”

-Levi in a smashing-dashing suit till the end of time.

Mike as Marshall

-Mike and Erwin singing “I Would Walk 500 Miles” while driving in Mike’s old Fiero

-Mike being a big foot fanboy (or in this case, big ape)

-”No, Levi, I’m Erwin’s best friend.”

-Mike calling Nanaba “Nanabun” when they’re all sweet and couple-y

-Armin as baby Marvin <3

-slapbet with Levi~

-him and Nanaba going as titans for Halloween

-him shaving his head and wearing a fedora whose game is stronger than Bruno Mars’ on his wedding day

Nanaba as Lily

-Nanaba as an artist and kindergarten teacher and

-She gets visited by Mike at work on a busy day and he tells one of her school kids to come up to her and say “Miss, you smell nice.”

-Nanaba and Erwin getting into a fight because Erwin called her a “grinch”

-Nanaba getting paid by Levi to paint him naked (making Mike furious) but not being able to continue bc she can’t stop laughing at how much he reminded her of Napoleon Bonaparte while posing

-Her calling Mike “Mike-aroon” as a corny nickname (like Lily’s Marshmallow)

-Nanaba as slapbet commissioner!

-Nanaba trying to fit into her wedding dress

-Eyepatch / crazy-eyed Nanaba

-her crazy ex-boyfriend Stuart Gelgar

Until Dawn: The Ultimate Don't Move Mechanic

Alternate ending where the group decides to play Twister all night and have to freeze in place when the Wendigos break in.

Mike: *whispers* Left foot yellow

Sam: *also whispers* Mike! This is not the time…

*wendigo crawls past, they all freeze*

Chris: *gritting teeth* I can’t feel my arms

Ashley: *hushed snap* Lucky you, I feel like I’m going to collapse!

Emily: *whispers* you’d better not, bitch, my leg is right underneath you. You almost killed me once already tonight.

*another wendigo crawls past, they all freeze again*

Mike: Don’t play the game if you can’t handle the pain

Sam: *kicks him*