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He looked up at the sound, eyes narrowing at Mike, noticing the clearly old polaroid camera in his hands, fingers lifting off the button, eagerly looking at the photo that was being ejected.
“What do you think you’re doing?” questioned Harvey, raising an eyebrow at Mike.
Mike simply placed the photo face down, allowing it to develop, rocking back and forth of his heels as he waited.
In the absence of a reply, Harvey spoke again.
“You know it’s not the 1980s anymore, smartphones exist.”
Mike simply waved him off, before turning around the polaroid excitedly showing Harvey the picture of him. Harvey’s eyes stayed focused on the joy clear as day on Mike’s face, even as he tucked the photo away, a fond smile growing in his face, unbeknownst to him.
or; Mike finds his dad's polaroid camera.
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16 Sep 2026
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What do they call it? Cognitive dissonance.
That's what it felt like - avoidance wrapped in tenderness.
A game of how long can we put off the 'what are we?' before it's so disgustingly domestic that we're getting each other coffees, fixing each other's ties and talking about new year's plans?
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16 Sep 2026
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In which Mike finds himself celebrating New Year's Eve at Harvey's apartment. (Harvey's his boss, they might be friends, but... maybe there's more to it than that.)
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16 Sep 2026
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Suddenly needing to be even closer, Mike leans down until their chests are almost brushing, one forearm resting right by Harvey's head and caging him in, unwilling to pull his other hand away from where it's stuck to Harvey's waist. This close, he can clearly see how Harvey's pupils dilate, eyes flicking between Mike’s eyes and mouth.
"Light it up for me, baby?" Mike purposely pitches his voice a little lower just to see how Harvey reacts, drinking in how the older man shivers and how his pink tongue swipes across pinker lips at being called a petname. He's incredibly glad the joint is taking up most of the muscles in his mouth- otherwise he'd be grinning something terrible.
Harvey Specter likes being called baby. A voice sings in his brain, terrifyingly similar to the one that had pointed out the way Harvey chased his mouth after every touch, Harvey Specter wants to be good for you and wants you to call him baby.
or: Harvey Specter wants to learn how to shotgun. Mike Ross is more than willing to teach him. They both end up getting more than they bargained for.
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16 Sep 2026
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New Year’s eve is all about making a future; a promise to keep all to yourself. And Mike vows to make this one count. If he managed to fuck up all years before this – well, maybe all years before Harvey hired him – then he’s definitely going to make up for it tonight.
When the clock strikes midnight, he’s going to kiss Harvey Specter on the mouth. Hopefully.
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Pearson Hardman's annual new year's eve party might sound like a grand old time, but Mike has other plans. Other plans that might make or break him. There’s too many variables here, too many things that can go wrong. Fuck, maybe he should just go home.
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14 Sep 2026