#skyenapped

[statusquoergo]

So approximately a million years ago, @skyenapped​ left a comment on the angst prompt list that things were getting perhaps a little dark: Jesus h Christ the last one. That’s too brutal. Like I love it because I love sadness but maybe he could, you know, live, even if barely?

And thus I present watercolor sky, Mike Lives Edition!

wind in the valley

[teamfreewill-]

skyenapped replied to your post “I worked on 3 fics today!! Go team! Writing is apparently coming...” i'm so happy to hear this. i love everything you write!

Thank you so much!! This actually means so much to me so thank you <3

[teamfreewill-]

So a long time ago I asked if you were gonna finish the marvey roadtrip fic you started but then I was MIA from tumblr for a while & never saw if you did or where it was posted? It was so good and if there was a second part I'd like to read it! I'll beg if needed :)

Thank you so much! Unfortunately part 2 still a WIP :(I’ve had serious writers block since about December and I only just managed to get back into writing last week. Really sorry to disappoint :( I really love that you love that story and I’m hoping I’ll get to it real soon now that my writing seems to be coming back!!

[machtaholic]

Okay, I've been really wanting a disabled!Mike fic for a while. Obviously there's plenty of room for interpretation here but I'm thinking something along the lines of Mike gets injured in some kind of accident and isn't himself after & Harvey has to be his caretaker until he heals (if he ever does.) Cue lots of angst and, if Mike does return to how he used to be, can they ever be together or have the dynamics changed too much?

Disclaimer:  I’m not a doctor so anything medical here is complete bullshit.  Also, borrowed a bit from Bones - I don’t own Suits or Bones, obviously LOL

A/N:  Mike served his full sentence.

“I hate the new physical therapist.”  Mike rolled through Harvey’s apartment, headed to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“So you’ve mentioned,” Harvey called from the bedroom.  “For the last four weeks since she started.”

“The old physical therapist was just fine!”  Mike grabbed a cup and fixed himself some mango juice.

It used to bother him, that Harvey had changed the apartment to make things easier for Mike.  Things Mike used often were set lower, moved so Mike could get to them.  Furniture had been moved so Mike’s wheelchair could fit around.  The bathroom had been completely redone.

It had been more than six months since the incident.  MIke had gone to Pearson Specter Litt to visit Harvey and spend some time talking to Donna, Jessica, Louis, even Rachel (their relationship hadn’t lasted through Mike’s prison sentence).  He’d stayed late with Harvey and somehow a man had gotten into the building, confronting Harvey and Mike in Harvey’s office, waving a gun around.  The instant Mike heard the name Gallo, he’d jumped in front of Harvey and took the shot from the man’s gun.  It had been a through and through, but it had nicked his spinal cord, leaving Mike paralyzed from the chest down.

The next few weeks after that had been a blur.  Doctors had said that everyone would just have to ‘wait and see’ if Mike would be able to walk again.  Mike had been sad, angry, determined to leave Harvey so as not to ‘burden him’.

Harvey had been obstinate and stubborn and had refused to let Mike leave.

They made it work.  They still had bad days, still had fights, but they made it work.

“Dammit!”

Harvey raced into the living room, frowning at the spilled cup of juice on the coffee table.

“What happened?” he asked.

“We have a ghost,” Mike muttered.  “I set the cup down, turned to grab one of my books off the corner table, and when I looked back the cup had tipped over.”

Harvey pressed a kiss to the top of Mike’s head before going to get a towel to clean up the mess.

“A ghost, huh?” Harvey said as he crouched down and cleaned up the spilled juice.

“That’s not the first time that happened,” Mike protested.  “Things keep getting knocked over.”

“Uh-huh,” Harvey replied.  He finished cleaning up the mess, then noticed a mark on the leg of the coffee table closest to Mike.  He looked at the leg, then at Mike, then at the leg again.

“What are you looking at?” Mike asked.

“Mike,” Harvey whispered.  “There’s a sneaker scuff on the table leg.”

“What?”

“Cleaning service was here yesterday and cleaned everything,” Harvey said.  “But there’s a mark, right here.  A sneaker mark.”

“But,” Mike murmured, glancing down at his legs.  “How did I … ?”

“You might not feel it, but your muscles remember,” Harvey whispered, moving over and giving Mike a sweet kiss.  “I’m getting that physical therapist a gift basket and doubling her pay.”

“I’m going to walk again?” Mike tried to blink back the tears and failed.

“You’re going to walk again.”

[machtaholic]

Ok, the fic we talked about where possessive Harvey has total control over how Mike dresses and does his hair and goes with him everywhere because Mike cannot be alone :)

It got long and it’s a bit kinky so ... I posted it to AO3 ... it’s called ‘Your Life, My Choices’ 

[heartsuits]

happy birthday, @skyenapped!

[machtaholic]

Think long and hard, Mike.  Think about what it will mean to belong to me, to do what I say, when I say.

Harvey Specter in my new fic

[machtaholic]

This prompt for @skyenapped is going to be ... so FUN.  Possessive!Harvey with a recently released from prison!Mike as his pampered little pet? FUN.