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Ah Millie, Thank you. I love it! lol @ the bagel kiss. x
“Guerin-“
“Nah, don’t worry about it.”
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“What is that?” Isobel interrogates, pointing at a hickey that Michael had forgotten was there. Damn it; he should have grabbed a shirt.
He bites into his bagel and answers with a mouthful. “Can we not talk about it?”
Isobel had stopped listening, her mouth falling open in an o shape. Michael stops chewing and follows her line of sight.
Alex is exiting the airstream, sans shirt and is walking sheepishly toward them.
“Ah, morning,” Alex greets awkwardly.
Isobel beams at him, “Well, hi there, Alex. Michael didn’t tell me he had company.” Michael doesn’t miss the very pointed look she gives him.
“That’s my fault,” Alex admits, giving Isobel a peck on the cheek.
Michael tries to swallow, but his mouth is suddenly parched. Not only does Alex look amazing shirtless and with sex hair that Michael is responsible for, but he’s also just outed them to his sister. Michael wishes he could wormhole Isobel away so that he can go another round with him.
But Alex doesn’t stop with a mere admission, he pulls Michael by the belt toward him with a gravelly-voiced, “Morning baby,” and kisses him so thoroughly that Michael’s sure Alex ate some of the bagel.
All the while Isobel is standing behind them vibrating with happiness, Michael can practically see her jumping into the air with pom poms.
“Okay,” Isobel says, dragging out the vowels. She wraps her arms around them both in a bear hug, “I don’t have anywhere to be, but watching junkyard sex isn’t really my thing.” She kisses them both on the cheek and leaves, yelling something about lurve making out the car window.
“Can we go back inside now?” Alex asks, grinning at him. But Michael needs to know why, why would he do this when minutes ago he was afraid of her knowing?
“What made you-“
“Guerin,” Alex interrupts, winding his fingers between Michael’s. “You asked me days ago whether I was sure, and I freaked out when I heard that horn, but I am sure. I want to be with you. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t. So, if you don’t think it’s a big deal that your sister knows, then I have to trust that you’re right.”
Michael’s eyes never leave Alex’s, and all he says in response is an emphatic ‘damn’.
“Damn?” Alex questions, clearly amused.
Michael grins at him mischievously, hands sliding over Alex’s hips and into the back of his jeans, eliciting a hungry groan from him.
“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back inside,” he murmurs, pulling Alex flush against him.
#Malex#fic rec#my prompt#and look what she did#gave me sexy playful loving Malex#I've missed your writing#bagel kiss
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❄️ Dripping Wet 🚙
@sterekdrabbles prompts: clean, winter, bark. Sorry I’m late. 😘
“Stiles!” Derek barked, “what the hell are you doing? It’s the middle of winter, and you’re going to get soaked!”
“Calm down, Der-Bear,” Stiles chided, popping up from behind the bonnet, already dripping wet. “Roscoe’s nearly clean, and besides you’re the one that drove him through a muddy, unmarked trail.”
“I was saving our asses.” Derek deadpanned. “Haven’t you heard of a car wash?”
“Roscoe leaks, plus it’s my responsibility to look after the things I love.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “And if you get sick?”
“Then it’s your responsibility to look after the things you love!” Stiles replied, smirking.
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Harvey Specter ~ The Cars.
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‘I Need This.’
by Loyalty2WayStreet
Summary: They both need each other, but how exactly, and can they admit it? (Rated T)
NOW COMPLETE
“Where is he, Donna?”
Mike had tried calling his cell and had stopped by the condo. He wanted to apologise for yelling, being a dick, pretty much the last six years of tangled endangerment he posed and, of course, now Harvey had disappeared.
“Mike, he went to visit Lily. He’s back tonight; plane lands at 10 pm.”
“Thanks, Donna,” he all but whispered. He stopped pacing the room and dropped his phone onto the bed. Shit.
He flopped face first onto the bed feeling heavy with guilt. Harvey needed him, and he’d said no, and that had sent him to see Lily? Mike should have been there; he should be on that plane, with Harvey, helping him make sense of it all. Forget that; he was supposed to stand beside Harvey and tell his family about the wonderful man he is and how proud he is of him.
Instead, he was here in New York trying to make a new start away from the man who had given him everything. Well, if he was honest, everything except what he truly wanted. He yelled his frustration into the pillow, jumped up off the bed, straightened his skinny tie and headed to the office to wait for Harvey.
It was almost midnight by the time Harvey arrived at Pearson Specter Litt.
His first choice would have been to go to see Mike but it was so late, and he didn’t want to have to explain the why to Rachel in case she was there. He understood why Mike was angry. If Mike knew how he felt about him, he would never have questioned his motives, and so he blamed himself.
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Mike Ross - Wine & Adam’s Apple Appreciation. 🍷🍎😉
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Derek had catalogued every touch.
He stored them away, not daring to let his hopeful heart overanalyse the loving way Stiles caressed his face, as the life drained from him. He dared not think of the gentleness and comfort Stiles’ hands brought him, subduing his panic as they lingered those few extra beats.
Some nights the anxiety is so overwhelming, that thinking of Stiles’ hands soothing him is the only thing that quells the fear and calms him.
Not tonight though. Derek finds himself crawling through Stiles window, crouching down next to his bed, and gently placing his hand on Stiles’.
Stiles sniffles and blinks awake, immediately spotting Derek and frowning as he throws the covers back and bolts upright.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Stiles’ mind is racing, firing on all cylinders because why else would Derek be in his room at this ungodly hour unless he’s hurt?
“No, I’m fine, I-“
Derek stumbles awkwardly over his words, as he asks Stiles for what he needs. It’s a request that Stiles touch him.
Stiles doesn’t even baulk at the idea, just shuffles over and motions that Derek joins him.
Derek falls asleep to the feel of Stiles’ fingers raking through his hair and a thumb lovingly caressing his cheek.
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Vanilla Frosting Kisses
by MyCousinMiguel (@mylittleshipgoestoot). Rated G, 643 words, Fluff.
For Dee. Wishing you the happiest of birthdays. xx 😘😘
The biggest day of their lives starts where they first met; they exchange vows in a beautiful clearing in the woods. They both look handsome, selecting navy suits because they both think each other looks hot in it. The rings aren’t matching. They each hand-pick a ring for the other; their differences are what makes them work after all.
John proudly walks them both up the aisle. Stiles chokes out a soft sob halfway through Derek’s vows. Derek tries his hardest to hold it together, but after a minute of forcing out words, he concedes and pulls Stiles into him, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek. There’s not a dry eye in sight within the small crowd of family and friends after that.
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As they’re announced as Mr & Mr Hale, Derek’s eyes shine with love as he kisses Stiles sweetly on the mouth. Stiles had wanted to go to town, and kiss Derek within an inch of his life, but he knew Derek wasn’t one for overt PDA’s, so they would leave that for the privacy of their suite afterwards. They walk hand in hand back down the aisle and head for the old Hale house and settle on the porch. They savour the quiet; leaning into one another and just being present. Stiles just keeps smiling as he rubs his thumb over the ring on Derek’s finger tenderly.
The reception is a true celebration. It’s loud and filled with happiness and warmth, just as they’d planned it.
Scott gives a heartfelt speech; he’s been there since day one and knows just how happy Derek makes his best friend. But it’s the Sheriff’s roast that has them all in stitches. John recalls the first time he caught Stiles just staring at Derek with veritable love hearts for eyes before he tripped over a bush, and landed on his butt. Then there was the time he walked into Stiles’ room, only to find two socked feet hanging out from under the end of the bed and Stiles acting so damn innocently the Sheriff has to keep his poker face in check. Derek looks scandalised because until now he thought he’d gotten away with it. Their friends roar with laughter.
After the speeches, the dance floor starts to come alive. Derek is moving through the crowd, kissing cheeks, shaking hands and thanking people for being there, always with one eye on the dance floor and his husband, who hasn’t stopped moving. Stiles looks damn fine getting his groove on, but he might want to tone down the ‘getting low’ a little, as those tailored pants only have so much give. Derek tells him as much as he joins him in the centre of the dance floor, ruffling his already messy hair and pulling Stiles against him and murmuring praises into his skin, as they dance to Fatboy Slim’s, ‘Praise You.’
The last official part of the night is the cutting of the thick vanilla frosted cake that Stiles had insisted on. Stiles grins back at Derek as the knife slides through the layers of deliciousness. They are posing for a photo for Melissa when Derek scoops up a handful of frosting and cake and smooshes it across Stiles’ face. Stiles turns to look at his mischevious husband; jaw slack and eyes wide with disbelief. He’s further shocked that his ‘I don’t do PDA’s’ husband is licking his bottom lip and humming approvingly. “Good choice,” Derek says, smiling at Stiles as his clean hand slides into Stiles’ hair, and his lips reconnect, kissing the life out of him, while their family and friends whoop with excitement. As Derek’s tongue sweeps deliciously into Stiles’ mouth again, licking at the icing, Scott and Isaac make an exaggerated gagging sound behind them. Stiles chuckles into Derek’s mouth, enjoying the pure joy of the moment.
Everything is perfect. ❤️❤️
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That’s the face of a man trying not to laugh at my terrible jokes 🤩😂
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Question~ Is there anyone you fan girl over?
Legendary audience member yells~ Dylan O’Brien!
Tyler Hoechlin~ That’s a good answer. (Laughing)
#tyler hoechlin#hobrien#Millie! I can't believe how lucky you are#do you have any more shots?#dm me plz 🙂#ahhh so jealous
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You won't regret reading these feels!!!
Millie is writing Sterek, it's like Christmas has come early! 😀🎉🎉
You’ll Never Walk Alone. 🎃 👻
Written for Day 7 of Sterek Week 2017 ~ Halloween.
Rated G, 1842 words, Mentions of Claudia Stilinski, Derek x Stiles.
Derek isn’t a fan of Halloween. In his opinion, it invites trouble. If anything supernatural were to happen, then tonight’s traditions would perfectly disguise it, which is precisely why Derek is out patrolling the streets and not in his cosy bed right now.
He’s been at it for hours when he sees a familiar-looking figure toward the edge of town. He’d know that casual shuffle and lanky frame anywhere. What’s surprising to him, though, is that Stiles is decked out in a Spiderman costume. A particularly tight, very revealing Spiderman costume at that, and he seems to be alone.
It’s peculiar. Why on earth would Stiles be out here, trick or treating by himself? He’d seen Boyd, Erica and Isaac across town in their Scream masks terrorising children, and Scott’s with Allison at Lydia’s annual Halloween soiree. Intrigued, he follows from a safe distance, ducking in and out of the shadows.
A pattern forms over the next half hour. Stiles, with his plastic shopping bag in tow, knocks on what seems like random doors. However, the doors that he picks are always flung open by smiling faces with open arms, reaching out to hug him. He chats with them a while, they hand over some candy, and then they hug him goodbye. Weird.
Derek realises he’s overstepping by following (some might classify this as stalking) him, but this is bizarre behaviour, even for Stiles, and the last thing he wants is for Stiles to end up hurt. That’s not going to happen on his watch. Stiles is by himself, Derek reasons, continuing to track him from a safe distance.
At the end of the block, Stiles makes a left into an eerily dim road. Only three or so houses are in view, all of them cloaked in darkness. Stiles doesn’t stop at any of them; he doesn’t even look back toward the safety of the last streetlight, he just keeps walking.
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#sterek#fic rec for years#I can't believe Millie is writing Sterek#It's like freaking Christmas#hell yeah#derek x stiles#halloween
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🍍 Say it with flowers flower shaped fruit. 🌼
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what marvey fics do you know of where mike gets injured?? p.s. love your blog! you seem so sweet!!
Hey Anon,
I love getting these requests and thank you for your lovely comments. 😗
Here is a list of hurt/injured Mike, with healthy helpings of protective/comforting Harvey. I don’t read major character death 💀 so you won’t find those here.
Love Me Tender / See You on the Other Side ~ by @novemberhush In the first, Mike comes off his bike 🚴♂️, and in the second he’s hit by a car. 🚗
The Unravelling of The Harvey Specter ~ by thingsthatmakeme It begins with a nosebleed. Medical Trauma. 💉 10k.
Things I Need to Say ~ by 38leticia Mike is found unconscious in the stairwell.
What more can I say, except I’m sorry / What more can I do, except keep on loving you ~ by Love2slash Mike starts acting strangely around the office, eventually ending up in hospital. The second part is rehab based. Together 55k
The Sweetest Things in Life are Free ~ by Stealthlamb1 Tanner hits Mike.
Night Shift / Night Shift II ~ by sal_si_puedes Mike is in a coma after having been in an accident, the second fic is set 12 weeks later.
The Thunder of my Heart ~ by @cowandcalf On a business trip in the forest 🌲, Mike is injured. 15k
Midnight Encounter ~ by Laughter_now Mike has an accident while staying over. Harvey is beside himself. 12k
Say a Little Prayer ~ by Love2slash Mike has a bike accident 🚲 on the way to work. 11k
Hearts Will Hold ~ by rories When Mike is injured, Harvey recalls the good and the bad times in their relationship.
Reassurance ~ by Khasael Harvey finally stops burying his feelings for his associate under loads of denial…and all it takes is Mike nearly dying on him.
Flashes ~ by Rayrawl The associates play a prank on an epileptic Mike, with lasting consequences. 📸
This last one is not exactly ‘injured Mike’, but it’s hurt/comfort, and amazing.
In the Line of Fire ~ by VampirePam A disgruntled former client with a gun comes looking for Harvey, and Mike impersonates Harvey to talk the man down. 🔫
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I live for Harvey’s, ‘B*tch please’ look. 😜
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