And on Thursdays we're teddy bear doctors
I'm 24 and internet is my mother, my brother and my lover.

I live for my TV shows and believe that there's no such thing as too much homosexual undertones.

One day I'll be the one responsible for all your slashy feels, since I'm gonna be a screenwriter.
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Posted 6 months ago with 1,156 notes
originally nerd-utopia


Suits 3.15 | Know When to Fold ‘Em

#ugh  #uuuugh  #suits  
Posted 7 months ago with 801 notes
originally tattooedsiren


BTS of Suits photographed by James Minchin III

Posted 7 months ago with 2,616 notes
originally justimberlake

Posted 7 months ago with 546 notes
originally heartsuits


You’re a reflection of me and I absolutely care about me.



It’s been ten months since Jessica fired Mike.

Eight and a half months since Harvey came to his senses and asked Mike out for dinner.

Just shy of five months since Harvey cleared out space in his closet and a drawer in the bathroom for Mike.

Three months since Mike moved in officially and gave up his Brooklyn apartment for good.

Three weeks since they got married.

Marcus was surprised when Harvey called and asked him to be his best man, cautious. But he flew in from California on short notice anyway, grinning when Harvey and Mike met him at the airport. Harvey gets it - the issue for Marcus wasn’t Mike, it was Harvey getting married at all, something he once swore to his brother he’d only do once during a late night, vodka-induced call his senior year of college.

Thing was, no matter how much alcohol he’d consumed, Harvey had meant every word of it then, and he means it now. Marcus only had cause for concern because he didn’t know Mike. So Harvey went off to work a few days before the wedding, and left Marcus and Mike to spend the day together.

Harvey came home that night to Mike and Mike’s newest, biggest fan. And pizza with cheese in the crust.


It’s all easier than Harvey ever thought it could be. Mike fits - in his life, in his family - like he should have been there all along. And he’s so much happier, now that there’s no secret hovering above them constantly.

And happy is exactly how Harvey would like to keep him.

Harvey looks across the table at Mike, sipping from his orange juice, eyes focused down the street as he watches some street artists from behind Harvey’s Wayfarers. It’s still fairly early on a Sunday, and they sit at a table outside this new restaurant in Brooklyn Mike wanted to try, eggs benedict in front of Harvey, waffles in front of Mike.

On impulse, Harvey picks up his phone and snaps a shot of Mike.

Mike turns to him, grins, lifts the sunglasses to sit on top of his head.

"You’re so goddamn beautiful."

Mike blushes. He’s still getting used to that, to Harvey’s overt, public appreciation, the same way he’s still getting used to having a family again, to having money. Every time they go out, Mike’s eyes still search for the cheapest prices on the menu. Still, Harvey has a lifetime to get him there. He can be patient.

Mike leans forward, reaches out and uses his fork to grab a bite of Harvey’s food, grinning at him as he chews. 

Happy looks good on him.

Posted 7 months ago with 171 notes
originally joyxland

Posted 8 months ago with 2,117 notes
originally heartsuits


'Tis the season to read Marvey! Or something like that…

A collection of 40 stories about Harvey and Mike, full of fluff, hot chocolate, snow, Christmas feelings, warm embraces and love! Enjoy!

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Posted 10 months ago with 197 notes
originally itsclicheiknow

Posted 10 months ago with 2,242 notes
originally heartsuits

Posted 1 year ago with 312 notes
originally harveys-specter

Posted 1 year ago with 411 notes
originally pearsonspecterlitt

Posted 1 year ago with 1,515 notes
originally wadeswilson

"I’ve been doing this since before I met you, and I’ll be doing it long after I’ve forgotten all about you."

Posted 1 year ago with 187 notes
originally harveyspockter

The day Mike was promoted to Junior Partner, a party was thrown in his honor. The Senior Partners called it long deserved – a credit to his excellent work – the other Junior Partners welcomed him into their ranks, and the associates put on congratulatory smiles while they privately simmered in barely-contained jealousy. Paralegals mixed with partners, assistants mixed with associates, and Harvey Specter strode across the room, wrapped his hand around Mike’s neck, and pulled their mouths together, effectively outing them to a stunned Pearson Hardman.

Interlude by smartalli

Posted 1 year ago with 192 notes
originally tattooedsiren

Posted 1 year ago with 601 notes
originally vampireharold