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this afternoon i dropped half of my pasta salad and then sat on the kitchen floor sobbing about it surrounded by pieces of pasta while also eating the other half that i hadn't dropped and that's how things are going for me right now!
Love It Gone - Bill Samuels x Reader (The Outsider)
A.K.A - Kenneth Hayes for you non-book readers
I’m happy to be proved wrong that I’m the only person who is a fan of our DA, of course 😏😉
Author’s Note: I. FREAKING. LOVE. HIM!
Also really this should have come out last week, when I needed it - but, eh, I wanted to wait until I’d seen him on screen first, for editing purposes 😊
Disclaimer: The Outsider Characters not mine / Don’t mind me giving his original name back! / gif not mine / lyrics not mine
Premise: With your DA working the case of the century - at least for his District - and you having your own bad week. You confide in a mini therapy session...
Words: 1530
Warnings: Potential The Outsider spoilers / subtle Sub/Dom vibes.
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I know, I know it, baby
Sounds like your day's been crazy
I just wanna hold ya
All the weight that's on your shoulders
Anything that's wrong
Let me, let me love it gone
Come on and trust me, honey
I can turn those raindrops sunny
Let me untie that tangle...
Let me, let me love it gone
Got a whole lot of love that I've been saving
And a bottle of wine that's been waiting
Long time for a night like this
Whatever's wrong, check it off your list
I want, I want I wanna get lost in your lips
Oh, baby, let me love it, let me, let me love it
Let me, let me love it gone
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The front door opened to the fairly quiet house – announcing the arrival of your partner. Late. You didn’t even need to look to a clock to confirm that. That was to be expected, he was rarely early – if ever on time.
If you added about an hour onto whatever he told you, you’d be more in the ball park.
And that was before he got working on a big case. This case wasn’t just big, it was huge. Nothing like this every really happened in the District – yet alone Flint City. He didn’t often bring work home with him, but this case was becoming a nightly debate. Curse me for falling for the district attorney…
For the first few minutes all you heard was shuffling in the hallway, and lights flipping on and off. The sound of him ascending the stairs in a hurry and then descending the stairs in caution only gave cause for you to smile gently.
Then his feet followed his light path, and you heard him trudging in circles in the kitchen, that only made you laugh to yourself, raising your head from the couch;
“Bill-!?”
Then you were greeted by the more confident strides from the kitchen, to the hall, and then to your living room.
“Oh-! You’re here-! I thought you might have…” He pointed to the top floor, and you shook your head.
“No… Figured you’d be wanting to unwind…”
“Yeah-!” He placed a hand to his temple wearily “…If I could.”
You patted the couch; “C’mon babe, talk to me.”
He span another circle – and you figured that in reality he probably didn’t even know which way was up at the moment.
“Uh… yeah… yeah… Just… give me a tick.” He disappeared again, and you sat up, only to turn the soft lighting in the room up a notch before curling back up.
When Bill returned he had a beer in his hand, and you weren’t sure that was the best idea either. Whatever gets him through this one… if he gets through this one…
He sat on the end of the couch and slid across as you lifted your head up. This was it; how therapy sessions usually worked in this house.
Bill rested his arm across your shoulder and you entwined your fingers with his;
“What’s up?”
“…No. Better question, what isn’t up.”
You moved gently to settle yourself; “…Is it the case?”
“Which case?”
You chuckled, which case, like it could have been any other “The Terry Maitland case-!”
“Not the case I wanna talk about.”
“That sounds like it’s going well.”
“It was.” That statement followed by the sip of beer was blunt enough. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand, voice soothing;
“It’s a solid case… You’ll get him.”
“It’s more doubt as to whether he did it now.”
“Doubt-!? The evidence is solid right? That’s what your detective said!”
“Ralph did say that, but God, it’s just a mess…”
“Can you talk about it?” You twisted your head to look at him, concerned. And eventually he swallowed hard and his brown eyes lowered to yours,
“…Yeah… Probably. I just… don’t think I want to.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Mmm…” He looked back to the TV, and quirked an eyebrow; “What are you watching?”
“CSI NY.”
“Oh… Isn’t that a little too close to home?” You were a detective too, not in the same office as Ralph – and just out of District, thankfully. If your office was just a few miles West it would have made bringing anything to court fun.
“No. It’s fun.”
“Why?”
“Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t like to watch law programs and tell me everything they are doing wrong.”
“Ugh! Right now I just want to get away from any of that-!”
“Tough. You’re staying…”
You pulled his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles, “No, but, Bill…” You said it softly, but serious, “You’ll put this guy away I know you will…” You had faith in him, he rarely if ever lost a case. And this one had solid evidence.
“Y/N…” You didn’t think him protesting to it was helping, so you didn’t let him.
“You were elected right? They trust you…”
“Yes but-” You reached out and pressed your fingertips to his lips –
“Hush. Baby, no buts…” you gave a sweet smile, “…Just relax…”
Bill’s shoulders noticeably sloped and he lent back against the couch; “How about your day? For you to be curled up here under blankets…”
You shook your head, knowing he had you to a T. “Horrible.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“It’s just been a week, babe…” You shuffled once more to bring your knees in and huddle yourself further under your blankets, whilst also winding yourself around his own warmth.
“Tell me about it…” He sighed gently, balancing the bottle to run a hand through your hair – giving your fingers an affectionate squeeze “…I need a holiday after this one for sure.”
“Eh. Don’t get ahead of yourself…” You smiled, “This one needs your full attention we both know that.”
“Yeah. And so does everyone else.” Bill tipped his head back to look at the ceiling, “…my whole re-election is going to rest on this case and-”
“What did I just say-!?”
“Don’t get ahead of myself.”
“Mm. Just think on winning this one…”
“I’d still say that’s ahead of myself. But I’ll humour you.” Oh, you hoped he’d be doing a little more than that…
“Hold on…” He left you again momentarily, and when he returned it was with the tub of ice-cream that you’d just bought. Clearly that wasn’t lasting long. You eyed him and his single spoon as he moved you again – last time he promised – to resume relaxing.
You knew what he was doing, but you also knew the downward spiral that led to.
“Uh-! What did I tell you about comfort eating?”
He sighed, gently, “Stop?”
“Stop.” You repeated him a little sterner
But he suddenly looked downcast, and it was clear that Bill was going to start sulking; “I need it.”
This time your voice was concerned; “Stop. It’s not good for you.”
Comfort eating was fine in doses, you did that enough often – and in that respect the two of you were fairly alike. Bill had a habit of not being able to stop. You supposed you only aught to be glad that his muse was his sweet tooth and not the bottle.
“I need it.” And this time he insisted.
“Bill Samuels.”
This time, at your call of his name like that, he withdrew his hand from the tub; “Good boy.”
“Just one-” but he didn’t miss that hard look in your eyes once he caught your stare; “Please...”
Your look on your face softened just because of the look on his – how could you say no to that? He was a little too good at breaking your will sometimes. But you’d seen him do worse, especially in the court room. You wouldn’t like to be the person under fire when District Attorney William Samuels got going. You kinda enjoyed seeing him do it, though.
“A spoonful?” He tried to appeal to your good nature, which made you fold your arms and give a small shake of your head to concede;
“I’ll allow it.”
You knew it was going to take a little more than that, as he popped the lid. You watched him carefully but said nothing, biting your lip gently; “You better be prepared to work hard to burn those calories, boy.”
He resealed the tub and let the spoon fall with a clatter to the coffee table; “I’m done.”
“I bet.”
“No more until this case is over. I promise.”
You figured at the moment that was going to be hard to keep, but took his hands back in yours as you continued to watch the TV together
Eventually you broke the silence, hoping this time around you might get your DA to cave; “…Tell me what happened.”
He cleared his throat, “…Terry Matiland currently appears to have been in two places at once. How is that possible?”
“…For sure?”
“Ralph’s gone to check evidence at the hotel. But what if… Y/N.”
“That’s impossible. You have witnesses. Baby, you have DNA and prints that put him there – it’s not lost until it’s lost. And you told me that.” Bill did say things to you like that – and often, when you’d come home panicking about a court case with your own DA…
“Maybe you’re right…” He hesitated for a second, but then pressed on. “Maybe we have this, and it’s all just going to be some stupid coincidence. Or, doppelgänger thing. I dunno.”
“Juries have convicted on less. And for you.”
“Juries have convicted on less.” You were glad to hear that shot of confidence back in his voice.
Your eyes flicked back to him almost nonchalantly, and you tilted your head, that glint in your eyes that Bill also knew far too well; “Besides, you know what happens if you win… right?”
A different kind of tension now ran through his body, to match the blush that crossed his face, and his lips parted for his gasped breath.
“Y-Yes…”
And that sweet smile of yours turned to a wicked smirk; “Good Boy…”
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