Vote for Mike & Harvey in Fantasy TV Couples: FINAL 4!
Vooooottteee!!!! Don’t let the pineapple of love down!
Mike isn’t what Harvey expected.
That’s not entirely accurate, because Mike is, in a lot of ways, exactly what Harvey expected. He’s almost unbearably smart, snarky, compassionate, and broken, and Harvey could’ve told you all those things about him five seconds after a briefcase of pot sprung open and dumped all over Harvey’s shoes, he just didn’t expect Mike would be responsible for tilting his world on its axis. That’s the thing he didn’t see coming.
There wasn’t any one moment that did it, no one thing he could point to later to have it all make even an ounce more sense. Not that he was really expecting there to be. Life, as Harvey knows, is messy and complicated, and rarely turns out like movies would have you believe.
There were cleaner options in Harvey’s life he could have taken, people who were less complicated, relationships that didn’t have a self-destruct sequence pre-programmed in. But none of them took Harvey’s heart with them when they left the room, so as far as Harvey’s concerned, it was never really up for discussion.
Harvey likes to watch him sometimes, on nights like this, when he’s charming the room with his wit and his smile and his self-conscious swagger, something he adopted from Harvey but made his own.
Mike’s head turns, eyes meet Harvey’s instantly and he smiles, small and sure, like he knew where Harvey was the entire time, knew Harvey couldn’t take his eyes off him. It’s unsettling, and reassuring, and Harvey doesn’t know how both could be true at the same time.
Maybe that’s just the way it is when your heart’s walking around outside your body.
Mike was hesitant as he entered the party - it wasn’t exactly how they’d planned their … coming out. But Harvey’d tied his bow tie, pressed a kiss to his hair and went off in his own ride. He caught sight of his lover standing with their boss and swallowed nervously.
Harvey caught sight of Mike and smiled. ”Don’t mind me. My date just got here,” Harvey told Jessica.
Jessica glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened just a bit. ”Goddamn Mike Ross,” she said. ”Are you serious?”
“Very,” Harvey replied. ”The HR paperwork changing his residence is already on your desk. I’m not giving him up.”
“Of course not,” Jessica said with a sigh. She downed the rest of her drink and rubbed the bridge of her nose. ”You always did know how to shake things up.”
The thing no one tells you about the end of the world is how boring it can be.
With nothing to fill up the hours the days stretch into forever. There is no TV to watch, no internet to surf, no work to do. Mike paces the apartment, watches the city from the windows, reads every book in Harvey’s apartment and then grabs more every time they raid a neighbours place and reads those too. And he’s not saying he regrets the lack of excitement or action. Because they have remained safe and unscathed and Mike knows how lucky he is. But none of the zombie or outbreak movies he ever saw prepared him for just how boring life becomes during the end of days.
This was one of those fics that blew me away with how much I loved it.
The message is short.
Meet me at Angelo’s. Eight. Don’t be late.
It’s a Sunday night. Warm. Fall is just starting to show itself and Mike weaves his way through a crowd of smokers outside the restaurant, steps in through the front door, nods at the hostess when she looks up at him from the reservation book in front of her.
“I’m here to meet Harvey Sp-“
She nods with a smile. “Sure. He’s waiting for you. This way.”
She leads him to a table toward the back and Mike meets Harvey’s eyes as the distance between them shrinks, as he sits. Harvey tilts his head slightly and refuses to drop his gaze, and Mike takes the menu from the hostess without looking at it when she holds it out in front of him.
He murmurs out a thanks. Harvey does the same, calls the hostess by name, orders a drink for Mike when he can’t seem to form the words to ask for one himself.
“So you come here a lot, then?”
“Enough.”
Mike nods, darts his tongue out to lick his dry lips.
They still haven’t broken eye contact and Mike feels it like a challenge now, every crinkle of Harvey’s eye, every twitch of the lips daring Mike to be the first one to break out of whatever this is, whatever they’re finally allowing themselves to acknowledge. Mike feels a little like prey, trapped by Harvey’s full attention, and it’s a dangerous, breathless feeling.
“So what did Anderson-“
“I didn’t bring you here to talk about work.”
Mike licks his lips again. “No?”
“No.”
Wow. I’m actually surprised by how much of a fight Marvey fans are putting up! GO MARVEY!!
http://www.afterelton.com/poll/2012/08/ultimate-slash-madness-tourney-round-one?page=1%2C0
they’re pulling ahead! *refreshes page*
They’re slightly ahead right now folks. VOTE!!
Path of Thorns
Life choices. Harvey knew he was good at making life choices for himself. Well, to be more precise, he was good at making his life choices work for him. After all, he was Harvey Fucking Specter, the man who spun straw into gold. If other peoples lives and needs happened to benefit from his life choices, great. If not, well there were very few people he gave a second thought about. That was just their poor planning, not his.
In fact, up until recently there were only a couple people he really cared about enough to think about the impact of his actions. His brother Jake, Donna and Jessica. They were the three people who knew him best in the world. And up until a year ago, they were the only people he would lay everything on the line and sacrifice himself for.
Then Rick Sorkin missed his appointment and this brilliant kid with a briefcase full of pot stumbled his way into Harvey’s life. Jessica had only been partially right when she said he’d hired Mike to amuse himself. Sure there was a thrill in having Mike as his little secret as well as his ace in the hole, but Mike had quickly become so much more than that.
Mike challenged Harvey in a way that few other people did. Not just on an intellectual level but on a personal one as well. Harvey found himself making choices he wouldn’t have even considered a couple of years ago. Found himself leading with his heart instead of his head. There were a half dozen times over the past year that Harvey could have, should have, cut Mike loose for his own self-interests. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Jessica was right. Harvey had chosen Mike over her. He regretted the fact that it’d hurt her on such a personal level, but he also knew that he’d make the same decision again. He would choose Mike over and over again. Put his job and his heart on the line. Even if Mike never chose him. Even if that choice was what could ultimately bring them all down.
USA Welcomes Modern Family
can we talk about mike and harvey being the mom and dad of the Suits family? can we?
I’m making squeaky squeeing noises here. I have to say, USA knows how to market like nobody’s business.
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