Harvey Specter - Blog Posts

I desperately need more Marvey ‘is this fucking play about us’ kinda fics. I need more misconduct meetings, I need more office gossip, I need more paranoid secret relationship fics! I need, need, need.

I love when Harvey gives Mike a task, like fuck yeah enrichment time.

‘Life is this … I like this.’ Harvey Specter

Find someone who looks at you, the way Scottie looks at Harvey!

Harvey×Scottie parallel to Batman×Catwoman | Scarvey is literally batcat coded! (Credits to melley)

Right after we crushed the bar (S3E10 Scarvey flashback moments)

**Harvard, 1997 – The Day of the Bar Exam** Harvey Specter leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. The dim Harvard dorm light flickered slightly, casting a soft glow over the room littered with outlines, casebooks, and half-eaten takeout boxes. Across from him, **Scottie** sat cross-legged on his bed, flipping through a thick **New York Bar Exam review book** with an air of focus that only she could maintain at 3 AM. “You know,” Harvey smirked, tossing a stress ball in the air, “I don’t think I’ve studied this much for anything in my life.” Scottie **arched an eyebrow**, eyes still scanning the page. “That explains why I’m the one keeping you from bombing this thing.” Harvey scoffed. “Please, I’ve carried our study sessions.” Scottie finally looked up, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Oh really? Who’s the one who explained the Rule Against Perpetuities to you without you throwing a book across the room?” “First of all, that rule is dumb. Second, I would’ve figured it out eventually.” Scottie smirked, flipping a page. “Sure, Specter. And pigs might pass the bar before you do.” Harvey rolled his eyes but **grinned**. Their entire law school experience had been like this—a back-and-forth rhythm of **competition, sarcasm, and undeniable chemistry**. #### **Exam Day – Morning** The sun had barely risen when they stepped outside, dressed sharply but with an underlying **nervous energy** neither would admit to. Harvey held two **large coffees**—one black for him, one with a splash of milk for Scottie. She took it with a nod. “You’re learning.” “Don’t get used to it.” They walked toward the exam hall, surrounded by hundreds of other **soon-to-be lawyers** who all looked equally stressed. As they reached the entrance, Scottie turned to Harvey, suddenly serious. “We got this, right?” Harvey didn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah, we do.” She gave him a rare, genuine smile before nudging his arm. “If you don’t, I’m never letting you forget it.” #### **Post-Exam Celebration** Hours later, they **walked out**, exhaustion clashing with relief. Harvey loosened his tie while Scottie ran a hand through her hair. “That was brutal,” she exhaled. Harvey smirked. “I blacked out somewhere around the essay questions. Pretty sure I invented a new precedent.” Scottie **laughed**, her first real laugh of the day. “We crushed it.” “You mean *I* crushed it.” “Harvey, you used to think ‘Mens Rea’ was a fancy Italian dish.” Harvey scoffed. “Lies. Also, speaking of food, I say we celebrate with a meal. **Homemade.**” Scottie **blinked**. “You? Cook?” “I’ll have you know I’m a man of many talents.” Scottie smirked. “Fine. But if it sucks, you’re never hearing the end of it.” Harvey held the door open for her, flashing his signature grin. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” And that night, in a tiny Boston apartment, **Harvey Specter and Dana Scott made their first meal together**, still high on the rush of crushing the Bar Exam.

Harvey and Scottie fan-fic of Harvard reference from S3

**Title: *The Moment That Stopped Time***

The Harvard campus was alive with the crisp energy of fall—leaves crunching underfoot, students rushing between classes, books clutched tightly in hand, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. Harvey Specter was in his element, sharp suit, confident stride, and the kind of effortless charm that made him stand out even in a sea of overachievers. He had just crushed a presentation in one of his business law seminars and was feeling like he ruled the world—or at least Harvard’s version of it. That was until *she* happened. It wasn’t dramatic at first. Just a regular afternoon, walking past Langdell Library, deep in thought about his next move—until he saw her. Scottie. The wind caught her just right, tugging at her navy-blue dress, making it dance around her like something out of a perfectly timed movie scene. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Harvey felt completely… *stopped.* The world around him blurred, the sounds of bustling students dulled, and all that was left was *her*. She wasn’t laughing, wasn’t even smiling—just lost in her own world, flipping through the pages of a book as she walked. Yet, she had this quiet power about her, like she knew she was destined for more than anyone around her. Harvey froze mid-step, watching from a distance. His pulse hitched, not because she was beautiful—though she *was*—but because she carried herself like she didn’t need anyone’s validation. She didn’t notice him. Not yet. But in that moment, something inside him *shifted*. *"Get it together, Specter,"* he muttered under his breath. But the truth was, she had already left an imprint before they had even spoken a word. --- **Two Weeks Later – Con Law Class** Harvey strutted into class, the usual smug confidence back on his face, ready to dominate another lecture. But then, there she was—*again.* This time, she was seated just a few rows ahead. He noticed everything: the slight tap of her pen against her notebook, the way she tilted her head thoughtfully before writing something down. And then Professor Dyson threw out the first question of the class. Before Harvey could even open his mouth, *she* answered—clear, sharp, and effortlessly brilliant. Every head turned. Harvey leaned back in his chair, stunned—not just by how quick she was but by the realization that the girl who had literally stopped him in his tracks had a mind just as dangerous as her looks. *"Specter, focus,"* he told himself again. But it was too late. This wasn’t just another pretty face. She was competition. And, god, wasn’t that just *irresistible*. --- **Later That Week – The First Real Encounter** It was after class, papers shoved under arms and students bustling out the door. Harvey took his chance. *"Hey,"* he started, leaning casually against the doorframe. *"Nice answer today. You always make it a habit of stealing the spotlight?"* Scottie barely glanced up. *"Only when someone else is too slow to grab it first."* *Damn.* He liked her already. *"Harvey Specter,"* he introduced himself, extending a hand with that signature smirk. She took it, firm grip, unwavering gaze. *"Dana Scott."* *"Scottie, huh?"* She narrowed her eyes. *"It’s *Dana.*"* He chuckled. *"We’ll see about that."* And just like that, the spark ignited—competitive, sharp, electric. But little did Harvey know, that blue dress, that windy afternoon, and this quick-witted girl who could outmatch him in class... would mean more to him than he could ever imagine.

can we pretty please have a collection of him with his shirt sleeves rolled up

May the lord give me enough strength to get off my phone and complete my pending work🙏

But then again, this man exists.

For the sexy lonely strand of hair, the hair and make up department deserves an award, cos this look is OSCAR WORTHY!!!

😋😋😋😋this was just what I needed with my 3 pending articles

hello fandom of a show that ended in 2019 i would like to infiltrate ur ranks so i offer you: harvey specter edit to smooth operator. thank u for ur time

At this point, I'll start writing Harvey Specter one shots and fanfics because "hOw HaRd cAn iT Be?"

Like there's so much going on in my head that ATP I don't listen to what people are saying around me because I'm too busy thinking about Harvey specter

I even have a whole thing planned out about how reader will get jealous of Zoe or Donna or smt and then she'll distance herself and whatever

But should I really write it?

(also here's a gif)

LOOK AT HIM LICKING HIS LIPS LIKE THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Writers of Tumblr, I'm having a Harvey specter brain rot rn and would really really appreciate any works that y'all have of this man. Because let me tell you, it might be my issues but there is something SO attractive about power. Like I knew what Lana del rey meant by I want money power glory. Please tag me in whatever Harvey specter works you find😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Look at this man. I mean LOOK at him. How can you not swoon?