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"We're not taking restaurant recommendations from your secretary again."- Harvey Specter x Reader

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like it. I love this it's so cliché. Also we all live for Harvey being dometisc so here you go enjoy. Also keep the requests coming guys. Love you all 𓏲ּ𝄢𓏲ּ𝄢

Emetophobia, mentions of vomiting, slightly, otherwise that's it.

"So, how was the calamari?" The cool air brushed against your skin as you walked arm in arm with your lover. Your So Kate's clicking down the paved street, your stunning cocktail dress picked out by Harvey himself, the halter neck paired with a statement necklace- the one Harvey brought you after you'd pointed it out in a store window. The plunge of the dress allowed Harvey to plan all the areas he wanted to mark you as his own throughout the night. The flow of the dress, the skirt with it's deep purple embellished just above the knee, elongating your legs in a way that made him want to worship the ground you walked on, while the night air in Manhattan was chilly, the walk back to the car was brief, so you didn't worry about fumbling with coats and suit jackets.

"Good, a little chewy, but it was seasoned nicely."

"Chewy, huh." His face shifted, "For the price, I'm paying, it should be nothing less than perfection." Harvey leant down, opening the passenger door to his signature black ferrari and you slid into the seat smoothly.

"You know, I told you I don't mind splitting the bill every now and then." you offered sweetly, as Harvey moved round to the driver's seat.

"And I told you," He placed his hand on your thigh and positioned himself facing you, the space between both of you being minimal as he lowered his voice, sultry, and slow, the kind of tone that made you want nothing more than to cover him in hickeys and scream his name while gripping silk sheets "I'm a gentleman. You don't need to pay for dinners with me, especially when we both know you've got dessert covered." and Harvey did enjoy dessert that night, evident by your dress disregarded on the floor by the time you'd left the foyer of your shared apartment, the rest of your evening brimming with bliss and passion that sparked naturally between you both.

Morning light cascaded across the room, caressing your skin as you began to wake, following the rise and fall of Harvey's chest. Your morning serenity broken abruptly as you could feel your face turning into a pale shade of green.

Practically leaping to the ensuite, you towered over the toilet bowl as the familliar dreaded wretch twisted your stomach into a knot. You sunk down to the floor, pushing against the counter the awful conclusion settling in that you'd have to deal with this impending vomiting for the rest of the day. Your stomach now turning and churning, pulling into something that felt like punishment, until it dawned on you. Food poisoning. Knowing what it was almost made the pain in your stomach more irritating as you knew it would take practically all your effort to not vomit and shit at the same time. It wasn't like you hadn't been sick infront of Harvey before, you'd been together long enough that you've seen eachother struck down by colds and flu, but this was different. At least with a cold you could still manage your normal day to day activities, mainting your usual beauty with only a slight hiccup here and there. But with food poisioning, that was practically impossible, and that thought made you feel rather vulnerable. Hunched over a porcelian bowl, looking and feeling absolutely disgusting, you'd feel at your most unattractive and you had absolutely no idea how Harvey would react.

So when he pressed against the door way and cut through the silence, you didn't even want to look at him. "It was the squid, wasn't it?" You mustered a meek nod in response, feeling the slow gurgle build itself up again before pulling your knees close to your chest and placing your head in your hands. Harvey, crossed the room, and sat opposing you, charcoal grey sweats entered your peripherals and he placed his palm against your leg, offering sympathy. You sniffled as he ran his fingertips down your bare shin. You wretched again, another attack leaving your throat, Harvey acted immediately. Grabbing your hair and sweeping it into a handheld ponytail while rubbing meaningful circles down your back until you were finished. "Stay here." It was gentle, and against your ear, he left the room quietly and moved to the kitchen. You could hear the rustling as he potted about but you pushed the back of your head against the counter as all you wanted to do right now was be swallowed by a deep pit of despair.

Harvey returned with his usual elegance, now supporting two glasses and with his pockets much larger than before. Grateful, you took in the sight before you, Harvey at his most domestic, shirtless and barefooted, with slight worry gracing his face, hair unbrushed, he didn't have his sharp courtroom edges like usual, it was different. A sight he kept hidden, reserved only for the people he let see and in that moment you could only think about how gorgeous he looked. Harvey stepped into the bathroom again, he identified each item and placed them on the counter above you. "Cold water, with ice. Peppermint tea with 2 spoonfuls of honey- don't protest I know you normally take one. You need your strength." and then he crouched down, this time next to you and produced small boxes from his pockets. "When you're ready, I've got imodium, and some advil and-" He produced from his wrist, a single black hair tie with a small grin now laced across his face emitting just how proud he felt about himself for remembering this detail specifically. His hands swept your hair up into a bundle, he moved mindfully as he pulled it into a low ponytail. "I can go out and get anything else you need too, pepto or- " You cut him off.

"No, just...stay here. Please." He placed his arm along your back, and you made yourself comfortable against his shoulder, relief washing over you, your shoulders dropped with the huffed breath you let out through your nose.

A gentle laugh left his lips. "What..?" You questioned him, looking up with genuine concern. Really what an earth could be giggle worthy in this moment?

"I'm just thinking about how pretty you look in my shirt." His smile reached his eyes as he looked down at you. The shirt itself, a plain black t-shirt. Fitted on Harvey but baggy on you, the V-neck illuded slightly, to the top of your cleavage and the hem stopped at the just at the start of your thighs, leaving your legs bare and the shirt sleeves themselves just as short too. They'd been moulded to his biceps but when you wore it, they basked in the excess space and in that moment, Harvey could only think about how gorgeous you looked.

He was all too familiar with the vulnerability you felt in this moment, but he revered in the trust you'd bestowed to him, to allow him to be the person to take care of you. He took in your red nose, shakey hands and wet eyes, he couldn't be more inlove at this moment, and while that thought made him feel like a deer in headlights, the pride in his chest made him feel integral, he'd provide for you in anyway he could and he knew you needed him right now more than ever.

It was now late in the afternoon, you'd passed out on the sofa, accompanied by a fluffy blanket, an finished bowl of soup, tissues, medicine, and a recently emptied bin, used for anything you couldn't keep down. Your eyes twitched to the sound of fingers typing swiftly along a keyboard. The heavy clicking and aggressive clacking made you stir. Harvey sat on the other sofa, plush against the cushions. His jaw clenched with his eyes glued to the screen. "Harvey." your voice was hoarse, and your throat needed clearing and Harvey hummed in response. "What are you doing?"

He didn't look up, he continued typing with the same swiftness. "I'm drafting a lawsuit sweetheart."

"For who?"

He looked across to you then, something that wasn't quite guilt, but something similar was written along his features, like whatever he was about to say, he knew you'd disapprove. "Linguinie's."

You propped yourself up with your elbows, slightly shocked by the usual Harvey audacity of it all, but your protest fell short, "Harvey- you can't do that, baby no-."

"I can and I will, food poisoning is practically grounds for assault and besides there's emotional damages."

"Food poisioning isn't assault. Harvey," you sighed. "just leave it, they messed up a dish, it happens."

It was his turn to protest; "then it's negligence, I'm not going to 'just leave it'. If it happened to you then-" but it was your turn to cut him off.

"Harvey. Can you come over here please?" A simple ask, but impossible to ignore, the plead in your voice, he folded instantly. Begrudgingly, Harvey closed the laptop and made his way to your outstretched arms, melting into you like it was exactly where he belonged. "You don't need to sue them for me. I don't want you to. We can just find a different restaurant next time we go out to eat."

Harvey thought for a moment, ready to attempt a rebuttal, but the tracing of patterns on his back and the softness in your voice were easy convincers, he'd put his gun down, just this once. "Fine, but I'm not taking restaurant recommendations from your secretary again." And while your eyes returned to feeling heavy, you quietly agreed with him.

Linguinie's never faced a lawsuit, but word got around that they did suffer an unexpected health inspection, and while there wasn't strong evidence, there was enough for you to speculate that Harvey had been the one to prompt it.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ❦

Late Night Couch Drabbles - Bahng Chan x Reader

Hiii!! Okay so few things I want to get out of the way first. 1) Harvey Specter is NORMALLY the only person I write about, so I apologise but any requests asking for me to write for anyone else will rarely be answered- EXCEPT if you're @yuhhyezaaa because I love Yezaira my goat she IS the exception. It's mainly because I have to do extra research on the character/person as I do NOT want to mischaracterise them. Which leads me to 2) I know like NOTHING abt K-pop and SKZ, this was all pretty much based off of light research I did before hand, so if I mischaracterised Chan I am so sorry. Other than that, I think that's about it. I hope you enjoy 🩷

No warnings, just fluff.

The gloomy evening shrouded the city of Seoul. Skyrise apartments twinkled like stars, each one encompassing it's own stories with it's "normal" people, people that lived ordinary lives and worked 9-5s or more like 8-7s, people that didn't have to hide their faces and travel with security guards when they went outside. Your apartment was different. It wasn't flashy, or overally luxurious, but it was cosy, well-off and well kept. The couch cushions were plush and the orange hue of the side lamp portrayed a sunset. On the coffee table, various dishes now long finished, empty bowls and glasses left behind. Berry slept on fluffy carpet, never quite far from Chan but not intruding either. You however, were pressed up right against him.

Your face buried in the crook of his neck, palm pressed against his hard abs and the other preferred to rest on one of his steady biceps. His lips were still connected to your forehead, almost like they were stuck, like he didn't want to move incase you'd disappear.

It was obvious to absolutely everyone, the word 'busy' didn't begin to cover the general chaos he experienced day to day, his laptop was still out on the table even though it was bordering 9pm. The group's newest unreleased song still half mixed and choppy, now the song sat ignored as Chan finally found quiet. For the moment his bustling came to a slow, accompanied with the peace you brought. That's why he held you so close, so tightly, like he was praying you wouldn't slip through his fingers. One hand curled around your side the other reaching down to your hip as you lay entangled with eachother.

For him, you were like a breath of fresh air, you didn't see him as Bahng Chan, he wasn't the leader of StrayKidz, he was just Chan, he didn't have to perform, or be the 'dad of 7', he didn't have to play up for crowds and meet expectations, he just had to be himself and he absolutely adored you for that. You seemed like an antithesis to his world. So in these moments, where he could just be, he cherished everything small. The lingering of your perfume, how your soft skin felt as you traced along his own pretty porcelian version. The way you laughed when he said a joke, when he said something he didn't even think was that funny and yet he was honoured to hear the melody leave your lips. How those said lips felt on his, like he'd been sucker punched by billions of butterflies. However, what he loved the most about your relationship was that you didn't recognise him as this grand idol, while you each respected your seperate careers, when it was just you two, none of it mattered. It was as though he walked through the front door and all the worries and pressure slipped off his broad shoulders. You brought a sense of safety he'd been longing for, for a while.

He felt selfish in one sense, but you were something he kept hidden, it's not that he didn't want to show you off, gosh he wanted nothing more than to bring you to events and watch everyone's jaws drop as you both stun, dressed impeccablly- infact he couldn't help himself, he'd already toured you round the group, showing you off with such warmth and pride, introducing you as his Girlfriend and he'd already dragged you to Australia to meet his family, you'd barely been dating a month. But outing you to the fans was different, he loved them dearly but he knew they could be intense. He could tell almost every fan would love you but he knew there would be some that would step too far, some that would cross boundaries, and he loved you too much to risk that. He had no idea how you'd cope, whether you'd shrink from the light, or whether you'd adore it, or whether that light would cause you to shrink away from him. He couldn't play Lady Luck with this, no not with you. So you were kept secret, in these quiet moments where you both lay with synchronised breaths on the couch, covered in cashmere blankets and cosy pjs. It'd been hours, and neither of you wanted to move, to break the comfort of your sleep, frozen like a moment in time, like a photo.

Jeongin left his room, phone in hand with the ambition for a glass of water but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the two of you. Entangled in embrace, he didn't miss out on the opportunity for a photo. He moved around the living room in dead silence, and snapped a few. Then he tredded on to the quest for his glass of water. He finished the post and uploaded it, mischevious with his intentions but by no means malicious. Your face was covered in the photo, protected by your silky hair, but Chan's was visible, the sleepy serenity evident and Jeongin had mentioned him in the photo too- the comments wasted no time.

"Wait who is this girl?"

"Bangchan never told us about her!!"

"AHHHH STOP IM SO JELLYYYY"

"Berry my baby!!! She looks ADORABLE next to the couch!"

"The way he's holding her like a giant teddy bear oh my goshhh!!!"

"That should be me!!"

"Someone find out who she is NOWWW!!"

Jeongin returned back to his room, a big fat grin dancing across his face, he enjoyed the new found chaos he'd created. Leaving it for Chan to discover in the morning, his aim to stir up the fans and build attention for their new upcoming album seemingly working. You and Chan could tread the waters in the morning, deciding your next move. But for now, you continued your comforting embrace. Enjoying the quiet serenity you'd built for eachother.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ❦

The Tuxedo Jacket Incident - Harvey Specter x Reader

Heyyy, I'm not entirely sure if this is what you wanted but, as the ask was vague, I found an idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy bbg. xx

Smut, fingering, etc ( 𓏲ּ𝄢 = smut start/end)

She casted her spotlight upon to two of you, the moon. Like you were both centre stage in some rom-com. The background chatter and clinking of champagne flutes becoming much further away as your stilettos carried you down the block. Some charity event for a few clients, it all an excuse to dress up really. Harvey adorned his tux, extenuating his sharp edges while your dress was nothing short of stunning. Baby blue and off the shoulder, coming in snuggly at the hips and then drapping down into a larger skirt. It fit in all the right places, elevated you entirely, it was no wonder you had nearly all eyes laid on you at this event. The only problem with off the shoulder dresses is the walk home is almost agonisingly freezing, Harvey noticed immediately, you didn't even make it to the end of the street before he'd manoeuvred a way to get his black jacket around you, you didn't have to ask but you stayed grateful anyway.

The relationship between you and Harvey had never been anything simple. It was completely obvious to anyone passing by just how devastatingly inlove you two idiots were, but neither of you quite had to the guts to do anything about it. Partly out of fear, but mainly out of respect. Why would you fix something that wasn't broken? Why change it when you have a good thing going? A relationship is difficult, it's complicated and a whole load of work, but neither of you were quite content with staying friends. That's why charity events involved stolen glances, simmering envy, irrelevant dates, and both of you leaving in 2 seperate cars.

You sat in the solitary of the back seat, missing the meaningless conversation you both had that somehow meant the world to you because it was with him, the way he held to door open for you, as you said your bittersweet goodbyes. It was impossible to ignore the slow crawling ache in your stomach. Like something wasn't quite right but neither of you had done anything wrong. When you looked back up at her, her grey sparkle still emanating, you just smiled. No matter what the moon knew how to make it better, because she reminded you of him, and now she was the direct cause of the hushed buzz in your chest paired with the slow smile seeping along your lips.

Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the way his hand graced your lower back in that silently possessive way but regardless, your cheeks were rosy and the blush was creeping further along your neck. You pried off your louboutins and waltzed around your apartment. Removing your dress, slipping into night wear, however something prevented you from face-planting into your pillows and calling it a night. Harvey's jacket. Hung up but boasting with stilled pride, logically, you placed it delicately back upon your skin. It smelt like him. Strongly, that cologne you couldn't ever seem to get enough of, you wondered if he'd planned all of this and therefore sprayed more cologne than usual but even if he didn't, you just couldn't get enough.

Throwing yourself weightlessly into the fluffy blankets and fresh linen, you made youself comfortable, If you closed your eyes it was like he was right next to you, his pretty face, with his pretty hands, and the heat began to rise.

𓏲ּ𝄢 Your thoughts creeping in slowly, all you could think of was the possibilities of having Harvey in this bed next to you, and you hand moved down to feel the fabric of your panties. Slightly damp, as you started tracing circles, small circles against them, along your clit, and then you said it. His name, a quite breath he'd never hear but you'd hoped somehow the wind would carry it to him, the whisper danced off your tongue but it felt entirely natural. Your fingers moved delicately between your folds as your lace had somehow found its way onto the floor. When you'd finally pushed two fingers deep into you, bliss was too simple of a word for it, but your mind ran too fast to think of anything else. Now, rapidly imagining how irritatingly perfect he'd be at all this, how easily he'd find those spots that made you squirm and whimper, and how he'd get off on that. How his fingers would glide in and out with irritatingly perfect preciseness that meant all feeling in your legs would soon leave you.

And he'd talk you through the whole thing, condescending with his praise while his lips worked along your jaw, marking you, his possession aiming to show the whole world that you were his and if anyone had an issue he'd go out of his way to find the most ego-breaking way to fuck with them.

Shamelessly bucking into your hand now, your mind numbing as you chased the high impending ahead. A "You're taking me so well, princess." and a "That's my girl.", in his voice, that smug tone, and you were embarrassingly close, his name had now become a mantra along your tongue and the coil snapped. The slow release beginning it's descend into an inevitable deep, fulfilling, sleep, Leaving whatever post-clarity you had now to be dealt with in the morning. Hopefully you could at least pretend to not feel ashamed by your late night horny escapade. 𓏲ּ𝄢

You'd had the jacket dry cleaned by 10, throwing a cheeky dash of last night's perfume ontop of it, you silently prayed to whoever could hear you that everything would run smoothly and you wouldn't even think of last night when you saw him. Your colleague, in your mind, performing acts colleagues rarely do, no it would be fine, you're friends and nothing more, and literally nothing even happened between you two- so, why did it feel like it had?

Waiting for when Donna had left her desk for a coffee run, you decided that now would be the best time to move. "As a good samaritain, I'm giving you this back. It's a shame though, it looks so much better on me than it does you."

He raised an eyebrow and leant back into his chair, taking you in. "I bet it does." You turned to leave, but he spoke up again, "You think of me last night, while you did it?" and you stopped completely in your tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights, or a child caught in an insignificant lie.

Scrambling now the red creeped along your cheeks, and the words started to get caught bunching up in your throat "W-What? No..I-"

It was evident on his face it was meant to be a teasing jab, but he adorned a new found expression, curiosity mixed with something else, something enticingly dangerous. "Oh you definitely did."

Immediately met with rebuttle, "I don't even know what you're implying-"

"You know exactly what I'm implying." And then he inspected the jacket, holding the wrist and bringing it close to his face, "That would explain the stain here."

The planned attack of this comment signified the exact moment you gave the game away; "What stain? There isn't a stain because I had it...cleaned." and that was it, he knew, and he'd never let you forget that he knew.

The Specter smirk, the same smirk he used when he won at poker, or when he'd win a case by catching opposing council on a minor inconvience they had no idea about. A shit-eating grin. The embarrassment was evident along your features and he let out a low chuckle.

"You know what, this conversation is finished."

"It appears you're well practised at finishing." You scoffed dramatically at the childish immaturity and complete absurdity of it all.

"Harvey! You're insufferable. Entirely Insufferable." After your strained outrage you made your way for the door.

"I thought of you last night too." He said it so casually but it landed, but in regular Harvey Specter fashion, he covered his tracks before you had time to react, "Oh, and when you do finally decide to give me back my Miles Davis, make sure there's no cum on the record."

You clicked your tongue, and crossed your arms, leaning into your hip. "First off, I'm not even going to respond to that vulgarity."

"You see that's funny because you just did."

"Shut up. Second, you're paying for my bagel."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I'll see you at 12 Y/N."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

When you walked down the hall, putting up appearances, acting as if you didn't just face one of the most embarrassing interactions of your adult life, you stored away his little comment for later. It would definitely get brought up again at lunch, there's no way you'd let him get off that easy after that.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ❦

get awff my phone

Even though you already have this image 😡

First off, we say fuck you tumblr, for failing to save my previous draft. Anyway, I feel like Harvey would have some quiet fear but he'd never down right admit it and thunderstorms feel like something that would just make him nervous even though he knew it was irrational to think that while he was inside the safety of his home. This is entirely just fluff, cuteness and Harvey silently yearning for comfort. I hope you enjoy.

No warnings, just fluff

That was the one thing he'd always hated about the penthouse. While the view of New York was ineffable, you were closer to the impending brooding of the thundering clouds above. It seemed like glass shards were battered against the tall panels of the apartment windows before morphing into a waterfall-like swash down the rest of the building. The balcony doors were firmly locked, along with all the windows, he'd checked it twice, some even three times. Before walking over and sinking into the cushions of the cream couch, 2 fingers of scotch in his hand then placed onto the table. That was when he looked at you.

He'd ask Claude Monet to paint you if he were still alive. Vanilla candle light kissed your features, accompanied by a soft pale blue glow from your phone. You were curled against the cashmere throw pillows, a look of complete serendipity. Quite frankly, if anyone were to see you right now they wouldn't even guess that New York was facing one of the most aggressive storms it's seen this year. The truth is storms never really worried you, they actually brought you unexpected comfort. The constant patter of the rain reminded you of long car journeys, with self-proclaimed droplets that you'd watch trail down the backwindows, praying that you'd intuitively picked the right one to win against your family. However, for Harvey, storms never brought him the same quiet.

Although he'd never said it out loud, you'd read him well enough to know they at least made him anxious, so when he placed his hand along the back of the couch and put up the appearance of a man well rested, you'd decided to wait. If he needed you, he'd let you know. But you could see through the cracks, the way his jaw stayed strongly clenched, harsh. His hands balling into fists against his slacks before stretching out again, like he couldn't decide the best way to act relaxed. He cleared his throat, sharper than intended,

"You know, you're much too far away for my liking." that was when you looked up, his eyes meeting yours, it was almost pleading, an inkling for you to read between the lines.

You returned with a raise of your eyebrows, silently stating 'If you want something, you need to use your words' , a look he was becoming accustomed too. "There's nothing stopping you from moving to this side of the sofa, my love."

He huffed instead, before standing up, his index finger rhythmically tapping against his thigh. He was scrambling for some witty comment to fire back, but the interruption of the flashing white bolt, beat him too it. Snapping his head towards the turmoil outside, he swallowed gravely, with his pretty brown eyes widening as he suppressed the panic rising along the back of his neck.

"Harvey," He refocused on you, stiffly contorting his features back to anything that resembled his usual suave. "There's still a place for you over here." you gently patted the space next to you. Harvey parted his lips, ready to retort but the impending thunder boomed over head, in that moment he knew exactly where he'd rather be. He practically melted against you, placing his head against you hip as your manicured nails found their place threaded through his neatly tussled hair. You couldn't help but smile,

"Harvey, are you scared of thunderstorms?" "No."

His reply was too fast, like it was pre-planned, as though he'd already predicted that this question was coming and had now settled on the most self-sustaining answer. "Sweetheart, I wipe the courtroom floor with immoral business men for a living. Thunderstorms are the least of my worries." Your smile evolved into a stiffled giggled. "Y/n. Nothing about this is funny." he looked up and furrowed his brow, brining his lips into a pout, clearly offened by your small outburst.

"I'm not laughing at you honey," you ran you hand through the roots of his hair "at least not malicously." he made himself comfortable against you again, his mock offended features maintained as he pretended to busy himself in whatever episode of Star Trek had found it's way on the TV.

The duo act of the pensive storm made itself known again causing Harvey to immediately stiffen with a sharp intake of breath through his nose. "Everything's okay." you whispered softly, testing the waters. He ran his fingers down your leg, tracing swirls and mumbling "They're loud, obnoxious and entirely unpredictable. There's no strategy to when the lightning strikes, it does what it pleases, interrupting when it wants, and it just gets in the way."

You wrapped your free hand around the stem of your wine glass, "I know someone else who does what he pleases and gets in the way of, and I quote- 'immoral business men'." before bringing the rim to meet your lips.

"You are aware that I'm much better looking than those puffy clouds over there right?" You placed the glass back down on the end table before softly agreeing with him. "It's different." he let out a sigh, "I've never liked them. Even when I was a kid. Marcus feared them, but I couldn't let him know they freaked me out just as much as him. Dad wasn't normally home, and there was no way in hell I'd go to her, so we'd both have to stay up throughout the night, playing cards or, telling stories, anything to dampen the sound outside." These moments of vulnerability with Harvey were always ephemeral, but welcomed nonetheless. You felt nothing short of honoured really, that he let you in the walls he'd built so high, that he'd felt comfortable enough to let his still waters run deep as he removed his need to feel reticent during these murmured moments. Even while brief, the impact they left lasted.

"Hey," you said softly, he looked up at you then, his eyes piercing, percieving and calculating, still wondering if they just let too much go, "You don't have to play strong older brother anymore, you're safe here." His face conceeded. "The storm will pass before you know it. We don't have to stay infront of the windows if you don't want to."

The tension in his shoulders finally dissipated, his jaw unclenched, "I want to stay here. I want to stay with you." His last sentence barely above a whisper. In mutual agreement, you both settled into the plush of the cushions, resuming your previous activities now in eachother's comforting presence.

A newfound serenity and warmth, it made to storm seem much smaller than it was before and for Harvey, it was the first time in a while he could say he felt comfortable while New York battled the piercing winds and drowning down pour, even with the thunder roaring in the background, he relaxed easier, and much faster after each instance. His eyes were drooping now, and his breathing slowed, he muttered a quiet "Thank you.". The 2 words saying much more than you'd ever need to hear outloud.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ❦

Heyy, after seeing the influx of Harvey Specter fanfiction (thank you harveysbabydoll we all say in unison) I wanna start writing a lil. So here we go, I hope its good, constructive criticism is welcome and so are requests. Enjoy ♡

No warnings, just fluff

She couldn't help but smile to herself.

You had your arm drapped across his chest, a palm placed lazily upon a soft pectoral.

Your head had found it's place, content between the curve of his shoulder, nuzzled against his neck. His lips rested against your forehead, and he was able to embrace the scent of your condtioner. The one that makes your hair smell like ripe fruit and freshly bloomed flowers in the spring, the same conditioner he's become so accustomed to. The one you couldn't help but notice the pout he dawned when you suggested a new one.

His dominant hand grasped against your hip. Possessively, affirming, but not commanding. It said more than words ever could. It was Harvey's way of keeping you exactly where he wanted. His way of practically pleading with you to do nothing more than stay close to him. His knee covered yours as your legs twisted between themselves. His other hand was gently tangled in your hair, his thumb still persisting upon rubbing soft circles behind your ear.

The battle against sleep was one he'd lost shortly after you. Although it was certain this loss was one he wouldn't complain about. He was resistant, fighting hard to keep this fleeting moment eternal, doing everything he could to ignore the outside world and focus on the serenity you'd perfected right where he needed. The contrast between his bustling day and the warmth of you smile. The sharp edges of the world of law and the delicate curves you implemented into his life, after a long persistence. Harvey had finally realised when he was with you, he didn't have to be 'Harvey Specter, New York's best closer.' He just had to be Harvey. Himself, without the navy blue armour, and he knew you'd love him just as much regardless. Which is why, when he walked through the door, his suit jacket dropped, his shoulders began to slump and a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he wanted nothing more than to melt into your embrace and share requited whispers about eachothers hectic days. He cherished these moments more than anything.

However the villian of sleep, partnered with the homely lighting, the weight of his world against his chest, the warmth of the cream blanket, and the exhaustion from a 12 hour day, led to his pretty lashes kissing his cheeks and your breathing practically synchronised.

Picture perfect, neither of you felt the ache to adjust your position, completely comfortable in the calm you've created. Content with the rejuvenation of shared sleep.

The fire was dying out, strong flames now replaced by whilting embers, the movie on the TV was long finished, and the streaming platform's previews were getting tired of being ignored.

Jessica Pearson, sly with her enterance, placed her bag down on the marble counter, she stepped precariously in order to quieten her pristine red bottoms. She knew how much he needed this, how raw he worked himself, how he silently begged for your presence during his long hours. She knew how difficult it was to shut the demands of a law career out and allow the desire for quiet in. By the time she'd taken in the scene before her, she'd already decided. The firm could wait, it'd still be there in the morning- hopefully. He could deal with Daniel Hardman's tyranny on Monday, for now he deserved the rest.

While the firm could wait, the opportunity for a photo couldn't. She moved across the room, phone in hand, and basically bullied the shutter button with her impeccable french manicure, documenting this for later. Her mind running with the future opportunities for teasing she'd now been graced with. Her smile widening to a lined grin.

She turned off the television, before gathering her things and shutting the apartment door as silently as she could. The new images on her phone now yelling loudly for an Instagram post on her personal account. She'd already uploaded one with a suitable caption, by the time she reached the elevator. Leaving you and Harvey cemented in eachothers arms. Embellished in the tranquil you'd both worked so hard to maintain.

I hope you enjoyed. I do want to write some more so hopefully I'll find the time. That's it for now.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ❦