#like. somewhere out there harvey is lying on the floor because he saw too much of mike and mike ran

[katierosefun]

idk if this is just me but i do think it makes some sense why mike and harvey’s relationship crumbles apart so fast after harvey (basically) breaks mike out of prison. at this point, mike and harvey both got slapped with the fact that there was a genuine consequence to their actions—there was a rock bottom. and yet because harvey is harvey, he’s going to want to cling onto mike however he can. it’s almost obsessive, the way he tries (and tries. and tries. and you can’t blame him, really. he just saw his best friend (and also the love of his life, let’s be fucking real) go to prison. he realized that there is something he can’t win, not when it comes to the force that is mike ross). and for mike, it makes some sense why he wants to run far away—especially if we think about mike’s relationship with trevor (someone he really did come quite close to going to prison for). it makes some sense why he would want to run, because god, he’d lost everything before and he can’t keep losing more. which i think is what makes mike’s quiet distance from harvey that much more depressing: for harvey, he thinks clinging onto mike as tight as he can will fix things again, and for mike, he thinks leaving harvey will be the only thing that can fix things. i’m going to eat glass

[sunshinedjh]

The Wolf of The Woods Part Twenty Seventeen

Word count: 1690

-

Wattpad<<<

-

Warnings: None (unless you are allergic to words)

-

Phil was stood dead still, looking over the edge, despite the fact that rocks were still falling. He was still so in shock of what he'd just witnessed. He had to act fast though now, and he knew it. 

Phil wasn't stupid. Part of his brain had been telling him to jump after Dan and try to save him but he refused to listen. In fact, He refused to listen to all of he thoughts he was having right now, simply because they were all saying the same thing... 

So he ran instead. He followed the sound of the water downstream and ran through the forest in the hope of reaching the river a different way. 

Perhaps if he ran fast enough he could escape these thoughts that were trying to break into his head, could leave them behind and be sure everything was going to be okay. 

However, his mind appeared to be persistent. Soon it seemed as though it had found another way to communicate with him. He became more and more weary as he continued to run. Was it just him, or did he just hear a sound coming from the trees around him? It sounded like a voice. 

'He's dead' whispered the trees 'He sacrificed himself for you and now he's dead' 

'No!' Phil cried out, so determined to deny the fact that he didn't seem to realize what was happening. 

'If he hadn't been so selfless then he would still be here now, it would've been you who'd fallen and he could have been free to live a long happy life'

'You're insane!' Phil yelled. 

'Are we Phil? Or is it you who is insane... trees cannot talk you know, we're just a figment of your imagination' 

Phil stopped running. Panting rapidly with fear and exhaustion he looked around him. 

'I I... maybe I am insane' he spoke, to whom he was no longer sure.

'Maybe Dan really is dead and it's all because of me' he breathed, pacing around in paranoia. 

He looked around him, gazing up at the trees. He almost felt like a child again in that moment, a poor innocent child, alone and afraid of everything, with no power to control anything. 

The trees made him feel so small. Even if they weren't actually talking to him they were still intimidating. He'd never have thought that the very forest he called home would turn against him.

Taking a deep breath Phil sat down on the forest floor. He had to stop. Had to think for a second.

He felt physically sick with dread, and anxiety. He'd never had a panic attack before but he could almost sense that he was close to one. Breathing heavily, he shivered and drew his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them tight. 

He needed something. Something that would give him determination to get up and keep going. He needed strength. He needed hope. He needed...

A light.

That was what Phil saw. He saw it glowing in the distance. It was moving, or at least the source of it was. It flickered every time it went behind a tree and seemed to be heading somewhere.

It was so captivating that Phil was almost drawn to it. Standing up slowly, he began to walk towards it in curiosity. As he got closer Phil saw that there was more than one light; they were flashlights.

And flashlights meant people.

Now that Phil realized what was going on, he could hear voices too. One sounded like a man, he seemed to be doing most of the talking, and the other was a much younger sounding girl.

'Your mother was very worried about you, you're lucky we found you when we did' said the man's voice.

'What's going to happen to the boys?' The girl questioned. Phil heard laughter after that. Not the jolly sort of laughter though, no, it sounded like more of a pitiful chuckle.

'Well, we'll have to arrest them and keep them overnight but I can assure you that they won't get off lightly, especially if they won't even tell me what on earth they were doing trying to hold a girl hostage in the forest...'

Phil's eyes widened. This man was a police officer. Of course, that made sense. It wasn't as if your average person would be roaming the forests at night. And the girl, the girl must be...

'What did you say your name was again miss?'

'Er, Louise sir '

Of course. The police must have found her tied to that tree with the other two boys and rescued her. Phil smiled. Jack and Harvey were under arrest, and Louise was safe. He felt a tiny bit better about leaving her now, though not very much.

Still, there was still someone out there who wasn't safe, not yet anyway. Dan. Phil was going to find him. He had to. With a new found confidence and a sudden lack of fear, Phil started running again.

As he carried on running through the trees, the sound of flowing water began to get louder. This certainly seemed like a good sign. If Phil could just get to the riverside and follow it downstream, he was sure it would lead him to Dan. He really hoped it would lead him to Dan.

In the dense darkness of the woods Phil was really struggling to see where he was going, he was almost having to rely on sound alone to guide him in the right direction. He was sure he was close now, he had to be.

It was then, by some stroke of luck, as Phil emerged from one particular group of trees that he found that he'd reached the edge of the span of endless tree trunks. He could see the river in front of him.

Slowing down to a halt, though apparently not soon enough to avoid stepping in a puddle and getting his feet soggy, Phil stopped and caught his breath.

'Okay... okay' he panted 'come on Phil, you can find him'

Without hesitation he set off once more, this time following the river rather than the trees, in almost total darkness.

It's funny how when you want something so badly, so desperately, nothing else seems to matter. Phil was cold and tired and terrified, yet all he cared about was finding Dan.

Scanning every part of the river, best he could with what little light there was, Phil kept on waking further downstream. He knew it wasn't very likely that Dan was still in the middle of the river. Even if he was unconscious or... well worse, he'd probably be on a ledge on the riverside.

Phil shook his head dismissively. He didn't want to think about Dan being 'worse than unconscious', that was anything but a good idea. 

'Dan!' He called out to try and distract himself. 'Daaan!'

About forty minutes had past now since Phil had found the river. He wasn't going to give up. He'd called Dan's name so many times that his throat was starting to hurt but still he persisted.

'Daaan!' He cried. This time his voice sounded a little raspy and chocked up. He carried on following the river still, and still he saw nothing.

'Dan' he called. His voice sounded a little quieter this time. He'd been on the verge of crying for a while now but had been holding it back until... well, until now.

'Dan' he sobbed, as his tears finally came trickling down his cheeks. 'Where are you?'

He hadn't expected a response. Why should he have done when every time he'd spoken so far he hadn't received one? But this time he could've sworn he heard a sound. A whimper coming from nearby.

A wolf whimper.

'Dan?' Phil sniffed, lifting his head and drying his eyes on the torn sleeve of his shirt. He heard the gentle whimper again, it was definitely responding to him. Looking around desperately, trying to find the owner of the whimper, Phil spotted him.

After all this time searching he had found him, Phil could hardly believe it. He was lying on the river bank, a few feet away, still half in the water. 'Dan' Phil breathed, running straight towards him as he let out a tiny little whimper once more.

'Are you alright? Oh my gosh I can't believe you're okay... I can't believe you... I can't believe you sacrificed yourself for me' Phil said, sounding happier than he'd felt in a while. He was happier than he'd felt in a while.

Dan lifted his head slightly so that it met Phil's hand, he closed his eyes at the touch and let the boy run his fingers through his fur.

In all his excitement, Phil had completely forgotten about the state that his boyfriend was in. He was cold and injured, though most importantly, he was alive. Phil had better get him out of the water though, if he wanted him to stay that way.

Dan winced as Phil tried to help him up. He had some visible wounds and probably some bruises that would show up when he changed back human again, but that was a problem they'd have to deal with when it came to it.

'Come on Dan, we need to get you out of the water, it's freezing, just try your best to stand' Phil pleaded. Seemingly this worked. For the brief couple of seconds that Dan did manage to stay on his feet, Phil was able to push him at least a little further up the bank and out of the water before he inevitably collapsed again.

Phil sat down by his side. 'So, I don't suppose you wanna walk all the way back right then now huh?' He chuckled. Dan shook his head and then shifted slightly so he could place it on Phil's knee. Phil began to stroke his head again for a little while before deciding to wrap his arms around him completely, and cuddle him tight.

The two didn't even need to speak to show their emotion, their love for one another was clear.

[hysterialevi]

cobblebats fanfic pt. 3

From Bruce’s POV

I stood in the middle of the Vales’ house, taking in the grotesque crime scene as the police guided the boy I found to safety, leaving me alone with Gordon. The lieutenant was staring at Mrs. Vale’s corpse who lay on the floor of the living room, her jaw limp and open, and her eyes gouged out. Meanwhile, the other police officers were examining Mr. Vale, who was currently hanging from a belt in a storage closet.

My nose wrinkled at the stench. The entire house was covered floor to ceiling in blood, and the unmistakable scent of Vicki’s drug lingered in the air, mixing with the smoke from Gordon’s cigarette.

“I just don’t get it,” the lieutenant shook his head. “Why would the Children of Arkham attack a family like the Vales?”

“Because their daughter, Vicki, is Lady Arkham.”

Gordon nearly choked on the smoke. “Vicki!? Wait--Vicki Vale the reporter?”

“She killed her own parents so she could use their company warehouse to stockpile the rest of her drugs. The boy said he heard something about drugs, and attacking the police. Can’t confirm anything, but it sounds like the Children of Arkham might be plotting something against your people. The warehouse is Vale Oil & Heating. You should secure it as soon as possible.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up. I’ll get on it right away. What about you?”

Just then, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Who was texting me? It wasn’t Alfred, that much was obvious. He knew I was Batman right now. If he wanted to talk, he would’ve just spoken to me through my earpiece. I silently groaned. It was probably Harvey, lecturing me about Selina again. Though, I was going to have to deal with him later. There was another problem at the moment.

Out of nowhere, the commissioner stormed through the front door like an angry bull, his stern eyes piercing right through mine.

“What’s going on in here?” He barked.

“Securing the crime scene, commissioner.” Gordon answered.

“Not anymore, you’re not,” he strutted further into the house. “I’m taking over this investigation. I can’t risk you allowing Batman to contaminate our crime scene again.” He threw a dirty look at me. Absolute ray of sunshine, this guy.

Without saying anything--anything aloud, at least--I took my leave and quickly strode out of the house, bumping shoulders with the commissioner along the way. 

Well, that was done. Now it was time to see who was trying to text me. 

Hopping back into the Batmobile, I bolted through the streets of Gotham, the tires screeching and fallen leaves whirling behind my trail in a flurry as the outside view became a giant blur. Before I knew it, I was back home and pulling up to Wayne Manor. When I saw who was waiting at the door however, I hastily switched to my regular red car in panic before my guest could see me.

It was none other than Oz. Again. Uninvited. Again.

His long, black coat was missing from his attire today, and instead, he only wore a white t-shirt along with a simple bracelet on his right wrist. It was odd seeing him without his signature piece of clothing.

Coming to a halt, I slid out of the Batsuit and tried to exit the vehicle as casually as possible, quickly popping my earpiece out and straightening my shirt.

I approached the short staircase which led to the manor’s entrance. “Oz?” I called out. His attention jolted towards me from above.

Oz appeared to be in better shape than last night. His face was still bruised and broken, but he seemed to have calmed down ever since our brief conversation. Maybe now he’d actually tell me what was going on.

“There you are,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I tried texting you, but maybe I should’ve sent a pigeon instead.” 

“That was you?”

“Yeah.” He rested his hands on his hips. “I dunno, maybe I should’ve called?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” I reassured. “I was just expecting Harvey, is all. Is there something you needed?”

Oz awkwardly peered at me in silence. It was the same look he gave me last night.

“Is...everything all right?” I double-checked. Why was he acting so strangely?

More silence. This was getting uncomfortable now. I could try inviting him inside. Maybe that would divert his attention.

“Do you want to talk inside? We can sit down somewhere.”

Still nothing. What did he want?

He finally responded. “...why are you being so nice to me?” The question left me dumbfounded.

“Why?” I shrugged. “Erm...I don’t know. You’re my friend. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

Oz didn’t seem convinced. “Oh, is that what you were doing at the press conference? Being nice? Well, anyways, I thought I might pay a visit. Figured you’d want an explanation for last night.”

“That would be appreciated.”

He sighed. “I told you about what Vicki did to me, yeah?” His expression softened with sorrow. “I... guess I just needed to vent to someone. Also I was a little drunk, so I may not’ve been thinking straight.”

“And you came to me? I thought you hated me.”

“Oh, no--I still do.” Gee, thanks. “But, for some reason, I felt like I needed to talk to you specifically. And to be perfectly honest, I was expecting Alfred to shoo me off the minute I showed up at your door. I didn’t even think you were still awake. I just...had to be...here.”

I nodded. “I can understand that. After all, you have a lot of memories here.”

“...right.”

I stepped closer. “Oz, I’m just gonna say it. I feel like this has to do with more than Vicki betraying you. This seems personal.”

Oz was clearly reluctant to open up. “Vicki and I were friends. Close friends. So yeah, I may have been a little pissed about her trying to murder me. And I know murder don’t exactly mean much to you Waynes, but in my world, it’s not normally considered a pleasant thing.”

I tried keeping my cool. I would’ve been lying if i said Oz hadn’t just struck a nerve.

“My parents were murdered too, Oz. You know this.”

He glowered at that. 

Before we could continue talking however, Alfred stepped into the scene--prim and proper as always--sending a wave of relief through me. As much as I wanted to help Oz out, it was always so difficult to communicate with him. It felt like trying to get a rock to speak.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred greeted. He turned to Oz, “...Master Cobblepot.”

“Alfred.” he replied, his words sharp.

“What’s up, Al?” I asked.

“Sir, there’s something I think you should see. It’s Mayor Dent. He’s threatening to seize the estate.”

[nobodyzhuman]

We really need to do that again

He had walked out of the office in a daze, even climbed in to a cab and given the address. It was only when the cab pulled in front of Harvey’s building did he start to second guess this whole idea.

He got out of the cab and looked at the building.

Would Harvey really be okay with him coming here?

What would he think at coming home and finding Mike in his condo?

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He started to walk away.

“Mister Ross?” A man’s voice came from behind him causing him to stop and turn around.

“Yeah?” He asked.

The man smiled, “ Miss Donna said you would probably chicken out, her words sir, and that I’m supposed to tell you, to do as you are told and go up and wait for Mr. Specter. ” Mike laughed.

He should have known Donna would make sure he followed through.

Knowing that Donna had him beat, he followed the man in to the building. The man seemed to take to heart Donna’s orders because he walked Mike all the way to the elevator and even pressed the floor button for him.

As the door’s closed the man smiled and said, “Have a good evening sir.”

He used Donna’s key to unlock Harvey’s door and slide inside. But once he was in the room he had no idea what to do. He had been here before sure, but it was always with Harvey’s permission and Harvey here with him.

He felt like an intruder.

He looked around the room. He could sit on the couch or maybe one of the stools at the island, but the truth was he was beyond tired. He looked towards Harvey’s room, the night before playing over and over in his mind.

Pulling out his phone he saw that it was on 1:25pm and that Harvey wouldn’t be home for hours.

Sighing he went into Harvey’s kitchen. Not wanting to make a mess or burn down his boss’s kitchen he settled on a bowl of cereal and watching Harvey’s tv.

He made it about an hour before he started to fall asleep on the couch. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea but he was tired and Harvey had a bed, that he knew for a fact was comfortable as hell.

Sighing and turning off the tv, he slowly stripped his jacket off and placed it on the couch. It was followed by his button up shirt and shoes. He kept his under shirt and pants on, and then made his way into Harvey’s room.

He was greeted with a pristine room, no evidence of the night before could be seen and the bed was made perfectly, he had to give points to whoever cleaned Harvey’s place.

Too tired to unmake the bed, Mike just laid down in the middle, his head on one pillow as he brought the other to rest his arms around. The pillows held Harvey’s scent and it made falling asleep way to easy.

He knew he was dreaming but that didn’t take away from the fact that Harvey’s hand running up and down his chest felt fantastic. The hand was under his shirt and it slowly, one finger at a time keep going up and down, causing Mike to arch into it. The touch way to soft and teasing, he wanted more.

He moaned and tried to move closer to the hand only to be stopped by another hand on his shoulder pushing him flat against the bed.

He made a sound of protest but then he could hear Harvey’s soft shhing in his ear. The hand slowly started to wander over his chest; a slow playful finger dragged over a nipple caused him to keen.

He could make out Harvey soft chuckle and Mike cursed that even dream Harvey was a tease.

The hand on his shoulder gave a squeeze a move Mike interpreted as a stay, and then moved away. Now he had two hands exploring his chest, his shirt having been pushed up out of the way, he gave a thought that he should have slept without a shirt on, but it was a dream so it probably wouldn’t have made a difference.

As the two hands moved around sometimes so lite Mike wasn’t sure if he was really feeling it or the air moving caused the movement. Other times the hands where heavy, push and squeezing. Both hands seemed to enjoy dragging moans and gasps out of him, because they seemed to always be around his nipples, circling them or barley just brushing over them.

A part of him was aware he was panting and that his body kept trying to follow Harvey’s hands every time the man pulled them away. God he wanted more. He wanted Harvey to really be teasing him to the point of insanity. Not just dreaming about it.

While one hand moved up to trace his clavicle the other slowly slide down his chest, right down the middle, slowly gliding over his navel and then running along his waist band, when he felt the warmth of the finger brush just under the fabric of his pants his hips reacted without thought, pushing off the bed and towards Harvey.

Mike whined as the finger pulled away and heard Harvey chuckle.

“Mike.” Harvey’s voice came into his ear’s like a heated whisper, he caused him to shiver and he knew that if his ever talked that way to him on purpose he could come just from the man’s words.

He whined again, missing the finger that had been exploring his lower half, the other was now his throat. The older man wasn’t holding his throat so much has resting his hand there, using his thumb to rub circles. It was weird soothing to Mike.

“Mike.” This time there was something off about the voice, Harvey still sounded aroused but there was a bit of amused around.

He gave another whine, why couldn’t Harvey just keep going. This was his dream shouldn’t he be in control. Not that he was against Harvey being in control, but couldn’t his subconscious at least let him have enough control to finish…

“Michael, if you don’t wake up, I’ll just leave you like this.” There was lust and want in his boss’s voice, he back arched towards the man. The words not quite making sense, “Not that it is a bad sight, your all worked up and panting. Your chest is pink from all my attention and I bet you nipples,” His right nipple was suddenly squeezed causing him to yelp, “are over sensitive.”

Something clicked in his mind and he shout up awake.

He was definitely still in Harvey’s bed. His shirt was off, and Harvey was sitting next to him on the bed in nothing but the same sweatpants he had worn to sleep the night before.

Mike moaned at the sight, not that he meant too. His body was still worked up and he was harder than he had ever been in his life and seeing Harvey without a shirt and knowing that his dream hadn’t been all him, was just too much.

“Michael if you come before, I ever get started I’m going to be pissed.” Harvey was smirking at him, and somewhere in the back of Mike’s mind, he knew that the only reason he wasn’t coming was because Harvey told him no.

A whimper escaped him.

He hadn’t realized Harvey had was still on his throat until he tried to sit up, the man gave a gentle squeeze and pushed Mike back down against the bed.

Mike willing went.

He watched as Harvey slowly, moved to straddle over him. Mike’s hips again went to move, his body screaming out for friction. He really needed to come. But Harvey gave another squeeze at his throat, a warning not to do that again.

He knew he was pleading with his eyes, because Harvey was smirking at him.

Once the other man was settled over him, sitting just above Mike’s knees, his free hand started rubbing on Mike’s chest again.

“Fuck,” Mike moaned, “Harvey please,” He wasn’t even embarrassed to beg.

The older man chuckled and brought his hand down, just barley pushing down on Mike’s erection, Mike gasped and tried to move his hips to push back against the hand, but Harvey’s hand on his throat squeezed again and the man’s body put weight on his legs, stopping him from having any leverage to move. It turned him on even more, knowing he was trapped and that it was all up to Harvey.

He made a note to think about how much he enjoyed this later.

“Harvey!” He whined hoping the man would stop teasing.

Harvey seemed to wait until Mike stopped trying to move, before he continued. This time he was rubbing his hand’s up and down Mike’s thighs, first one and then the other, always teasing, Mike slowly melting into the man’s touch.

He wasn’t even begging anymore just whimper and panting.

It seemed like hours before Harvey slipped his hand into Mike’s pants and when Mike felt skin on skin he almost came, it was the warning squeeze around his neck that held him back, he bit down on the growl that had started to work its way out of his throat.

He must not have been fast enough because Harvey gave him an unimpressed look.

Again the older man waited until he stopped trying to take control, once Mike let his body go lax, Harvey’s hand started moving again.

His boss’s hand was giving slow deliberate stokes, up and down over and over again, keeping Mike just at the edge, but every time Mike’s body relaxed into the pattern Harvey would swipe his thump over Mike’s slit, sending electricity through his whole body.

“Mike, you’re doing so good.” Harvey sounded almost breathless. Mike’s whole body shuttered at the words and at how Harvey sounded.

Harvey’s hand stopped moving, causing Mike to cry out. He opened his eyes, to see why his boss stopped. Confused at why Harvey was staring at him.

“Harvey?” It was definitely more a whine then a question, and the other man smiled.

“You liked that didn’t you?” The hand started moving again, “You liked me saying you were good.” And fuck if Mike’s body didn’t answer for him, shivering as his back arched off the bed.

“Mike, can you be good and come for me when I tell you?” Harvey asked, as his hand speed up breaking the slow and steady rhythm he had had going.

He whimpered, to gone for words. But it seemed Harvey understood because the man only had to move his hand a few more times, before Mike was ready to explode.

Harvey seeming to read his mind because the man said, “Come,” and Mike was gone. His orgasm hit him so hard his vision went white.

When his brain finally started working again, Harvey was lying next to him using a warm wash cloth to cleaning Mike.

When he noticed Mike was looking at him, the man gave a smug look, “Good boy.” The shudder that ran though Mike wasn’t as powerful as earlier but that was probably because he was exhausted.

He pulled himself closer to Harvey laying on the man’s chest, and just as he was falling asleep he had a thought.

“We really need to do that again.”