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Harvey is (still) a lawyer. Mike is the only barista that gets his coffee order right, and isn’t afraid of a bit of intelligent and snarky banter.*
Harvey is (still) a lawyer. Mike is the only barista that gets his coffee order right, and isn’t afraid of a bit of intelligent and snarky banter.*
I want to see Mike, fucked out and strung out, oversensitive and out of his mind. He’s never orgasmed so much in his life before and he is done.*
Mike is convinced he doesn’t like anal sex. Harvey sets out to prove him wrong (and is smug about it).*
Drug testing at Pearson Hardman does not have its desired preventative effect. (Sex, drugs, and a little bit of soul.)
Louis tries to lure Mike into working exclusively for him, but Harvey points out that as possession is nine-tenths of the law, Mike belongs to him. Can he prove it though?*
In an alternate universe, Harvey’s still the best closer in New York but Mike’s not a runner for Trevor: he’s a pizza deliveryman, Harvey’s favorite pizza deliveryman. And Harvey’s discovery that Mike’s more than he lets on will change everyone’s lives…
Told and retold through Mike, Donna, and Harvey’s point of view, with new scenes and reactions each time.*
Harvey’s eyes go wide and then he disappears back inside, leaving the door open for Mike to peer around and then step through to double check because surely he can’t really be seeing what he thought he saw.*
Harvey didn’t want to be profiled in a magazine as one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. Nobody even knew Mike had been.*
Harvey visits his good friend Peter at work, takes one look at Neal, and decides he wants one; that afternoon he hires Mike Ross. But when Mike ends up being more than a fling and tells Harvey he wants Peter and Neal to be as happy as they are, Harvey Specter somehow finds himself in the position of matchmaker at the world’s craziest crossover dinner party.*
Harvey Specter hates kittens. Puppies, turtles, goldfish, guinea pigs – if it’s a commonly kept household pet, Harvey has nothing but palpable scorn for it.* Sequel to Friends? I’d Say Family.
The idea here is that this is a fic in three and two parts. The phone call from both sides: desperate!Mike and needy!Harvey, and then the after party of both.*
Harvey keeps just-missing Mike at the Pearson Hardman costume ball, but he HAS met Mike’s date, the gorgeous Rose Selavy.*
When Harvey called, Mike answered the phone on the third ring with a curt, breathless “Hello?”*
Mike was raised to believe Imprint was a life-changing event for those few lucky enough to experience it. Harvey was raised to believe it was a form of mental illness. When it actually happened, neither of them noticed.*
“A twenty says I last two minutes,” Mike says, slapping the note down in front of Donna resolutely.*
Harvey getting fed up with himself and just pushing Mike down on the bed and sinking down on Mike’s dick. And Mike is like WHOA WTF AWESOME and Harvey is like STFU AND FUCK ME.*
A story about first loves and true loves, about friendship, growing up, and growing together. Atlernatively, this is a story about Mike figuring out what he deserves, and learning how to ask for it.*
“I just need more time,” Harvey says, almost begs. Because he’s not ready for this, not yet. He knows, the way he’s certain Mike does too, that if they do this, then that’s it. For better or worse, this will either make them or completely ruin them. They are standing at the crossroad of that, but he’s not yet ready to choose his path.*
[High School AU] People sometimes wonder aloud why Mike and Harvey are friends, since, you know, Mike’s kind of scrawny and more than a little geeky and has a tendency to run his mouth off without thinking about what comes out of it, and Harvey is really just as geeky but is considerably better at hiding it, and he’s a grade above Mike and has an inexplicable ability to stare people into submission that is vaguely unsettling in a seventeen-year-old.*
Written for the prompt: Mike sees Harvey naked, just once, just for a second. He means to forget the image — he really does — but with his memory, it sticks in his mind as clear as if he took a hi-def photo, blew it up and framed it in his bedroom. The image pops into his head at inopportune times (the more inopportune, the better). And then, after some confused nights of (accidentally, completely accidentally, he swears) masturbating to it, Mike realizes he doesn’t exactly mind the mental image.*
It’s always the same.
Mike lands with butterflies in his stomach and his hands itching to touch Harvey. *
When Mike heads towards Harvey’s office on Tuesday morning, he doesn’t expect to see Harvey wrestling a giant troll.*