I'm such a sucker for homoerotic devotion that blurs the lines. Are they gay or are they really good friends that would die for each other? Is there a difference?? and most importantly... Does it matter???
it's the Stu and Billy (scream), it's the Zoro and Luffy (op/opla), it's the entire Merlin character list, it's the Izzie and Ed (ofmd, tho that one's a bit on the nose) that make me screenshot and send to qll my besties to decipher the entangled emotional complexity of the "'I'd kill for you' to 'I'd kill for you and then suck you off' " pipeline
Wound Care
Dana Scully/Monica Reyes
Rating: M
Word count: 5.2k
Tags: post-s08e14 (This is Not Happening), angst, hurt/comfort, romance, friendship, comfort sex, ✨homoerotic devotion✨
"Shattered really fucking hurts, but splintered is a whole different kind of agony. Shattering is quick. Splintering… that kind of heartbreak gnaws away at you, sends slivers stabbing through your chest again and again. She still has a lot of hell to walk through.
I want to know what she’s thinking. I want to know if she resents me for being there; for seeing her like that and holding her like that. I want to know what more I can do for her."
Excerpt:
I chase her screams through the dark and find her in one of the doorways, reduced to a small, sobbing crumple on the ground.
“No! This is not happening! This can’t be happening!”
God. I crouch down and grip what I think is her arm. “Agent Scully.”
I pull, trying to coax her to stand with me, but she just rolls on the ground instead, her body locked into a ball of anguish.
She’s howling so violently that I expect her to push my hand away, but she doesn’t. She’s shaking so much that I’m not sure she’s even registered my presence.
I fumble around in the dark, running my hands over her to find her torso as she continues to scream. I wrap my arms around her and pull even harder. She flails, but she doesn’t fight back. I pull her up onto her feet, let go for a second, and then latch onto her again to keep her from falling back down to the ground.
Her cries split my ears and sicken my stomach. “This is not happening! This is not fucking happening!”
Optimism’s fucking useless here. I wish I could say, It’s okay. But it’s not—he’s dead.
I do the only thing I can really do right now—wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. And it’s stupid, but I have to say something, so I say the only thing I can.
“I’m sorry.” And I grip her tighter.
I hold her as she screams, I hold her as she howls, I hold her until her voice goes hoarse and until the raspy shrieks morph into wails. I rub circles on her small back and wish I could do more for her.
The wails grow softer and softer, and then she goes almost limp in my arms. I stumble for a moment, and now I rotate my body to balance it with hers and keep us both upright.
Where the fuck is everyone else? Surely I wasn’t the only one who took off running when she did?
Cold Montana rain falls outside as I lean us against the interior wall of the building. A gust of wind blows some droplets onto us, and I move us further away from the door. I can’t close it because there’s no damn light in here, and I don’t want the dark to swallow her even more than it already has.
She’s silent now, numbed. She barely knows me but she still has her head pressed against my chest, sniffling. My shirt's soaked with her grief. I move my hand up to cup her head.
God. I met this woman just yesterday, in the bright yellow hills not far from here. Now, I’m standing with her in the darkest night of her life, and all I can do is hold her upright, hold her tight.
I wish I could do more.
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