⚠️Warnings: Implied health condition... that's all I think.⚠️
(Shortfic)
"What'er ye doin' all poshed up like that?" The Scotsman asked from the couch as you adjusted your right heel in the hallway mirror.
"Going out with Ellie. Girls night, remember? Besides... it's not that fancy. Just some old dress I found in the back of the closet," you responded, smoothing out the front.
He placed the papers he was reading down on the coffee table and took his glasses off before standing up and making his way over to you.
"Just Miller?" He questioned, examining your expression.
You chuckled.
"Aww, Alec, you really think I look lovely? Thank you so much! Ever the romantic, you are!" You said with light-hearted sarcasm.
He just stared back with an unreadable expression on his face making you sigh inwardly.
"You're no fun. I can't even make fun of you properly. You just stand there like a block of cement. Yes, just 'Miller'. Why? Jealous?" You inquired, quirking your eyebrow with a soft smirk playing at your lips.
He made his way to the kitchen and began brewing a cuppa.
"Of course not. Just... you know... ye cannae be out long..."
"What? Why not? I haven't been out with Ellie in ages. Wasn't really planning on keeping track of the time," you protested as you followed him, leaning back on the kitchen bar.
"Well... I dunno. Bring her back for a cuppa or some wine. Whatever you two drink when ye gab."
He took two pills and downed a long gulped of tea.
"Alec! That tea is scalding!" You practically shouted, horrified.
He groaned in obvious pain before shaking it off and placing the cup down.
"It's fine," he stated simply before grabbing your bag and handing it to you.
The only gift he's ever given you since he moved in. He surprisingly had amazing taste in stuff like that.
Without warning, he wrapped an arm around you securely and pulled you into his side, burying his face in your hair.
"Just... don't be out long, please," he murmured softly. "I uh... I'll miss ye."
You were shocked. Sure Alec could be soft with you. He was often. But this was out of the blue.
You turned slightly so that your chest was now flush with his body and reached up, gently moving a piece of hair out of his face.
"Alec... are you alright?" Your voice was laced with concern as you studied his features. You ran a hand over his chest stopping at his heart, trying to see if you could feel anything abnormal. "Should I ring for an ambulance?"
He stopped your hand with his own, wrapping it gently around yours, holding it in place.
"No darlin' I'm fine. Don't ye worry about me. Now go. I think I hear Miller already chattering on at the front door," he urged before placing a chaste yet deep kiss on your lips.
He was right. Not two seconds later, she was knocking on your front door, calling for you excitedly.
"You sure you want all that energy in here later?" You asked with a giggle.
Alec groaned, running a hand through his hair as he slumped back on the couch with tea in hand.
"On second thought, maybe stay out a wee bit longer."
Aftermath of drunk hookup, mention of sex and alcohol
You got a little carried away after Elie's birthday party and now things are awkward between you and Alec.
Ao3
Alec woke up with the morning sun streaming into his bedroom. He was feeling a bit dizzy from Ellie's birthday party the night before. He shouldn't have been drinking this much, considering his health, but the wine Ellie brought was so good. Good enough that he didn't refuse when, a little later, someone offered him a shot of tequila.
He suddenly realized that there was something on his chest, and in fact, he wasn't in his own bedroom. He looked down to see a storm of hair he knew, memories of the previous night flooding his mind.
"Shit," He grumbled.
You sighed as you were woken up by the person in your bed. You were still half asleep and looked up at your bed companion.
"Mornin', sir," you mumbled, laying your head on his chest again.
The hamster in your head sped up a bit on its wheel and your mind caught up to what was happening. Your eyes widened in shock, you quickly sat up, almost falling off the bed, and covered your naked body with the blanket.
"Ha-Hardy?!" You gasped. Your body was covered in hickeys and bites, and Alec felt a little proud that he still had it in him.
"Yeah..." He mumbled, feeling the effects of last night's drinking getting to him.
"I, uh... We... What happened last night?" You asked, feeling a dull headache that had only gotten worse when you had gotten up so quickly.
"I... Uh, I think we had..." Alec murmured, unable to look at you, even though he wanted to look at your body covered in his marks once more.
"I mean, we definitely do. Do you remember... any... you know, details?" You asked, also unable to look at him. You felt embarrassed that you had slept with your superior. At the same time you couldn't deny you had always found Hardy really attractive. Deep inside you, there was a small spark of pride that you had managed to get him into bed. Too bad you were both drunk as hell.
“Yeah…” Alec nodded awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you. “You?"
"I remember most of it," You replied, biting your lip as your head was flooded with memories of how you two held hands as you walked back to your place, laughing like a couple of teenagers. God, it was probably the first time you had heard him laugh and it was quite nice.
Now you both sat in an awkward silence, not entirely sure what to do, what to say. You felt that your night together had changed something irreversibly in your relationship and it made you feel anxiety gripping your stomach, which together with the hangover made you want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep for the next few days. Preferably right next to Alec, you were surprised to discover today that he was incredibly comfortable to cuddle.
“Do you want breakfast?” You asked quietly, breaking the silence suddenly. Hardy looked at you in surprise.
“I don’t think I could eat right now.” He said uncertainly, looking at you sheepishly. “But I’ll take some water if I can.”
"Sure, yeah, sure." You nodded, realizing that Alec was most likely in the same state as you right now. You stood up with a quiet groan and, still wrapped in the blanket, headed to the kitchen.
You returned carrying two glasses of lemon water in your hands, struggling to carry them and keep the blanket on you. Alec, noticing your difficulties, stood up, taking one glass from you. He hadn't bothered to get dressed, so now you could admire him in all his glory. You couldn't stop your eyes from wandering down, but you quickly looked away. You tried not to think that this had been inside you only a few hours ago.
“Sorry,” Alec mumbled, noticing your discomfort and placing his already empty glass on the nightstand, then picking up his boxers from the floor and slipping them on. "I mean, you saw everything last night anyway, eh?" He tried to joke while awkwardly scratching his ear.
"Yeah, but this is different, I guess... We're sober and... I don't know..." You mumbled just as awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. "Anyway, how are you feeling now? Water with lemon usually works better for a hangover." You changed the subject, forcing a soft, friendly smile.
“It’s not great, but it’s not terrible either,” Alec mumbled awkwardly, smiling back. That clumsy little smile he always gave you, which you found somehow cute.
“Good. Cool.” You nodded, clearing your throat, a cumbersome silence falling between you. You both looked around the room, avoiding each other's gaze. You both felt stupid, unspoken words hanging between you.
"I should probably go home." He finally broke the silence. You looked at him, feeling a bit disappointed, though you didn't know what you were actually expecting.
“Yeah, I guess.” You sighed, still sipping your water, not knowing what else to do with yourself. “Do you want me to call you a cab?”
Alec glanced out the window and grimaced at the bright sun and cloudless sky, which irritated him more than usual. He agreed to your suggestion, and after only fifteen awkward minutes, you were left alone in your house. Just you, the unbearable hangover, and the overwhelming feeling of shame and anxiety. Not to mention the rather unpleasant soreness when you walked or sat down.
Your mind wandered between memories of last night, all the stupid things you said while drunk, and potential scenarios for seeing Hardy tomorrow at work. You wondered how you'd be able to look him in the eyes in front of all your coworkers and not think about the way he looked at you from between your thighs, while his lips and fingers... you sighed longingly, covering your face with your hands. You have to stop.
You spent the rest of the day feeling like complete garbage and trying to get yourself back into shape.
***
"How was the rest of your weekend?" Ellie asked as soon as she got to work. There was something strange about her smile, but you couldn't tell what.
You were already standing in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee.
"Good morning to you too." You replied, glancing at her. She leaned on the counter next to you and looked at you with a smile. "It was hard, I shouldn't have drank so much." You shrugged.
"Yeah? Is that all you have to say?" She raised an eyebrow, staring at you intensely. "Because, you know, I saw you leave my party with Hardy. You didn't even say goodbye." A cold shiver ran down your spine as you realized what she was implying. Only now did you realize that even though in that moment you felt like the whole world didn't exist outside of the two of you, it, actually, did exist and saw the two of you together. You hadn't thought about it, and you hadn't discussed the official version. Hell, you hadn't discussed anything at all. You weren't sure if it was okay to admit to your friend that you'd slept with your subordinate.
"I said goodbye to you, you were just too busy with Beth to notice me." You reminded her, crossing your arms over your chest. "And yes, I left your party with Hardy. My place is on the way to his, we were going to take a taxi together." You explained, though Elie seemed unconvinced.
"Really? Because I know from reliable sources that you walked together, no cab," she said, and you mentally scolded yourself.
"God, is this an interrogation? Yes, we decided to walk because the weather was nice, and the walk sobered us up a bit." You said, this time not straying too far from the truth; the weather was nice and the walk really had made you sober up. Enough to remember everything, even the feeling of his fingers inside you or his lips on your neck.
"And just like that, you went back to your homes, huh?" As Miller kept asking, an uncomfortable tension rose in your stomach.
"Of course, what else would we do?" You raised your eyebrows, hoping you were convincing. "You don't think he's that kind of man, do you?" It was true; if you hadn't experienced it yourself, you would never have believed Alec Hardy was capable of it.
Ellie looked at you with narrowed eyes, as if trying to find the truth. "Sure." She sighed and moved towards her desk, pausing for a moment. "By the way, I think a mosquito must have bitten you on the neck. Near your ear." she stated, pointing to the spot on your body where you had a hickey you'd completely forgotten to cover with concealer.
You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and you quickly covered the mark with your hand.
You tried to focus on your work, you really did. But your gaze kept drifting to Alec's office, and your mind back to the memories of your night together. You wondered what he was thinking. He barely left his office all morning, except for that one time when he went to get himself a cuppa and muttered an awkward hello to you without even looking at you.
He didn't even glance in your direction once. You knew Alec had a tendency to lose himself in work, but at the same time, it didn't seem sincere this time.
"You're staring," You heard Ellie's voice from behind you. "More than normal."
"I'm not staring!" You protested, returning your gaze to your monitor. "What do you mean, more than normal?" You asked after a moment, this time glancing at Ellie with a frown.
"You stare at him a lot. Ever since you started working here," she remarked with her classic cheerful smile, looking as if she knew something you didn't.
“That’s not–” You thought for a moment. “Okay, maybe sometimes. I'm manifesting that he'll send me home early." You half-jokingly grumbled, hoping she won't read more into it. Even if you were staring at him, so what? It means absolutely nothing.
"Sure," she nodded, rolling her eyes in amusement. "You're both acting strange today, but it's nothing, right? It has nothing to do with you walking back from my place together?"
You covered your face with your hands and let out a muffled scream. “What the hell you want me to say?” You breathed, looking at her annoyed. “Yes, I slept with Hardy. Yes, it was great. Now he’s ignoring me, I think.”
“Wait, you actually shagged him?” She asked so loud that most of your coworkers turned to look at you. Ellie was looking shocked, like she was expecting you’ll say something else.
“Louder, I’m not sure the whole Broadchurch heard you.” You sibilated sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “What did you think we did that night?” You muttered quietly, feeling eyes staring at you.
"I thought you were just making out, not that you went all out," she explained in a hushed voice, looking at you with something that looked like a mixture of surprise and smugness. The smile on her face was terrifyingly huge, as if she was delighted with this information. "And you say it was great?"
"Ellie..." You warned her, scowling. You didn't like how she reacted. How pleased she was. "I don't want to talk about it. And neither does he, apparently."
As if on cue, you heard Hardy's voice calling your name. You looked up, and he was standing in front of his office, staring at you. His face was as grim as ever, but his body language held a hint of nervousness. God, did he just hear what Miller said? Is he mad at you for telling her? "We're dead..." You whispered to Ellie, not taking your eyes off him.
“Come with me. Now,” he said to you, nodding towards the exit. You swallowed and stood up, following him like a lamb to the slaughter.
You walked in silence through the police station corridor, not even looking at each other, until Alec finally opened the door to one of the interrogation rooms and motioned for you to enter.
"What did you say to Miller?" He asked, closing the door behind you and crossing his arms.
"Nothing, she figured it out herself." Technically, you weren't lying. "She saw us leaving the party together, and now you're acting weird. It's hard to hide something when you're working with detectives."
He hummed in dissatisfaction. "But what exactly were you talking about?" He kept asking, standing with crossed arms, but still avoiding looking directly at you.
“Not much. She pressured me, so I admitted she was right and that it was great.” You sighed, shrugging, and sat down on the edge of the table. “Sorry. Do you regret it?”
"I—" He hesitated. "You were drunk, and I had sex with you. Of course I regret it. I can't shake the feeling that I took advantage of you." He confessed quietly, and you looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. You couldn't believe what he had just said.
"What the hell, you were drunk as well." You reminded him, putting your hands on your hips. "Now I feel like I took advantage of you because I don't regret what happened at all."
“What?” For the first time since your night together, he actually looked at you.
"What you heard. Sorry, but I liked it and I don't regret a thing. If that means anything, you were great.” You shrugged and headed for the door, but Hardy grabbed your wrist. You looked at him, your eyes met, and once again you felt as if the world had stopped, as if there was nothing beyond the two of you. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes, and realization hit you like a train. You'd always thought he was handsome, but maybe there was more to it than just superficial attraction. Maybe Ellie was right, and you subconsciously stared at him almost every day.
You wanted to say something, but the words caught in your throat, and all you could do was stare at him with your mouth open slightly. To you, it was like a scene from some romantic movie, where nothing existed but the two main characters about to declare their undying love for each other. If someone walked in on you now, they'd see two idiots staring at each other with their mouths slightly agape, like fish out of water.
Alec cleared his throat and let go of your wrist, looking away. "This isn't the time or place for this..." He grumbled, more to himself than to you. You blinked, looking at him confused.
Now it was your turn to stop him, grabbing his wrist. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have let you kiss me. And I wouldn't have invited you over. Damn, I almost dragged you over. If anyone took advantage of anyone, it was me." You said, biting your lip. You could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.
He looked at you for a moment and you were sure he would rip his hand from your grip and walk away without a word, leaving you there.
"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have kissed you. Or let you drag me into your bedroom." He replied and smiled softly, making your heart flutter. "And for your information, I liked it too."
"Yeah? Would you like to do it again? Only maybe sober and with some dinner beforehand?" You asked, surprising even yourself. What the hell are you doing, why are you asking your supervisor out on a date?
Hardy looked surprised as well, looking at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, and you began to mentally prepare yourself for rejection.
"I'd love to," he replied, clearing his throat and shyly looking away.
“Really?” You asked, unable to contain your smile and hopeful tone.
"Yeah," He nodded and you couldn't help yourself, you moved closer and kissed him gently on the cheek.
He looked at you in surprise and cupped your face in his hands, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Don't get used to it, we can't get distracted at work," he grumbled, and you nodded with a wide smile.
A/N: Let me know if I messed something up, English is not my first language. Also, this was only supposed to be a one shot, but I started thinking about a potential second part, let me know what you think.
Alec Hardy NSFW Alphabet before I GET BURNT OUT FROM SCHOOL.
NSFW and suggestive themes under cut. DUH.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Alec Hardy will often leave you cleaning up yourself but not purpose! When he can clean you up and take care of you, he will. I don't think you want to force him to take of you because 1. kinda rude but secondly- he's literally panting and his heart is thumping as he lays back in the bed. It will take him some minutes to catch his breath but he will join you in the shower if you haven't gotten out yet.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He seems like the type to not interact with those debates of "Ass or boobs" right? Well...casually; but really but I personally think he likes your ass and thighs. If you wear pants that capture dat ASS or how good your thighs look in that fabric, he will try to stop the devious thoughts in his head or adjust his pants a bit.
Alec knows you love his fingers and he loves using them on you. Fair game.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Alec LOVES seeing his cum on your face or on your tongue. He can't help it; he literally lives for that view (drooolllll....)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
This isn't dirty but poor him he thinks it is. Alec wishes that you could take a long break from work and just pay attention to him and take care of him. Lord that would cure his heart (no it wouldn't but it would give his heart a break for once). He has imagined this over and over and if praying would give him what he wants, he would've done that long ago.
Alec has fantasized about you sucking him off under his office desk.
Small addition...he really wants to make you squirt on his tongue or on his fingers. He hopes the day comes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He isn't so experienced, but he isn't new to it of course. Most he can remember is doing it with Tess and some blowjob when he was drunk out of his mind back in his younger years. He picks it up pretty quickly and will adjust to whatever you two are doing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Alec isn't so picky with this, but missionary and a side fuck is something he'll chose usually. Missionary because he wants to see your face while he's fucking you and also because this man LOVES kisses. Side fuck because he can get close to you and your scent and maybe play with your chest a little bit...
Those are his favorite but in some cases like rough sex he will shove your face in the pillow as he rails you from behind.
Against the wall is rare but he loves it when you're close against him and he's getting a deep angle.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Alec overall isn't the joking type and during sex he's more focused on your pleasure and how it feels. You though on the other hand, can crack a small joke and he's let out a half-scoffed laugh at it or let out a small grunt in response, but he will lock back in either way.H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He won't have too much of a high sex drive so you doing it is every once in a while, pretty much. With this mind, he isn't groomed all too much but sometimes he'll get out the shower and shrug and trim it a bit so overall...I would say it's kept pretty averagely groomed. Trimming it and all that y'know.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Might just be me but his Scottish accent would make me cum on the spot if he was putting praises in my ear. Alec will groan or grunt during sex and even whisper things in your ear that he means truly to his hear; and that's what makes them special.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Alec hardly (see what I did there) jacks off. He's not the hormone filled young adult or teenager he used to be. Plus, he has other things to focus on. But...a BIG but...if you ever made a video for him of you or sent a picture, he's keeping that hidden and only for him. He'll jack off to that when randomly at home if he feels like it. More likely to happen if you're out of town.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
...Handcuffs. I'm sorry but Alec didn't find out he had this kink until you jokingly suggested it one day or on one of your anniversaries and you actually did it. I might be biased to say this because he's literally works for the law, but he wouldn't mind handcuffs if you two were about to get rough.
Another kink I believe is that he would not mind at all if you used him for your pleasure in bed. He would lay back as you ride him, even if his legs are starting to feel numb.
Don't worry we all know he and his lover have a safe word. He cares.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He's basic with it, the bedroom. It's comfortable and it has privacy! Alec would make out with you on top of a table in the house if you wanted. Shrug.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Any teasing/suggestive remarks targeted towards him from you is going to make Alec start getting hot and feel his tie get tight. If his partner was an all talk no bite type, that would turn him on further because he knows he could shut you up quick if he wanted.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that would cause you injuries he won't do. He can't see himself even choking you. I know he would care about your pleasure, but he would be hesitant on this subject. He would get scared to do anything to you that would hurt you. Also, just anything gross like piss or shit. Eugh. Sorry had to mention it gang.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
LORD ALEC LOVES WHEN HE'S RECEIVING. Anything on his dick that's yours he will throw his head back in pure bliss. He loves a good blowjob and loves tasting you as well if you want him to put his mouth on it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Alec is usually at a usual pace and is sensual with it. He wants to take in how it feels and he wants you to feel him as well. On hard days, don't even joke lad because he'll bend you over the desk or drag you into the bedroom and take you on the floor if he's that hungry for that cookie.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he despises quickies. He doesn't like how much it's in a rush and wants to explore furthermore with you. Hates a time limit when it comes to you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Anything but public sex he will try depending on what genre it is. One example I can think about is edging. Alec will hate edging if it's on him because he becomes so desperate but edging you, he secretly enjoys seeing you become needy.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
One round or one round and a half he can go for until he needs to take a break because he can hear his heart pounding in his ear. He can last for a good time but if it's one of those days where he's tired and needs some relief, he's going to cum in like 13 minutes.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys is not a common thing in his sex life but if his partner brought it up, he would start questioning if he was good enough. Alec would try a toy on you once or twice, but he admits stubbornly that he doesn't like it and well, you two discuss it. He doesn't want to sound jealous over a toy, but he really wants to the only reason you experience pleasure in bed.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Okay so you know how I said that if his partner is all talk no bite and that I talked about him edging you? He loves edging you while backing up every suggestive remark you said before. He will often give you what you want but lord be prepared when he decides to tease.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
We all know he grunts and groans, it's a fact but how loud? That's different because at the beginning it will be quiet and rough but as he's getting closer to his climax, his groans will be shaky and breathless later on.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If he is great with his fingers. Alec could finger you for a long time if you wanted because his arm would not get tired for a while.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
C'mon, we're talking about David fucking Tennich. For Alec Hardy I believe he would be above average, maybe 6-7 inches. (THAT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not too high but when he's horny, he's going to need it quickly. Don't keep him waiting when he gets home because he cannot handle another second near you if he's all worked up.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
After making love, he has to remember that he has work tomorrow and that keeps him up for a while because well, it's reality for him sadly. If he gets laid off for a small number of days and you two do it, he will happily cuddle with you. All tuckered out.
I almost gave up on this. Can you tell near the end when it started getting bad. Fuck my chungus life
summary: reader doesn't want to get out of bed, alec cuddles are too good
a/n: recently fell in love with this dilf so I had to write something small for him, definitely won't be the last one
The sound of a gentle alarm was the first thing you registered blearily opened your eyes. You were about to groan in annoyance, but your partner, Alec, immediately leaned over to a nearby side table to turn it off, followed by kissing the top of your head to soothe you. Sighing contently, you nuzzled back into his shoulder, enjoying the soft cotton of his t-shirt and breathing in his scent.
He sigh softly, rubbed his eyes and then propped himself up on his elbow to see you from a better angle.
“Darlin’,” he raspily started, raking his lanky hand through your hair to rouse you, “we hafta head up to work early today, remember? Got some evidence to sort out.” There was a hint of a smile in his voice while gazing down at his drowsy partner, but he would never admit it.
Groaning, you nuzzled your face further into his shoulder and tightened your grip around his torso.
“Alec…” You whined, holding out the “e.” He let out a deep chuckle at your desperate efforts, shaking his head to himself.
“Hey, love, look at me.” He softly insisted, before tenderly reaching for your chin and guiding your face towards his with his thumb and pointer finger.
Slightly squinting at the abrupt change of lighting, your eyes slowly adjusted and focused on the dashing face of your partner. His practically glowing brunette locks were messy and falling in his face, causing him to run a hand through it consistently. His eyes were the color of chocolate and honey, even more so with the slight sunlight hitting them, and they were gazing at you like Alec had just found a rare and precious diamond. Reaching out slightly, you brushed your thumb against his stubble near his lip.
“Hi.” You breathed dreamily, still not fully conscious. Alec’s lip ticked up in a smile.
“Alright. If ya get up right now, I’ll take ya out for dinner after we get off- that new steakhouse ya mentioned. My treat, o‘course.”
“Oh?” You questioned in amusement.
He kissed the tip of your nose. “Yep. We can stop by here after work so ya can get dolled up. I’ll even wear that sweater ya got me fer Christmas.”
“The light pink one?!” You exclaimed, eyes lighting up.
Rolling his eyes, playfully responded, “Yes, love.”
You quickly but passionately kissed him in appreciation. “Wow. Suddenly I’m not tired anymore.”
“Good. Now you can get up. Go on, then.” He smirked and motioned with a flick of his head.
You kissed his forehead one last time before gleefully swinging around your legs to the edge of the bed and standing up and stretching.
Before disappearing into your shared bathroom, you called out, “I’m gonna tell Ellie about this and ruin your moody reputation!”
“Don’t you dare!” He called out from the bedroom in fake anger, his accent coming out more with the volume of his words.
Popping your head out of the bathroom before closing the door, you locked eyes with Alec and expressed, “Love you, Alec.”
His expression softened and he sincerely responded, “Yer’s forever, darlin’.”
Summary: Alec's had enough of your shit and, frankly, so have you.
Soundtrack: bodyache by Purity Ring
Requests: man idk anymore just send stuff, if i get to it i get to it
Warnings: Chronic Migraines both in fic and irl. Send help.
"Surely ye cannae live like this," a gruff Scottish voice says from behind you. The telltale I just woke up and it's gonna be everyone's fucking problem until I've had three cups of coffee voice of your boss.
"I can, and don't call me Shirley," you snipe back without looking up.
"Augh, youths," he says with mild and (hopefully) unserious disdain. You elect not to remind him that you're closer to him in age than you are to his daughter. "Are ye able to work?"
"Well, I'm damn well gonna try."
He rolls his eyes, and with the paradoxical harshness of admonishment and the softness of empathy, he sets a bottle of migraine medication on your desk.
You wait until he's settled into his office so as not to seem desperate, then greedily stuff your mouth with a dose and swallow it dry. It's a miserable experience, you never did understand how anyone could do it, but hey. Here you are, in dire need of relief and with no sugar to help the medicine go down.
Alec doesn't bother you for about an hour and a half, during which absolutely none of your work gets done. Staring at the screen hurts. Standing and walking hurt. Breathing hurts. Everything sucks. Why is your own head constantly revolting against you?
He seems to notice you struggling but gives you enough time that, were the medicine going to work, it would've done so. Seeing how you're still ready to dive headfirst into a bottle of sumatriptan, though, he finally comes over, alerting you to his presence by dropping a manilla folder onto your desk. Lighter than if something had been slammed, but still direct enough to garner attention. Lucky him.
You refuse to look up, not because of him but because of the lights, so you're forced to only hear the sigh and not see the exasperated look that accompanies it.
"All right," he says in a gentle but dismissive tone. "Up ye get. Let's go."
You're tempted to protest, to pout even, but you somehow manage to resist. Instead, you wordlessly obey, swaying on the way up.
He catches hold of you and clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Guess I'm drivin' ye home," he sighs as he pulls you towards the exit. You definitely want to protest, but you are practically limp and certainly at his mercy. He looks at you, and you look back miserably. "I expected more ifs, ands or buts, honestly."
You shrug, and then he's easing you into the passenger seat, and then somehow, blessedly, you are home. You don't know where the time went or how you got here, but you're not about to complain. You're more than ready to curl up into a tight little ball under the covers and never see the light of day again -- okay, maybe that's a little dramatic. At least for the next day or so, anyway.
He gets your keys, unlocks the door, ushers you in. Again, you are outside one moment, and being gently lowered onto your bed the next. It's all a bit hazy. The pain is making things blur. Time, mostly.
You can't even be bothered to get out of your work clothes, only to shed your shoes before you weasel your way under the blanket and curl up.
"Can I get ye anything?" that Scottish drawl asks from behind you. Why is he always behind you?
"Chocolate milkshake...?"
There is a longsuffering sigh, and then the sound of footsteps growing more and more distant. After some time you think maybe he's left for good, gone back to work or perhaps decided to take the day.
Then, the footsteps return, heading towards you. They pause. You hear something being placed on the nightstand next to you. And then the footsteps recede again. Moments later you receive a text. Begrudgingly, you look into the blinding light of your phone's screen.
Let me know if you need anything else.
You smile as you grab the milkshake and pull it under the covers with you.
