The 'Harvard degree' isn't the only secret...

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

Mike, on impulse, hugged her. “Well, believe it, ok? I fucked up reading them about myself but that’s tangled in my own issues. I think you’re doing the same thing.”

Andie curled into him, sniffling softly. “It’s possible I guess. God, I’m such a mess…’m supposed to be stronger than this.” She sighed, wiping at her eyes.

"Hey, no one can be strong all the time. You told me that, remember?"

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mojo Man. Next time I'll leave a sock on the door." Andie snickered, shaking her head. "And for the record, I was planning on telling you the other day but we got interrupted by work."

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

eidetictelekinetic:

"Next time maybe I won’t," mike grumbled. "Seriously, my best friend and my boss - I did not need to see that. Neal will laugh his ass off when I tell him though."

"I know but - what if he doesn’t believe in marriage or something?"

"You’re over thinking things, Mike. I’m sure everything will go smoothly."

"Yeah, I guess so. Just nervous."

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mojo Man. Next time I'll leave a sock on the door." Andie snickered, shaking her head. "And for the record, I was planning on telling you the other day but we got interrupted by work."

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

eidetictelekinetic:

"Next time maybe I won’t," mike grumbled. "Seriously, my best friend and my boss - I did not need to see that. Neal will laugh his ass off when I tell him though."

"I still have to get a yes, remember," Mike pointed out, only half kidding.

"Bah, you’ll get one. Neal is crazy about you." Andie beamed, leaning against the couch.

"I know but - what if he doesn’t believe in marriage or something?"

Movie Night- ot3

theredheadbehindthelens:

specter1701:

eidetictelekinetic:

"Oh God, will they never stop?" Mike asked, cackling. "Like you said, they should know better by now." He shook his head.

Jamie and Cassidy would likely give Mike shit too, but oh well.

Harvey lingered in the kitchen a moment, trying to quell any sign of worry he might have. “Anyone need anything from the kitchen?”

"Just you handsome!" Andie said, stretching a little. "Other than that I’m good to go."

"Nope," Mike said, settling deeper into the couch. "Thanks, though." He didn’t have the easy play-flirting Andie did; just wasn’t good at it.

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

Mike shook his head. “I think you’re wrong about that, Red.”

"I find it very hard to believe otherwise." Andie said, hugging her legs to her chest and resting her forehead on her knees. It was a pose she had used to comfort herself ever since she could remember.

Mike, on impulse, hugged her. “Well, believe it, ok? I fucked up reading them about myself but that’s tangled in my own issues. I think you’re doing the same thing.”

"Is that a tattoo?"

specter1701:

eidetictelekinetic:

specter1701:

"Uh… yeah. Got it a few years ago," Harvey tugged his shirt back down and tucked it in again. It wasn’t the only one, but the dark ink on his hip was something he often forgot about, especially in the office.

They got to Harvey’s condo and Mike had to laugh. “Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve been here for a good reason.” It was true; the other times had all been unpleasant, at least in part.

"Well, can’t think of a better reason, honestly. And, I guess this means you get a treat, given the circumstances," Harvey said grinning, waving goodbye to Ray and heading inside, nodding for Mike to follow.

Mike had to laugh. “Treat? Sounds like you’re taking the puppy thing too seriously again…”

Action and Reaction- mike/harvey

specter1701:

eidetictelekinetic:

Mike sucked Harvey’s finger for a moment, then spoke around it, voice slurred a bit. “Tol’ ya, y’can do whatever y’want t’me.”

Harvey chuckled. “Yes I see that. You’re a good boy. I almost feel bad not letting you come tonight.”

Mike whined softly, not an objection or a plea, just… Oh, this was going to drive him mad. But even thinking that was a distant thing, and he stayed pliant under Harvey’s hands.

"How long was I out?"

specter1701:

eidetictelekinetic:

specter1701:

"Long enough for it to be concerning." Harvey said, kneeling over Mike. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the kid just pass out in mid sentence. "How’s your head?"

Mike stirred again en route, blinking dazedly at the medics. He didn’t see Harvey and nearly panicked - but then he found him in a corner of the ambulance, trying to stay out of the way. He couldn’t reach out or talk around the oxygen mask, but he didn’t look away.

Harvey kept quiet as the EMTs worked, kept his hands clasped tightly in his lap, eyes on the calluses of his fingers. If he looked up, and saw Mike laying there, he might lose his composure, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t. But he felt someone’s gaze on him, thought maybe one of the EMTs was trying to talk to him. But it was Mike, watching him when Harvey looked up. Harvey swallowed thickly and offered a thumbs up and a weak smile. They’d be fine.

Mike smiled back, eyes half-closing again. But he didn’t pass out again, and he kept Harvey in sight. Until they got to the hospital and he was taken away, at least.

It was nearly an hour before a doctor came out to speak with Harvey.

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

"Why would - Christ, Andie. You’re smart and talented and funny, you’d do anything for the people you love. Why wouldn’t they?"

"There are so many reasons Mike. And even if they did, they shouldn’t. I don’t deserve any of you." Andie said, shaking her head.

Mike shook his head. “I think you’re wrong about that, Red.”

"I'm sorry you had to see that Mojo Man. Next time I'll leave a sock on the door." Andie snickered, shaking her head. "And for the record, I was planning on telling you the other day but we got interrupted by work."

theredheadbehindthelens:

eidetictelekinetic:

eidetictelekinetic:

"Next time maybe I won’t," mike grumbled. "Seriously, my best friend and my boss - I did not need to see that. Neal will laugh his ass off when I tell him though."

"Sure, if you want. Why not?" Andie could make a tux work, he thought.

Andie let out a whoop and did a little dance. “Awesome! I haven’t worn a tux since Ethrington’s gala four years ago.”

"I still have to get a yes, remember," Mike pointed out, only half kidding.