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Suits: Fic Bit Prompt
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.

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20 whispers :: tell me a secret
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mylittleredgirl From: mylittleredgirl Date: June 23rd, 2013 01:55 am (UTC) (Link)
I just noticed you can get that on Amazon Prime!! They said it was for free but I am suspish.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 23rd, 2013 02:20 am (UTC) (Link)
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 From: mylittleredgirl Date: June 23rd, 2013 03:14 am (UTC) (Link)
In the meantime I will write you three sentence fic about Torri and Joe? Best I can do!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 23rd, 2013 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)
HOMG. ACCEPTED.
magisterequitum From: magisterequitum Date: June 23rd, 2013 01:59 am (UTC) (Link)
The One With The Cat
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 23rd, 2013 03:30 am (UTC) (Link)
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 From: bristow1941 Date: June 23rd, 2013 11:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
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 From: phrenitis Date: June 27th, 2013 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
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 From: anr Date: June 23rd, 2013 02:28 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm here! And ridiculously blocked on my own fic (not Suits, unfortunately). :(

Prompt... prompt... kissing in the dark. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 27th, 2013 03:17 am (UTC) (Link)
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 see – to look at her face, to find the faint blush that he imagines would be spreading across her cheeks because it’s late and dark and quiet, and the combination makes short work of any notion he maintained that proximity could be benign.

He feels her warning in the press of her fingers before he’s even aware that he’s tilted his head down toward her. He pauses, his intentions wanting the better of him, yet he’s unable and unwilling to step away. There’s something about seeing everything in shades of black that makes the situation feel dangerously like a moment removed from consequence.

Donna is silent, but he can sense that she’s turned her head to look at him. It’s too dark to even make out rough features, but he knows it's only inches that separate them - that if he leans forward a little more...

His lips brush hers. It's so very light it's just a whisper, a sensation of touch that's as brief as it is intoxicating. Reality feels distant, like a future problem made more out of ifs and maybes than anything concrete enough to be of concern. The need to really kiss her is powerful, and it takes an effort at self-control to simply stand and to think it through. Without light, his other senses are heightened, and he feels the way her fingers shift almost imperceptibly to interlock with his, can faintly smell lilac and aloe in her hair as she turns her head again, and her lips ghost back across his almost by accident.

It’s like they’re testing the waters; they’d both be lying if they denied having the errant thought once in a while. But they’ve never pushed at the boundaries, never put an offer on the line to see who would cross over first. And it’s a reminder that their relationship has long been defined by the lines they’ve each established. The why of it not even a question he’s ever asked.

As if on cue, Donna steps out from his embrace, her hand gently falling from his.

“The lights,” she says as explanation, her voice low and smooth, although he thinks maybe not entirely calm. But she doesn’t say anything further, and he listens as she finds her way to the door and the sound of her heels fades down the hall.

It doesn’t take long before the lights return in full.
anr From: anr Date: June 30th, 2013 11:27 am (UTC) (Link)
This is lovely, lovely, lovely! Thank you, bb. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 4th, 2013 09:18 am (UTC) (Link)
<3
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phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 27th, 2013 09:11 am (UTC) (Link)
[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 better,” she tells him.

It’s the first of many suggestions, and the only one she regrets.
lizook12 From: lizook12 Date: June 23rd, 2013 02:59 am (UTC) (Link)
No one took it on comm fic-a-thon so, tan lines.

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 4th, 2013 09:15 am (UTC) (Link)
“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.

He just can’t help himself. “And how’s Jack?”

“It’s still Jake,” she corrects with a sideways look because maybe he’s made a point of making a point about the revolving door of boyfriends across the decade. “And we both had a very satisfying weekend. We took pictures. There’s even a video. It’s not my best work, but the lighting was terrible.”

It’s hard not to let his mind wander with that one. “You know, our Monday conversations used to be much more normal.”

“Really?” she says skeptically. “The Perotti-De Campo incident.”

“Not my fault.”

She waves her pen at him. “That was an entire month of Mondays-”

“Hey, I apologized for the voicemail.”

“-that did not end on a high note,” she continues emphatically. “And if I recall correctly, and we both know I do, that tan wasn’t your best look.”

He can’t argue that point. Business and pleasure did not mix well, especially in the Hamptons. And it was Donna that had eventually gotten him out of that mess. “Okay, that was an anomaly.”

“The Temmerman case,” she argues. “And I’m not sure if we’re talking about Mondays or tans anymore, but coincidentally, both still apply.”

He’d completely forgotten about that day and is amazed she remembers. “Do you have notes with you somewhere? That was over a decade ago.”

“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.”

It was either her, or Jessica, and occasionally he’s convinced they conspired together. “Don’t you have work to do?”

She looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. “So I guess that answers the question of how much rest you got over the weekend.”
lizook12 From: lizook12 Date: July 4th, 2013 02:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
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 From: phrenitis Date: July 4th, 2013 09:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
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!*
From: tidbit2008 Date: June 23rd, 2013 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Cinnamon rolls
From: ldyg Date: June 24th, 2013 07:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oooo

I have an idea rolling around in my head, but I am a very poor creative writer. Not talented like some authors I know-nudge, nudge.

Harvey inadvertently discovers Donna is ill (ie. heart condition), nothing super serious. Harvey is hurt that he wasn't told and argues with Donna about this (possibly in the bathroom-isn't that where all their good, emotion racing fights are. Donna tells harvey that he is her boss, harvey retorts that they are more. Donna responds with harvey no we aren't, I may be your friend, but you aren't mine. This admission stuns harvey. Harvey try's his best to show donna that they are friends, more than friends...

Okay totally ore than a mini prompt, but a fellow darvey gal can dream, can't she! Lol
20 whispers :: tell me a secret