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Mike woke with a violent oof, all the air punching out of his lungs as a full-grown corporate attorney collapsed across his chest. His eyes flew open, disoriented, heart pounding, adrenaline firing like he was being attacked by a very well-dressed bear.
Then he smelled it.
Whiskey. Scotch. Something aged longer than some countries. And Harvey’s cologne—stronger than usual, more of a fog than a scent, like Harvey had marinated in it before leaving wherever he’d been.
Mike blinked. "Harvey?"
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Or, Harvey turns the tables for once.Series
- Part 11 of Mike Ross: Nocturnal
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28 Jun 2026
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Mike starts calling Harvey honey as a joke, except it was never really a joke. Harvey finally does something about it. This is just a cute 'lil low-stakes fluffy thing where Mike is the only one to call Harvey pet names and live to tell the tale.
Part 12 of my "Our Song(s)" series of one-shots based on Taylor Swift songs. Lyrics are woven throughout, but you don't need to be a fan to read it. This one is based on "Honey."
-It started as a joke. Mike waved a file erratically when he shouted in a sing-song voice, “Honey, I’m home!”
Harvey sucked in a barely audible breath, schooling his expression before Mike noticed. Instead, he leveled his most menacing glare at his associate.
“Call me that again, and I will throw you off the balcony,” Harvey hissed.
Mike saw right through his bluff, slinking up to Harvey with a lopsided grin. He caressed Harvey’s face.
Mike’s voice was soft as butter as he gently said, “Oh, honey, don’t be like that. Your life would be way too boring without me in it.” -
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- Part 12 of Our Song(s)
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28 Jun 2026
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“They didn’t call you to reschedule?”
Buck’s face falls.
“W-what?”
“They should have called you to reschedule. I’m incredibly sorry, Mr. Buckley, but we’re unable to collect your sample today. As you might have seen walking in, we are having some repairments done – we had a power outage and the systems went down. All donations have been rescheduled to next month.”
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“I haven’t jerked off in a month, Eddie. I’m fucking going insane.”
Eddie is silent beside him for a few moments, then Buck feels a hand gently touch his lower back, “I mean, I guess you could fix that?” He hears the man say.
“I can’t. It just seems pointless now that I have been diligent for so long to just throw it all away.” He says.
“I could help you, Buck” Eddie tells him slowly, looking him dead in the eye, like he’s trying to explain something to a toddler, “I’m the one who suggested it, so it only seems fair. Besides, it wouldn’t mean anything, just a friend helping out a friend.”
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OR Buck hasn't masturbated in a month and Eddie is a very good friend.
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27 Jun 2026
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It started late one night in Harvey’s condo, a few hours after he’d left work.
Harvey had been sitting on his couch, nursing a scotch and flipping through files when his mind drifted to Mike. Not an unusual occurrence. But as he thought about their day—the quick back-and-forth banter, the way he’d fixed Mike’s tie without asking, the lingering touch on Mike’s shoulder after a meeting—a creeping sense of unease began to settle in his chest.
At first, he tried to dismiss it.
It’s just how we are, he told himself. Mike doesn’t mind. He’d say something if he did.
But the more he thought about it, the harder it became to convince himself.
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or, Harvey realises how often he touches Mike and spiralsBookmarked by sarashht
27 Jun 2026
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Mike misses his shot; a mishap occurs.
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Trans Mike Ross
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26 Jun 2026