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It was early mornings, and late nights. It was stale cold pizza and the hot bright burn of smoke in their lungs. It was laughing and wrestling each other to the floor over the stupidest things. It was video games all day and tumbling into bed together at night. Things used to be so easy. Things used to be so simple. Mike used to be able to look at Trevor and smile, to see only the friend that had supported him for so long. And Trevor was happy, happy and carefree in a way he had lost with time. They used to be happy, they used to love each other, they used to care. Now though.... Now there's none of that left. Just a hole where there had once been family, just one more loss for Mike in a series. Just one more aching bleeding wound that won't ever heal. One more hurt. Now it's angry phone calls and threats. Now it's glares sent across crowded sidewalks and plots twisting sickly sweet between them, dragging them both down. Now it's only hurt and bitterness. Things can never go back.

Everything used to be so simple.

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I need you.

It’s the one thing that has kept them together all these years. A need, from the very first moment Mike met Trevor in the third grade. He needed someone, someone who didn’t look at him and see some brainy kid, someone who just saw a friend. And Trevor needed someone who would stand by his side, who would believe in him even when he probably wasn’t a safe bet. They needed each other. And it kept them together for years. Through Elementary and Middle school and into high school. It kept them together through college, applying together getting their first shitty apartment together. This need, it grew and shifted and changed with them as they got older as they experienced more. Mike needed someone who thought he was normal, who didn’t look at him and see a failure, and Trevor needed someone who knew he was more than drugs and bad decisions. It’s the kind of need that runs deep, through bone and marrow, that is whispered in the dark and in the early morning light. It’s the kind of need that makes them family. The kind of need that ties them together in complicated and dangerous ways. The kind of need they need to figure out, and sort through and make something new.

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50 Shades of Better BDSM Fics (Suits)

To clarify: this list involves fics that include ALL aspects of BDSM. Some are lighter than other’s (light bondage, D/s undertones, power play, etc). Others are more intense where BDSM is a lifestyle for the people involved in the fic. 

All of this is better than 50 Shades of NO.

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An anchor. That's what they call him. And it should be a good thing, at least that's what Trevor thinks. It should be something good, something that means something and doesn't hurt the way it does. Because that's what he's always been for Mike. Ever since they were kids. Ever since he met Mike all those years ago and decided they were going to be best friends. He's his oldest friend and he's his anchor. He's that stable point, the one thing in his life that has always been there. He's his anchor. But that's not what anyone means when they throw that word around and they talk about him. He's an anchor. He's dragging Mike down, pulling him into the depths, pulling him away from the light, from the surface, from everything good. He's the thing that is keeping Mike back, he's the thing keeps him still. He's an anchor. And it's not a good thing. It's not stability he offers Mike, but just enough freedom to hang himself with. A source of security or stability. That's what he should be, what Trevor has always tried to be. He might not do it perfectly, he might not understand completely, but he's done his best. He was there when Mike's parents died, he was there when Mike graduated, there when he moved out, and there when he had to put Grammy in a home, he has been there for all of those things, Mike's anchor. But it was never enough. There will always be those stains on him. Those places where he wasn't good enough, those things that make him a sinking stone and not a solid safe place. An anchor, but not an anchor.

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Credit (for the idea of this post)

#SUITS -> #SUITSUSA

Can the whole Suits fandom try to use “suitsusa” instead of “suits” from now on? Or maybe use both so people who decide to track “suitsusa” see the posts as well? That would be really fantastic.

I am so sick of all the penis posts and posts about random boys in suits in the tracked tags and I’m sure I’m not the only one. It’s so annoying when you’re basically just trying to find posts of your favorite tv show and blocking 5 people on each page can be a little tiresome :(

Anyway, reblog, spread the word. I hope a lot of people are willing to do this. <3

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Attention Suitors! It has just come to my attention that Hulu has the entire first season up for your viewing pleasure for the next fifteen days. Catch up with Season one before it returns to USA! Find it here!

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He's frowning, brows pulled together as he stares at Harvey without moving despite the way Harvey is tugging at him. His shoulders are drawn up tight, he feels a certain tension running just beneath the skin. The problem is though, Mike's not sure if it's more to do with just how embarrassing this is or the thrill that shot down his spine when Harvey revealed the collar and leash in the first place. It hadn't taken much at all to get Mike to agree to it though, he'd fixed Harvey with a stare that said no way in hell, and Harvey said he'd make it worth his while, and before Mike knew it the cool leather was wrapped around his throat and the leash attached a moment later. "That's a good boy." Harvey said and Mike didn't want to like it so much, didn't want to feel like suddenly things were right, but he couldn't seem to help it. In the end Mike decides not to say anything about it, not to give away how much he likes it. But Harvey sees it, sees it in the set of his shoulders the way Mike comes with just the slightest tug on the leash and the way he leans into Harvey's thigh as he kneels beside him. It's a start.

This is really embarrassing. You…You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

A little. Now, be a good boy and fetch me those files.

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Masterpost of Suits pages [2.0]

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"You didn't tell me you were training him for a lead." Jessica's smooth fingers curled around the leash Harvey had handed her, tugging gently and Mike the good boy that he was crawled closer. "I know you think you know everything about me, but there are still a few things I don't tell you." Harvey replied, sitting back arm extended across the back of the couch in Jessica's office the lights of the city and dark of the night spreading out across the windows behind him. Jessica raised an eyebrow at Harvey, fingers tightening just slightly on the leash, enough for Mike to notice the shift, the way it made him lean toward her just slightly. "You may not be my associate anymore Harvey, but remember I can always bring you to heel." She said, it was a warning and yet said just as easily as if she'd been commenting on the weather. Harvey cleared his throat, and if Mike had been looking anywhere than then fine point of Jessica's heels he'd have seen the way Harvey bowed his head just slightly. What he did see though was that smooth smile on Jessica's face when she curled her finger under his chin and lifted his face. "Now," She started, fingers curling into his hair a moment later. "Let's see just how well Harvey's trained you," Mike swallowed, eyes wide and eager, ready for whatever it was that she wanted from him. "Good boy." He heard Harvey's voice from behind him, let that fill his head as Jessica tugged him closer.

Harvey’s puppy looks quite pretty in a collar, I think.

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Happy Easter from Quicksuits!

"What the hell is this?" Harvey said stopping short of what was meant to be a dining room table but Mike knew was really just for show, having never seen Harvey actually use the table for it's intended purpose. "Umm... what is what exactly?" Mike asked feigning innocence just a little longer, though they both knew it was pointless. But that was all just a part of the game, that long familiar push and pull that seemed to define all of their interactions. "This." Harvey said waving a hand to ... well everything Mike had strewn across the table, raising an eyebrow at Mike practically daring him to try and act like he didn't know exactly what he meant a second time. "It's Easter." "I'm aware, that doesn't explain all of this." "Seems pretty self explanatory to me." That got him a look, the sort of look that said you're talking that line right now I'd be careful about what you say next. "Why don't you explain then, for the rest of the class." "Easter," Mike started, his tone very much in keeping with the obvious nature of the state of Harvey's dining table. "Easter baskets, candy, cellophane grass, jelly beans, chocolate bunnies, Easter eggs." Mike listed off all of the requirements one by one. "It's how you celebrate." "That is not how I celebrate." "It's how I celebrate." Harvey frowned, picking up scattered bits of the green plastic grass that littered the table and would before the end of the day end up littered throughout the apartment, despite Mike's assurances that everything would be easily cleaned up. He'll swear weeks later he found a bit of the stuff in one of his suit pockets, and how it found its way there neither Mike nor Harvey will ever know. Still, it's one of those things, one of those little things that maybe shouldn't be important to Mike but it was. It's not that he particularly cared about the holiday, but it's something from his childhood, something from his parents and it's something Mike had always held on to through the years, and he wanted this with Harvey now. "If you start jumping around all hopped up on sugar I am going to kick you out." Harvey warned, but it was said with a warm smile and a hand at the back of his neck, fingers curling there warm against his skin and Mike closed his eyes and nodded once. Harvey always did seem to understand everything he left unsaid.

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"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Harvey grumbled, but he didn't shrug Mike's arm off his shoulder, in fact other than the grumbled words he didn't do anything to dissuade Mike from his current course of action. "At least a few times more." Mike sing-songed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he glanced side long at Harvey. Harvey huffed out something between a growl and a sigh. So often Mike was so much trouble, he took Harvey's lessons about pushing where it hurt and ran with them, he tugged at uncomfortable memories and forced Harvey to look outside of the carefully constructed world he'd created for himself. Mike forced him to be more, and no one had ever really done that before. He shook his head and wound his arm around Mike's waist tugging him closer as he squeezed him. "You're nothing but trouble." "Yeah, I know." Mike agreed easily.

I drew my version of the Suits promo. After drawing Mike’s current hairstyle for so long, it was quite strange drawing this particular look for him. 

Also, I kind of really, really want Patrick to see this.

Wishful thinking.

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Title: Lit Up  ♥  Author: phreakycat Rating: NC-17 Summary: Mike has synesthesia, which turns out to be a blessing, a bit of a curse, and an unconventional way to finally get his boss naked. Thoughts: Synesthesia isn’t something that I know much about, but the author weaved it into the story in a very real and beautiful way. The descriptions are so incredibly vivid — it is a seriously lovely fic. Title: Sweet Thang ♥  Author: MajaLi Rating: M Summary: Mike hates spending money on himself. Harvey, on the other hand, loves it. Thoughts: This is the sort of fic that makes me flail around and squee like a crazy person. I absolutely love it — just the right amount of sweetness.  Title: Excerpts From The Gospel of Harvey Specter, edited by Michael “Forever Awesome” Ross, 2011, 1st Ed.  Author: RC_McLachlan Rating: M Summary: Mike can totally read people. Well, most people. Some people. Or maybe just Harvey, who’s pretty much an open book. Thoughts: This fic is both hilarious and moving, and it makes my heart burst a little. Another wonderful, yet slightly bittersweet, fic. Title: Vinculum Somnis  Author: MajaLi Rating: M Summary: When Harvey’s little brother Arthur contacts him for the first time in two years, it can only be for one reason: to ask for Harvey’s help with an extraction. Now, Harvey’s being drawn back into a world he thought he’d left behind, with the added bonus of dragging Mike along with him. And if there’s one person Harvey doesn’t want in his head, it’s Mike Ross. Thoughts: This is a brilliant crossover with Inception. I’m stunned with how well the two worlds were blended together. A very clever and awesome story with a splash of Harvey/Mike on the side

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patrick j adams

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Suits Genre Meme: Angst

"What the hell is this?" Harvey stood there in Mike's door, and Mike felt his blood run cold. Trevor came back, he was there with Mike and they'd had a few drinks and they'd been talking, catching up, drinking. And it was just easy, finding that simple comfortable way things had been between them once in the past. So when Trevor's lips pressed against his Mike didn't automatically pull away, because it was just the way they were. The way they did things. And just then Harvey opened the door, let himself into Mike's apartment and saw them like that. "Harvey," Mike's eyes went wide and he scrambled up off the couch and tore after Harvey down the hall. "Harvey wait." "No, Mike no - I walk in on you with him, kissing him, I don't have to wait. Not for you." Harvey said eyes hard, and tone cold before he turned and left Mike standing there in the hallway of his crappy apartment building without a single thing he could say to make Harvey stay.

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Suits Genre Meme: First time

He was never going to survive, briefs had turned into drinks and drinks into hot frenzied kisses somehow, and then hands beneath clothing, pushing them up out of the way to get more skin. The trip from the couch to Harvey's bedroom happened without thought, clothes shed along the way, discarded thoughtlessly. Mike stretched out on Harvey bed, and pulled Harvey down on top of him. Kissing him and begging for more as he rolled his hips up against Harvey's in a desperate search for friction. "God Harvey, please." Mike exhaled in a sharp rush when Harvey pushed him down into the mattress, the warm press of skin against his own as he spread his legs, eager, inviting, hungry for more. "I've got you, kid." Harvey said, pulling his fingers free and wrapping a hand around his dick as he lined himself up. "Just breathe for me, Mike." Harvey told him as he pressed in, sliding in one long thrust until their hips settled together. Mike wrapped his arms around Harvey and held tight, holding him there and just breathing.

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Mike licked his lips, eyes drawn to the way Harvey's jaw clenched - the way muscles pulled and bunched beneath the skin, making the line of his jaw even sharper and harder to ignore. He exhaled slowly not entirely sure how they had gotten to this point, but knowing they were there all the same. And now that they were there Mike couldn't think of another place he'd rather be. Than standing there with Harvey, this sharp electric buzz of something coursing back and forth between them, each movement no matter how minute only drawing further focus to the sudden change in the atmosphere between them.

It was just supposed to have been drinks, they'd finally found the clause in a list of bylaws hundreds of pages long. But it was what they'd needed to get the result Harvey wanted in court, and rather than simply give Mike that small smile, the one that pulled at the corners of his mouth as he sent him off on his next assignment, Harvey suggested they get drinks together that night.

It had been a long week, for them both - long enough that Harvey wanted to get out of the office, he didn't want to linger and his hurry to get out was enough that he could give Mike the same consideration for a free weekend as he'd given himself. Besides he was sure Mike would still have plenty to keep him busy even without giving him something new.

So they'd gone to a bar not far from Harvey's condo, close enough that after they finished he'd be able to walk home, and enjoy the cool crisp night air of New York before he made his way upstairs. Just a drink or two, he'd tell Mike he'd done good work, and then he'd be home to start pushing off the week he'd just had.

But things hadn't quite gone like that.

The View From Up Here

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He's never needed anyone to trust him the way he needs Harvey to. It's a completely new experience, it's a reliance and a back and forth that Mike has never had with anyone else and there he is asking for it from the one man he has no right to ask for it from. Not after what he did, not after he went and did the one thing Harvey told him not to do - but he needs it all the same and so he asks. And he'll keep asking and keep working for it until he can actually earn that trust he needs so badly.