#suits: mike ross

[marvelsgirl616]

Donna said “this little disastrous twink is perfect. We’re keeping him” 🥹❤️

[cosmicghafa]

mike ross rlly walked into a room and dropped a suitcase full of weed and harvey specter was immediately like yes him i like him i would die for him i would kill for him i love him more than life

[butdaddyilovehimmm]

Mike may be a puppy, but sometimes Harvey's just a guard dog off his leash.

[sara-likes-things]

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[lesbiandarvey]

this was a confession of love btw

SUITS → 3x01 “The Arrangement,” dir. Christopher Misiano

[godofstory]

Harvey specter , the inventor of Heart Eyes😍

get yourself a man who looks at you the way Harvey looks at his Mike Ross

[the-bluespirit]

PATRICK J. ADAMS and GABRIEL MACHT from Suits (2011-2019) at the 81st Golden Globes

[marvey-sideblog]

[heartsuits]

marvey week day three : overprotective

[luckiestcharmz]

[ishkabibblethings]

[loverofsoups]

This is one of the sexiest clips in the entire show idgaf the way Mike leans in and Harvey leans back is sooooo

[butdaddyilovehimmm]

SUITS 1.10

THE HAND GESTURE TO SIT HELLOOOOO

[preacherboyd]

Suits | 1x01 Pilot

[iulovemaze]

no wonder everyone kept calling mike harvey's boytoy in season 1 lmaooo. harvey was walking around on the phone singing "mike we got work to do~ where are youuu~ oohh I'm looking at you right now, in conference room C~~~" New York's best closer joking around on the phone with his golden boy and acting like a giggly teenager.