“Yeah, you see, my boss is directly responsible for my wife getting captured by a dark church of the deep that worships the very eldritch god I took part in slaying several years ago. So now most of the time my wife’s body is controlled by a separate consciousness that comes from the black crystals they implanted in her spine, and that consciousness believes itself to be of a nun of the church of the deep, which means she worships the very dark god that I slayed. And to make matters worse, when I killed the eldritch god it’s blood mixed with mine and now I’m its vessel and I have to resist giving in to its corruption to avoid bringing about the cataclysmic demise of the entire world as the oceans would swallow the land and creatures of the deep would devour and assimilate everything until there was nothing left at which point the hivemind mass of the dark god will spread across the cosmos seeking more worlds to devour. On top of all that, the nun in my wife’s body has my wife’s insatiable libido. and ever since she found out that I’m the vessel of her god she’s been constantly begging me to ‘fill her with my divine seed’ and to be honest the whole thing is making our weekly game nights really awkward for everyone.”
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Omfg
Mike won against Harvey and Harvey didn’t mind at all. Rather the opposite, he’s so amazed by this boy. Oh you stupid fuck, Harvey. What’s more, he loves watching Mike wipe the floor with his opponent.
And when he did win against Mike he barely enjoyed it. Even regretting fighting Mike in the first place.
For someone who has built his whole persona around loving to win this can only mean one thing when he doesn’t care about wining. When wining and being a winner is something else entirely.
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OK I was mad at Mike for his dumb decisions but A+ for not busting a nut whenever Harvey smirks or says something sexual. If he was my boss I’d be sweating & unfocused 24/7—
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"Where's Mike?" Trevor demanded, before Harvey even sat down.
Harvey didn't bother to hide how pleased he was that Trevor had asked. "Right where he belongs. At home, in my bed."
Probably watching a movie in an attempt to distract himself while he waited by the phone, but the word choice conjured a different image entirely, and Harvey knew it.
Predictably, Trevor hit the table and attempted to launch himself upwards, only to be stopped by the cuffs on his wrists and the public defender's hand on his shoulder.
"I object strongly to this man's presense in an interogation." She said. "He assulted my client."
The detective rolled his eyes. "I have half a dozen witnesses and a video camera that saw him use nessassary force to stop your client from further assulting his..."
"Fiancée." Harvey supplied- purely for Trevor's benefit. He didn't let himself smirk again, but he hoped Trevor saw it in his eyes. It wasn't that much of a stretch- he did have the ring upstairs, even if it wasn't on Mike's finger just yet.
"Congratulations." The detective said dryly, probably seeing right through him. "Mr. Specter is here as an officer of the court, because Mr. Ross has some conditions he wants met if your client wants to avoid him pressing charges."
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