Mock Trials and Trepidations

Another Suits Fanfic! I think by now you guys know how much I love writing for this particular fandom even though I don’t keep up with the show that much anymore.

Title: Mock Trials and Trepidations
Fandom: Suits
Genre: Drama/Friendship
Rating: K
Characters: Harvey S., Donna P., Mike R.,  OC
Summary: Tags to Play The Man. In the aftermath of the mock trial, Mike faces challenges with his boss and his secretary who seem adamant on giving him the cold shoulder. Feeling a bit lost and defeated, Mike is contacted by an old friend from his childhood days amidst his greatest time of need for a friend.


Another Suits Fanfic :D

I know I have an exam in two days but I just couldn’t help it. I had to write it or I’d lose the idea forever. D:
Another Suits fic! I know what you’re thinking..more Mike!Whump?

Well I’m sorrryyy I just love Mike whumppppp LOL

Title: Just Not Good Enough For You
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey Specter, Donna Paulsen, Mike Ross, Rachel Zane
Pairings: None that I emphasize on. I guess Mike/Rachel exists if you squint but like they just broke up so…LOL
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Rating: K+
Summary: Rachel accuses Mike of breaking up with her because she’s not good enough for him. Mike feels a little emotionally distraught at this revelation and begins to wonder if there’s something fundamentally wrong with his personality.

Read and review please

Oh man, I’ve been MIA for too long. School just has this annoying tendency to get in the way of everything productive (ironically).

But, since I’m back, I’ll post a link to my recent fanfic. It’s a Suits fanfiction because I just recently started watching it and I’m totally in love with the show and its characters (except Rachel. I hate her).
Anyway, it’s a little fic that is a take on my view of Harvey and Mike’s playful banter. Hopefully I was able to portray it right.

Title: Kicking Your Ass To Kingdom Come
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey Specter, Mike Ross, Donna (I don’t know her last name LOL)
Shipping: None
Genre: Humor/Family
Rating: T
Summary: Mike and Harvey banter when they should be working. Harvey doesn’t know if his concern for Mike is normal (Constantly pushing away his big brother instincts). OR Just a fluffy short in which Donna threatens Harvey and Mike with a time-out.

Hope you like it! 😀

Just A Random Piece I Wrote Until I Hit Severe Writers Block

They kept falling. One after the other, floating on the waves of a gently blowing wind. The descent is slow, agonizing almost but the journey is peaceful in that there is no sound. No sounds, no abrupt movements. Just a leaf sinking towards the dusty soil of the Earth. The first leaf had not yet landed when the second began to fall. Just as gently. Just as slowly. But far more agonizing. I looked away from the window and towards the bedroom door, staring at it longingly as if willing for her to appear.
“Kumiko?” I called out. There is no answer. Glancing towards the bedside table, I read the time as 1:23 pm. Briefly reflecting on which day it was, I realized that Kumiko might be out to complete her errands. Feeling at a loss, I returned my gaze to the falling leaves, though no longer interested in its subtleties. This is how I usually spend my days; glued to the bed while watching the world move forward, leaf by drifting leaf.

I’m not sure how long had passed or when I zoned out but judging by the fading daylight, I must have been out of it for a significantly long time. Funny how time changes you. I used to struggle to get through the day, especially since the only company I had was an obnoxiously loud clock that continuously ticked till the end of time. I shifted from my position so that I was sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Looking around the room, I noticed that the room had changed. The window was no longer on my left but on the right. Outside the window was the beautiful view of the ocean. Which ocean, I didn’t know, all I knew was that it was a sparkling midnight blue that stretched across the horizon endlessly. I looked away from it and focused my attention on the door. Or at least I would have had there been any. Naturally, upon such a discovery, one would panic but I felt none. Perhaps because this room, or should I say, box, had a familiar aura to it. A nostalgia of sorts.