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76th & Lexington by wldnst (PG-13)
Fandom: SUITS
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 12,882 words
Author on LJ:
wldnst
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:
This is an adorable Notting Hill-based AU in which Harvey owns a bookstore in New York, and Mike is a major film star who wants to shadow him for research. He ends up being surprisingly good at book appraisal.
This fic is unabashed fluff, with some lovely bookish geekery seeping through. It's light and romcom-y; there's pining, awesome!Donna (redundant, I know), peevish!Harvey, and a Mike who may make millions, but still doesn't know how to pick a suit.
76th & Lexington
Pairing: Harvey/Mike
Length: 12,882 words
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author Website: AO3 profile
Why this must be read:
This is an adorable Notting Hill-based AU in which Harvey owns a bookstore in New York, and Mike is a major film star who wants to shadow him for research. He ends up being surprisingly good at book appraisal.
This fic is unabashed fluff, with some lovely bookish geekery seeping through. It's light and romcom-y; there's pining, awesome!Donna (redundant, I know), peevish!Harvey, and a Mike who may make millions, but still doesn't know how to pick a suit.
Harvey told Mike to wear a suit to work, if working is what he planned to do. Instead, he shows up in--something.
“That tie,” Harvey says, staring at it pointedly. “My dick is wider than that tie.”
“That’s nice,” Mike says, unruffled. Harvey unlocks the door, and the two of them go in--Mike hangs his messenger back on the coat rack behind the counter and then stands there so silently that Harvey has to rattle onwards.
“Also, is that suit even yours? Did you steal it off a vagrant? Because it doesn’t fit like it belongs to you.”
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Mike says. He seems almost blissfully unaware of what Harvey is actually saying which doesn’t bode well for their working relationship, let alone anything resembling friendship.
“Are you high?” Harvey asks. “What did I just say?”
Mike pauses, and suddenly his eyes are on Harvey, canny and sharp.
“Also, is that suit even yours?” Mike mimics back. “Did you steal it off a vagrant? Because it doesn’t fit like it belongs to you.”
“Right,” Harvey says. “The question still stands. Don’t you Hollywood types have stylists?”
“For red carpet appearances,” Mike says. “But I usually just wear whatever someone sends me first.”
“Do you even get them tailored?” Harvey asks, trying not to sound aghast.
“No,” Mike says. “They know my size.”
“You show up for red carpet appearances in off the rack suits?” Harvey asks. “What happened to Clark Gable? Cary Grant?”
“Gable died fifty-two years ago,” Mike says. “Grant was twenty-six years ago.”
“Rhetorical question,” Harvey says. “Which you answered with useless trivia.”
76th & Lexington
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