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Posted 1 year ago with 426 notes
originally starskeeper

Harvey/Mike + up close & personal requested by waterfeeders


Posted 1 year ago with 441 notes
originally neptunepirate

“What is it, Harvey?” he stood in a middle of his boss’ sitting room, hands in jeans pockets, a little bit angry, a little bit lost and unsure. “You don’t usually have a problem with dumping your hardest work on me so why suddenly refuse to tell me what’s the matter? Also, it’s Christmas, so maybe show me some Christmas spirit and stop being an asshole just for a sec-“

“For fuck’s sake, Mike, could you just shut up?!” he hissed, rushing to the younger man and covering Mike’s mouth with his palm. He pointed at the couch where a small, dark-haired boy was sleeping, curled into a ball, with a thumb somewhat between his lips. “He just fell asleep.”

"Bursting in, messing up, making it home" aka my Christmas Suits Fic


Posted 1 year ago with 35 notes


"A bottle, a flower, a tea, a jungle" a.k.a. "Hurricane fic"


“It’s a jungle out there,” Mike said, folding the umbrella and shaking it to get rid of the water, visibly wetting the floor. Realizing what he’s done, he quickly kicked off his shoes and started to slide his feet on the floor, hoping that his socks would absorb the raindrops before Harvey sees it.

“They say it may be the strongest hurricane in a long time, no wonder people are freaking out and fleeing the city.” He looked up to check if Harvey’s not standing over him by any chance, but no, a clack of closing cupboard and rattling dishes indicated that he’s safe. He took off his coat, picked the shopping bag up from now perfectly dry floor and headed to the kitchen.

“Have you bought the candles?” Harvey asked, throwing the rug over his shoulder to take the groceries off of Mike’s hands.

“Sort of…” he said, grimacing when the older man looked up at him suspiciously. “Those were the only ones left so I didn’t have much of a choice.”

There were three flower scented Febreze candles in the bag. Harvey cursed.

“If we’re not gonna die because of the hurricane, we sure will be getting a massive headache if the power goes out.”

Mike rolled his eyes, tearing the candle out of Harvey’s grip and putting it on the coffee table. “Positive thinking. I’ve always liked that about you,” he said, turning around to throw his arms over Harvey’s neck. “So…” he whispered in the man’s ear, gently scratching the nape of his neck. “What are our plans for today?”

“Hmm…” Harvey shivered, closing his eyes. “I was thinking a bottle of wine and a dinner?” he said, pulling Mike closer by his belt loops.

He chuckled. “Good luck ordering Chinese in this weather. I vote a big cup of tea and Doctor Who marathon first,” he added and went to put the kettle on before Harvey got a chance to protest. “Then we can open the wine.”

“I hope you didn’t have the time to charge your laptop, to be honest,” Harvey said and sighed, reaching for two mugs and a pack of Earl Grey and putting the teabags in each of the mugs, far too vigorously.

“You’re terrible at hurricane sleepovers, you know?”

“That’s because I was hoping there wouldn’t be much sleeping.” He pouted, leaving the mugs and coming up to the younger man. He grabbed his shirt, placing a harsh kiss on his lips, pushing him up on a countertop behind them. It was uncomfortable and a bit awkward position, the top cupboard hanging too low for Mike to fit under, and too high to possibly lean on it. But, to be honest, he was used to it, as much as to those hot, needy lips and a possessive tongue fighting with him and those hands, already trying to unbuckle his jeans.

They wouldn’t even notice when the power finally went down if it wasn’t for the sudden silence falling, disturbed only by the wind howling under the doors and a heavy rain banging on the windows. Harvey broke the kiss, looking around the pitch black apartment.

“I guess we can forget about my tea,” Mike said, breathing heavily somewhere over his shoulder.

“What about the marathon?” he asked, smiling. Glasses ringing, a bottle opener being pulled out of the drawer, and Mike tugging him towards the bedroom were the only answer he needed.


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originally repulsor


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originally starskeeper


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originally starskeeper

gmacht:

USA Welcomes Modern Family

can we talk about mike and harvey being the mom and dad of the Suits family? can we?


Posted 1 year ago with 630 notes
originally abigail-sciuto


Posted 1 year ago with 1,890 notes
originally neptunepirate


Posted 1 year ago with 699 notes
originally starskeeper


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originally hermione


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originally hermione


Posted 2 years ago with 392 notes
originally hermione

That was tempting.


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originally zhivchik