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Weekly Challenge #2
Weekly Challenge #2
This week's prompt is Pet Peeves.

Your entry should focus in some way on a pet peeve that a character would have. The definition of Pet Peeve (from Wikipedia): is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to her or him, to a greater degree than others may find it. Here is a list of Pet Peeves to help you if you get stuck. 

Edit: If you are having trouble developing a pet peeve for a character. Then focus in general on a pet peeve, either in conversation. Finding out a pet peeve or even why certain characters don't have them while the "normal people" not working for the firm do. 

I'm glad that people are participating in the challenge!

The rules to the challenge are located here.

Word Requirement:
Minimum: 100 words (drabble)
There is no maximum. Write as much as you want, just as long as you submit it by the deadline.

Posting Rules
Each challenge will be it's own post. You will post your fanfic as a comment or a link to your fanfic there. You can link your fanfic to anywhere you want. Additionally, I have created an Archive of Our Own Collection. You can post your story there, just make sure that you comment with link. 

IMPORTANT: Your fanfic must be new! This is not a challenge to rec your old fanfics. Please, don't do this. This is to inspire new writers to come to the fandom and old writers to get past blocks or whatever else.

Your comment/reply to the challenge should have the following:
1. Fits the given prompt. Therefore, your entry should center around that prompt in some way.
2. In the header: Characters/Pairing, warnings, and rating (though the rating, I'm lenient on). The warnings are ones that can be found at the Rules Post.

Refer to the mod post for any questions.

Previous Weekly Challenges:
Week 1 (Donna's blackmail material)

Donna, Mike, Harvey [Gen] PG/G

wrote this quickly today.

"How can you not have any pet peeves?" questioned Mike, "everyone has pet peeves."

Donna looked at Mike and lied, "I don't have any." She noticed Harvey walking towards them and called out, "The files are on your desk."

Harvey nodded and stopped near Donna's desk. "What are you doing here, Mike? You should be working on those briefs," he said.

"They're done," answered Mike.

"He's being naughty," said Donna at the same time as Mike.

Harvey looked between the two of them then turned to Mike. "Why are you annoying Donna?"

"I want to know her pet peeve," said Mike.

"You don't need to. Now go back to work. Donna find him something to do," said Harvey before walking away.

"Here you go," said Donna. She gave him the stack of briefs that was on her desk to read.

Mike glared at her before taking the files and walking back to his desk.

Donna glanced at Harvey in his office, who winked at her. She smiled, thankful that he was able to save her from revealing that those skinny ties of Mike's were starting to become a pet peeve for her as well.

Re: Donna, Mike, Harvey [Gen] PG/G

I now have images of Donna dressing in all black and ninja-ing her way into Mike's apartment to replace all of his skinny ties with fatter ones, bankrolled by Harvey. :)

[Insert Title Here] Mike, Harvey (Gen) G

"Would you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Tapping your damn pen against the coffee table."

"Sorry..I didn't realize I was doing it."

It was late, Mike had passed tired hours ago, and was now circling sheer exhaustion. Harvey refused to let him leave the office until he found the loophole, so the only thing that seemed to keep him awake was tapping his pen against something. He didn't do it on purpose, and really wasn't even aware he was doing it until Harvey had pointed it out.

He tried to focus on making his hand not tap anything, but eventually started doing it again when his focus was lost in a blur of tiny print while trying hard to find something that could send him home to his bed.

"Damn it, I thought I told you to stop doing that? It's obnoxious."

"I'm sorry! I'm not trying it. It's just something I always do when I'm tired."

"Make it something you never do. It's getting on my nerves."

"Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll just break this life long habit right now because you said so."

"That's all I am asking."

The next time Mike started tapping it again, Harvey grabbed his hand and took the pen from him. Problem solved. Only not, because Mike had eventually replaced the sound of tapping pen, with the sound of tapping foot, which Harvey found equally, if not more annoying than the pen had been.

"You have got to be doing that on purpose now."

"Why on earth would I be doing it on purpose? I told you, I'm just tired, Harvey. I think I do it to... I don't know, help me stay awake or something."

"Try coffee like a normal person. As a matter of fact, here," Harvey said as he pushed his cup towards Mike.

"What is it?"

"It's love potion. What do you think it is? It's coffee, genius," Harvey said with an eye roll. "Drink it, wake up, quit tapping or you're going out the window and I'm getting a new associate."

Mike took a sip of the coffee, it was at the perfect temperature. "Would you really get a new associate?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you'd miss me too much."

"I wouldn't miss you. Maybe your skill set, but that's about it."

"Oh come on, Harvey. Just admit it already."

"Don't you have a loophole to find me?"

"Not until you admit it."

"Then it's going to be a long night for you, isn't it?"

"Not really," Mike said as he grabbed his pen back from Harvey and started tapping it against the coffee table. "Admit that you'd miss me."

"Okay, stop it. You're being a child."

"I'm waiting," Mike said in a sing-song voice, doing nothing to disprove Harvey's 'child' remark, and continuing to tap the pen.

"You do realize I could fire you, right?"

Mike just tapped the pen more rapidly, a smile firmly planted on his face.

"Damn it. Fine. I would miss you. Are you happy?"

"Your delivery could use some work, but yes, I'm happy."

"Great," Harvey said sarcastically. "Now get your ass back to work, and if I hear any tapping, you'll be Louis' associate, and I don't care how damn bad I miss you."

Re: [Insert Title Here] Mike, Harvey (Gen) G



Re: [Insert Title Here] Mike, Harvey (Gen) G

Mwahaha, did Harvey just say "how damn bad I miss you"? :D Very nicely done! I loved every bit of it :)

Harvey/Mike, PG-13, Domo Arigato, Mr. Spectro

Got a bit long for a comment fic, so it's posted on my journal.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Spectro

Mike, not Mikey - Donna/Mike, PG-13 for swearing

Donna's eyes were currently about to fall out of the back of her head from rolling her eyes so hard. Honestly, she didn't understand why the people in this office couldn't take a hint. She'd sighed and huffed rather loudly, cleared her throat, glared, and generally made her disdain for the associates gathered far to close to her desk well known. And yet, here they still were, gossiping about something inane that Donna had known for a week already.

After yet another eyeroll, Donna caught Mike slipping past the associates on his way to Harvey's office. She couldn't help the sly grin that spread across her face when he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her grin widened when she caught the faint blush appear on Mike's cheek and she knew he was thinking of the night before.

Donna turned back to her computer, typing in Harvey's schedule for the next few weeks while simultaneously shopping for a new pair of shoes. The associates were still standing around, however, and for a second she hoped Louis would pop up to scare them away.

But he didn't and they were still there and honestly if her eyes rolled back any more they would fall out of her head.

"Oh, please, he's totally sleeping with Specter," she heard one of them say. "It's obvious that Mikey is fucking his way to the top," the associate say with obvious disdain.

Donna could't help the scoff that escaped her mouth. She didn't turn her head even when the two young men turn to look at her.

"You'd know, Donna. Is little Mikey fucking the boss?" And really, Donna had to give him props for being so bold with his words.

"Don't. Don't do that, it's irritating," she said, still typing away on her keyboard.

And the associate must really be a moron because he continued. "What? Mikey's young and fresh, just Harvey's type -"

"Stop. Just, don't do that," Donna said again. "His name is Mike. Not Mikey. That's're irritating and you need to no longer be in my presence."

"Oh ho ho, no denial!" The associate said and they laughed, the other one slapping his buddy on his back. "So Mikey really is banging the boss."

"No, you moronic ape, he's not, and his name is Mike, though you'll be calling him Mr. Ross if you don't stop calling him what has become my newest pet peeve. Now if you'll please leave my general vicinity before I find a way to fire the both of you, and trust me, I can and I will."

The mouthy associate gaped like a fish, his lips opening and closing trying to find a retort. Donna finally deigned to look at him, watching as his face grew redder and redder.

"And I'm not sleeping with Harvey," Donna heard from behind her. She didn't even need to turn around to know who was there. "I'm sleeping with her."

doing my part to keep the donna/mike alive apparently. written on writtenkitten so any and all mistakes are blamed on cute pictures of cats.

Edited at 2012-01-29 08:48 am (UTC)

Rachel, Harold, Kyle, PG, Red Sole Justice


Rachel's head lifts slightly from her work at the sound and her pen stills.


Her eyes search out the source and land on the man sitting at the table across from her, his eyes focused on the book on the table in front of him. He makes a note on the legal pad to his right and scratches his eyebrow, and Rachel lowers her head and focuses back on her work.


Rachel closes her eyes, grips her pen tightly, and takes a deep, slow breath.


She squeezes her eyes shut and counts back from ten, breathing deeply after each number.


I do not want to kill Harold. I do not want to kill Harold.

The library is quiet, except for the flipping of pages and the scratching of pens, and Rachel breathes in deeply and gets back to work.


She drops her pen, yanks off her right shoe, and leans over the table, holding it stiletto heel first in front of Harold's startled face.

"Do you know what this is, Harold?"

His eyes shift nervously from the heel to her face. "'s a shoe?"

"No, Harold. It's not just a shoe. It's a Christian Louboutin. Do you know how much my Christian Louboutins cost me?"

"Uh...a lot?"

"Yes, Harold. A lot. More than a lot, in fact. These shoes are precious to me, Harold. They look good with anything, and they make my ass look great. I love it when my ass looks great. Do you understand?"

He nods his head vigorously.

"Good, Harold. Now having said that, much as I love these shoes, if you clear your throat one more goddamn time, I will not hesitate to stab you with this heel. Are we clear?"

He nods again, his eyes wide, and Rachel sits back down in her chair, smoothes her skirt, and puts her heel back on her foot.

The room is silent until Rachel looks up and gives everyone the eye, and then heads are dropped, book pages are hastily turned, and pens begin scratching on yellow legal pads.

Rachel closes her eyes in bliss, relishing the sound for a moment, before getting back to work.

Click. Click. Click. Clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety-click.

Rachel looks across the room, and watches the offender click his pen in and out over and over and over again.

Oh, Kyle. You're going to wish you hadn't done that.

Weekly Challenge Closed

This Weekly Challenge is now closed. Thank you everyone for participating. Please keep in mind that you can still post a story here even though it is closed. Fills/entries posted below this comment are considered Amnesty fills. :)


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