Suits: Fic Bit Prompt

[phrenitis]

I need a distraction. And I'm frustratingly stuck on finishing this Suits fic. So. If there's anyone still on LJ? Watching Suits? Into Donna/Harvey? - PLS HALP.

Give me a prompt for Donna/Harvey and I'll write you a one to three sentence fic. Example: prompt - a realization at sunset.

Comments

[mylittleredgirl]

I just noticed you can get that on Amazon Prime!! They said it was for free but I am suspish.

[phrenitis]

Ooh yes! They put season one up a month or so ago, I think. And streaming free stuff with Amazon Prime is my happy place. It's essentially like Netflix - watch on your computer, or phone/tablet device, or TV/BluRay player if it has the app, AND NEVER LEAVE THIS CRACK DEN.

I would throw up rainbows and unicorns if you got into Donna/Harvey and wrote fic. I'm just sayin'.

[mylittleredgirl]

In the meantime I will write you three sentence fic about Torri and Joe? Best I can do!

[phrenitis]

HOMG. ACCEPTED.

[magisterequitum]

The One With The Cat

[phrenitis]

It’s not the most unusual moment of his career, but it cracks the top ten, so that’s saying something. He hasn’t been named in a will since - well, it’s been a long while - although he should have seen it coming; the Johnson widow had always been a bit eccentric.

He’s relatively unscathed at least, the crate keeping all but the floating tuffs of white fur safely contained. He says animal shelter as soon as he gets in the car, but Ray gives him a look and takes him back to the office instead.

It has a name - Lady something or other - and comes with an absurd number of boxes of things that leave him both appalled and slightly curious. He expects it’ll take an irritating amount of time to deal with placing his newly inherited cat somewhere not in the vicinity of his place, but Donna takes one look at him and points down the hall.

“Louis,” she says.

And that’s the end of that.

[bristow1941]

OMG, I love it. Only thing that's missing is a Harvey freakout over cat hair on his suit. It's so perfect that Ray looks right through him and takes him to the office.

[phrenitis]

Haha - I actually debated writing that in, too!

And I love that Harvey has these people in his life who obviously respect him a great deal, and are incredibly loyal, and who serve and support him, and yet are also sometimes the people who know exactly what's best. :D

[anr]

I'm here! And ridiculously blocked on my own fic (not Suits, unfortunately). :(

Prompt... prompt... kissing in the dark. :)

[phrenitis]

The lights cut out precisely at midnight, and it takes him a moment to realize just how late it is - Friday tipping over into Saturday without the least bit of fanfare. The building’s weekend safety lights extend only as far as the hall leaving the library in blocky-shaped, inky shadows that closely surround them. He hears, rather than sees, Donna step toward him as she tries to find her way out from the bookcases.

“I’ll call it in,” she says, and he can just hear the way her voice fades at the end because she’s tired. “Another hour?”

He means to steady her when she trips, to reach out for her arm so she doesn’t fall, but he misjudges the timing and distance. Donna’s closer to him than he thought, and he ends up catching her across the waist, her hand falling to rest on his as she regains her balance.

It’s her touch that throws him. He's rarely at a loss for words, but sensation overtakes thought and he only knows how her hand is soft against his, the contact so unexpected and completely impossible to see. And he suddenly wants to

[anr]

This is lovely, lovely, lovely! Thank you, bb. :)

[phrenitis]

<3

[phrenitis]

[Um. I went for the first option, and this is what came out?]

“We’ll get a drink,” he says after their first month, the statement confident and cocky like he knows how it all ends. “Dinner, too.”

She already likes that he can be so unapologetically shameless - a knowing smile and direct gaze that says he fights for what he wants - that he wins what he wants, too. And he’s not joking about throwing unspoken rules to the wind and wining and dining her straight into his bed, but it’s an offer they both know she’ll refuse.

Attraction notwithstanding, she’s seen the first-rate lawyer beneath his youth and pride. The diligence and responsibility he applies to his cases is only surpassed by dedication to the truth and a flare for the competitive that exercise all her talents in order to keep him out of trouble and in the know. She’s always before made bad choices with men that need her.

“I thought romantics were a dying breed until today,” she remarks wistfully.

“Hey,” he says, feigning offense. “It’s a legitimate proposal.”

“Do

[lizook12]

No one took it on comm fic-a-thon so, tan lines.

[phrenitis]

“You look rested,” he comments when he gets in to the office and stops at her desk. It comes out casually, like an off-hand observation. But of course that’s exactly what it is, so that’s fine. Sometimes he notices things; it doesn’t mean he cares.

“I feel rested,” she agrees. There’s a secret little smile at the corner of her mouth that she’s sharing with her thoughts, not with him. And yeah, he notices that too. She glances up at him then, the weekend-away-smile still in her eyes

[lizook12]

This is way too much fun. I love the subtle layers of their knowledge of one another, the easiness in their banter.

Especially “Good thing those tan lines faded,” she teases.

“The aloe plant you left on my desk was a nice touch.”

She shrugs innocently. “I still maintain that I had no involvement.” because it's so perfectly them in a way I can't even really pinpoint. Thanks so much for this ♥

[phrenitis]

I swear coming back and writing them after so long away feels much harder than it should! I decided to just throw a bunch of hidden backstory in there to try and remember how there's this awesome amount of depth and history between them. So a) thanks for your patience while I slowly worked through this, and b) *loves!*