"Murder Your Darlings" by Chris Piascik; stuff available on society6.
on twitter as @umbrella_seller
(Source: skittishandscared, via harveyspeckles)
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Consider this a plea for writers everywhere to consider doing Suits fic
because damn, the Suits tag on AO3 is a desolate place.
I am suing Suits for emotional damage
Oh no I really want to write a Suits fic called “First, Let’s Kill All The Lawyers” about an attempt on Harvey’s life and how Mike decides to track down and prosecute whoever tried to kill his boss-slash-mentor-slash-possible-friend-who-he-kinda-wants-to-bang-a-little-bit. Not that there aren’t a lot of suspects, because you don’t get to Harvey’s level of expertise without making a few enemies. Mike’s helped by Donna, who insists on dressing like she’s in a spy movie the whole time, and Harvey himself, who seems to be dealing with his brush with death by deciding he’s immortal. As the case progresses, Harvey begins to suspect the bullet was meant for Mike. He reacts accordingly.
But I know NOTHING about the law, nothing at all, I have no idea how it works or what forms I’d have to reference, and this is frustrating as hell.
Mike: That’s cool. You’d make a good criminal.
Harvey: Better than you.
Mike: Uh, excuse me, I was an amazing criminal.
Harvey: You don’t remember? Briefcase, popping open, drugs spilling everywhere…
Mike: Okay, that was a mechanical failure, and that could’ve happened to anybody—
Harvey: (reminiscing) The weed was all over the floor.
your bickering
is going to kill me
