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Unable to stop himself, Edgeworth engages in much needed self care while his puppy roommate was away.
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15 Feb 2026
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Harvey wakes up alone.
For a few blissful seconds, he’s just warm and comfortable, his mind still foggy with sleep. But then reality sinks in, and he reaches out—only to find cool, empty sheets beside him.
His stomach drops.
Mike is gone.
And just like that, Harvey's brain goes into damage control.
Fuck.
He blinks at the empty space next to him, his mind scrambling, still heavy with sleep but already racing toward the worst possible explanations.
Mike left.
Mike regretted it.
Or... or worse—Mike regretted that it was with him.
The thought is enough to send a sharp, awful feeling through his chest, and he sits up too fast.
His fingers dig into the sheets as he tries to pull himself together. He doesn’t panic—Harvey Specter doesn’t panic—but his throat feels tight, and something ugly and unfamiliar is clawing at the back of his mind.
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Or, a first date, sex, and Harvey learning that not everyone always leaves, not necessarily in that orderBookmarked by ciatftos
15 Feb 2026
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Mike had the ring in his pocket for three weeks. Three. Weeks. Which in regular human time felt like about three decades.
Long enough for him to memorize the exact weight of it, how it dug into his thigh when he sat wrong, how it felt like a goddamn secret grenade ticking away in his jacket lining.
Long enough for him to imagine all the ways he could screw this up. And yet, not long enough for him to figure out the perfect way to propose to Harvey Specter.
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Or, Mike tried to propose to Harvey. No one warned him that it was going to be this hardBookmarked by ciatftos
11 Feb 2026
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The thing about Harvey Specter was that he didn’t do anything halfway. He didn’t half-win, he didn’t half-argue, and apparently—Mike learned on a Wednesday night after a particularly brutal week of litigation—he didn’t half-sing either.
The bar was packed, buzzing with the kind of reckless energy that only came after lawyers celebrated making an opposing counsel cry in open court. Harvey wasn’t exactly the karaoke type—he was more the sip scotch in a corner while smirking type—but Mike, two and a half beers past reasonable judgment, had decided this was the night.
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Or, Mike dares Harvey to sing karaoke, learns that he can actually sing, and it spirals from there.Bookmarked by ciatftos
11 Feb 2026
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AITA for getting annoyed that my associate knows all my coffee orders and remembered my dry cleaning?
u/_DefinitelyNotHarveyOkay. So, this is going to sound insane, but bear with me.
I’m (40M) a senior partner at a high-profile law firm in New York. (Not saying which one. Let’s just say if you’ve ever watched a smug multi-millionaire get even richer, we were probably involved.) I’ve got an associate. Let’s call him Mike.
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Or, through a series of AITA posts, Harvey—very slowly and reluctantly—realises that he has feelings for Mike.Bookmarked by ciatftos
11 Feb 2026