#harvey specter is a gift

[hrspcter]

👓

[rvspecter]

normandy - like taking candy from a little harvard baby

[thegrandharveyspecter]

what’s your fav gift to give (other than your presence)

"Hm, that's a good question. I usually get people more than one gift, and I try to have something in there that I made myself or had something personalized. It really depends on the person. I also have a tradition of getting everyone new coffee mugs."

[antvnger]

There's a big, Christmas themed wrapped package outside Scott's door. Inside, there's a smaller box and more wrapped gifts. Inside the small box is a coffee mug with Best Evel Knievel Knock-Off written on it. Next to that, there's an oversized Star Wars themed T-shirt. Stacked on top of each other are different sets of paint brushes and different kinds of paint. Then there's a book of short mystery stories. Lastly, there's a letter.

Dear ScottAnt-Kid,

Merry Christmas, Scott. I might've gone a little overboard here. Look at it as a thank you present throughout the year, not just a Christmas present. And don't complain about the oversized shirt. I bought it like that on purpose. I don't know if your dryer shrinks clothes, so I didn't want to buy a normal sized shirt just for it to shrink. You're welcome for being considerate. It's also come to my attention recently you like painting, so I thought I'd buy some supplies. I don't know what type of paint you use, so I bought watercolour and acrylic. Hopefully something's useful. Mike also says hi and Merry Christmas. Anyway, this is the longest letter written and my hand's cramping. Happy holidays.

-From your not friend, anti-friend, somewhat friend, half friend, Harvey

The big, Christmas-themed box certainly catches Scott’s attention, and when he sees his name on the box, that makes him extra excited. “Oooooooh, it’s for me!”

He quickly rips into the wrapping and gasps when he finds more wrapped stuff in the box. “Multiple presents! Yay!”

He unwraps each one and oohs and aahs over them, inspecting each and admiring them all. “Man, these are great! I love all of these. Why is the shirt so big though?”

Then Scott finds the letter and starts to read. He recognizes the script, but the Ant-Kid nickname was definitely a dead giveaway as to who this is from. “Holy crap, he wrote me a letter.”

He reads a little bit before laughing. “Ohhhhh that’s why about the shirt.” Then he laughs some more. “Merry Christmas to Mike too!” Then he laughs yet again. “Yeah, I bet your hand’s cramping, Pops, you poor thing,” he smirks.

He looks over everything and then rereads the letter and smiles softly. There was a lot of thought and care put into this. A lot more than Harvey’s letting on. It felt like one of those soft, “And the Grinch’s small heart grew 3 sizes” kind of moments. It was sweet, but Scott wouldn’t dare say so in front of Harvey.

“Merry Christmas, ya old softy,” he mumbles with a small smile.

[iamthatonefangirl]

harvey specter headcanons

if you know me irl, maybe just skip this one!

part two

part three

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harvey specter, who always sends your favorite burnt orange-colored roses to your desk to remind you of how much you mean to him. 

harvey specter, who thinks you shouldn’t want a thing. who gifts them to you before you even mention that new pair of shoes or purse you would love to have. 

harvey specter, who rests his hand on your thigh whenever you’re seated next to each other. no matter the occasion, or where you are. 

harvey specter, who craves your touch every time a new obstacle comes up with a case. who just wants to be with you and forget about every trial and tribulation he has to deal with. 

harvey specter, who can’t fathom your obsession with listening to the same songs over and over again. but behind the scenes, he’s orchestrating VIP tickets for the both of you to go see your favorite artist, before the tour has even been announced. 

harvey specter, who is much older than you, and has to remind himself that the looks you get from strangers don’t matter. who has to pretend to laugh with you when the waitress refers to him as your father, but really, he’s wondering what the hell he’s doing with someone twenty years younger than him. 

harvey specter, who is afraid to tell you he’s in love with you. he knows it, but he can’t get over his fear that you’re going to leave him. he just hopes you won’t leave him before he gets up the courage to tell you, to reassure you that he does love you, that it wasn’t you, it was his own insecurities. 

harvey specter, who lets you get away with everything. when you want him to come home from the office at a reasonable hour, even though he’s drowning in work, he can’t resist the way you say his name when you call his cell and ask him to come home, pretty please, Harvey…

harvey specter, who pays your bills before you even know they’re due. and when you confront him and tell him baby, I have a job, I can pay my own bills just fine but he insists and says it’s his job to make sure you’re taken care of. and if you’re really that concerned about it, he tells you, I have a few ideas of how you can pay me back. 

harvey specter, who doesn’t know what to do when you’re sobbing in pain, feeling completely helpless, trying to ask what he can do to just make your pain stop. and when you’re feeling better, you think he sounds like your mother when he can barely get the words out to tell you I just wish I could take your pain on myself so you don’t have to feel it. it’s the most heartfelt you’ve ever heard him be. and as you gently hold his face as you kiss him, you reassure him that you’re okay, and him being there for you is more than enough. 

harvey specter, who is so art deco!! Lana del ray anyone plz

nsfw ones: (seriously if you know me please leave now)

harvey specter, who slips both hands underneath your dress after a date night at the most expensive restaurant in town. who grips your hips tight as he grinds you down onto him, eliciting a whimper of his name from you, to which he tells you say it again, and you do, over and over again until you’re cumming on his fingers not long afterwards.

harvey specter, who can barely keep up with your young, early-twenties sex drive. but goddamn he does. 

harvey specter, who can’t help but fall to his knees the minute you tell him you get off to the thought of it. who puts his pride aside to give you that satisfaction because he loves you so much. 

harvey specter, who is shocked by how forthcoming you are about your fantasies after being prompted. who wants to try all of them immediately, but has to remember that patience is a virtue.

[snowviolettwhite]

Harvey Specter’s love language is gift giving and quality time because he always gives people he loves jobs where they work with him and get to spend all day together.

[paleprincessturtle]

Could you write a Harvey x reader being in a secret relationship because she's Mike's younger sister? Maybe she works at the firm as a paralegal or just likes to swing by to annoy her older brother from time to time.

Hey! Thanks for the request anon. Hopefully, I can capture your vision in my writings.

Feel free to send more requests.

Enjoy!

Bagels

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female Reader

If anyone is more important to Mike Ross than Rachel Zane, right now breathing on the face of the earth, it will be his sister. His baby sister. After the death of their parents, Mike always vowed to protect his sister. That was why Mike took it without hesitation when he got the chance to do an (almost) honest job with the firm. Mike admitted that maybe he got way too protective over her sister. She's 5 years younger than her, certainly an adult now. But in his eyes, she'll always be the little girl with teary eyes asking for their dead parents.

Unlike Mike, his sister wasn't gifted with a super brain. But she was gifted with super hands. She never took any culinary schools or any baking courses but she could bake anything and would taste heavenly. 6 months after his time at the firm, Mike could finally afford to help his sister build her own bakery. Conveniently, only around 15 minutes from the firm. Give or take.

When Jessica found out about Mike, his sister was the first person he confided in. They were pretty much sure that Mike would just be a cashier at her bakery. But when Jessica let it slide, his sister met with Jessica. Dressed as best as she could, she came to the office, asking for a Jessica Pearson. She wasn't there empty-handed, she brought with her a dozen eclairs and quiche. She didn't know whether Jessica was a sweet or a savory person, so she brought one for each possibility. Jessica wasn't necessarily happy when she saw her come into her office. But Jessica has seen tons of people, and she knew when one is genuine. So Jessica thanked her and upon tasting her baked goods, Jessica had an idea for her to take several of her products from her bakery every morning to the firm. Boy, was everyone happy when they saw fresh baked goods in the lounge.

That day was also the first time Harvey Specter laid eyes on Mike Ross' sister.

It was just like any other morning, Mike was sitting in his office when her sister came and threw a pebble to his head. "Bullseye!" she giggled and entered his office. Mike rubbed his forehead. "If I bleed, I'll sue you for violence." Mike leaned back in his chair as he observed his sister. "And I'll scream in the lobby that you're a..." she paused then took a deep breath, "FRAAAAUD!!!" Mike stood so fast from his chair about to catch his sister but she ran away and laughed.

She finally finished dropping everything in both lounges. But she made it a ritual to always drop some extras for everyone who know the truth about Mike. She dropped some in Jessica's office, Louis' office, now off to Donna, then Harvey's.

"Donna, you looked exceptionally gorgeous today. Is that a new dress?" she leaned over as she placed a small jar of pistachio cookies on her desk. Donna smirked and nodded towards Harvey's office, "he won't have any meeting for another hour. And Mike shouldn't be around too." She leaned even more forward to give Donna a kiss on the cheek. Donna also leaned forward to meet her halfway and let her kiss her cheek. She smiled and marched inside. "Sunshine," Harvey greeted her with a wide grin. He stood up from his chair and kissed her lips. "Hello, Mr. Handsome," she looked up at him as she admired his clean-shaven face. She turned her back and walked to take another small basket she brought with her. "Everyone got pistachio cookies today, but I made you bagels." Harvey's eyes got as big as the moon. "Aren't you the best. Now, I don't have to spend any lunch money."

Mike walked briskly towards Harvey's office with a stack of files. His findings were brilliant, he thought to himself. As he got closer to Harvey's office, he heard a muffled laugh. Not just any muffled laugh, his sister's muffled laugh. He glanced at Donna's desk and found it empty. So he invited himself in.

"Well, aren't you two cozy," Mike asked in a thick sarcastic tone. Harvey who was trying to take one of his signed basketballs back for Mike's sister stopped laughing and turned to see the intruder in his office. She also looked at where Harvey looking at. "Mike, catch!" she threw one of Harvey's PRECIOUS signed basketballs toward Mike. Mike dropped every file in his hands to catch the basketballs. Harvey smirked, while his sister almost exploded from laughing. What was on Mike's mind wasn't the now important files on the floor, which created a mess. But the fact that Harvey didn't even get mad when she touched one of his precious basketballs. Not only did she touch it, she threw it. Mike looked bewildered between the two important people in front of him right now. Ball still firmly in hands, he looked around. He saw no little jar filled with cookies. He found a little basket instead, filled with bagels and various spreads. Home-made spreads. Mike calmed himself as he walked and put the ball on its throne. "Bagels for Harvey? You know he likes bagels?" Mike pointedly looked at his sister, arms folded. "Who doesn't know what Harvey likes?" she tried to laugh it off. "Nice spending times with you guys, but not only you guys who have an empire to run, but so do I. Ciao!" She was about to go when Mike called out for her. "Sit," Mike ordered her. All these years being his sister, it was the first time she ever heard him using that tone on her. She obeyed. He observed the two of them. Harvey looked calm, much in contrast to his sister who looked like she was about to get busted for bringing a ton of cocaine. "You two are together?" Mike questioned. No one answered. "You two are together!" Mike gasped. "I thought she always brought you different things from her bakery because she ran out and had to give you leftovers. She always gave you your favorites. And you didn't get pissed at her touching your basketballs! Because you like her!" She was confused about what to do. Mike looked like he was about to lunge at Harvey but looked very much bamboozled. "Look," Harvey said as he walked past Mike to sit beside her. "We've been together, for the past 4 months." Another gasp from Mike. Harvey took her hand in his, waited for Mike's reaction. "Of all girls you could have.. It has to be my sister.." Mike said slowly. He looked at you, asked for an explanation. "He made me so happy, Mike. Really happy." Mike softened at his sister's response. When Mike looked at Harvey, he caught Harvey smiling down at his sister. It looked, genuine. As if he... "I'm not happy that you two kept it from me for months but I'm happy you two are happy, but," Mike stood in front of her and offered her his hand. "I need to talk to you," Mike said all serious. She nodded and squeezed Harvey's hand before she stood up. "And I have to talk to you after this," Mike said as he pointed his finger at Harvey. Harvey nodded, stood up, and patted Mike on the shoulder, before walking back to his desk. "Come," Mike rushed her outside. But before she left Harvey's office, she looked back at him and smiled. Harvey winked at her and she giggled. "DON'T WINK AT MY SISTER HARVEY!" Mike said without even looking as he rushed you out even more.

MASTERLIST

[spectersgirl]

So I don't know if something like this has been done before and I've read it and forgot or if I'm just making it up in my head because I'm obsessed with this man. Harvey x reader, she has a secret admirer who keeps leaving her flowers/notes/coffee in the mornings. she's completely oblivious to the fact that it's Harvey and keeps talking to Mike about it because he's her bestie.

I, too, am obsessed with this man and this is so cute!!

This is set before Harvey was a name partner, so the reader and Harvey are both senior partners!

Secret Admirer

Harvey Specter x Reader

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For the last week, you stepped into Pearson Hardman's bustling offices each morning, greeted by a newfound routine, a little surprise waiting at your desk. Orchids, sunflowers, perfectly crafted notes, cups of coffee just how you like them, it left you absolutely puzzled.

Your best friend and office ally, Mike Ross, became your confidant in this little mystery. Oblivious to the sender's identity, you shared each new surprise with him, both confused and flattered by the persistence.

"Another note and flowers?" you exclaimed, waving the latest gift in Mike's face in disbelief. "Who could be doing this, Mike?"

A knowing smile played on Mike's lips as he leaned back. "Sounds like someone has a crush on you"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I highly doubt that. It's probably just a kind gesture."

Unbeknownst to you, Mike held a secret of his own, a suspicion about the sender, and he was almost certain he was correct.

Meanwhile, in his corner office, Harvey watched you with a keen eye, a quiet amusement lighting up his features. At first, he only meant to send over one bouquet in secret and confess his feelings to you, but when he watched you look around for clues to solve the mystery, he found entertainment in this little game of secrecy.

Days turned into weeks, and the morning surprise of notes and gifts continued, while Mike quietly observed your obliviousness and Harvey's amused satisfaction.

One morning, Mike couldn't contain his amusement any longer. "I have a theory about your secret admirer," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, really? Do share," you replied, intrigued by his playful tone.

"I think it might be someone closer than you think," he hinted, gesturing not-so-discreetly toward Harvey's office.

Your initial disbelief gave way to an excitement you were able to mostly hide. "Harvey? That's...unexpected." A grin played on your lips at the prospect of the handsome man down the hall having feelings for you.

You never would've guessed Harvey as the romantic type based on his hard exterior. The idea of this put warmth in your chest.

Throughout the day, your eyes occasionally drifted to Harvey's office door, finding your mind wandering to all the possibilities of him and you, and wondered if you should tell him you knew or see how long this would go on, ultimately deciding you couldn't wait.

As the day wound down and most of the staff trickled out, you found yourself lingering near Harvey's office. The air crackled with a newfound tension.

Harvey stood from his chair and walked to you, leaning against the doorframe. A small smirk played on his lips as he observed you. "Finally figured it out, didn't you?"

You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of nerves swirling in your stomach. "Yeah, you caught me off guard, I have to admit I didn't expect Harvey Specter to be so romantic."

Harvey chuckled, quickly pondering his next move.

Without a word, Harvey closed the distance between you, his gaze intense yet tender. His hand cupped your cheek, his touch sending a jolt through your body. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded into insignificance. It was a gentle exchange, filled with unspoken promises and a hint of something deeper, a connection that had been silently brewing.

When you finally pulled apart, the air between you was charged with a newfound intimacy. Harvey's gaze held a warmth that hadn't been there before.

"How's that for romantic?" he whispered, and it sent a shiver through you.

"You're dangerous, Harvey." you warned.

"There's more where that came from," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

A shy smile tugged at your lips as you met his gaze, feeling a rush of emotions within you. "I look forward to it."

The unspoken understanding lingered, and as you parted ways for the evening, there was a new energy in the air—an anticipation of something more, something that had been quietly building beneath the surface.

As you made your way home, the memory of that tender, unexpected kiss played in your mind, leaving you both exhilarated and curious about what the future might hold between you and Harvey Specter.

[artists-ally]

I have a Harvey request if you’re taking them! He’s dating an UES socialite who actually cares about the world and people and isn’t the stereotypical aloof type. He tries to buy her a fancy gift (jewelry/bag/whatever) and she tells him to return it and he gets upset. Thank you!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

{Affection} Harvey Specter x Reader

Hey babes!!! Yes I am always taking Harvey requests!!! NGL I had to google what that meant and I hope I did this right 😭 Enjoy!! Title from this song.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: language, mild angst, fluff

Tagging: @rosedpetal @bbyanarchist

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For the past six months, ever since Harvey closed that deal with Smith and Klein, he has had a crush on their public representative, Yn. She is just… she is so pretty. And damn good at her job. She was responsible for representing his client and spreading word about their business on social media. 

But she was just different from the other upper east side assholes in New York. The way she talked and carried herself was enough to catch Harvey’s eye. 

In the last few weeks she’s been at the firm, trying to renegotiate the deal. Harvey took the opportunity to ask her out. To his surprise, she actually said yes. And their date that night had been lovely. At a quiet, riverfront steakhouse closer to where she lived. It was intimate and was a night filled with laughter. 

But there was just one problem. 

She never kept any of the gifts he gave her.

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READER POV

I scoffed. Was he serious? The blue Tiffany box sat on my desk, its obnoxious blue bow staring right at me. I flicked open the note.

Yn, maybe these are more your style. See you tonight for dinner – Harvey.

What a shallow dude. Was his ego bruised so badly by my three other rejected gifts that he had to send me a fourth? How did one of the smartest men in the world not get the hint? He was good at his job, at closing deals and stirring up trouble, but he seriously couldn’t accept the fact that I didn’t want any presents?

I just sighed, sliding it in the drawer in my desk until later. 

It was annoying enough when he bought me the first set of earrings, giving them to me on our second date. Way too early for jewelry, for one. Second, what was I supposed to do with them? To me it was nothing but a gesture of utter disrespect. Did my time mean so little to him that all he thought to get me were earrings? 

The watch was way worse. And the necklace with matching earrings was just horrendous. Sure, that does it for some girls, but I am not the type to wear it just to make him happy to see it around my neck. Diamonds and glitter can only do so much.

It was nearing our anniversary and clearly we were still not on the same page. Sure, were they pretty? Yes, but that wasn’t the point. 

After I sent my last email for the day, I wrapped my jacket around my shoulders and headed out of the office, tiny blue box in my hand. 

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“Don’t you look lovely,” Harvey grinned, accepting my kiss with more than a little enthusiasm. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I smiled, stepping through the door as he held it open for me. “Thank you.” “Of course.”

We were seated at our regular table immediately, the box, which I had stuffed in my purse now burning a hole through it. I caught Harvey looking at my ears, and anyone else would’ve missed the way his eyes dimmed. 

“Good evening, what can I grab you guys to drink?” The perky waitress asked, flipping open a notepad. 

“Just water for me,” Harvey said, scouring the menu.

“I’ll do an iced tea, no lemon please,” I decided. 

“Okay, I will bring those out for you in a few minutes. Take all the time you need to look at the menus.”

She bounded away and I took a deep breath. Any second now.

Harvey tapped his fingers on the tablecloth. He looked… tense. Then again he always looked tense. But this was a different type of discomfort. 

“You’re not wearing the earrings I gave you.”

Here we go. 

I just sighed, “Look Harvey, I-”

“You don’t have to be condescending.”

I paused. “What?”

“I think you’ve been planning on breaking up with me for a while now so just get it over with.”

I couldn't do anything but blink at him. My brain might’ve actually disconnected from my mouth. “Harvey, where on earth did you get that idea?”

“Well, what the hell else am I supposed to think?” Harvey’s eyes were wide, voice barely below shouting. “You don’t ever want to come to events with me, you’re hardly willing to go on dates. You clearly don’t want any of the gifts I keep giving you since you’ve given every single one of them back over the past few months. But you also won’t tell me what to get you so every time I go shopping, I feel like I’m blind. I have no god damn clue what it is that you like.”

“Because you don’t ask,” I shrugged, looking at the menu again. 

“What are you talking about?”

“If you ever bothered to ask, you’d know the answer."

“Well, I do ask. And every time you give me the same response.”

“Have you ever asked me why?” Harvey just stared at me, brows furrowed together. “As I was trying to say before, it’s not that I don’t think the jewelry is pretty-”

“Then what is it, Yn? Because clearly I am doing something wrong or you’re just fucking with me,” Harvey sighed, and that sad, defeated look crept into his eyes. 

Guess I'm just going to have to be blunt.

“I don’t give a shit for the jewelry,” I said honestly.

“But- but why?” Harvey threw his hands in the air. “It’s some of the best money can buy.”

“Which is precisely why it bores me. You can only say so much with a pair of earrings and a necklace, Harvey. To me, it screams lazy and mindless. Anyone can get anyone a pair of earrings.”

“Well, what do you want? Anklets? Ear cuffs? How about-”

“I want conversation,” I explained, setting down the menu and really taking him in. He was still. “I want good, meaningful conversation. I want thoughtful gifts like a new bookmark or a little porcelain cat you saw in a window and thought it looked like mine so you bought it for me.”

“You don’t have a cat.”

I couldn’t suppress my glare. “That’s not the point. Harvey, I like you a lot. And I do think you’re great, but you aren’t seeing me. You aren’t looking beneath the surface, you’re just going off your past instincts of what girls like. I’m not those girls.

“I am not a complicated person. Surprise visits and late night drives me more to me than anything you could ever buy in a store. I like being spontaneous and going to new places. And before you even think about it, no, I do not mean booking an all exclusive resort in Jamaica and flying first class. I want to go to museums and grab lunch on the way at a little cafe. To discover hidden gems in this city and make actual memories, not collect material ones. 

“I like authenticity. And I don’t know anyone who is more themself than you are, Harvey. That is what I like about you. You are not afraid to show your personality. You are unapologetically yourself, and I love that about you. But you haven't given me the chance to show that side of myself."

Harvey took in a big breath, nodding in understanding. 

“I am looking for something real. For you to really understand me and what makes me happy.”

“I get it, and I’m sorry I never thought of it that way. Most of the women who I’ve dated in the past tend to go for the biggest, boldest, baddest diamond on the shelf. I started getting offended when you kept sending the jewelry back. I couldn’t figure it out no matter how much I thought about what to get next.”

I smiled, reaching for his hand. He placed his fingers in my palm. “I am not a materialistic person. Earrings and necklaces mean nothing to me. Just a piece of sparkly rock that I’ll probably lose at some point. Or break.”

“So what you’re saying is I should just never buy you anything expensive ever again? Perfect, saves me more money to take you on all those vocations you don’t want to go on.” “Oh hush,” I giggled, easing at the sight of his smile. “Not that those things aren’t nice, I just don’t appreciate them the same way others do.”

“I understand,” Harvey said. “So, would you like to get out of here and go do something spontaneous?”

My heart swelled. “I’d love to.”

[spectersgf]

— masterlist ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

༊ – smut

☁︎ – moodboard

୨୧ – request

ᥫ᭡ – personal fav

⊹ goodbye kiss

harvey's trying to get you in his bed. you just want a kiss goodbye.

⊹ lingering gazes

your annoying work-crush colleague interrupts your very important work, for the sake of pasta (and maybe more).

⊹ beach getaway ᥫ᭡

the ocean treated you almost as well as he did. almost.

⊹ cake by the ocean ༊

birthday + beach + boyfriend = recipe for pleasure

⊹ bookstores and brothers ୨୧

a hotshot lawyer walks into a café bookstore and meets a pretty barista. the world is smaller than he thinks.

⊹ dating harvey specter ☁︎ᥫ᭡

⊹ bookstores and brothers ୨୧

a hotshot lawyer walks into a café bookstore and meets a pretty barista. the world is smaller than he thinks.

⊹ dating mike ross ☁︎

⊹ dating tyler owens ☁︎ᥫ᭡

⊹ driver's seat storm chasing ༊

he was about to take off again, chase another storm, leave you worrying for hours upon hours. the least he could do was give you a parting gift.

⊹ stargazing date

after years of bugging you, tyler finally takes you on a date

⊹ dating married to james potter ☁︎

[hrspcter]

🖤🖤🖤

[thegrandharveyspecter]

So you hoard mugs then 👀 Can I have a mug?

"I prefer the term collect. Anyway, what else am I supposed to drink my coffee from? Wine glasses? That's weird. I don't give out mugs to random people either, sorry. They're for people I know."

[Reference 1] [Reference 2]

[loverofsoups]

Scenes i wish i saw in suits

- when mike and harvey are going to atlantic city and mike fucks up his bowtie. Where was the scene of harvey fixing it for him? Yeah fuck you directors it shouldve been there

- donna and harvey playing pool. Donna beats him. Harvey refers to it as ‘the accident of 08’. She never lets it go. Mike hears about it and thinks that harvey pissed his pants in 2008

- trevor and mike fresh out of high school running from yhe cops after stealing something. Could be anything idc honestly. Just want them to run with their hoods on, find a corner and then look at each other and laugh as they realize they successfully got away

- donna and mike staying late in the office one day for no reason other than they got caught up talking and neither wanted to go home. They camp out in harveys office, drink his scotch and play his records. Harvey finds out about it a couple months later and ignores them both for a whole day (mike thinks hes mad bc they used his stuff, donna knows its bc he wasnt w them)

- trevor leaning against mikes cubicle (harvey sees)

- jessica personally delivering harveys birthday gift to him in the DA’s office (the gift was a business card that said ‘Harvey Specter - Associate’) and having an intimidation-off with cameron. Donna still talks about it

[schpela]

Fortnight-Taylor Swift ft. Post Malone

(Harvey Specter x reader)

Summary: After a fortnight spent together they break it off deciding that it’s better to continue their friendship rather than a romantic relationship even though neither of them really want that.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, cheating

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I was supposed to be sent away

But they forgot to come and get me

She couldn’t handle it anymore. Seeing him day after day walking the halls with a smile on his face, a smile that wasn’t there because of her. She wasn’t the reason for the good mood she wasn’t the reason for the smiling because as far as she knew she never had that impact on him.

I was a functioning alcoholic

‘Til nobody noticed my new aesthetic

Every day started with a cup of coffee and every ended with a bottle of vodka. She knew that she had to get away, back to Europe back to her hometown. She knew that if she stayed it would kill her. The alcohol was already catching up to her she couldn’t focus, her work was sloppy and the time for her to get her act together was running out.

All of this to say I hope you’re okay

But you’re the reason

She wished him all the best the last time they spoke but while she meant it, somewhere deep inside of her she hoped that he was hurting just as much as she was because he was the reason for her spark disappearing and she didn’t see herself getting it back anytime soon.

And no one here’s to blame

But what about your quiet treason?

He wasn’t the one she should blame and she didn’t, but at the same time he was the reason for her pain, she wasn’t the reason for his but he was for hers. The whole firm was watching the drama unfold the gossip was spreading quicker then wildfire and both parties were oblivious to that. But she was determined to appear as though she was more than fine because no one is going to get the pleasure of seeing her fall apart.

And for a fortnight there, we were forever

Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather.

For a fortnight she didn’t have to think about anything else but them. Hidden away under the sheets of his bed where promises of forever where made. Promises that now she realized where nothing more then cruel lies. Now she runs into him in the hallway he makes a comment about the leaves turning brown and the mornings getting foggy and all she does is smiles because he remembers that fall is her favorite season. But that’s all they do, there is no more stolen glances and kisses in the file room because there is no more them now is just two individuals with a thousand memories.

Now you’re in my backyard, turned into good neighbors

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her.

She occasionally runs into him in her office when he needs help with a case. They both act as though there isn’t history between them as though their eyes don’t speak a thousand words but both of them know that their story isn’t finished just jet. She notices the blonde woman that comes by his office every day she brings him lunch, his smile gets bigger every time she drops by. Sometimes she brings pastries to other partners and it makes the hatred even bigger. She so cheerful so kind so happy she’s perfect for him.

All my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february

I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary

Time didn’t pass quicker if anything it slowed down. It didn’t matter if she buried herself in a case or if she did the things she loved the most she felt like she was stuck. A guy, tall, fit, green eyes, brunette the CEO of a big company what more could a woman want in a man? And for a week she forgot everything about him because this new guy he was perfect took her out to dinners bought her gift brought her flowers but after a month she didn’t want anything to do with him. But even though she didn’t like him anymore she stayed with him every day hoping that he could fill in the hole that she felt in her heart.

And I love you, it’s ruining my life

I love you, it’s ruining my life

She needed him the same way she needed air, she couldn’t live without him. The relationship that didn’t last more than a fortnight ruined her life but what she didn’t know was that he was hurting just as much if not more. His apartment was full of memories and even though it’s been over a month he could still smell her on his sheets it was haunting him. He still occasionally found a thing or two of hers like a hair tie or a necklace she was everywhere it was ruining his life.

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, but I touched you

Her lips on his, his hand on her cheek hers in his hair, their bodies intertwined. Every time he touched her he did it like it’s gonna be the last and she touched him with the same amount of passion because for a fortnight it was just them hidden away from the world and their worries.

And for a fortnight, there we were

forever

Run into you sometimes, ask about the

weather

The blonde woman wasn’t her. He couldn’t bring her to his apartment in fear of erasing memories that they’ve made. She made him feel loved but even though it looked like it he wasn’t sharing those feelings. He didn’t love her he knew that he never will she didn’t make him want to be a better man she didn’t make his heart skip a beat every time he saw her. He put on a smile, pretended he was happy, walked the halls with a smile and he hoped that people around him would buy a lie that even he himself couldn’t. The woman that he wanted wasn’t walking the halls with a fake smile truth be told she wasn’t wearing a smile. Every time he run into her he made a stupid comment on the weather just to see that smile that could make his day in a second.

Now you’re in my backyard, turned

into good neighbors

Your wife waters flowers, I wanna

kill her

He still occasionally showed up in her office asking for help on a case that needed no help of hers but he wanted a reason to talk to her see the way her mouth opens just a little bit every time she gets lost in a case and the way her eyes light up when she finally finds a loophole. In short he wanted to be near her. But the blonde woman was still there she called, she dropped by, she brought him dinner. It wasn’t exactly her fault they were in a relationship but what is a relationship when only one person is involved. He had to end it, and he did.

And for a fortnight, there we were

together

Run into you sometimes, comment on my sweater

They may have been together for a fortnight but that didn’t mean that he didn’t spoil her. He bought her a sweater that he saw once in a store years ago and the furst thought he had was “God she would look amazing in that.” and now on a random Wednesday she wore it and he of course made a comment on it when walking past her and for a second there he saw that light in her eyes shine.

Now you’re at the mailbox, turned into good neighbors

My husband is cheating, I wanna kill

him

She didn’t know why she decided to take him up on the offer to drop her home, but now that they were already walking to his car it was too late to back out. She was in a relationship she knew but in a relationship where the guy was actively cheating and even though it made her want to kill him at first she wasn’t emotionally in the relationship so who was she to judge.

I love you, it’s ruining my life

I love you, it’s ruining my life

When she took him up on the offer she didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. A thousand unspoken words hung in the air above them just waiting patiently for them to realize something had to be done. But they ignored them continuing their meaningless conversation. She noticed the way his eyes every once in a while lingered on her she loved the feeling. She loved him it was ruining her life.

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, I touched you

Neither of them noticed when he placed his hand on her thigh. It was such an instinct for him to touch her like he touched her then because in the end of the day they were made for each other.

I love you, it’s ruining my life

I love you, it’s ruining my life

She was in his car in his presence where she belonged. Every once in a while when he looked at her and she was already looking at him his heart skipped a beat. She was just sitting there in his ferrari hair all over the place because of the wind and it his eyes she never looked more beautiful. He loved her it was ruining his life.

I touched you for only a fortnight

I touched you, I touched you

When he parked in front of her apartment complex the only thing he wanted to do was turn the car back on and drive her to his apartment but he held himself back. One look from her was enough for his lips to be on her, her hands in his hair and his on her cheeks just like they were once before. Maybe the puzzles were finally starting to fall back into their places.

Thought of callin’ ya but you won’t

pick up

‘Nother fortnight lost in America

That night she laid in her bed unable to sleep. She could still feel him on her. The thought of calling him was overwhelming, but it was the middle of the night he wouldn’t pick up. She didn’t want just another fortnight she wanted a lifetime.

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won’t start up ‘til you touch,

touch, touch me

She knew that moving back home and starting a new life wouldn’t be a solution because she could never forget him. She won’t be able to continue her life without him. She can move away, start a new life, met new people but without him, she won’t be able to really start living.

Thought of callin’ ya but you won’t

pick up

‘Nother fortnight lost in America

Standing on his balcony looking at the city skyline he wished that she was there. He lost count of how many times he brought up her contact meaning to call her but decided against it. It was the middle of the night she wouldn’t pick up anyway. He knew that she was it for him. He couldn’t spend another fortnight without her.

Move to Florida, buy the car you want

But it won’t start up ‘till I touch,

touch, touch you.

Standing in the familiar elevator he went over every single interaction they’ve ever had. From the moment he met her when he poured a cup of coffee down her sweater to the kiss they shared just hours ago. She consumed his thoughts. He knew that no matter what he did he couldn’t continue living without her. It felt like he was standing there in front of her front door for a million years before they finally opened up and when they did he said it, those three words that have haunted him day and night, “I love you”. It took her exactly half a second to say it back, exactly half a seconds to be back in his arms where she belonged. And after the past months being a pure torture, both of them had finally found their way back to each other, found their way back home.

[i-cant-sing]

Was feeling down so I talked to one of my uncle's from my mom's side and he and his wife, my fav aunt, were telling me to catch the next flight as soon as my exams end and it then reminded me how much of a spoiled princess I am when I am with them.

Like even when I was a child, I used to visit them a lot and they're both like rich rich, very much self made (like my uncle's a lawyer with his own firm, kind of like Harvey Specter but more smart and without any arrogance and ego issues, and my aunts works in advertising for this really luxurious chocolate company).

Anyways, I was saying that I am super spoiled by them because like mu uncle would send me an airplane ticket whenever I was missing them, and they'd buy me loads of gifts and I loves staying at their "not really a mansion" but still very big house, that had more servants and guards and house help than I could ever count for, and they ALL LOVED ME TOO OMG. Like fr, even one of their oldest drivers and house guards are so protective of me to this day, that they'd still interrogate whenever someone would come by their house (usually my cousin's from dad's side of the family so I didn't really mind😭) and would still rather drive me around the city all day and night than let me get an uber.

And like my uncle and aunty, even though they have a kid now (who I love to death and regularly remind that even though she might be the apply of their eyes, I am still their princess. Yes, I am 11 years older than her. No, I still don't let her win in games. Yes, she has the same sense of humor as me and is also into anime. And yes, we practically do look like twins.) They still very much spoil me rotten. From taking to super exclusive restaurants where even A list celebrities struggle to get in, to literally taking me on those shopping sprees and you see in those chick flicks.

And I'm not even gonna start om their whole ass collection of the coolest cars😭😭😭 I do feel like a celebrity with them black tinted windows and the way the driver would just slowly drive ahead or away whenever he thought some guys next to us were "trouble" or "bad crowd".

And you guys might say? Yeah your family loves you. Big deal. Family is supposed to love family. Yeah, well i got a brother as well and I ain't seen 1 single picture frame of him at their house????? Not to mention the whole ass file of pictures of me in their phones???

In their eyes I can do no wrong, and the only time they'd yelled at me was when I tried to pay for a plate of tacos at a food festival (no cause my heart cracked a bit when my aunt pulled my hand away and literally told me off "Snow, stop making a scene. You are NOT paying." And when i was like 7, i was playing outside my house and then suddenly my uncle picked me up and to the side and yelled at me "CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE CARS HONKING?! YOU ALMOST GOT RUN OVER!!!" and i only burst into tears because why would my fav person in the world yell at me??? In hindsight, that shouldve been a sign for them to have me and my attention span checked out😭😭)

Anyways, now that I think about it, they are kind of like those protective yanderes that I write about. Even the house help and my little cousin's nanny act like that😫

The way these exams have drained me this year, I for real am gonna go there again this summer because I deserve princess treatment only😭

With my brother's wedding coming up this year, my aunt was asking me about my love life and I told her I didn't have anyone rn, and that I probably will end with marrying whoever my parent's or my Muslim neighbours choose for me (no cause they're like family too and my friend's mom said that she can definitely set me up with someone who is worthy of me🥰🥰 and I though she was kidding but then she showed me like 8 guys and ngl... they were pretty. Like wattpad blue eyes with kohl, and tanned skin pretty) and they both kinda looked concerned at first and I assured them that whoever I would eventually marry would need to get your guys approval first and I'm not kidding when I say that my aunt had a sad smile om her face as she nodded and said of course, while my already stoic looking uncle looked even more upset before leaving to get himself a drink.

[amanuliminal]

um um !! ten people i'd like to know better :3c

tagged by @wwoofington mwah mwah

last song: eScape MY FUCKIG BELOVED eSCAPE subjecting you all to ffxiv music :)

favourite colour: ourple :3c ourple and cream white or very occasionally a vibrant aquamarine

last book: Well. A certain dog will chew me out for this but . OH WAIT NO NOT HOUSE OF LEAVES !! my last read was Ringu by Koji Suzuki :3c amazing novel :3c currant-ly trying to finish house of leaves (ill finish someday trust)

last movie: Transformers One . That Thang Was Amazing . ily badassatron

last TV show: Suits :3c god bless u harvey specter ily harvey specter . and also mikey <33 woofs was right mikey is so puppyboy <33 jessica ilysm and louis ur a cunt but also silly so its okay

sweet/spicy/savory: SWEET AND SPICY AMEN

relationship status: the soup's cooking :3c

last thing i googled: 'how to refund a game you gifted on steam' friend didnt have the PC req's for dead island 2 :((

current obsession(s): HOLY SHIT FFXIV ARGHGHGHGHG that gayme is so sexy .. i love my WoL she's so prideful and batshit crazy i hope she gets put in her place by Y'shtola or someone else i mean what :) and also a bit of ffxvi :3c beebs got me into clive and cid as well sigh. ALSO ALSO dead space :) ogh its so fuckig yummy and for what

looking forward to: ALSO SO MANY THINGS !! - MONHUN WILDS AAAAAAAA - finishing hs holy shit im so ready to be done w high school - the izutsumi figure i got thats coming in like march or smth idk - bartending :)