I’m in completely awe since the last chapter of dark side and I can’t get enough of it, so can I request 💀, 👄, 🛁, 🛏, 🌑, 😤, 🧨 for that series? It’s absolutely okay if u don’t feel like writing all of them, hope u feel better tomorrow, I know how shitty those sudden waves of sadness are so take care of yourself. I’m sending u some love and hugs hope u can feel it wherever u are.
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injury — it’s not that bad
because of course that’s what this macho man is going to say, whether it’s true or not
he stumbles his way home with a searing welt on his chest where he took a bullet through the Kevlar, barely managing each breath through what were probably broken ribs, and dials you up like it’s nothing
and you come over like it’s nothing, until you see him
you force him back against the kitchen counter, digging haphazardly through his drawers for his medical kit he swears is in there as he still maintains the belief that it isn’t that bad
“do you know what you’re doing?”
all you give him is a cold stare as you push his shirt up over his head and drag an alcohol wipe over the welt, making any further commentary come out as hisses as he drinks his glass of whiskey over your head while you worked
he doesn’t ask about CIA medical training, he doesn’t question your ability anymore after that, he just sit back against the counter and let’s you work, in awe of your ability to do it without asking him how he got it
and once you finish, laying a bandage over it and wrapping up his chest with methodical hands, you grab the glass from him and pour another for yourself
“bad day?” he manages out as you down your first shot and pour another
he doesn’t doubt it, he just reached to grab another glass from his empty kitchen cabinets and slides it to you.
“do you want to talk about it?” he mutters as the two of you continue drinking
but you just shake your head and he doesn’t ask further questions
and that night you stay over without any sex at all
kiss — it’s not an office romance
it’s not an office romance but sometimes, he sits there watching you work when his files become too exhausting, and misses your touch
it’s not an office romance but when you make yourself a cup of coffee, you make him one as well, and he does the same
it’s not an office romance but he swears you keep your blouse one button underdone just for him
it’s not an office romance but the day he catches you heading into the file room, he can’t help but follow, scan to ensure the coast is clear before grabbing you
he can repeat the sentiment a thousand times in his head but that doesn’t excuse the way he’s pinned you to a filing cabinet and pressed his lips to yours
maybe it is an office romance, but just the most unusual one to have ever existed
and maybe you’d agree, but for now, you were letting him kiss you instead of finding the file you needed, Stechner could wait
bathing — shower sex screams casual
or at least, someone is screaming and maybe it’s you
he’d do anything to have his hands on you at all times, and even after a long session in bed, he can’t help but follow you into the shower
“I thought you were going to change the sheets,” you murmered out as he pressed you face first into the shower wall
“in a minute,” he’d press kiss after kiss into your neck as the water poured over you both
and after the two of you came down again, panting into each other, desperately trying to catch your breaths, he’d start washing your hair mindlessly
his fingers carding back through your hair, massaging throughout and riddling your body even more with his scent as his shampoo suds ran down your spine
you couldn’t help but let your head fall back against his chest as his fingers rubbed deeper and deeper, your eyes clenched shut but his hands trying to keep the suds from your face anyways
there was nothing casual about this, both your hands scaling intimately up each others bodies, but neither one of you said anything
neither of you wanted to admit that this was more than it was
sleeping & dark — nightmares
he got so used to sleeping beside you peacefully that the first night you began thrashing in a hot sweat, he swore he was imagining it
but then he opened his eyes to survey his dark room and found you as far on the other side of the bed as you could be, all of the covers thrown off of you, your legs pulled up into your chest as you whimpered into the pillow
“hey, wake up.” sensitivity was never his strong suit but his hands remained gentle as he reached over to your quivering form
he knew how bad nightmares could get, he had been known to have a few of his own, especially after that night with Carrillo and the boys in the alley...
he knew he had to wake you up before your unconscious mind drove you insane
but the second he laid a hand in you, you snapped awake and practically flung yourself out over the edge of the bed, still a distance away from him
“no,” you huffed, out of breath as you wiped you sweat soaked hair back from your face, “it’s my fault, sorry to wake you”
“you don’t have to apologize”
you got to your feet, walking around the bed, trying to get out of the room entirely when he caught up to stop you in the doorway
“no, I just need to catch my breath”
he didn’t press it, he let you pace out in the living room while he settled back into the couch, just watching as you rubbed your hands over your eyes again and again
usually he would’ve down at least half a bottle of whiskey or maybe half a pack of cigarettes by now but you just paced, back and forth, threatening to wear out the wood in front of him
and when you finally cooled down, you fell into the couch next to him and he let you lean you head into his shoulder without saying a word
he didn’t want to push and you were grateful, because the last thing you wanted to do was answer questions
so the two of you just laid together, eventually falling back asleep on the couch, his arm thrown protectively over your shoulders to keep you close
jealousy — the handsy bartender
he didn’t know why he agreed to go out with his team, it was probably only because you were there, otherwise this was just no longer his scene
his DEA guys, like stoddard and that other kid whose name he never remembered, were really just kids and all they wanted to hear were stories about Escobar, which was why he avoided going out, 9 times out of 10
but this one time, you had ask and there he was, telling them about the mansion they chased Escobar out of while he sipped on a beer
and he was really only telling the story because you were paying him all of your attention, practically hanging on every word like his whole team was around the table
until you got up to get yourself another drink at the bar and took all your attention with him
the bartender was paying you all the attention you had just been paying him, offering you free shots and keeping you there while his story faded out on his tongue
he excused himself when he saw the bartender reach over and brush a hair back behind your ear, telling the team he would buy the next round just to make his way to the bar
“yeah, five beers, couple of double shots of whiskey?” he repeated a few times until the bartender pulled away from you and got to work
“you’re buying for the table?” you quirked you’re brow his way as you sipped on your drink, perched beside him as he waited
“yeah, would’ve bought yours too if you stayed at the table.”
“is that jealousy I hear?”
he laughed into his chest before turning back to you with an impossibly electric smile barely pulling at his lips, more than you were used to getting
“you should get your hearing checked”
by the time the two of you made it back to his apartment, the flirty bartender was far from either of your minds
but the sentiment, the jealously he displayed, was forever engrained in yours
unexpected — early morning kiss
he wasn’t awake yet, not after the night the two of you had, but you were, and you needed to get going, Stechner had called you in
the last thing you wanted to do was wake him before he was ready to be awake though, even as you stood at the foot of the bed, dressed for work. it was just too early
so you left a key on the counter and a note on the door, reminding him to lock up once he left
and, surprising you almost as much as it surprised him, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and left for the day
he smiled into it, blissfully unaware of what was happening only to wake up an hour later to the sun rising through the windows and a cold bed beside him
he wandered around your apartment, fixing himself a cup of coffee and pulling on his clothing pieces one by one, waiting for you to get back from wherever you had gone when he found the key and the note
“Stechner called, I had to leave early, lock up for me when you go <3”
the heart had been so casually scrubbed along side your rushed handwriting that it too him a few seconds to recognize it for what it was, but his heart almost skipped a beat as he did
he grabbed the key, twirling it between his fingers and scanning your bare apartment with a chuckle under his breath
you trusted him enough to just leave him alone in your home when you could have easily kicked him out, no matter the hour, he probably deserved it for the number of times he did the same thing to his girls who stayed over
he couldn’t help but smile at the thought as he sipped his coffee and moved back into the bedroom to get dressed fully
