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Late Night Serenity

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Harvey doesn’t particularly let out his feelings much, so when you get a call in the middle of the night, completely unannounced, it’s safe to say you’re there within a heartbeat.

WC: 1134

Category: Slight Angst, Comfort

I wrote this at 3am after watching an edit... yeah, not my brightest moment. But hey, this beauty came out of it :)

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“Harvey…?” You spoke into the phone, a little concerned as to why he called you at such a late hour. You were already in bed and about to fall asleep.

There was a short silence before he answered, almost as if he was waiting for the right words.

Finally, he replied, and you heard the slight hesitation in his voice, the uncertainty, and the exhaustion.

"Yeah?"

You were instantly on alert, but you made your voice calm and soft so he wouldn't hear your worry. "Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over?"

There was another pause, this one longer than the first. Your worry increased. You sat up, already pulling on a sweater, trying to get ready to go to Harvey's.

"No. No, it's alright. I just wanted to hear your voice. Sorry to wake you."

Your mind raced, trying to decipher Harvey's words and the hidden meaning behind them. His tone wasn't right; it was too quiet and too sad, nothing like the normal cocky, self-assured, sometimes slightly arrogant tone.

"You didn't wake me. Is something wrong, Harvey?"

You heard him sigh, then the sound of a door shutting and the muffled sounds of the city streets. He must have stepped out of his office, maybe gone outside.

"No. Everything is fine; It's okay. Go back to bed."

He didn't sound okay. In fact, he sounded a bit upset, though not like he was angry, more like he was frustrated.

You slipped on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys and wallet, and quietly opened the door.

"Where are you? Home? I'll meet you there."

"What? No, no, that's not-"

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Wait for me, okay? Don't go anywhere."

You could almost hear him frown through the phone. "I can't ask you to do that. You don't have to.”

"Harvey," you interrupted him again. "I'm coming, alright? See you soon."

You hung up before he could protest more and drove as fast as you could to his apartment.

Once you arrived, you saw that Harvey was waiting for you outside. He looked exhausted and was staring up at the sky, his hands in his pockets. He was still in his work suit but had taken off his tie and jacket, leaving his top few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.

"Harvey?"

He jumped slightly and looked over at you. The moment he saw you, he relaxed and gave a half smile, but you could tell he was still worried.

“Hey, Bumblebee,” His nickname for you. You had told him how you hated bees when you were younger and had a fear of being stung, and ever since, he had called you Bumblebee, telling you that you were the cutest little bumblebee. It was definitely meant to be teasing, but somehow, the way he said it was never mean or rude, and you secretly loved it no matter how much you’d deny it.

“What was it? Mike?” You guessed, referring to Harvey's associate, whom he had taken under his wing a while back. Harvey shook his head.

"Jessica, actually."

You raised an eyebrow.

"She found out and wants me to fire him. But I can't, I just can't, not now."

"I’m sorry, Harv, but you knew it was a risk, right? She had to have found out eventually.”

"Yeah, I know, I just thought maybe... maybe I wouldn't have to, and we could figure something out. He’s got so much potential.”

Harvey looked down and sighed. He looked so tired, but you knew his mind was racing, always trying to find a way to fix things. He had been working with Mike for a while now, and even though he would never admit it, you knew Harvey cared about him and had grown attached to his presence.

And when Harvey gets attached, he hates to lose.

Your hands found his arms, and you squeezed gently, trying to reassure him. You had done this plenty of times in the past, and you knew it worked.

"Look at me," you told him, and he did. His dark brown eyes met yours, and you were almost startled by the amount of emotion in them. He was always good at hiding how he felt, but you could see through his mask, and you saw how upset he was.

"You’ll figure it out; you always do. And even if somehow you don't, it's not the end of the world. He could always… you know, actually, go to law school."

Harvey laughed quietly, and the sound warmed your heart. He was finally relaxing, slowly calming down.

"No, that's not an option," he replied.

"Right. I forgot how stubborn you both are."

You smiled, and Harvey smiled back. He had the most wonderful smile, the kind that always made you happy no matter what was happening.

"I'm glad you came," Harvey said, taking a step closer. His hands found your waist, and yours reached up to wrap around his neck. You could feel the warmth from his body through your clothes, and you leaned in, resting your head against his chest.

"Me too. Especially when you’re in a mellow mood," you teased. Harvey chuckled and rubbed your back. “That's rare."

"Hey," Harvey replied, feigning offense. "I'm not always a dick, you know."

"About eighty percent of the time," you grinned, looking up at him. Harvey's smile faded, and his eyes locked on yours, gazing at you with a certain intensity that made your breath catch.

You stared at each other for a few moments, neither one of you moving, until Harvey suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his hand cupping your cheek and the other wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you against him.

The kiss was slow and sweet but full of all the emotions that neither of you could say. There was no rush, no desperate passion or need, just the two of you together.

After a while, Harvey pulled away but kept his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

He didn’t say anything, but you knew exactly what he was thinking. You had spent enough time with him to be able to read him perfectly.

Thank you.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for caring.

Thank you for being mine.

You reached up and kissed his nose.

"Love you," you whispered.

"I know," Harvey replied. His lips turned up into a smirk, and you rolled your eyes, trying to act annoyed but not doing a very good job of it.

“You’re proving my point, Harv.”

Harvey shrugged. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I really do."

“Good,” His lips brushed against yours, and his smile was still there, but his eyes were serious. “Glad to know we feel the same way.”

[harveysweakness]

A/N: Thank you for the request dear! Super fluffy you say? Super fluffy coming your way

“You don’t look so good,” Rachel greeted, meeting you as soon as you’d stepped out of the elevator at the firm.

“I’m fine,” you replied, voice getting raspier by the second.

“Really? Because you sound like that now at 8AM so I can’t imagine what you’ll sound li-“

“Did you get those files?” You sighed, walking toward your office significantly slower than normal.

“Yes, I did but-“

“Rachel, let it go, please.”

“Fine,” the woman beside you huffed.

“Thank you. Now, I need to go through the files and you need to head to Reiter’s.”

“You’re letting me do it?” Rachel asked, surprised.

“You’re ready, we’ll give you a shot.”

“Thank you!” She squealed, before returning the same way you’d come. You couldn’t help but smile- the woman was far too excited about her work as an associate.

Walking into your office, you nearly collapsed into your chair. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this- congested, head throbbing, cold and hot at the same time, and just plain weak. But, mind over matter, right?

You continued to work, going through the large pile of files Rachel had gathered, searching for the right answer that would win you your case. Every so often you’d get a text from Rachel, letting you know whatever meeting she’d been in had gone well. It made you happy, knowing she was this good and didn’t always need your help anymore.

You’d just sat back in your chair for one second for a break when Donna knocked on the door.

“You didn’t greet Harvey this morning,” she said suspiciously.

“Busy day, Donna. I’m sorry but he can wait.”

She gave you a pointed look. “Now I know why you didn’t see him and that is exactly why you need to, Y/N.”

“Donna,” you sighed, though you both knew you could be convinced with just a little more of a push from her.

“Up, come on, up,” she insisted, moving into your office towards you. You stood before she could get to you, a little wobbly on your feet.

“Just got up too fast,” you muttered before she could say anything. Donna just hummed, sticking close to your side while you walked the short distance down the hall to Harvey’s office.

“Someone needs to see you,” she announced in Harvey’s doorway.

“Hey, I didn’t see you this morning,” your boyfriend greeted a bit hesitantly. It was odd that he hadn’t seen you, and it was odd how Donna had brought you here.

“Sorry.”

He was out of his chair in an instant, moving to stand in front of you.

“You’re sick, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the attention or the fact that you had a growing fever, but you suddenly felt dizzy, going so far as to grip onto Harvey while you swayed.

He steadied you and helped you over to his couch.

“You have a fever,” he murmured aloud, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead.

“I don’t feel good,” you admitted quietly. He frowned, a concerned expression on his face.

“Let’s get you home.”

“I have work to do,” you whispered. He shook his head.

“Rachel can take care of it. Donna said you already had her handling most of it today. There’s nothing left for you to do besides go home and rest.” His hand reached for yours, squeezing it gently. You nodded, letting your walls crash down as you stopped trying to convince yourself that you were going to make it the rest of the day. The man next to you, pulled you into him, not missing the way your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion.

“Donna,” Harvey called. “Call Ray. Tell Mike he’s going to handle the rest of the day.”

“Already done.”

“I love that woman,” you sighed sleepily, cuddling in closer to Harvey.

“Sweetheart, don’t fall asleep. We have to get you home first,” your boyfriend chuckled, though the worry was evident in his voice. You groaned, but picked your head up and moved to stand, Harvey’s hand stopping you.

“Stay here, I’m going to grab your things.” He stood, bending down to press a quick kiss to your temple before leaving the room.

‘Watch her, Donna,’ you heard him say.

You shut your eyes once more, leaning back against the couch. You shivered, wishing the material was a warm one instead of the cool black leather. Though you knew it was un-ladylike, you pulled your knees up and tucked your legs underneath you, trying to savor your body heat.

Harvey was back a minute later, setting your things down on the table. He moved to pack up his bag, an eye on you constantly.

"Y/N, I've got your coat."

You dragged yourself upright, slowly getting your legs out from underneath you and standing.

"We'll be home soon," he said quietly as he helped you slide your arms into your coat. You pulled it tight around you as Harvey wound his arms around you and gave you a squeeze. You nodded, pulling away to grab your bag. Your boyfriend quickly moved around you and grabbed your bag before you could.

"I'm not helpless," you meekly retorted.

"I know, but you've got something else to hold."

Just then, Donna made her way into the office, a to-go cup in her hands.

"Tea for the ride," she said, giving a sympathetic smile as you took the warm cup.

"Thank you, Donna."

"Feel better."

"Ready?" Harvey asked. You nodded, taking the arm he offered.

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Five minutes into the ride your eyes were fluttering shut. Harvey took the tea out of your hands without a word. He had to gently shake you awake when you arrived.

You let Harvey help you out of the car and you tilted your head, confused.

"This isn't my apartment building."

Your boyfriend chuckled, grabbing all of the bags. "It's mine." He pressed a kiss to your temple before guiding you towards the entrance.

"You took me to your apartment?"

"We aren't walking into Mike's, if that's what you're worried about."

You couldn't help but laugh, which quickly turned into a small coughing fit.

"Let's get you inside," Harvey murmured once you were finished.

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An hour later, you were settled in Harvey's bed, a mountain of blankets piled on top for you. He'd gone above and beyond, ordering soup, medicine, teas, and anything else he thought you would like, including a fresh bouquet of roses. He'd set tissues and a trash can next to the bed and he'd joined you in bed the second he'd made sure you had everything.

You cuddled into him, before sitting up for a second and looking at him.

"What?"

"Thank you," you said sincerely.

"You're welcome. Now come here."

You settled yourself in his arms again, eyes closing the second your face laid against his chest.

[artists-ally]

what about Harvey when he’s jealous? His wife is attending an event at the firm with him, she’s wearing a nice dress and one of his rivals from another firm is oggling her and she dogdes his advances gracefully, but when they get home he’s bending her on the closest surface and chanting “mine” skxmcmdks

{Put it on Me} Harvey x Reader

oh BOY have I been thinking about this tehe. Also, you are my soul source of Harvey inspiration pls pls pls keep the requests coming. I have such a hard time coming up with ideas on my on so getting to create something specific really helps. Enjoy loves!!! title from this song

Word Count: 3,375

Warnings: jealousy, minor dom/sub concepts, unprotected sex, flirty banter, Harvey being a possessive mf.

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As I stepped around the corner of the hallway, Harvey was leaning against the kitchen island, hands braced on the counter, gaze very much pinned on my silhouette.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, gesturing to the gown I had picked out over the weekend. “I thought the green would match well with yours.”

Harvey’s eyes melted over my frame, scanning every inch as he just stood. Watching. “You… Yn, you look breathtaking. What do you say we skip the firm announcement and just stay in?”

I laughed, the sound of my heels echoing off the walls. “As much as that sounds like a great idea, we can’t exactly snub off the announcement of a merger.”

“You just have to be the buzzkill don’t you?” Harvey smiled, planting his hands on my hips. “I should have you locked up for how good you look.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to convince a jury I’ve committed a crime, not if I bat my lashes and give them that flirty smile that sent you crawling to the floor.”

His eyes narrowed, backing me against the island in a firm spin. “Let’s not forget who can make those same lashes flutter shut, either.”

Bastard.

Harvey was dressed well– he always was. Terribly and insufferably great at finding the perfect suit. It was a three piece; the vest and jacket were black, but he wore this green tie that went with my dress. He said that since this would be the first event we attended together as a married couple, he wanted everyone to know.

Endearing, and mildly possessive.

I loved it when he was possessive.

“Okay, Maverick, let’s get to the flightdeck before we run out of fuel,” I patted his chest, grabbing my clutch and slipping in my earrings.

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you make Top Gun references?”

“Almost as many times as you’ve told me how much you love when I’m on my knees,” I whispered in his ear before heading to the door.

Harvey landed a firm smack on my ass, sending laughter tumbling out of me before we kissed and headed down to the limo waiting for us.

I looked up and out of the window, taking in the views of the towering skyscrapers. The venu was gorgeous; all sleek marble and intricate architecture. Who knew such a place existed in New York.

When we arrived, Harvey stepped out first, taking my hand and guiding me out. I clutched his bicep as we ascended the stairs, greeting the security guard in front of the glass doors.

“Ahh, Mr. and Mrs. Specter,” the guard greeted. “Welcome. Ms. Pearson and Mr. Litt is waiting for you inside, as well as the other guests.”

Harvey gave me a nod, and I gave him one back. “Thank you, sir.”

He opened the door for us, and the inside was just as meticulously crafted as the outside. It was stunning, truly stunning. They don’t make buildings like this anymore, and that makes me a little sad.

“Yn!” Donna called out, several heads turning in our direction. “Oh my god you look amazing!”

“I couldn’t say anything less about you, Donna. You look so good, that royal blue makes your hair look so awesome,” I smiled pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And you too, Jessica. You look marvelous.”

“Thank you, Yn,” she smiled, accepting my hug. “Don’t you clean up nice, Harvey.”

He rolled his eyes, snagging a flute of champagne from a waiter on their way by. “I’ve been known to clean up every now and then.”

Conversation flowed easily between the small cluster I’ve been encompassed with. It is so nice to have such a tight knit group of people to not only call my friends, but my family. When Harvey first brought me around them, it had just been after a huge win against a firm enemy. Daniel Hardman, who I’ve come to know the full story about, had his ass handed to him. Afterwards, Harvey was far too proud to keep his mouth shut about us and insisted I needed to be a part of the celebration.

Donna was the first to meet me, and we shared one look and knew we were gonna be best friends. We made an incredible team. Especially when we teamed up against Harvey together.

Jessica was polite, but not nearly as friendly as Donna or Louis. Mike was nice, and so was Rachel, but they were too love struck, always off in their own little bubble.

Cuties.

Dinner was served just before eight and we dined, exchanging stories left and right. I got to hear about his days at the firm from their perspective, to which I get to tell them from mine. Wildly different, might I add.

The food was rich and decadent; a choice between a filet mignon or a salmon steak. I went with the filet mignon, it looked too good to pass up. Apparently everyone else agreed because our plates all looked identical when they came out.

More champagne and a belly full of great food later, Harvey and I found ourselves at the bar, ordering drinks for ourselves. Sure Harvey enjoyed the company of his co-workers, but even he needed a break from the people he saw every day. And so did I.

“If she comes back, order me an old fashioned for me my love?” Harvey said, kissing the back of my hand. “I just saw one of our investors walk in. I want to make sure he keeps investing.”

“I’ll make sure she puts in an extra cherry for you,” I winked, letting his lips fall onto mine.

“God I love you.”

With a lingering touch, he was off across the room, that classic Harvey Specter saunter to his gait. He looked so confident, so proud of all the work he had accomplished in his career. And he should be. Harvey has built an empire here in New York and has done more than earn his reputation.

It baffled me that underneath that ‘tough as nails’ attitude, was just someone who wanted to be loved and cherished as much as I had. I love Harvey, with every bit of my soul. He was so deserving of someone who truly loved him and not the amount of zeros in his bank account.

When we first met, I hadn’t known who he was, and he liked that very much. He told me he was a lawyer, a good one, but never specified which didn’t bother me really at all. It was complicated for a long while, but eventually I wore him down and he opened up. There weren’t any details of his life he didn’t share once that wall was broken down. When I met Donna for the first time, she thanked me for it. She said that I pulled that child-like behavior out of him and made him fall in love with being a lawyer all over again.

That made my heart swell with pride.

A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my memory of Harvey, and I met a pair of tempest blue eyes.

“Oh, hello,” I gave a polite smile, turning to face the man.

“Hello to you, too,” he smiled, eyes darting around my face. “I’m Travis.”

“Yn,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

“You know,” he rubbed his fingers over his chin, “Most people tend to just wear an outfit, but clearly you are going the extra mile by capturing everyone’s attention by simply sitting here.”

I hit my smile, “Well, that is kind of you to say.”

“And the earrings, they really bring the whole thing together. Did you do your hair yourself?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed, rather enthusiastically. “It looks a lot more complicated than it was. It genuinely only took me five or six minutes to do but it looks incredible, right?”

I swiveled in the bar stool, turning the back of my head to him. He blew out a low whistle and gave a light applause, “It looks amazing.”

“Are you here from the merger?” I asked, not recognizing this Tanner fellow.

“Oh, no I am merely here as a… a guest.” His eye had this glint to it when he took a sip of his clear drink. I could smell the vodka from here.

“Me too,” I said, turning my attention to the space around us. “Isn’t this place so cool? I love all the columns and pillars and- oh! Excuse me, can I get an old fashioned? With an extra cherry in it?”

“Of course,” the bartender nodded, walking away to start mixing the drink.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for whiskey kinda girl,” Travis said, resting his elbows on the counter beside me.

“Oh, I’m not it’s for-”

“Tanner.” Harvey’s voice slithered down my spine. He sounded so… so repulsed.

“Harvey,” Travis pushed to his full height. “Nice to see you here-”

“What are you doing here.” It wasn’t a question.

“Your name is Tanner?” I asked. Why would he lie to me?

“No, no my name is Travis. Tanner is my last name.”

“She doesn’t give a shit about what your last name is. Now get the hell out of here.”

“Woah, calm down Harvey. I’m just talking with this beautiful lady, no need to twist your panties. I was here first, you don’t get to swoop in here and steal my conversation,” Travis frowned, setting the glass down rather harshly on the counter.

“Hey Yn, isn’t that an 8 carat diamond?” Harvey stood directly behind me, sliding his fingers down my left arm, grabbing my wrist and facing it towards Travis.

“Uhh, yeah what’s going-”

“That's right, it is. Funny how I knew that, isn’t it Tanner? Well, that’s because I bought it for her. So how about you get the hell out of here and if I ever catch you trying to flirt with my wife again I will put you six feet in the fucking dirt, do you understand me?”

My eyes damn near fell out of my fucking skull. I knew Travis was being polite, or flirting I guess, but I wasn’t going to let anything come of it, of course.

Travis looked like he was going to be sick. He scurried off, metaphorical tail tucked between his legs.

Harvey dropped my hand and reached around me to grab his freshly crafted drink.

“Okay, hotshot, what was that all about?”

“Do you remember that shit-show of a case that we fought a few months ago, the one that got reopened after four years?” I nodded. “Yeah, that was him. And that's the asshole who tried to have me disbarred.”

Holy shit. “Oh, fuck Harvey. I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t,” he smiled faintly. “There’s no other reason he’s here tonight other than to piss me off.”

“Don’t let it get to you,” I said, standing up and taking his face in my hands. “Would you like to passionately make out in front of all these people just to make Travis Tanner mad?”

“Yes, yes I would like that very much,” Harvey grinned, linking his arm around my wait and pressing me close before sending a shiver down my spine with the force of his lips on mine.

“That guy is an asshole,” I said, needing a moment to catch my breath. Surely that did the trick, Travis was nowhere in sight. “You shouldn’t trust anyone with two first names, it’s weird.”

Harvey bellowed out a laugh, nodding his head over his shoulder. I could tell he wanted to leave, but I wouldn’t let him slink off without saying proper goodbyes to everyone that was worth an explanation as to where we fled to.

Donna didn’t need to see us leave, because I had a text on my phone with a bunch of eggplant and peace emoji’s with an accompanying message that said ‘GONNA BE SOME GOOD D TONIGHT GIRL’. She must’ve seen the whole interaction between Travis, Harvey and I.

All I sent back was a winky face.

By the time we got off the elevator, Harvey couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Not that I wanted him to, but we hadn’t even made it outside before his tongue was sweeping inside my mouth.

We pressed to the front door while jammed in the key, effortlessly unlocking it like he had done it a thousand times before. We crashed through, and Harvey wasted no time pinning me to the door.

“Mmm Harvey,” I whined into his mouth.

“Yes, pretty girl?” God damn did I love when he calls me that. “What do you need?”

“You, just you,” I looked at him through my lashes, watching that evil smirk wash over his features. Nothing could have stopped his hand clamping around my throat, pulling me off the door and into the kitchen. He hoisted me up onto the island and began to strip.

Harvey tossed his jacket onto the counter behind him, the tie was next. He made it painfully slow, doing nothing to hide his intentions of making it agonizing for me. I rolled my eyes, hands finding the buttons on his vest, flinging it over my shoulder.

“Needy,” he gripped my chin, crushing his mouth with mine. For a few minutes, or hours, we drank each other in. Restless hands and desperate pleas of need. Silk wrapped around my wrists, tight and commanding. I looked down and saw his tie around them, knotted in a figure eight and yanked until it burned.

“Harvey-”

“You’re mine. All. Mine. No one else has the right to do so much as think otherwise.” My core rippled with heat, eyes lulling shut at his words. “Aww, you like hearing that, don’t you? That I get to see you like this? All tied up? Such a pretty girl, Yn. I bet you’re such a mess for me already.”

He grabbed the fabric around my wrists and pulled me off the counter, flipping me over and forcing me to bend over. Harvey fisted up the hem of my skirt, quite literally tearing my thong off my hips.

I went to yell at him, but his finger dragged between my legs, and my spine shivered. “Fuck, Harvey…”

“You are a mess for me,” I could hear the possession in his voice. “Mmm, and you taste so sweet, Yn.”

I heard his fly unzip, the clang of his belt following after. My toes barely touched the ground as my forearms pressed against my ribs. I tried to scramble up a little so my hips fit with the edge of the counter, but Harvey just gripped the back of my hair and pulled me up.

He clicked his tongue, “Oh Yn, such a pretty thing you are. And I am going to have my way with you, and you’re gonna scream my name for the whole city to hear.”

I clenched my thighs together, pressing my forehead against the cool surface, though it quickly warmed with my breathing and panting. I felt the tip of his cock press against me, and his hips slowly met mine.

He pushed me further onto the counter, thankfully letting go of my hair before he pulled out.

Harvey’s hands on my hips were brutal; bruising my skin, commanding, feverish as they roamed my ass and thighs. Clawing marks.

“God Yn…” he sighed out, thrusting all the way back in, pulling my hips all the way flush with his. “Fuck you are so warm. So perfect for my cock.”

“Please,” I begged, wiggling my ass to entice him further.

“Please what, pretty girl? Come one, use your words.”

I shuddered around him, and he laughed at me. A cruel, wicked laugh as he stuffed himself further.

“Harder, I want- need it harder.”

“That’s my girl,” Harvey landed his palm on my ass, undoubtedly turning it bright red as he did it again. With one snap of his hips, and I knew I was gonna be ripped apart.

I didn’t know that much about Travis Tanner, but judging by the way this was going, Harvey really fucking hated the guy. If Harvey had any other enemies, maybe I should let them all flirt with me if it has the chance of turning into this.

My chest rammed across the counter, my thighs and pelvic bone rocking into the side of the island. It hurt, fuck did it hurt, but it made it so much better. Harvey’s brutal pace had him panting and groaning, cursing under his breath while he fisted his hand back in my hair.

I craned up, back aching with the force of his unyielding grip. It was hard to breathe, in the most soul fluttering way possible. It was such a euphoric feeling to be under his complete control.

“Yeah, you love this, don’t you? Being completely at my mercy? Submitting to my every decision?”

“Yes Harvey,” I whimpered. Full on whimpered. “Fuck-”

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl, let it all out for me to hear.”

He threw my head down, hair swinging around my shoulders and falling in my face. I let my head go limp, moans pouring out of my mouth. His hips slammed into mine, brutal and ruthless. Every inch of my body was on fire, veins pumping blood widely through my limbs, making them tingle. My toes curled, knees knocking into the wood paneling over and over and over.

I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything, to get him to slow his pace. I writhed and cried out his name. I could hear it echo off the walls, and I knew our neighbors would be taping a complaint to our door by the morning.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum,” he threw his head back, hips stuttering as he held on to my waist. “Fuck, Yn you are so fucking messy for me. Gonna fill you up.”

I squirmed when his finger brushed against my clit, chills spreading all down my arms and back. I felt tears prick my eyes. I hadn’t even realized how close I actually was to my release, and it slammed into me without any hint of a warning.

“Yeah, that's it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock,” Harvey’s voice was like a sin. Pure, raw, unfiltered sin.

His fingers circled and circled around, lighting my body and dragging out the waves of pleasure that rolled through me.

Harvey let out a string of curses, and his hips stilled. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down onto him, hips ramming in once-twice-three-four times before he stilled. He bent over me, heaving for a breath against the middle of my back.

I called his name several times, unable to keep still. My hands were going numb from the bindings, and my knees and hips ached.

With a big inhale, Harvey lifted off my body. His hands trailed all the way down my back to my exposed ass, pulling it apart. “Well, would you look at that. So messy, full of me…”

My pussy clenched around him, and I felt his release slide down the inside of my thigh. His finger dragged his back up and speared it into my skin.

“That’s right, pretty girl, you’re all mine, aren’t you? Say it.”

“I’m yours Harvey, all yours,” I plead, wallowing in the feeling of pure bliss. His hands were much more gentle this time around when he lowered me back to the ground.

That mouth of his most certainly wasn’t. Harvey forced his tongue in, practically shoving it down my throat. I choked, and he grinned like the devil.

“Yeah, that’s right, Yn. You’re all mine. All fucking mine.”

I stared up at him in a starry daze. My head was foggy, and my legs were weak. “God do I love it when you get like this.”

Harvey’s hand caressed my cheek, thumb sweeping under my eye to where I’m sure my makeup was smudged.

“And god do I love it when you let me worship you, fucking you exactly like you deserve to be. No one else could ever fuck you as good as I can. Right, pretty girl?”

I grinned, equally as devilish as him, “Right, Harvey.”

~~~~~

Reader's dress

Harvey's suit

[hb-writes]

Another Time, Another Place

Summary: Harvey's wife (Reader) gets stuck while working on a case and she requires his assistance to get unstuck.

Prompt: “What? Isn’t this the book you wanted?”

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader/OFC (3rd person, she/ her)

Content Warning: Nothing much, really. Implied spice, but no explicit spice.

She pulled her gaze from her laptop, rubbing at her eyes as she glanced around the room after sending an email. Most of the partners—both the senior and junior designees—stayed far away from the law firm’s library. They had little need for the space, what with being granted their own resplendent offices, complete with the comforts of their own design—furniture and decor and views that reflected their status and clout at the firm…

So it was rare to find department heads there, excepting for the odd instances when they deigned to stretch their legs, drifting down to the library to follow up with an associate or paralegal assigned to their case in person rather than sending an email, but she had always liked the library. She often preferred its special brand of quiet, the near-silence imbued with the tense buzz of people working on their own time-sensitive assignments, almost like the parallel play of toddlers. Almost like they were all still students studying for exams and writing papers. 

The room was empty now though, the hour too late for even the most diligent of associates, the most hungry of them, but it had always reminded her of her days back in school…her days as a novice associate. Even now, she sometimes preferred the space to her own office the same way she’d once preferred the space to her little cubicle in the bullpen. Back when she was an associate, there had been no hour too late, no hour that she wouldn’t spend in the library with a pile of books and her mind wound tightly throughout the intricacies of a case, trying to craft a win for herself. For her mentor. For her clients. 

It wasn’t often these days that she needed to keep such late hours. And somewhere along the line, she’d become the one mentoring novice attorneys. She’d sent her own associate home hours ago, preferring to work through this particularly rough bit of research on her own. Once in a while, she liked that sort of challenge. Liked revisiting the grueling all nighters she’d once lived on a daily basis. 

And she could feel she was close now, the puzzle pieces in her mind’s eye nearly falling into place. Nearly…but there was something she was missing. Something blocked that she couldn’t quite work through. In a library containing thousands of volumes and a whole internet of answers, she just couldn’t find what she needed. 

Or, more likely, she couldn’t access it, her mind not making the right connections. 

She probably just needed to get some sleep, to look at things with a fresh mind, but that wasn’t in the cards tonight, not with an impending deadline. 

A short break would have to do. She just needed an influx of energy, a slight bit of distraction to pull her mind away from the issue just enough to give perspective. 

Pushing back from her laptop, she turned the volume on her wireless headphones up, letting the club hits she used to dance to during undergrad house parties soothe some part of her soul, almost as if the familiar beats unlocked something in her, loosening muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense. Not that it was a surprise. She’d been hunched over the table for hours, not even bothering to stop for dinner, taking only a few obligatory bites of the sushi Harvey had ordered for her while her eyes remained glued to her computer. 

She let her focus slip away now though, slipping off her heels and closing her eyes as she sang along to the song in her headphones. She imagined she was in another time, another place—far away from the library and the case, the music easily carrying her away. 

She started, eyes flying open as she danced into something solid, the scent of a familiar cologne tickling her senses as she stumbled. Harvey’s hand closed around her back, steadying her as she pulled her headphones off, letting them hang around her neck. 

Harvey smirked at the noise still blaring through the silent library from the headphones, a song he knew just as well as she did, the sound of it dredging up at least half a dozen memories—images of his own college days, images of the two of them on road trips, images of her cleaning the apartment, images of their wedding, images of a handful of other times he’d come across her in the firm’s library late at night…

“Hey fruitcake, what are you doing?” 

She rolled her eyes at the reference as she turned down the volume, allowing the memories and the music to fall away, her mind temporarily focused on finding the right retort, her mind gratefully sifting through Dirty Harry quotes rather than case law research.

Harvey watched her, letting the quiet stretch between them, some part of him gratified at the sight of her slightly disheveled appearance. Harvey liked something about the juxtaposition, of seeing her just slightly less put together than she usually was in the hallowed halls of their law firm, her blazer discarded on a chair, her shirt sleeves rolled, her feet bare, bright red toenails stark against the dark carpets. 

Not that he wasn’t used to seeing her like that. She was the type of girl who was almost always in sweats just minutes after arriving home. She’d actually been dressed that way when they first met, years and years ago in a different law library, in a different set of hallowed halls. 

Sometimes, especially times like this, it felt like it was just yesterday.

Harvey pulled his eyes back to her face to find her studying him, a certain eagerness lighting her eyes. His lips formed a fond smile again. 

“I thought you were hard at work down here?” he taunted, eyebrows raising.

“Well…” she started, leaning a bit of weight onto the arm that still lay snaked around her back, “for the past three-quarters of an hour, I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for you.” 

Harvey smirked. It was one of the things he loved about her: that she could go toe to toe with him with most things—movie references, the law, a few choice other things…

Nevermind the fact that she’d emailed him requesting his ‘assistance’ mere minutes ago…

Harvey gently massaged her lower back with the fingers he still had splayed there before shifting his arm away, abstaining from letting his hand drift down to the aforementioned ass, another thing he loved about her.

Her lips pursed at the sudden absence of Harvey’s touch and she pulled her arms up to fold over her chest.

“I brought that help you wanted.” 

She refrained from smiling as she read the title of the paperback he pushed into the space between them—Law for Dummies—even as he smirked, giddy as a school child. She had gifted the book to him upon his law school graduation, and it had occupied a shelf in his various cubicles and offices ever since. 

She doubted it had ever been much help, but it gave them a good laugh from time to time, something which was like a balm to the harshness of life sometimes, a healing salve for the seemingly chronic stress of their lives.

“Very clever, Harvey.” 

“What?” he asked, gaze drifting from her unimpressed face down to the black and yellow front cover. “Isn’t this the book you wanted?”

Harvey’s voice sounded so innocent—so sincere—that she almost laughed. Christ, he was good. If law hadn’t worked out, he could’ve given acting a shot. Comedy, maybe. 

“Did my email say anything about a book, Mr. Specter?” she asked, taking the tome from his hands and tossing it on a nearby table with a thump.

Harvey hummed. “Come to think of it, your email was a little…vague. Left a lot to the imagination.” 

“Mhmm…” She nodded. “The details of the specific type of assistance I require of you is something I suspect neither one of us would want in writing. Wouldn’t want it read aloud in a court of law…” Her eyes traveled Harvey’s face, clocking the light in his eyes and the tug of his smile. “Or by the IT department,” she added as an afterthought, the briefest bit of alarm washing over her features at the idea. 

“You think Benjamin is reading our email exchanges?” Harvey asked. “That’s kind of—”

She pushed at his chest before he could get the word out—kinky. 

“Harvey,” she groaned, not because she didn’t enjoy the childish side of him. She did. She loved it, actually, but she had asked him down here for a reason…

“Yes, Mrs. Specter?” 

To most of the world, both here at the office and in the eyes of the U.S. government, she went by her maiden name. She had kept her own name, both professionally and legally, for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which being that she was not a man’s property, not even if Harvey Specter was the man in question. But between the two of them, it still thrilled her when he called her that, made her feel so thoroughly his—and him so thoroughly hers—that her toes curled into the carpet, a movement that Harvey clocked as he stepped closer, one arm wrapping around her as he used the other to guide her face up to him with a hand under her chin.

“What specific type of assistance is it that you require of me?”

Whatever she asked for…whatever she needed…Harvey would readily give her the world if she wanted it. If it would make her happy. If she needed it. He’d do anything.

It was a truth they both knew. And it was reciprocal. She’d do the same for him.  

But all she wanted—all she needed—just now was him. 

This.

Well, this…and a way to win her case, but as she kissed her husband’s lips, allowing him to guide them both back towards the stacks, thoughts of the case fell away until all that existed in the world was two people alone in a library, each of them falling a bit further in love, as they had once done long ago in another time, another place.

[aesthetic-basicspam]

marriage of convenience is the best trope for marvey because it’s something different from the show but they can still be gay and do crimes

[cowboysandpilots]

Meetings and Morals (Marvey)

Warnings: Adult Language

Pairings: Harvey/Mike

Word Count: 2000

Hi, @fleuroqium here is your Marvey blurb. :) I’m so sorry this took me absolutely AGES. I really apologize, I hadn’t watched Suits in a hot minute, and I wanted to get back into it so I could write this the best I possibly could, but hey, this made it up to 2k words, so I hope it was worth the wait. ❤️

Nothing between Harvey and Mike had ever been ordinary. Even their first meeting was the strangest way they could have met. So, it stands to reason that the way romance started seeping into their partnership would be anything but ordinary and just like their first meeting, it was fast. It took Harvey only about 5 minutes to know he wanted to hire Mike, and it took him even less than that to know he was in love with him. 

The first time that Harvey noticed his feelings start to change for Mike was the moment that Mike finally decided to grow some balls and stand up to him. If it were anyone else, Harvey would've taken it as a sign of disrespect, but because it was Mike, he took it as a sign that the kid was actually listening to him and coming into his own as a lawyer that wouldn't back down. It made Harvey feel something he doesn't think he's ever felt before, butterflies. 

“You told me to fix my case; why don't you fix yours?” That's what Mike had said to him, and it had been playing over and over in Harvey’s brain for weeks. There was a bass to Mike’s voice that Harvey had never heard before, and it sent a chill up his spine.

The next time that Harvey felt those butterflies again was after a long and challenging case they had been working on. Neither of them had slept more than a couple of hours in days, and Harvey could tell that Mike was crashing. They were in Harvey’s town car, and to his credit, Mike was trying exceptionally hard to keep his eyes open. He was also leaning heavily against Harvey’s shoulder, not that Harvey minded. However, he did have to keep up appearances, so he kept shifting against Mike every few minutes, making him lift his body again, giving space between them. He couldn't let Mike think that things like this were okay, even if maybe he didn't mind it. 

“Now is not the time to sleep, rookie. You're a grown man; you should be able to wait until you get to that hole you call an apartment.” Harvey chuckles softly. 

“Leave me alone, Harvey,” Mike mumbles lowly. “I haven't slept in so long; I need this.”

Harvey couldn't get over how good Mike’s voice sounded when he was half asleep like this. As much as they had spent time together, Harvey doesn't think he’s ever heard it like this before. It was like Mike had all his walls down, he was wholly unguarded, and Harvey loved it. Mike always had walls up, considering everything that he was hiding. 

There was one more thing that Mike was hiding, something he hadn’t even told Harvey. Mike was gay. He was worried that it would change things between him and Harvey. Things had already changed between him and Trevor. He thought that Trevor was someone he could trust. They were best friends. However, when he told Trevor about his sexual orientation, Trevor had started to close himself off from Mike. It started off with little things like not inviting him to the parties that he threw. Then, he started spending more and more time over at his girlfriend, Jenny’s, house. It didn’t seem that weird at the time; Trevor was in love with Jenny; of course, he would want to spend as much time as he could with her. It made sense; however, Jenny let him know; a few weeks later, she had told him that Trevor had only started staying with her so much because he was uncomfortable around him. Mike didn't understand it at first; they were best friends. Nothing had changed between them except… Mike had come out to him. Fuck.

Mike knows that Harvey is no Trevor. In fact, he’s exponentially better than Trevor, but that doesn’t mean coming out won’t have the same outcome. Harvey had never given Mike any reason to think that he wouldn't be okay with it, but he had never given him a reason to believe that he would be either. Mike could've gone to Donna for that kind of information, but he had no guarantee that the act of him asking the questions wouldn't get back to Harvey, and that was the last thing he needed. He couldn't tell anyone. Other than his Grandma, of course. 

It doesn't take long for them to get back to Mike’s apartment, but he wishes he didn't have to leave Harvey, wants to invite him up, wishes he could, but he won’t. It would be inappropriate, and Mike just has to keep reminding himself of that. He opens up his door and gives Harvey a nonchalant goodbye before heading up to his apartment, his empty apartment. “Doesn't matter,” he tells himself; he’ll see Harvey tomorrow anyway.

Harvey had Ray drive him back to his apartment; as soon as he knows, Mike made it safely into the door. It’s a bad neighbourhood; you can never be too careful, right? When he finally makes it back to his apartment, he does nothing except get his suit off and climb into bed. He barely has time to think about anything before he’s drifting off.

It felt like only two seconds before Mike's alarm was going off again. In reality, it was at least four hours, only half of what the body actually needs, but not bad for two high-profile lawyers. He drags himself into the shower and leaves his slept-in suit strewn all over the bathroom floor. Once out of the shower, Mike picks out a new suit and decides that the one good thing he did while in the middle of the fallout with Trevor was take all of his fancy suits. He gets it on as quickly as he can and peddles through the city, narrowly missing a few cars on the busy streets before he gets to Pearson Hardman. When he makes his way to Donna’s desk because he still needs permission to enter Harvey’s office even after all they’ve been through, he notices that Harvey is nowhere to be seen. “What? I made it here before Harvey?” He grins, but Donna doesn’t even look up. 

“Wrong.” She answers immediately, making Mike’s grin disappear. “Harvey is in a meeting with Jessica this morning.”

That makes Mike’s eyebrows crease together, and it takes him a moment to talk again. “He didn’t tell me about that.”

“I forgot; you’re in charge of Harvey’s schedule. Oh no, wait, that’s me.” Donna finally looks up to smirk cheekily at Mike. 

Mike can’t think of what to say to that because she is right, and her smirk scares him, so he figures he’ll just come back when he catches a glimpse of Harvey.

***

When Harvey got to work this morning, he didn’t expect to be called into Jessica’s office, and he had half a mind to tear Donna a new one for forgetting to tell him about this. His faith in her was restored when Jessica made it known that this was a more impromptu thing. She offers him a seat which makes him uneasy, her smile, even more. 

“So, you’re in love with Mike.” She starts, just dropping that bomb right away. 

Harvey is taken aback, but he keeps his face neutral; being a lawyer has helped with that. “What makes you say that?”

Jessica only gives a humourless chuckle and shakes her head. “I’m not an idiot, Harvey, don’t treat me like one.” She offers no other explanation, but Harvey has known her long enough to know that he can’t charm his way out of this one, and if she’s asking, it’s because she already knows and has the evidence to back it up. “I was here late last night. I saw you give him a ride home, and I saw the way you looked at him when he was getting into your town car and not looking back. 

There’s the evidence. 

Harvey opens his mouth, about to plead his case, when Jessica holds up her hand and cuts him off. “But!” She starts. “I also saw how he looked at you while you were talking to Ray.” For the first time, she cracks a smile. 

This time, Harvey doesn’t hold back his surprise. “He did? How?” He knows he’s giving Jessica far too much leverage right now, but he was caught off guard. 

Jessica’s smile doesn’t leave, but it doesn’t get any bigger. This is a business meeting, after all, and the walls are made of glass, and she doesn’t answer him. “I’m not one to encourage workplace relationships. In fact, I think I actively discourage it, and I feel you have already put us in the fire with everything else you’ve done when it comes to the kid.” She levels him with a look, and once again, Harvey opens his mouth to defend himself. “I also know…” Jessica cuts in. “That telling you not to do something will only make you want to do it more, so I say, tell the kid how you feel.”

Harvey, whose mouth has been open through that entire speech, only now closes it and stands up. He wants to get out of here before Jessica changes her mind, so he gives her a nod and a “Thank you” before he rebuttons his suit jacket and makes his way back to his office, but not before stopping off at Mike’s cubicle. “My office. Now.”

Mike knows that tone; either he’s done something wrong, or the firm is in trouble, and it’s up to him and Harvey to save it. Neither of which he really wants to be on the hook for when his head isn’t into it 100%. He straightens up and quickly follows Harvey into his office. “What’s going on? What did Jessica want? Was it bad? It was bad, right?” He rambles, nervous. 

At this moment, listening to Mike ramble and freak out, he wonders why he even likes the younger man. He really causes nothing but trouble, though it is very endearing. He lets Mike pace back and forth for a few more minutes while Harvey just sits at his desk and smiles at him. That’s what gives him away. 

Mike stops, turning to Harvey for answers when he’s finally stopped talking, but all he’s met with is the dopey smile that confuses him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

God, Harvey hopes he isn’t wrong about this, that Jessica didn’t read too much into a look and steer him in the wrong direction. “This isn’t about Jessica; this is about you.” Arguably not a good way to start this conversation because the horrified look is back on Mike’s face, and Harvey has regrets. 

“Oh god, someone found out I didn’t go to Harvard, didn’t they?” He breathes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Who was it? Am I gonna go to jail?” Mike is spiralling again. 

“No, no. Relax, Rookie. Nothing like that. This isn’t even about work or Jessica.” It was kind of about Jessica, but Mike didn’t need to know that. 

Mike’s face melded from horrified to shocked and confused. “You called me in here like that to talk to me about something not work-related?” He frowns. 

“Yeah, I have a reservation at Per Se tomorrow night. I’ve had this reservation for months, so don’t be late. Harvey is sure he’ll have to buy Donna a new, ridiculously expensive handbag for the inconvenience of an uninvitation, but he’s sure she’ll understand in the name of love. “And Mike?” He says, just before he kicks the man out. “It’s a five-star restaurant, so find a better tie, okay?” If Harvey is going to confess any sort of feelings, especially romantic ones, he’s going to do it in style, even if everything will make Mike roll his eyes. 

[snowviolettwhite]

Several Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the lovely @anewkindofme

The re-worked chapter one of "he is a liability so hard to please but, he’s a forest fire" The re-worked chapter is up.

Life seems good for Harvey Specter. He is a name partner at his law firm. Donna Paulsen is back to being his best friend and secretary. Mike Ross is getting out of prison. Pearson Specter Litt is getting back on their feet.

However, Harvey has a secret only his friend of twelve years, Donna and ex-girlfriend Dana "Scottie" Scott know. He is an omega pretending to be an alpha since working in the mail-room by taking illegal suppressants and scent blockers. Suppressing his true natural and side effects of the drugs start catching up with him.

It is a lovely day in the city of New York. The seasons are changing from autumn to winter.

The often-brooding tough guy Harvey Reginald Specter is happy and smiling and high-fiving. He is actually a massive dork under that exterior, only a few people get to see this part of him.  Harvey has taken up the persona of the charming alpha male lawyer, at least he is very good at pretending he is. It helps that he is fantastic at his job and winning cases.

[queenofshenanigans]

So like 10 million others I've binged Suits over the last few weeks. And now I'm going through fic. Most of it is great, and I'm enjoying the hell out of stuff set in the early seasons, but I'd really love some set in the later seasons (6 onward) that is long and meaty and explores Harvey and Mike more as equals with less of the power imbalance than earlier seasons have. Harvey/Mike is great, but I also love the canon couples or polycule. Other pairings are fine too. If anyone has recs or a direction to point, that would be awesome. In the meantime, back to AO3 😎

[miss-celestia13]

Who do you call when it’s late at night?

Everything went still: her flickering heart, her roaring blood deafening her to all else, and the cycling thoughts that usually haunted her vanished as she shoved the door open, backing away from him as she was done chasing. Done waiting for him. It was time for him to take her. She felt his stare like a physical touch as it roamed over her, and her nipples peaked through her scanty sleepwear, a fact he did not miss.

Harvey strode right for her.

Hardman is gone but Donna isn’t there to celebrate their victory. Harvey hurries to fix that, embracing what he’s always known to be true, and Donnas patience is rewarded.

[happy74827]

Christmas War

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: In what started as a harmless joke, turned into a full obliteration. And it’s all thanks to Harvey.

WC: 2893

Category: Mega Fluff

Since it’s now officially December, I thought I would start the holidays off right with a fluffy Harvey fic. Enjoy.

『••✎••』

Harvey was many things: A partner, a best friend, a family member...But none of those things mattered as much as you did at this moment. You practically glowed like an angel as you slept soundly in his bed, his white button-up shirt laying over your bare chest like a blanket, protecting you from the slight chill that lingered in the apartment.

He felt a little bad, just slightly, for what he was about to do, but the idea was too embedded in his mind now for him to stop. So, he slowly lifted a hand to your arm, gently shaking you awake.

"Mmmm..." you groaned quietly, the sound soft and angelic. It sent a wave of heat through him that he wasn't sure he could handle, but he was determined to see it through.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," He said a little louder, and you finally blinked your eyes open. They were a little cloudy as you looked around in a daze, your mouth slack as you yawned.

"Morning..." You mumbled, blinking as Harvey's shirt slid down your chest a bit more. It took you a moment to register Harvey hovering over you in the dimly lit room, but as soon as you did, you sat up and quickly pulled the shirt through your arms, wearing it like you were supposed to.

That’s when you noticed the small tray in his hands. He had a plate of eggs and toast, some coffee and orange juice, as well as a large bouquet of amaryllis.

"What’s all this?" You asked as you tried to compose yourself. Harvey sat down on the bed next to you, placing the tray between you.

"I made you breakfast." He said simply, smiling a little at you.

"Yeah... I can see that. But why?" You asked, looking between him and the tray. "It's not even 7 o'clock, and I'm sure you haven't even been awake that long..." You glanced at the coffee. "Or had enough coffee to be up before me."

Harvey chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, I figured since you’re big on that Christmas stuff, you deserved to have breakfast in bed, with flowers, just like the movies," he smiled and shrugged, "I thought it would be romantic, but if you don't think so... I’ll just..."

“No, no, I like it, I love it... Give it to me." You laughed a little, taking the tray from Harvey.

You picked up the flowers and brought them to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent. Harvey was always doing things like this for you, whether it be helping you with your writing or just spending a quiet night in with a book and some tea. You never felt more at home than when you were with Harvey, and he was always so kind and gentle to you, so it wasn't exactly surprising that he'd be a romantic at heart.

“Oh, Harvey, you shouldn't have..." you smiled at him as you set the flowers down, taking up your toast and a slice of egg.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to," he grinned a bit, "I like making you smile."

You chuckled a little, chewing on your food.

"That's good to hear," you said with your mouth full, "Because I like it when you do."

He gave you a soft smile, and your heart fluttered as he ran a hand through your hair. Soft, gentle fingers as he brushed your bangs aside.

"Good..." He whispered.

You placed your hand on top of his as he brought it down to your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him back. He pulled back to look at you, his brown eyes glowing as they stared into your own.

"Make sure to have a taste of that coffee while it's hot," he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, "I made it just how you like it."

Your cheeks were rosy, and your heart was racing. You giggled a little and looked up at him through your lashes, opening your mouth to say something.

But he just shoved the coffee into your hand, taking your fork from you to cut up your eggs for you.

"And have some of this, too," he said as he cut up a piece of toast, "You’re going to need this after that…”

“After what?”

The question seemed so far off, but it was answered when you decided to finally take a sip of the coffee he made you.

You spat it out into the mug, coughing a little as it burned your throat. You wheezed as Harvey patted your back, laughing at you a little.

"What's wrong?!" He asked, sounding concerned, but you knew he wasn’t. He had that mischievous glint in his eye that meant he was up to no good.

You shoved the cup at him, scowling as he took it from your hands.

"I can't believe you..." you coughed, "I thought you were being serious."

Harvey's smile only grew as he sipped his coffee, humming to himself.

"Oh, I am," he said as he leaned down, kissing your cheek, "I think you’re just being a bit… salty."

You groaned in annoyance and tried to get up, but Harvey caught your arms in his hands, pinning you back down in place.

"Salt? Why would you—"

"Because you're always so sweet with your words... I thought it would be nice if you had a taste of what you put out… down there," he smirked, and you couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Harvey! That is so gross," you whined as you covered your face with your hands.

"Mm, yeah, but it's hot."

"Oh, my God..."

He laughed again as he pulled you close to him, and you sighed. You knew he wasn't going to let you leave the bed, so you just gave in to him, snuggling closer as you watched him take another sip of his coffee, the non-tainted one.

The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and the scent of his cologne surrounded you, and you felt at ease with him. He always smelt so good.

Your eyes traveled down his torso, stopping at the bottom of his shirt. You traced the outline of his waistband with your eyes, wanting to move further down, but you stopped yourself.

"You know what, this is war.”

He grinned and sat back, leaning against the headboard.

"Is that so?" He asked, holding out your cup for you to take. "I hope you're prepared to lose, then."

You smacked it away, causing him to laugh at you again, but you held determination in your eyes. You took a moment to compose yourself before you crawled over him, placing a kiss on his lips.

"You underestimate me," you whispered against his mouth, "You haven't seen what I'm capable of..."

"Oh yeah?" he grinned, "Then I guess I should take you down now while I can."

He wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him again, parting your lips as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. You gasped softly when he pulled you closer; your bodies pressed together as you fell into the mattress, Harvey's body on top of you. The tray was long forgotten as he broke away from your mouth to kiss down your neck and chest, his hands running under the shirt he let you borrow.

You didn’t forget about the salt incident when that morning came to pass, though. The thought of revenge was engrained in the back of your mind that entire week, attempting to come up with the perfect plan—the perfect revenge. You had an idea, but you definitely needed help, so you called the two people who you knew would take every opportunity to ruin Harvey's life if they could...

And then the day came, the day just before Christmas Eve. Harvey, as usual, strolled into the firm, not a care in the world. At least, not until he came upon his office.

“What the hell is…? Donna? What is this?!" Harvey was standing in the doorway of his office, looking at his desk.

The once clean, neat desk was now covered in complete decorations, lights, tinsel, and a bright red bow on his computer. Not to mention how the desk was wrapped in several rolls of shiny, green gift wrap paper.

"A Christmas gift, obviously," Donna said, not even bothering to look up from her paperwork.

He walked inside, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his desk. It was everything. The walls were decorated with wrapping paper, some of the framed pictures on the wall had been taken out of their frames, placed into small red boxes and set on top of the filing cabinet. God, even his signed basketballs.

"Donna, what the hell is all this?!" He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I told you. A Christmas gift." She replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Why?! When did you even—"

“Look at the ceiling; that’s my favorite part. The lights are so pretty!"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes wide. It wasn't just tinsel, lights, and wrapping paper.

It was Louis. Everywhere.

Louis’ face covered every inch of the ceiling. His mouth open in a smile with a Santa hat that was photoshopped on his head. It was the worst thing he could think of, and yet, somehow, it was the most impressive thing at the same time. It was a conundrum.

“That one was my idea.” Mike came in with his own grin on his face, taking a bite out of a donut, the red frosting dripping off the side as he held it in his hand.

"…You’re in on this? I can't believe you two..." Harvey dropped his bag to the floor, falling into his chair and just staring at the decorations.

"You do realize what this is, right?" Mike asked, looking up at the ceiling with humor in his eyes.

"This is me being punished,” Harvey sighed. He looked to the door, expecting you to pop out at any minute, but you never did.

Donna smirked a little and looked over at him, "It’s not over yet."

"I have a feeling I'm about to find that out," Harvey mumbled under his breath as she walked out.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey!" Donna called as she left his office, and he could only roll his eyes.

The day passed slowly, and Harvey couldn't take his eyes off Louis, who was smiling down on him all day, even if he was so far away. Every time he tried to do his paperwork, read, or work on a case, Louis' face was just there, staring at him. It was both horrifying and brilliant.

And yet, somehow, he kept going until it was just after 9. He was finishing up his work for the day, just as he normally would. He was almost done, in fact, but he heard the familiar click of Donna's heels coming up to his door. He didn't even have to look up at her to know she had you with her; he could practically hear the giggles.

"Come in," he sighed.

Donna opened the door, holding it open for you to walk in first, and then she shut it behind her, leaving you in the room alone with him.

You were wearing a long, black winter coat that was too large for your small frame, but it looked good on you nonetheless. Your hands were hidden in your pockets as you looked up at him, smiling and biting your lip.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey." You said sweetly, walking over to his desk.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, taking a look at the clock on his wall. It was also wrapped in your Christmas paper, but this one had snowflakes on it.

“How’d you get Jessica to allow this? She’s usually so strict on this stuff."

You laughed quietly and shrugged your shoulders.

"She liked it. She thought it was a good idea," you bit your lip a little, "It was pretty easy, actually."

"You mean you begged her until she agreed to do this to me?" He smirked.

"That's right. But it was worth it, wasn't it?" You smiled, reaching into your coat pocket. You pulled out a small box of wrapping paper with shiny green bows on it.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at it.

"I don't know, but I bet it's pretty amazing," you grinned, placing it down on the desk in front of him. “Guess you have to open it and find out."

Harvey slowly leaned forward, taking the box in his hands. He had a feeling he knew what it was before he even unwrapped it, and he could only sigh.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he figured—a small bag of the finest Epstein salt, just for him.

"So, what'd you think?" You asked with a proud grin, and he smiled up at you.

"I think this is the most elaborate, disgusting, amazing thing I've ever seen in my life."

“Just wait til you see the apartment. It's a Christmas wonderland," you laughed as you watched Harvey’s face turn into complete horror.

That face of horror returned the second he unlocked the keys to his apartment. You had taken him there to show him what you did before your dinner reservations, and you knew what was coming.

He opened the door, and you weren't lying. You had decorated every inch of the apartment, using decorations he wouldn't have expected, but you were so thorough that it was like every room had its own theme.

The living room, kitchen, bathroom, and even his bedroom had its own theme of Christmas decorations, and Harvey's jaw nearly hit the floor. You were able to get Mike during the day when he went to see Rachel, and he did the ceilings and walls while you went around all the furniture.

It looked like you were on a Christmas vacation, in fact. There was so much to take in, so much to see, so Harvey walked around in shock, not even bothering to remove his coat or shoes before he did.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, "Oh, my God..."

"Yeah, I know," you giggled as he walked to the kitchen, taking a look in. "We ran out of Louis pictures, though, so it's not as perfect as I wanted it.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, smiling a little as you bit your lip, looking a little bashful.

"All this because of some salty coffee?"

"What can I say, Harvey?" You asked, walking up behind him. "I just can't let something like that go without retaliation."

He turned around to face you, and you had your arms already stretched out, ready to hug him, but he decided to chase you instead.

And once he had you, he wouldn't let you go. His arms were wrapped around you, your face pressed against his chest as he kissed the top of your head, holding you tight.

"I hate you," he whispered into your hair, and you looked up at him.

“I love you too.” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, though, you had one final surprise that would knock him off his feet.

That night, you were cuddled up in bed with a book, waiting for Harvey to get out of the shower. Once he did and headed towards his side of the bed, you sat up and smiled. The book went out of your hands in a heartbeat.

He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp as he went over to his drawer to pull out some pajamas. You watched him quietly, waiting patiently.

"Can you grab me the bottoms on your side of the drawer?" He asked, pulling out his top drawer. His face was quick to turn into a look of confusion as he opened it. "What the—"

You sat up and walked over to him, pressing your finger to his lips as you watched his eyes look down.

His top drawer that consisted his underwear was now completely covered in the Christmas spirit. Every single pair that was in there was wrapped in green, silver, and gold. And to top it all off, that was where all the remaining Louis pictures were hidden.

“You just got Litt up.” You said with a smirk.

His palm pressed against his face as he groaned into it. He was most definitely disappointed in you, but you knew deep down that he was more proud than anything.

"You're evil," he scoffed, turning and lowering his head to look at you, and that look told you everything you needed to know. "but damn are you good.”

"Told you I would win." You chuckled and leaned up, kissing his cheek. “Guess you’ll have to try your luck next year.”

Harvey might always win in the world of law, but in his heart, he knew you always would be the winner when it came to the two of you.

And that was a loss Harvey could live with.

[harveysweakness]

If it’s possible could you possibly write something where reader and Harvey have been secretly married to each other for a few years the law firm doesn’t know since reader practices under her maiden name, anyway the firm finds out and tells them that they don’t need to hide anything. (Maybe they thought the firm would fire them or something?) idk up to you!

Thank you for taking my request!

A/N: Italics are in the past! I absolutely love this request! Thank you so much for requesting, I had a blast writing it! Let me know your thoughts!

"Mrs. Specter," your husband whispered into your ear, pressing his lips briefly to your temple. "I will see you in thirty minutes."

"Mr. Specter," you replied, leaning into his touch, "My driver is faster than yours, so I will see you in twenty."

He chuckled, the feeling of it rumbling through his chest against your back. "I like those odds."

He left, the fluttery feeling in your chest once again taking you back to the first time you met Harvey.

"And this is our newest senior partner, Y/F/N Y/L/N," Jessica introduced Harvey to you. "Y/N, this is Harvey Specter."

"You can call me Harvey," the man replied, holding his hand out to you.

"You can call me Ms. L/N," you smiled, shaking his hand. Jessica smiled.

"And that is why I hired her."

Harvey smirked, but his eyes didn't leave your face. And though you kept his gaze, the fluttering in your chest made you want to run.

-------

By the time you'd made it to the building, Harvey had already been there thirty minutes. He caught up to you quietly in the hallway.

"What happened to twenty minutes?" he asked, trying and failing to conceal the smirk on his face as the two of you walked briskly towards your office.

"Traffic," you simply shrugged.

"I think it was actually that you still hadn't done your hair when I left."

"Shut up," you muttered, both of your eyes falling to the approaching junior partner.

"Mike," you greeted warmly, "how's that case for Robinson coming along?"

"I've got my first year associate working on it, so good."

"See, now you know why I treated you the way I did all those years," Harvey responded.

"You made me work three times the amount of hours I'm having mine work," Mike retorted.

"What are you going to do, labor laws have changed," Harvey shrugged, glancing at you.

"Don't look at me, I was always nice to my first years."

"It's true, she was the nicest," the newest junior partner agreed.

"Thank you, Mike. I will see you and Mr. Specter later at the meeting."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Harvey," your husband called after you.

-----

You weren't quite sure when you'd started letting him call you by your first name, but it probably had to do with the all-nighters you'd started pulling together when the firm was being sued for fraud.

"I can't find anything," you sighed, frustrated. You held your head in your hands, rubbing your temples from the exhaustion headache.

"Me either," Harvey replied, throwing down his recent stack of papers on his desk.

"What are we going to do, Harvey?" you asked softly, scared for the firm.

"I don't know, Ms. Y/L/N."

"You can call me Y/F/N, Harvey. I think we've known each other long enough."

"Does this mean we're becoming friends?" he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh too.

"Something like that."

-----

"They know," you announced, shutting the door to Harvey's office behind you.

"What do you mean they know? It's been five years, they don't know."

"They know," you repeated.

"They don't know."

"Harvey," you deadpanned.

"Sweetheart."

"Harvey, you ought to listen to your wife," you said, crossing your arms across your chest and jutting your hip out. His eyes followed the curve of your body, focusing on your hip.

"You're right, I should."

"Not the time. I heard Jessica telling the other partners, junior and senior, that she needed to hold a meeting with everyone because of something going on with two partners. Everyone was there but us."

"Because we're busy and the best in the firm," he shrugged.

"Harvey."

"Sweetheart."

"Jessica then said, and I quote 'best-kept secret relationship the firm has ever seen."

"Okay, so she knows," your husband nodded. You hummed in agreement.

"So what? She's not going to fire us," he noted.

"So why is this a partner meeting?" you questioned.

"That I don't know, but I'll find out."

You nodded, turning on your heels to get back to your office, not missing Harvey's famous call for Donna to tell him what was going on.

-----

Not even an hour later Jessica knocked on your door.

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a last minute partner meeting?"

"Of course," you replied, hoping your nerves weren't showing through your voice.

"It will only take a few moments. We just need to pick up Harvey on the way."

Stopping at Harvey's office, you waited while Jessica repeated the same words to him before leading you towards the conference room. The two of you shared a look, feeling a bit on edge. While you were more the one to feel your nerves, Harvey typically put himself more on the offensive when danger seemed possible.

"Why now, at this hour on a Tuesday?" he asked the managing partner.

"It seemed like the right time," Jessica replied simply.

"Well it doesn't feel right to me," Harvey retorted. "I had plans this afternoon."

"I'm sure you did. Y/N, didn't you also have to cancel plans? Didn't you ask for this afternoon off about a month ago?"

If you weren't sweating before, you certainly were now. Even your husband looked a tad nervous. Neither of you had time to dwell any further as you took your seats.

"There seems to be a congratulations in order," Jessica began. "One that was due five years ago."

You paled, staring straight at her. You didn't dare sneak a look at Harvey.

"It's impressive, really, keeping a secret such as this for so long. It's not a simple task to hide a marriage."

There were murmurs and whispers heard around the room. Harvey's hand briefly found your knee below the table and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Would the couple like to reveal themselves? Or should I?" Jessica asked.

"Y/N and I have an announcement," the man next to you spoke up.

There were several surprised gasps around the room, causing your cheeks to burn.

"You're married!?" Mike exclaimed, seemingly unable to help himself.

"Have been for five years, three months, and four days," your husband responded smoothly. Mike looked like he might stop breathing.

"And they have been the happiest days of my life," Harvey continued. "And I regret nothing."

"Can I ask why?" Jessica questioned softly, her eyes on you.

"We never wanted to put the firm in danger, in a different light," you answered. "If people knew- clients, other firms- we didn't want to risk changing the reputation of the firm."

Jessica gave an almost apologetic smile, knowing what you said had truth.

"Cats out of the bag now. I guess screw the firms reputation," Louis muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Louis-" Harvey began.

"The firm will be just fine," Jessica interrupted. "And I did mean congratulations really were in order." Her secretary seemed to hear everything, for several bottles of champagne were brought in with glasses for everyone.

"To Harvey and Y/N, may you have a lifetime of continued happiness together."

You looked at Harvey, clinking your champagne glasses together with smiles on your faces.

"Screw it," you heard him mutter, before quickly pressing his lips to yours.

[artists-ally]

I think Harvey would be thw type of person who makes love specially when he’s feeling sad. Like he needs comfort and to be as close to his s/o as possible, fingers intertwined and all that nice shit. How do you think reader would comfort him after he had a discussion with someone of his family?

{Oh, My Human Heart} Harvey Specter x Reader

So my mind went to [SEASON 8 EPISODE 5 SPOILER WARNING] where Harvey went up to Boston to defend his brother against his wife's divorce. That shit crushed my soul man, so this is based on that! Enjoy!! Title is a lyric from this song.

Word Count: 3,191

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, smut, Season 8 Episode 5 Spoilers

Summary: When Harvey returned home from visiting his brother unexpectedly, there is an obvious weight to his shoulders as he slumps inside. And it’s your mission to find out what it is and wipe it from his memory.

Tagging: @kjbg-fantasymoon (your request is next babes <3)

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The door slammed. Hard. Concerningly hard. 

“Harvey?” You shouted out into the kitchen, taking off the towel from your shoulder and set it on the counter. No one responded. Worry coursed through you, and you grabbed the knife from the cutting board. Just in case. 

Your husband rounded the corner and you jumped, but let the fear drain from your held breath and set the knife down. “Jesus Harvy, you could’ve… hey, what are you doing back here?”

Harvey looked indecipherably pissed. He had hard creases in his face and his lips pressed in that flat line that meant someone was about to see that side of him that meant he was gonna raise hell. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he let his hands fall to his sides. 

“Okay, okay come sit, love,” You reached for him and guided him to the island. “Do you want to talk about it? A distraction? To be left the hell alone?”

That communication strategy had worked wonders when Harvey came home from a lethal case. All the details you knew about this one involved his brother and a divorce from his wife. It had already shattered Harvey’s heart to hear they were splitting up, but this was… this was rage. Raw fury. 

“I am going to open my mouth and let the floodgates go with it, and I just need you to try and make sense of it. Because for reasons only known by Jesus-fucking-Christ himself can this be possible.”

You just nodded, letting Harvey take some deep breaths. You noticed his hands were shaking. He was shaking. What the fuck happened in Boston?

“Marcus called me up there to represent him for his divorce,” Harvey started, thumbs in his eyes. “He told me that it was because she had an affair. I was ready to go kick down her door and take their kids away myself. Turns out, he lied to me. She was divorcing him because he started gambling again and he told Haley not to tell Katie.”

Your blood ran cold, all remorse leaving your body for Marcus. How could he fucking do that? 

“So, tell me this Yn. Why would my own god damn brother, who I spent my money on to build him a dream restaurant, lie to my fucking face? Not once. Not twice. Four times. Four opportunities he had to tell me and he waited till the last fucking second. I-I can’t even begin to describe how sick it makes me feel to have Haley be put in that position.”

“It is wildly unfair for her, and for their son,” you felt awful for them. They were the sweetest kids and didn’t deserve to have that weight on their shoulders. 

“I mean, was he not apart of the fucking family when mom did that to me? Did he suddenly just show up on our doorstep one night looking for a place to sleep like a stray cat? No, he didn’t. He’s my fucking brother. He was there when mom did it to me. And he saw what it did to our family. What it did to me. He was the one trying to fix our fucking fucked up family. To piece it together after the fall out and he expects me to do the same when he did the one thing worse than practically fucking cheating on her.”

“Harvey I think that's a little-”

“Now he’s destroying his own life. No, not even destroying, destroyed. He has ruined all chances of working things out between him and Katie and honestly, I can’t be fucking bothered to watch it crumble to the ground. And the worst part of it is he had the audacity to ask me to win this case. He doesn’t deserve to win let alone ask me. What a selfish, lying son of a bitch-”

“Harvey,” you placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking away. He had been moving around animatedly, now up out of his seat and waving around. “Take a deep breath. Please.”

He did.

“Good,” You smiled softly. 

He took another. And another. “Sorry… just- sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You came and stood in front of him, hands flat on his chest. “Let’s go and get you changed and we can keep talking through it. If you’d like.”

Though Harvey’s eyes were harsh, that anger wasn’t directed at you. You’ve dealt with him like this on more than one occasion, and you’ve learned to recognize the difference. He didn’t dare look at you the way he is now.

After taking his hand and leading him up stairs, you took your time undressing him so he could be more comfortable. Once upon a time he had told you that the feeling of your hands on him could make him forget anything and everything. It was only in your best interest to do that for him now. To calm him so he could see the full picture.

Starting with his tie, you walked to the closet and hung it up in the empty space from where you picked it out this morning. Much the same with the jacket, tossing his still crisp white-shirt in the laundry. He handed you his belt and shoes, and while you put them away, he took off his dress pants and put on sweats by the time you came back. 

“Better?” You asked, placing his hands across your middle. 

He smiled, “Better.” 

Harvey was still sitting, but he rested his forehead against your stomach, just breathing. With calm hands you massaged his scalp and neck, his shoulders and arms. It was important to give Harvey his space at times like this, letting him speak when he wanted. Otherwise he’d just get defensive and shut down. That was not beneficial to either of you.

“I’m so fucking mad at Marcus, Yn.”

“I know, my love. I know,” You spoke softly, kissing the top of his head. “So am I.”

“I just don’t understand how he could do that after what mom did to me. I thought- I thought we were brothers again.” 

His voice cracked, and you could feel the first tear drops soak through your shirt and cool your skin. Your stomach clenched and dropped. You know Harvey and Marcus have been rocky for decades, but since he forgave his mom and started rebuilding their relationship, things naturally got better with Marcus. 

So much for all that hard work. And you had been so proud of him for taking those steps. And you knew the toll it took on him. Now it was all back at square one. 

“I am so sorry, Harvey.”

“What the fuck do I do?”

You paused for a long while. “I don’t know.”

When he looked up at you, eyes all red and bleary, you wanted to fly to Boston and smack Marcus yourself for putting Harvey right back where he was when he was sixteen. He may not have been the one asked to keep a secret this time, but he knows what it’s like to be in that situation. To feel so pinned and powerless. The looming decision of whether he should betray his mom or dad, a constant threat, and either outcome will ruin the family. 

“Are you up for listening to my ideas or do you still need to get things off your chest?” All you got was a shrug and a few spilled tears. “Okay, there’s no rush.”

“I just don’t know what to do, Yn. I have no fucking clue what I’m supposed to do. I want to beat him into the dirt the most. I want to hold Haley and tell her that none of this was ever her fault and she is not the one to blame. Goddamn do I want to hug Haley right now…”

You had to close your eyes. You didn’t want to see Harvey in this position, especially because you knew what this did to him. It stirred up all those memories and emotions from decades ago. Now they were all at the surface, controlling every one of his thoughts. And there isn’t a whole lot that you can do to get them to stop.

“I think you’re angry.”

“You’re goddamn right I’m angry,” Harvey huffed, making you let out a weak chuckle. 

“And I also think that I know you when you’re angry. And that you don’t think clearly when you are. So, how about we distract you for a while and then we get some sleep. Then, maybe in the morning, we lay it all out again and go over what we know. Look at all the facts and whatnot. Because, despite your very much warranted anger towards Marcus, he is still your brother. And family means more than anything to you, Harvey. I can’t let you spend the next thirty years in regret for not trying. You owe that to yourself. Not anyone else.”

“I don’t even know where to start with all this bullshit.”

“That’s where I come in,” You smiled, sitting in his lap with one leg on each side of his. “Look Harvey, you have every single right to be upset. I am pissed at Marcus for doing that to Haley. But I will not let this drive another cavern between you and him. The two of you have been through enough. He fucked up, and he knows it because you’re Harvey goddamn Specter and you told him he did. But you forgave him once. And you forgave your mom. It is worth a shot to hear him out, and I’m not saying it has to be right away either. Just eventually.”

Harvey’s brown eyes darted around your face, that tight line still on his lips. When you tilted your head and batted your lashes, he sighed out, nodding. “Okay, okay fine you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” your smile made him finally unclench the space between his brows. “It’s because I’m really good at knowing who you are, and knowing how to approach a situation. You’re good at being a kick-ass lawyer and I’m good at taming that kick-ass lawyer.” “You love it when I let that animal out of the cage,” he smirked, hands stroking down your thighs. 

“If you refer to yourself as an animal in a cage again I will walk out that door and spend the night at Donna’s.”

“Okay okay,” he grinned ear to ear, pressing kisses on your cheek, then down your neck. “I’m sorry for being so… hostile. Thank you, Yn. For calming me down.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“I don’t know what it is that you do, but you make it all disappear.”

“It’s my secret,” you whispered, kissing his lips. “And I won’t ever tell.”

“I bet I could make you tell me,” Harvey winked and grabbed around your waist, taking you with him when he leaned back. 

“Oh, is that a fact?” “No, but it is a challenge.” 

He tangled his hand in your hair, bringing your mouth to his. He tasted like whatever cheap whiskey he had on the plane and mint. You let your body form to his and didn’t mind the way his tongue found yours. Harvey’s hands were gentle as they peeled away the cardigan on your shoulders, tossing it away to be picked up later. 

He took his time, slowly stripping you and easing you on your back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and needed to have his mouth on yours again. He was such a good kisser. So thorough and precise with what he wanted to do to you. 

And he was always very thorough. 

Harvey placed kisses down your chest, down your stomach and to each hip.

“Babe-”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Just let me do what I want. You just lay back and look pretty. Fuck do you look pretty, my love.”

Your heart melted. Normally he had a wicked, dirty tongue but tonight was obviously different. He wanted something to focus on, and if that was going to be you, then so be it. You surely weren’t going to stop him from spreading your knees and tucking his head to your core. 

If Harvey could do one thing for the rest of his life, he’d sure have a hard time picking between you and the law. While he loved his work, your mind and body were two things even the high of winning couldn’t compare to. Harvey loved you. Ferociously. With every part of his body he loved you. 

His tongue circled your clit, and your hand went in his hair to keep him there. The laugh that tumbled from him was nothing short of star-seeing. One thing about Harvey is if you weren’t satisfied and thensome, neither was he. He loved making you cum on his tongue, loved how you tasted. 

It wasn’t long before you warned him you were close, and he just hummed into you, vibrations making you arch up off the bed, tugging equally as hard on his hair as you did the sheets beside you. 

“I will never get sick of making you feel good, Yn. I love that I am the one who gets to spend these moments with you.”

“Harvey,” you swooned, cupping his face to bring him back up so you could kiss him. Your scent was strong on his lips and made you only need him that much more. All it took was a few impatient grabs at his shirt to make him take it off so you could finally get your hands on that body of his. 

All that time in the boxing gym surely paid off. 

Harvey brough your knee up and pushed it flat on the bed, pulling the other one around his hip. He pushed in, chest to chest with you as he sat still for a few moments. 

“I love you so much, Yn,” Harvey whispered, thumb training down your cheek, your neck. He slid it all the way down your arm and laced your fingers together, kissing them as he pulled back. He wouldn’t leave your lips alone, not that you wanted that in the slightest. He was all soft words and pleas of desperation. Telling you how good you felt.

It was like your wedding night all over again. When the two of you met, it had been in a fury of hands and tongues. All fast because there wasn’t a second to waste when it finally happened. But on your big day, he laid you down, just like this, and worshiped you all night long. 

Every word from his mouth was just him telling you how much you meant to him, his body seconding that omission. He was so dedicated to you, to making you feel good. It was all long, smooth strokes of his body inside yours, the warmth of your combined breaths. Swallowing each other's noises of pleasure.

“I am so in love with you,” Harvey smiled. “I am so fucking in love with you.”

You couldn’t hide your smile if you tried. It wasn’t rare that Harvey was affectionate– per say– but this was an illusive moment. He wine and dined you whenever you asked, you were always his plus one anywhere in the world. But it was these small, yet enormous moments of intimacy that you cherished the most. This was a side of Harvey that took a very long time to bring to the surface. And he too realized the weight of just taking his time and being soft with you. 

“I love you too, Harvey,” you whispered against his face, his mouth now busy with the side of your neck. Harvey couldn’t keep his hips slow for long, and they snapped to yours. Air pushed out of your mouth and right into his ear, right where it drove him crazy to hear what he did to you. 

“Fuck, my love, if you keep making those sounds this isn’t exactly going to be how I-”

“Now it’s my turn to take care of you,” you responded, locking your ankles together behind his back.

A shiver ran through his shoulders and he dropped to his elbows, hips driving into you faster and faster. Harder. It didn’t take him long to reach his high, fucking you through it. His heart pounded underneath his skin so hard you could feel it. A slight sweat at the back of his head where hair met skin. 

When he lifted his head, his eyes looked less… weighted. He looked much more himself. Muc more like Harvey and a little less like Mr. Specter. 

You mentally patted yourself on the back. 

There wasn’t anything you could do to convince him to not drag you into the shower down the hall. The warmth of the water, the heaviness in your body only made his fingers on your scalp that much better. He kissed all over, giving your ass a loving smack when getting out before wrapping a big towel around the both of you. 

“Promise in the morning that we can do this all again and then I can make you a big breakfast?”

“Only if you promise that there will be sausage and bacon,” your eyes were droopy, but the smile reached them anyway. 

“Good thing Postmates will go to the grocery store nowadays,” Harvey slipped one of his shirts over your head, straightening it out over your body. “You look so adorable in my clothes.”

“I know, why do you think I wear them when you’re gone?” “You wear my clothes when I’m gone?” You pff’ed out some air, “Don’t act like you don’t notice the suspiciously large pile of your laundry in the hamper when you come back.”

“I don’t think you know how happy that makes me, Yn,” Harvey’s smile was nothing short of pure adoration. He was never short on pure adoration when it came to you. 

“Yes I do,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why do you think I do it?”

“Because you know me. Really really well.”

“That I do.”

Harvey breathed out, shaking his head. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for something anyone would do for their husband.”

“Well, in my experience, most wives aren’t nearly as observant or as dedicated as you are, Yn. And I want you to know how much I appreciate you and everything you help me through when I don’t know how to help myself.”

Your eyes melted, much like your heart when he hugged you. Nice and tight and just how you liked them. You always felt impossibly safe with him, and his hugs were impossibly your favorite thing in the world. 

Harvey would listen better in the morning. Especially after a good night's sleep. You just hope that all your efforts will lead him in the right direction. And that direction isn’t the clearest right now, and that’s okay. Both of you know it’s okay to not make a decision as big as something like this.

But you know Harvey will try. And that is all you can ask of him.

[hb-writes]

The Care Package

Summary: When Charlie leaves to study abroad in London for the semester and forgets something important, Harvey and Donna get it to her as quick as possible.

Prompt: “I love you, my fluffy dinosaur.” Promptly followed by: “Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname? Because I’m not a fan.”

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter (OC)

Content Warning: None!

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Harvey answered the video call and recoiled, the speakers garbling Charlie’s high pitched squeal. She was nearly shaking with what Harvey could only name as unencumbered happiness, clearly visible even through the slight blurriness of the screen, courtesy of the 3,500 miles between them and her shoddy internet connection. 

“I love you, my fluffy dinosaur!” she said, either not aware or not caring that her brother had answered her call and was watching.

"Shut up! It's 6 am!"

Charlie flinched, turning towards her bedroom door at the shout of one of her flatmates, shouting back a quick, "Sorry!" that had Harvey laughing for the first time in what felt like days.

“Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname?” Harvey asked. “Because I gotta be honest, I’m not a fan.” 

Charlie glanced at the screen, glaring at her brother for a second before she refocused her attention on uncovering the stuffed creature she knew was buried in the bottom of the package. She had just accepted the delivery, and recognizing the return address—Pearson-Specter-Litt’s office, she’d opened it right away, plopping herself, the box, and her laptop on her bed after reading the accompanying greeting card. 

Charlie smiled triumphantly as she finally pulled Tracy the Triceratops free, hugging the stuffed dinosaur to her chest. 

“Not a fan of the nickname or me being drunk?” she asked, settling the triceratops in her lap so both Charlie and Tracy were staring at Harvey with goofy grins on their faces.

Charlie’s smile broadened as she looked at her brother, impressed at his ability to successfully level a look like that at her even through the computer screen. 

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll remind you that the drinking age is eighteen here, Harvey,” she offered. “Sorry to inform you that I’m an adult.” 

Not to mention that it was 6 in the morning, and drinking was the last thing on her mind. 

“She says while hugging a blue dinosaur..." 

A handful of witty comebacks swirled in Charlie's mind, but she found herself taking a deep, steadying breath as she observed her brother on the screen, his smile easy even though he was clearly exhausted. She was hit with a wave of something that had her swallowing down a lump in her throat, something that clenched tight in her chest. 

It wasn’t quite loneliness Charlie felt—she had known two of her flatmates before leaving study abroad, and everyone else she had met in the last few days had been great. Charlie was enjoying everything about it and having loads of fun, but for a moment, as she watched Harvey through the screen, she just longed to be home.

She longed for the apartment she shared with her brother. She longed for New York bagels and their quiet, cozy Sundays. She even longed for her brother’s office with his records and his collection of balls, including the one she had signed for him during her first and only season of tee ball. He wasn’t the type to have a framed picture of his sister adorning his desk, but Charlie’s baseball sat in an honored position beside the ones belonging to Jeter, Jordan, and Ewing. Most people who admired the collection were none the wiser that the ball closest to Harvey's desk had been signed by a six year old.

Charlie cleared her throat, blinking away the sudden wetness in her eyes and Harvey sat up straight, noting the change in her despite the terrible internet connection.

“What’s wrong?"

Charlie swallowed as Harvey started his question, shaking her head.

“You’re still at work?” she tried, though she already knew he was. It was a busy week at the firm and even though Harvey hadn’t said a word to her about it, she knew from Mike and Donna. And even if they hadn’t clued her in, Charlie recognized her brother’s office—a space that felt just as much like home as Harvey’s apartment did. 

“Charlotte.” 

Charlie stilled. She knew that tone. She recognized that her brother had latched on to something and wasn’t likely to let it go easily. 

“It’s nothing, Harvey. I just…Thank you for sending Tracy.” Charlie held up the dinosaur, waving its clawed foot at Harvey through the screen. “I haven’t been away from her for so long since…well, never, I guess.” 

It was one of the first things their father had bought for her when she moved in with them and for those first few years, she took it with her just about everywhere. The dinosaur still shared her bed over a decade later, and it had certainly been on her study abroad packing list. It probably would have made it into the suitcase had Charlie not waited until the very last minute to pack. 

Harvey had prompted her to start packing more times than he could count starting close to a month ago. Neither of them had been aware that her delaying probably had a deeper meaning. Neither of them had realized that her delay was the only bit of resistance she showed about the situation. 

Because neither Specter had been willing to talk about the fact that they were both feeling a little hesitant about her going away for the semester.

Charlie had realized the dinosaur was missing by the time she laid down for her first night in the new flat and she had sent off an email right away, practically begging for the creature to be sent at Harvey's earliest convenience. 

Charlie had expected it to take a week or more. They were an ocean away now and Charlie knew her brother and Donna were both busy. Digging through the disaster area Charlie knew she had left in her bedroom to find the stuffed creature wouldn’t likely be at the top of his priorities…Nor would be packing it up and making a stop somewhere to ship it off…

But even so, it had arrived in less than two days. Charlie didn’t even want to think how much that had cost to make that happen

Harvey smiled as Charlie idly fussed with the dinosaur, barely aware of his studying her on the other side of the screen. 

“Or maybe Donna’s the one who I should thank...?” Charlie mused as she remembered the accompanying card she’d found in the package with, ‘Call your brother when you get this, Little Chick,’ written out in Donna’s neat handwriting. “Is she there?” 

Harvey shook his head. Donna had left just a few minutes before Charlie’s video call came through. 

“Oh,” Charlie answered. “Why are you still there?” She knew they usually left around the same time, and it was past one in the morning already.

Harvey shrugged. He had been about to leave, every part of him desperate to crawl into bed for a few hours before they would be at it again, but his sister’s call had been more compelling than the call to sleep. And he didn’t feel like getting into the work stuff. The idea of bringing it into their conversation was enough to leech what little energy he had left. Charlie read that well enough and didn’t press him further.

“Who's idea was the snacks?” she asked, digging through the box filled with some of her very favorites. 

“Joint effort,” Harvey answered. 

“Let me guess. Mike?” she continued with a snort, holding up the package of blue pens and highlighters taped to a notebook with a blue cover. 

Harvey nodded with a fond smile. Mike had insisted on adding the collection of blue items to the box along with one of Louis’s beloved bran bars, stolen from the staff kitchen. 

“Well, thank you,” she continued, vaguely distracted with digging through the rest of the items. She pulled out a planner, recognizing it as the generic one the firm gave out to any employees who wanted them. 

“Really?” she asked with an eye roll, holding it up to the screen. "You spoil me, Harvey."

“Just a little piece of home,” Harvey answered with a smirk, waiting for her to notice the little tab sticking out of the side, and watching as she thumbed through it to get to the marked page. Then the shock registered on her face, her squeal of happiness coming out with little regard for her sleeping roommates.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “You and Donna are coming to visit? In two weeks?” 

Harvey nodded. It was soon, far sooner than they had planned. They had made vague arrangements for him to come visit Charlie in London later in the semester, but only a few days after her departure, Donna had moved his schedule around and booked tickets. When she’d told him, Harvey hadn’t argued, just asking if she wanted to book a flight for herself, too. 

Charlie smirked. “Visiting already? Must be pretty boring without me there...I guess you must really miss me something awful?” 

"Me?" Harvey scoffed. “Miss having my annoying little sister driving me up a wall all the time? Not a chance, kid. But Donna and I discussed it and we wouldn’t want to deprive you of my presence for too long. I hear if you spend too much time away from me, you start becoming a lame ass punk. I mean, look at what’s happened to Marcus.” 

"Right." Charlie rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “We wouldn’t want that.” 

“It would be a shame after all the work I’ve put into making sure you’re passably cool. You’re a reflection of me, you know? Even when you're in another country.” 

Harvey gave her a fond smile as he said it, and Charlie mirrored the gesture. 

"Naturally," she offered. "I should probably let you go. I’ve got class at 8…and I think you should get some sleep.” 

“Alright.” Harvey nodded. “If you forgot anything else, just let us know.”

“Okay.” Charlie was hugging Tracy in her lap again, barely aware she was doing it. “And...I love you, Harvey.” 

Harvey let the words fill him, a warmth settling in his chest that had been distinctly absent since he left his sister waiting in the line at airport security. 

“I love you, too, kid. See you in two weeks.” 

Charlie smiled and lifted the dinosaur’s paw then, waving at the screen for a moment before she ended the call. The image of Charlie and Tracy remained frozen there for a moment on Harvey’s laptop, and Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping the next two weeks would fly by.

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[theactressstaringinyourbaddream]

Just read a Harvey Mike fic and it just destroyed me

[schrijverr]

His Job

Mike is good at his job and due to his intelligence, highly efficient. Efficient to the point that he is doing the job of multiple people. This is not sustainable and when he collapses from exhaustion and overworking himself, he scares Donna and Harvey into a protective setting neither knew they had, as they ensure that he is alright and won’t do that again.

@liar-or-lawyer I hope it lives up to the expectation! Sorry, it got a bit out of hand, haha XP

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Mike collapses from overworking himself (he is fine, but look out if you have food issues or if you don't like fainting!)

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It all starts with those piles of boxes for the pro-bono case Harvey doesn’t want, which should have taken two to three days, even if the most motivated associate is working on them. The piles that Mike has read in a night, managing to find the discrepancy without issue.

Harvey realizes then that this kid, this random kid who he found by accident, can do the work of three associates. And that he, Harvey, will be reaping the benefits.

He smirks to himself and imagines Louis’ face when he realizes, imagines Jessica’s proud yet fondly annoyed look when she learns that he had found another Harvey, maybe even someone who will be better than him.

With that realization he moves on, the back of his mind whirring with all the things he can use Mike’s talents and work ethic for.

And for a long time that is all Mike is to him. He is a hard worker that Harvey can dump the cases and mindless search and/or paperwork he doesn’t want to do on. His own little miracle worker, whose findings he can flaunt with.

However, time does a lot more than Harvey remembers, since the most people he trusts and cares for now are people that he has known for such a long time that he has forgotten how they came to be the ones he made exceptions for.

Turns out that Mike is as little of a shit that Harvey was and the kid has managed to worm his way into Harvey’s heart, past his defenses. The little things stacking up.

It is the long evenings holed up in Harvey’s office, discussing strategy on their case, with their break consisting of stupid arguments about take out. Mike’s eyes lighting up as he proudly presents the loophole they need that he has found.

It is the mischievous twinkle in his eye as he manages to land a good insult against Harvey in their banter sessions. Or when he replays a glorious dunk he made on Louis when Harvey couldn’t be there to witness it.

It is how he’ll come stumbling in, all rumpled, having worked through the night. But it doesn’t matter, because he is grinning victoriously and even though he is out of breath from running there, his mouth is already running a mile a minute explaining what he found.

It is how Harvey knows that Mike will pick up if he calls, no matter what the time is. He will pick up and be ready to run where Harvey needs him to go. Reliable and trustworthy.

It is how he trusts Harvey to have his back. How he looks at Harvey when stumped, knowing Harvey will jump in. How he asks Harvey for advice about his clothes, not minding the insults as he accepts Harvey retying his tie into something more acceptable. How he collapses on Harvey’s couch after a grueling case, trusting that Harvey will wake him if something important comes up or if someone approaches that will scold him for the behavior. How he trusts that Harvey will understand.

In fact it isn’t until Mike falls asleep on his couch for the third time that Harvey realizes that he cares. He is watching Mike’s peaceful sleeping face when a quote from that stupid teen drama Donna loved (and he might have watched too, but shut up) comes to mind.

“One’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern.”

And apparently is has become a pattern for Mike to fall asleep on his couch. And apparently Harvey is at a point where he looks fondly at the sleeping associate instead of waking him up like he should, because he knows Mike has worked enough.

Louis would have woken him up, no matter how hard the associate in question had worked, he thinks. Especially Mike, since he is Harvey’s associate.

For a second he tries to convince himself he lets Mike sleep, because Louis wouldn’t have and he isn’t Louis. However, even with all his debate skills, he can’t convince the jury of his brain and heart that that’s the reason.

Harvey admits to himself that Mike is someone he cares for. It happened without his knowledge or consent, but now that it has, he can’t really bring himself to be upset about it.

Still, he gives himself a moment to take in the realization. In the process he meets Donna’s eyes, who raises a brow and smirks at him. Her looks conveys her thoughts: ‘Ah, so you’ve caught onto your feelings, finally.’

He sticks out his tongue at her, mentally deciding that conveys his own message of ‘fuck off’ perfectly.

Yet, he can’t stop his mind from realizing that Donna probably also cares about Mike, especially since she caught onto the fact that he cares before he did. Mike is her favourite snipe target, he is the only associate, who doesn’t think himself above her just because she is a mere secretary, he takes her shit with a grin, shows up in the morning with a coffee for her and always makes time to listen to her gossip or struggles.

When he thinks about it, Mike truly reminds him a bit of the puppy from the analogy he had used on the kid earlier. Happy, bounding around and brightening up days with his antics.

All of those thoughts run through his head as he looks at the thin chest of Mike moving regularly up and down.

Later, he will curse himself for not adding another thing to the realizations of that moment. For not noticing that he has become used to Mike doing too much work for one person, just because he always delivers and never gives Harvey a reason to question that reliability. Or the cost that work comes at.

Because what the kid does is insane.

Mike runs around each day playing fetch boy for Donna when he can, doing all the paperwork and research Harvey can’t be bothered to do as well as dancing to Louis’ tune. He is doing thre in the time most associates don’t manage to do one.

But Mike also knows how he got there. He knows that Harvey hired him for his brain, knows that Mike will work hard to prove himself worthy of being there, worthy of the chance Harvey has given him.

And somehow, the idiot internalized that to mean that if he doesn’t preform at top level all the time Harvey will let him go without hesitation. As if he doesn’t already have such a big soft spot for the kid that even Jessica and Louis have picked up on it. As if he can ever let Mike go over something like taking a bit of a break. As if Mike hasn’t proven himself a hundred times over.

But all those realizations don’t come when he’s watching Mike asleep on his couch for the third time since they’ve known each other.

Instead, it comes too late, as emotional things often do for Harvey. Though Donna will call him dramatic for it, though he denies ever being dramatic. The judgmental eyebrow he gets for that, takes him a week to recover from.

But to return to the point, it starts with Mike collapsing.

Harvey is forever going to remember the horrid moment when he saw Mike go down. And he is reasonably certain that Donna is going to as well.

They are working on a huge case for a huge client. Money has gone missing and needs to be located, logs need to be compared, culprits and the people to blame must be found and the reputation of the company has to be maintained, while press and competitors are circling them like vultures.

All in all, it has been a week. A very very stressful week. Harvey has Jessica breathing down his neck and even Louis has decided that this is too important and lend some of his associates to Harvey. It is that big of a deal.

However, Harvey knows that none of those Harvard clones can pick up on the intricacies that Mike can (it is the whole reason he hired the kid, despite his lack of credentials). So, he has ordered Mike to check their work and get as much of it done so that they can’t mess up.

Mike nodded seriously when he was given the order and Harvey has been satisfied in seeing him work diligently ever since.

What Harvey doesn’t know is that Mike has been home once since the start of the case and that was to pick up suits and toiletries. Now he has everything to maintain a professional look without leaving the office and he is determined to find what they need.

He has been functioning on the minimal sleep needed that he gets on the floor of the file room or in his desk chair, even Harvey’s couch has been a target on a few nights when the letters started to blur too much. If it weren’t for Rachel bringing him lunch and coffee before she left, he wouldn’t have made it as far as he did.

She has expressed concern many times, but it always goes a bit like this: “Mike, I’m serious, you have to go home and get some rest. This is not healthy.”

“I will,” Mike assures her then. “Just after I find this detail. I know it’s in there, but it keeps slipping through my finger. If I can just find the missing link…”

“Mike, please,” Rachel begs. “I will go to Harvey.”

“Tsk,” Mike laughs, humor scarcely found in his tone. “Harvey will laugh you out of his office and tell you he worked a hundred hours a week when he was an associate. This is just par of the course, Rachel. Things will cool down and I will stay home a Sunday to sleep in. It’ll be fine.”

And then Rachel will concede. She smiles and tells him to take care and stop before it gets out of hand. He promises to do so and turn back to his work as she walks away.

It’s not a promise Mike keeps as Harvey finds out on that faithful day. He is seated at his desk, not looking up as he hears Donna say something, which he will later learn was a concerned ‘oh my god, are you okay,’ as Mike passes her in a zombie-like state.

When he hears the door swish he looks up, frowning for a moment at his associate, before dismissing the horrid way he looks. They’re all stressed he tells himself, willing to believe the dark circles and soft swaying don’t worry him. He starts to speak: “Ah, Mike, do you have the files from the-”

He never gets to finish his sentence, because as he talks Mike lifts his hand, showing the requested files. However, as he attempts to hand them over, the final steps to Harvey’s desk prove to be too much for the overworked kid and he collapses to the ground.

Harvey will swear it happen in slow motion and at two times speed, if asked.

It goes too fast for him to do a thing. To help. He’s not even out of his seat when Mike hits the ground with a sickening noise. Yet at the same time, he witnesses every single second of that horrid fall. Taking in every detail against his will.

Mike doesn’t go down like a stumble. It’s more of an arcing descent. His leg buckles from under him and for a moment all hangs in the balance, but he doesn’t get himself back up. And it’s only until he’s halfway there that Harvey realizes what is happening.

The worst part of it all, is that Mike doesn’t even move to break his fall. To ease the hit. He just makes a soft surprised noise and drops the file, before closing his eyes then hitting the floor with a dull thud.

For a moment, the cliché of a puppet with its strings being cut flashes through Harvey’s mind, though he can’t focus on the thought, too worried about his associate.

He is rushing forwards, before he can even think of doing anything but running at a pace he would usually deem undignified. Donna is meeting him from the other side, her heels clacking loudly. He practically slides onto his knees and feels Mike’s pulse.

… Thump … Thump…

A relief he didn’t know before washes over him. Mike is at the most basic level alive. The fear that gripped him earlier subsides a bit and he would be more uncomfortable by being confronted with how much he cares for Mike, if he isn’t so relieved that he isn’t just flat-lining.

Still, despite the happiness at Mike having a heartbeat, there is still the concerning aspect of him not reacting to Harvey’s fingers in his neck or Donna’s hysterical: “Mike? Mike. Oh my god, Mike? Are you okay? Please, say something.”

Harvey eases his hands under Mike so that he can roll him over. He looks peaceful. Asleep. If not for the dark smudges that line his eyes, turning Harvey’s hair gray before it’s allowed. His cheeks are also sunken and he is pale, too pale for this time a year, especially for someone who bikes to work each day.

It’s just all wrong and Harvey doesn’t like it on any level. Mike is lively, Mike is energetic, Mike runs around and smiles, talks a mile a minute and never stops. He shouldn’t be lying on the floor, knocked out. So still.

He ignores that his hands are trembling as he grabs Mike’s shoulder and shakes him. It’s gentle, too gentle for the great Harvey Specter, but he can’t live with himself, if he accidentally hurts the boy more.

Donna rolls her eyes at him, but he can see that there are tears threatening to fall as she violently shakes Mike.

“Wha?” Mike groans, blinking blearily.

Mike looks a mess, but Harvey doesn’t care about appearances, he would thank god if he believed in the man, if he could right now. However, he fails to play it cool as he asks: “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I feel like that should be my line,” Mike comments as he struggles up into a seated position with their help.

“You fainted,” Donna informs him gently.

“Huh? Are- are you for real?” Mike asks, frowning, but sounding more disbelieving than surprised.

“Yes,” Donna confirms.

“Holy shit,” Mike says in a tone of voice that Harvey doesn’t appreciate.

“What are you not saying right now?” he demands. “You sound like you know something. What is it?”

“Nothing,” Mike quickly says, but there is a crack there that gives him away.

“Mike.” Harvey says sternly, backed up by Donna’s glare.

“Well…” Mike starts, trailing off as he looks away. He seems almost embarrassed and if Harvey wasn’t so worried for the kid, he would be teasing him about it. “It’s stupid and nothing, really. You should just let it go.”

“Micheal James Ross,” Donna says sharply in her ‘don’t fuck with me, I’m Donna’-tone. “You just collapsed right in front of my eyes and a corpse would look alive compared to you. If you know something, just start talking right now, or face my wrath as I force you.”

At that, Mike swallows. He then answers: “Well, uhm, Rachel said I was overdoing it with the work, but it’s not that much more than I usually do, so I ignored her and told her I would watch it and stop if it got too much. But apparently I’m not as good at estimating when it’s too much as I thought I was.”

“How much-” Harvey starts a question, then another, better, and much scarier question pops into his mind, which he asks instead, suspicion in his voice. “When is the last time you went home?”

The fact that Mike has to think about it, especially with his memory, causes Harvey and Donna to share a look over his head, filled with concern. He says: “Gimme a sec. We got this case a week ago, that was Friday. I went home Sunday to grab some stuff and I’ve been here since.”

“Mike,” Donna says emphatically. “It’s Saturday now.”

“I know,” Mike replies, before launching into a rambling speech, “but we have the appointment with the CEO next Tuesday and something was bothering me about the financial statements they gave us. And I was right! I dug and the numbers aren’t adding up – and yeah, we already knew that – but I mean they aren’t adding up in a different way then we were told. So we have to know what’s going on there first, so we don’t face any surprises. But I can’t find anything and I was coming to talk with Harvey about it, but there is also literally all the other moving parts with the employees and all the contracts and I haven’t been keeping an eye on that as well as I would have liked, because I was distracted by this. So, I didn’t have the time to go home or, you know, sleep… or eat… sometimes.”

He trails off as he realizes what he is saying, his eyes staying firmly on the ground.

“Fucking hell, Mike,” Harvey finds himself muttering, having to look away from Mike because it makes it hard to concentrate. He looks so dejected and tired. And the guilt is overwhelming (though he is ignoring that). He clears his throat and says: “This is not a floor conversation. Can you stand?”

“Probably,” Mike says, not sounding very confident.

Harvey decides not to comment on it. Instead he gets up along with Donna, holding out a hand to Mike, who doesn’t even protest as he accepts the help.

Once he is on his feet, he stumbles and Harvey barely catches him before he goes down again. He rubs his forehead and chuckles humorlessly: “Ah, a bit lightheaded I think.”

“I’m getting you an ice-pack,” Donna says. “You hit your head pretty hard.” At that Mike does protest that he’s fine, but Donna won’t hear it and leaves the room anyway.

For a moment they just stand there, Harvey’s arm wrapped around Mike’s side with Mike putting more weight on him than he’s probably intending. Mike stares at the spot she just vacated as if his mind isn’t up to speed at what happened yet, while Harvey just looks at Mike in concern.

Wanting the feeling to fade (something that feels impossible in that moment), Harvey gently but forcefully drags Mike to the couch in his office.

He is reminded of the revelation he had a while ago with Mike on the very same couch. Only back then, Mike was asleep and looked ten times healthier than he does now. And instead of realizing that he cares about Mike, Harvey is confronted with the fact that he didn’t notice as the kid, his own associate, his friend, was working himself to death.

With Mike seated and not in immediate danger, Harvey isn’t sure what to do. He wants to give the dejected and upset looking kid a hug, but it’s not really their style and he isn’t sure if it will be welcomed.

After a moment of deliberation with himself, he gets a few granola bars, which he keeps in his desk for long days, and a glass of water.

He hands both to Mike, who takes them gratefully, practically inhaling the food. The action does nothing to decrease the guilt as Harvey plops down next to him. He watches as Mike eats and drinks, looking a little less like he’s going to kneel over.

Before he’s done, Mike is talking again: “The number don’t add up at the executive/CEO level, Harvey. Either I missed something, or they’re not telling us something and that something can come back to bite us. You need to put them under pressure and find out what it is.”

“Mike-” Harvey wants to cut him off, tell him to take a goddamn break after all that.

“No,” Mike goes on without listening. “I’m serious. And I know you told me to check the others’ work and I haven’t done that as well as I should, but I’m onto something here. You can get mad at me later.”

And he suddenly realizes that Mike thinks Harvey wants him to work as hard as he does. And that Harvey is angry at him for not doing the work of an entire team by himself.

“What?” The disbelieving exclamation is out of his mouth, before he can even think of it.

Naturally Mike interprets it in the worst way possible. “I know I messed up. I’m so so sorry, Harvey, I swear it won’t happen again,” he says, the exhaustion lowering his defenses to the point where his voice is cracking and tears are welling up.

“No, that’s not-”

“You told me to check their work – and I did read all their summaries and findings – but I could have checked it better. And then I had to be all dramatic and faint like I’m some sort of damsel or something, which is highly embarrassing and-”

“Mike, stop!” Harvey finally manages to end the barrage of words. Mike looks up like a deer in headlights and Harvey immediately softens his tone as he goes on: “I’m not angry at you. Jesus Christ, kid, you just collapsed on me, of course I’m not angry.”

“Y- You’re not?” Mike sounds horridly confused and the tears he has been attempting to stop finally begin to fall.

“I’m not,” Harvey assures him. Hesitating for a moment, before the truly sad picture Mike makes wins him over and he throws an arm around the kid, letting him cry into his 10.000 dollar suit. “I’m not,” he repeats quietly.

Mike can’t reply through the tears, so Harvey just hushes him and tells him to let it all out, desperately waiting for Donna so she can help. Because he is not used to all these emotions, nor how to deal with them. While also trying not to look too much, because he can feel his reputation in the firm go down the drain as passing people see the scene.

After what feels like an eternity, Donna comes to save both of them. Mike’s crying has subsided to a mere sniffle and Harvey is 99% sure the kid is halfway to sleep when Donna enters with the ice-pack.

With her eyes she asks Harvey what the hell happened between her leaving and returning. Harvey hopes his eyes convey ‘I’ll explain later,’ as he takes the bag from her and gently holds it against Mike’s forehead, ignoring the look he can feel Donna giving him.

Mike flinches slightly at the cold, before he struggles and fails to take the ice-pack for himself, muttering: “It doesn’t hurt so bad. Here, I can take it. Promise.”

Harvey doesn’t let him take the ice-pack. Instead he holds it himself and softly yet sternly orders: “Just go to sleep, Mike. I got you.”

And for once, Mike doesn’t argue and does as he’s told, the exhaustion catching up and dragging him under in seconds.

Once he is off in dreamland, Harvey lets him sleep on his shoulder for a good ten minutes. He wants to make sure that Mike is dead to the world and won’t wake up if he moves him. Inside his own mind, he also willing to admit that the steady breaths are keeping him calm.

When it gets to the point that he can’t justify him hugging Mike any longer, he eases Mike into a horizontal position. He loosens his tie and takes off Mike’s shoes to get him comfortable, before rolling up his own suit jacket as a pillow, not dignifying Donna’s knowing hum with a response.

With Mike comfortably oblivious, the two settle at Harvey’s desk, studying the sleeping associate for a minute, before Donna breaks the silence: “Did you know?”

“That he was working himself to death, because he thought I wanted him to?” Harvey replies. “No. I knew he was working hard, we all are, but I didn’t think he would be an idiot about it.”

“What even happened?” Donna wonders out loud. “I know this case has been rough, but there have been others like these.”

And Harvey has pieced it together with Mike’s rambled words. He sighs and says: “I told him to keep an eye on the other associates working on this. His eye for detail is needed for this case, but I should have known he would interpret it to mean: do the work all by yourself.”

“God, he works too much,” Donna says. “I never thought I would say that about an associate. I’m going to ask around about his working habits, starting with Rachel. He can’t go on like this.”

Harvey wholeheartedly agrees and sets her to work on that, before reading through Mike’s discovery.

Personally, he would like nothing more than to join Donna in figuring out how much Mike is actually doing. However, he knows he’s not as good as Donna in that area and it wouldn’t do for Mike’s efforts to go to waste. Besides, Mike would be even more guilty (idiotically as that might be) about the whole thing, if his fainting spell messed up the case.

In the end, Harvey gets the right wheels turning in the case and Donna comes to report shocking news. They have only noticed that Mike is used to working three jobs, when he is quite literally buckling under the pressure of preforming the job of an entire team.

They decide something has to change and they’re going to change it, or so help them god.

When Mike wakes up, Donna has pizza (with a stuffed crust!) waiting for him and he’s groggy enough that he just inhales it without questioning it. Only once the pizza is gone does Mike remember the situation that lead up to him being on the couch in Harvey’s office at 1 PM with a pizza.

Harvey knows that Mike realizes, because he pauses with a slice of pizza halfway to his face, before he blushes and quickly stuffs the bite in his mouth. Harvey also hates that he knows the embarrassed bite won’t stop Mike from talking, if he wants to. And although he would love hear Mike talking and alright, but he hates it with a passion when Mike does that.

So, he starts talking instead. “You were right. Jake Lemmin is a fucking idiot, who has no control over his own board. We now have to quietly fire most of the Lemmin Inc. top without anyone noticing, but there are already horrendous merger offers from rivals. They’re smelling blood out there.”

As he talks Mike nods along, sending Harvey a suspicious look as if he isn’t sure why the man isn’t yelling at him yet. He swallows his food and says: “We still have the employee records. If we can find competent internal replacements, then no one has to know. But how are we charging those guys if we want to keep it quiet?”

“I’m still working on it,” Harvey says, having successfully lulled Mike into a sense of security as he strikes, “but you aren’t.”

“What?” Mike exclaims, not taking the bite he was planning on. “Why not?”

“…Mike,” Harvey states, unsure why he has to explain this to someone who could probably qualify as a genius. “You’re going home to sleep.”

“But-” Mike starts, “but I’m right in the middle of this. You can’t do this, Harvey. I just slept, like literally, I just woke up. The meeting is Tuesday, none of the others know enough about what’s going on to back you up then and it’s too sort notice to get them caught up. You need me, you can’t send me away.”

Harvey now is confronted with the fact that he might have underestimated how much Mike had misinterpreted the whole issue. He sighs, rubbing his brow, for once stumped how to debate someone into doing what he wants.

Mike takes that silence and runs with it. “I mean, I have read most of the employee records, I know these people. You know how many people work for Lemmin Inc.? I do. 8.500. Well, 8.463 to be exact. If you want to find the best people, you need me. And you know that’s the best option.”

“Yes, I know,” Harvey replies. “Mike, I’m not sending you home because I don’t want you on this case, but because you collapsed in my office due to overworking yourself. So here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to go home, sleep some more, eat more, not do any work and relax for a moment.”

Mike gives him a disbelieving look, like Harvey is the one who is being unreasonable.

“And then I’m going to find a solution with your work and the help of the thousands of other employees at this firm and then if I really can’t do this without you, I’m calling you,” Harvey continues on. “I’m not excluding you to be an asshole here, you would have noticed if I did, but you can’t go on like this without taking a break.”

“What happened to working a hundred hours a week as an associate?” Mike shoots back.

“No, it was making others think I worked that much,” Harvey shuts that down. “Actually working that much would mean I would have worked myself into a nervous breakdown before making partner. I’m not throwing you off the case, I’m send you home until Monday. You’re probably not even missing the meeting. Why are you arguing?”

“Because how else am I keeping this job?” Mike exclaims, throwing his hands up. “We both know you hired me for my brain. If I can’t keep up now, how will I keep up in the future? I need this job, I can’t loose this, just because I can’t handle a little overtime.”

“Mike, we’re far past ‘a little overtime’ here,” Harvey says. “You passed out. And I’m not planning on firing you. Ever. You’re doing more work than anyone else in this company. You’re burning out, because you’re trying to do the job of an entire team right now. That is what will make you unable to work.”

“What?”

In that one word Mike sounds so horribly confused that Harvey is going to admit something, he would have likely taken to the grave otherwise, because Mike has become like a brother to him. He has filled a space, Harvey didn’t even know was there. And here this bright kid, who has so much potential and had so much shit from life, is sitting and thinking he isn’t good enough.

“I care about you, Mike,” Harvey says, ignoring how uncomfortable he must look. “And at this point, I’m more concerned about your well being than this case. Do you even know how scared I was when you suddenly dropped like a fly?”

Mike is speechless, a look Harvey honestly thought he would never see on him. Yet there it is. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, before he looks like he is unable to decide whether he is touched or about to give Harvey a teasing, shit-eating grin.

Finally, he settles on teasing, as he goes: “Do I hear the great Harvey Specter care, right now?”

Harvey rolls his eyes, but doesn’t even pretend to protest. With what he has seen, Mike can use the confidence boost, so he just gets out of his chair and says: “You can eat the fucking pizza in the car. Put on your shoes and lets go. You need another nap.”

“You say that like I’m a toddler,” Mike pouts, but still does as he is told.

Not letting the moment to step back from the weird emotional outburst pass, Harvey shoots back: “Maybe think about why, kiddo.”

“Don’t,” Mike whines as he pulls a face. “I literally can’t take any more daddy jokes if anyone here hears that.”

“What the fuck,” is the only response Harvey can find for that.

“Yeah, you’re so lucky the associates are too scared of you to say anything when you’re near,” Mike tells him. “It’s brutal out there. Don’t you recall your associate days? Or too long ago?” he adds, shit-eating grin still in place as he takes a cheeky bite from his pizza.

“I do,” Harvey replies. “We were just more dignified. Also, please, never say anything like that to me again.”

They get some odd looks as they walk through the halls of Pearson Hardman.

On one hand you have Harvey, as put together as always (barring his slightly rumpled suit jacket that had functioned as a pillow), yet looking too fond for him to be the person everyone there knows him to be.

On the other hand, there is Mike, who has his suit jacket over the arm that is also carrying a pizza box, from which he is eating as he gestures with the hand holding a slice while talking. His hair is a mess, there are bags under his eyes, his laces are stuffed into the sides of his shoes and his tie is crooked. Neither of them really care and Mike is trying to make the most of these last moments by telling Harvey all the details he noticed, but hasn’t put together yet, even though they’re niggling at his brain.

Once downstairs, Ray is waiting for him. Harvey pushes him into the car. He then gives Ray the instructions: “Take him straight home. Except if he wants to pick up food. If he comes close to anything that looks like work, you have my permission to physically drag him away.”

There is an indignant ‘Hey!’ from the backseat, but both men ignore it as Ray nods gravely, before giving Harvey a reassuring grin.

Harvey waits until they’re safely out of the parking lot, trying to let go of the worry and wondering when he turned into this person, before putting on his game face and heading back upstairs.

At his office Donna is waiting and gives him all the information he knew on a basic level, but never really examined. If it weren’t so terrible, the realization of the amount of work Mike can do is truly astounding.

However, at this point all it does is scare Donna and Harvey, who make a pack to look out for the kid. Which involves a lot of teasing on Donna’s part and a lot of avoided eye contact on Harvey’s part.

“This is literally the worst,” he says at one point. “If this fucking kid just took care of himself I wouldn't have to go through this.”

“And you could pretend you were as apathetic to him as you are the rest of the world even though you are secretly a marshmallow,” Donna fills in the blank. “I don’t know whether to pity your underdeveloped emotional skills or laugh at you.”

“You can do neither,” Harvey suggest, knowing she isn’t going to listen.

Indeed, as expected, she snorts and goes: “You’re a grown man. I know you have emotions, you even acknowledged these before, I don’t know why you’re like this.”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Harvey says. “You just keep an eye on Louis and I’ll keep Jessica off his back.”

“I still feel like you have the easier part in this deal,” Donna says. “Jessica doesn’t really care what Mike does.”

“One, you definitely do, but she also keeps an eye on him since she doesn’t truly think I am capable of mentoring,” Harvey says. “Two, do you really want me on Louis duty?”

Donna is quiet for a moment, then just turns away and resumes typing with a soft, muttered: “God no.”

Harvey takes that as his clue to get to it and retreats to his office and thinks over today. It isn’t that he can’t acknowledge that he cares for Mike – he has in the past – but he just doesn’t like being confronted with the fact that he cares. He has always seen caring as a weakness and seeing what his own carelessness can do, has knocked him off balance for a second.

He sits in his office for a moment, then gets back to work. He just has to watch Mike’s back for when Jessica or anyone else (thought that is unlikely, except for Louis, but he has Donna for that) comes asking where he is.

In the end, Mike comes back Tuesday morning without issue. No one has really noticed, except for the other associates, but they’re too scared of Donna, especially after she tore Louis a new one for even daring to ask.

They kick ass at the meeting and Harvey suspiciously accuses Mike of working when he had been placed under house arrest.

“I appreciate that you said house arrest instead of grounding, even though that is worse legally,” Mike informs him cheerfully. Then adds: “But I’ve just read all the files before you send me home. I can’t help that they’re stuck up here now.”

“So, you did work,” Harvey counters.

“But only after I slept for another million hours and swung by Grammy,” Mike promises. “She says hi, by the way. I don’t know why, she has never met you, but I think she likes you more than me at this point.”

“All ladies like me,” Harvey tells him smugly, deciding not to push.

Mike guffaws a bit at that, before asking about the new case, because there is always more work at Pearson Hardman.

Not for Mike, however! Within reason that is.

The pact Donna and Harvey made extends beyond the Lemmin Inc. case. They aren’t sure if Mike knows, but if he does, he isn’t saying anything about it.

Together they keep Louis off his back when there are bigger cases, they intimidate associates trying to pawn off work and at one point Harvey even pulls up the spread sheet Donna has made about all Mike has done for Pearson Hardman to show to Jessica when she comes in demanding Mike’s services for Louis after he had complained to her about it. They also get Rachel on their payroll, with Donna trading the good, blackmail-level gossip for ensuring Mike eats and takes an actual lunch break.

In the end, they don’t get him down to a one man job. With Mike’s brain that is almost impossible, since they can’t justify him doing nothing during work hours. However, they do get him to two jobs, one and a half during slow times.

Harvey gets him a hotdog when leaving the court houses or clients and Donna always sends water bottles with his new paperwork.

Mike never comments on it, but both see the little smile he gets whenever they do those things, which is encouragement enough.

It’s weird, Harvey reflects, to think that it all started with a drug run gone bad. Or right. Now here he is, with an associate he cares for like family and a bond he never thought he could have after that faithful day he caught his mother cheating and gave up on relations, familial or otherwise.

Yet, here they are and he finds it’s not that bad to care, especially when Mike is asleep on his couch after a work bender. The empty take out cartons littering the office along with the finally finished paperwork.

He himself toes off his shoes and slides down in his chair, uncaring of how he is going to look when he wakes up in the morning. He’ll have a crick in the neck, but Donna will have coffee for the both of them and Mike will laugh at him for being an old man, before demanding a ride home so he can freshen up for a new day. Mike will nap in the car and Harvey will tease him.

It’s good. It’s nice. He has forgotten how much he loved being a big brother, being protective, caring for someone who needed it.

Honestly, he had mostly forgotten that last part. What it was like to be needed. And he isn’t giving it up.

Mike snores in the background and he chuckles softly to himself. Not that Mike will let him give it up, the kid thrives under the attention, he thinks, right before he drifts off.

A peaceful moment in the usually busy office.

A safe haven.

A home.

For both of them.

~~

A/N:

Harvey’s guilty pleasure is teen drama’s, change my mind.

Also, Mike, u fuckin idiot, I know I’m writing u, but I wanna slap u on the head, but softly,,,, with a lill kiss, bc u need it

By the way, I know it’s only been like amonth and a halfsince I last wrote Suits fanfic, but I got happy when writing Lemmin Inc. again, like memories lmao (also I know this means nothing to people, but I’m having fun with my little shitty blorbo company)

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Trying to catch up on The Rookie. So I can write my omega!Tim x alpha!Lucy fan-fiction. Basically my idea is Tim has not had his heat in over a year since Isabel his wife and alpha left him and they have not renewed their bond. Being in close proximity all day and training Lucy who is an alpha triggers his heat. It starts when they are on patrol. He is obviously in denial about it and there is nesting and cuteness and concerned Lucy and blushing cuddly Tim. There are not enough alpha!female and omega!male fan-fictions. I make the brooding tall characters omegas while making the tiny ray of sunshine characters alphas.

Trying to finish Suits so I can really get into my omegaverse fan-fiction where Harvey is an omega pretending to be an alpha and eventually something happens revealing that he is an omega. I see if there is a better way to start the story. I have been complicating whether I want it to be omega!Harvey/alpha!Donna or alpha!Donna/omega!Harvey/alpha!Mike. Because you can not convince me that Harvey is not bisexual and in love with both Donna and Mike. If you want let me know what you think about that. I love a good best friends to lovers troupe. I might complete change the first chapter.

Harvey Specter is an omega. He has been pretending to be an alpha to be taken seriously since working in the mail-room by taking illegal suppressants and scent blockers and not being sexually intimate with his colleagues and peers. But suppressing his true natural and side effects of the drugs start catching up with him. He is having parental protective feelings towards his new associate Mike and is catching feels for his tough as stones alpha assistant Donna.

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