#Mike Duarte fanfic

[thatesqcrush]

Come Back Alive

Duarte x f!reader. Spoilers for SVU 24x12 “Blood Out”

AN: listen in my SVU world, both Mikes aren’t dead, Barba’s a judge, and Rollins and Amaro are still there. Anyway, this is my fix it because I’m still not over what they did to Mike. For @adarafaelbarba bday bingo - Dangerous Woman, Ariana Grande (lyrics in italics).

WC: 1046, CW: see Blood Out - someone is attacked by a bunch of machetes. But it’s all HEA in this story.

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“Babe, where are you?” you spoke into the phone as you chewed on the tip of your nail. “Call me when you get this. Love you.”

You let out an irritated sigh as you ended the call. You knew Mike had been under a lot of stress with BX9 and the Manhattan SVU. You left work early to surprise Mike. You treated yourself to a mani/pedi and then spent an obscene amount of money on a lingerie set that was nothing more than a strip of fabric. At home you set to task with dinner - one of Mike’s favorites. You opened a wine that both of you enjoyed - a barolo - and let it breathe.

You did your best to ignore your rumbling stomach. Your phone buzzed and you saw it was Mike. You let out a sigh of relief and responded to his text.

‘Getting a pack of smokes and then I’ll be home.’

‘See you soon. LY’

You grabbed the remote and started flicking through the channels. After putting on a movie, you decided to help yourself to a glass of wine. And then another. You brought back the bottle before you finished it all and decided to watch the movie. You couldn’t wait ‘til Mike got home.

The sound of an ambulance wailing caused you to wake up with a startle. You groaned, rubbing your eyes. It was eerily quiet.

You glanced at the digital clock and realized hours had gone by. You frowned at the realization that Mike still wasn’t home. Your gut gnawed at you. You were used to Mike working all hours - it was part of the job. Still, you couldn’t help but worry.

When you stood up, the empty glass of wine along with your phone that was on your lap fell and shattered to the ground. “Shit,” you muttered as you carefully toed around the shards of glass.

You returned with the dust pan from under the sink and then grabbed your phone from off the floor to see if Mike at least messaged you.

Your stomach dropped as you saw the dozens of missed calls and texts for you to call back. Your heart began to race and your hands shook as you listened to the voicemails.

Mike was hurt.

He was attacked by BX9.

Surgery.

Lots of blood loss.

You need to be here just in case.

It was that last message that sent you bolting to the kitchen to throw up in your sink.

Your phone buzzed. It was Muncy.

You answered, putting the phone on speaker. “Muncy what the fuck is going on?” You asked, your voice shaking. “Is Mike okay? Please don’t tell me he —“you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, instead beginning to sob.

“There’s a car outside to take you to the hospital. I’ll explain more when you get here. Mike was attacked and he’s really hurt. You just need to get here now!”

You grabbed your purse and sprinted down the stairs of the apartment building. You could barely breathe or think straight as you flew down the stairs. You burst out of the apartment complex just as two uniforms showed up.

“It’s me! Mike’s—“

The officers nodded and ushered you to their car. The city passed by as a blur - lights and sirens overwhelming you. You began to cry again and clutched the small crucifix you wore on a chain.

You just prayed you weren’t too late.

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Hours went by.

You wept on Muncy’s shoulder.

You went to the hospital chapel to pray.

Someone brought you coffee but you didn’t touch it.

Finally, two surgeons emerged. You squeezed Muncy’s hand tightly and she squeezed it back.

The surgeons said it was a miracle that Mike survived. He lost a lot of blood and required multiple transfusions. He was in bad shape but he would pull through.

You nearly fainted in relief. And then you promptly threw up again.

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You found yourself sitting vigil by Mike’s bedside for days. You held his hand, rubbing concentric circles, praying that Mike would wake up soon. You needed to be there in case Mike woke up. Mike had a plethora of visitors. Muncy and Benson both tried - and failed - to convince you to go home and rest.

You were stubborn to a fault - a trait that sometimes got you called a pain in the ass by Mike. You refused each time.

One night you nodded off, slumped forward with your head on the bed, your hand still holding his.

You woke up to the feel of your hair being stroked. You opened your eyes and realized it was Mike. Your heart soared and you felt a tremendous weight lifted off your boulders.

Mike gave you a defeated smile. You leaned over him, cradling his face and then peppered him with kisses.

“I got hurt.” Mike croaked. “I live for danger.”

“You sure fuckin’ do,” you replied with a fresh set of tears. “Please don’t ever do that again.”

“Sweetheart, I’m probably going to have to put my papers in after this.”

“That’s okay.” You sniffled. “I want that. I want you home with me. I love you.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Oh no, I look terrible.” You wiped your eyes and ran your hands through your tussled hair.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“Benson, Muncy, Joe - the whole crew - they’re going to get these assholes. They’re not gonna stop until —“

“I know. They’ll start what I finished,” Mike replied. “I know. Now get up here.”

You looked at Mike warily. “Listen you almost became ceviche. I don’t think me climbing in bed is the best for recovery.”

Mike let out a deep laugh before wincing. “Ceviche! Ah, come on. I’m bulletproof at least.”

“I am never letting that go,” you teased.

Mike smiled. “I would hope not. But listen, I’m pretty doped up on morphine right now so I’m not feeling much pain. I’m good, baby. So get up here.”

You climbed into the hospital bed and carefully laid next to him. “You know how I’m feeling. Can we just hold each other and never let go for the rest of our lives?”

Mike squeezed your hand. “God as my witness. That’s the plan.”

FIN.

Tags: errrr lmk if you wanna be tagged for Duarte. @plaidbooks @storiesofsvu @madpanda75 @beccabarba

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War Zone - Mike Duarte x Reader - You rush to the scene when Mike's caught in the line of fire. - Pre Past Mistakes

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Breathe (Chapter 3)

A/N: Sorry it took me almost 3 years to update this story, life got in the way and I wanted to make sure this next chapter was great because Ginny, Mike, and Livan deserved it!  This chapter definitely had more MikexGinny interaction than Livan, but he had the game to get ready for!  You can also read the new chapter on Ao3 here!!  Enjoy!!!

Rating: T

Word Count: 979

Ginny sighed softly as she took her spot next to Mike on the bus to PNC Park, with Livan taking his now usual place in the row behind them, headphones around his neck so he could still listen to his partners talk.

“You know you don’t have to tell the trainers what happened last night, right?” Ginny whispered to Mike, noticing how the captain hadn’t put his headphones on to listen to his usual pre-game music.  And Ginny knew from previous experience that it was because he was listening closely to her shitty lungs, anxiously awaiting another wheeze, cough, or hitch in her breathing.

“I’m sorry, what was that?  I couldn’t hear you over the memory of you gasping for air last night, or wheezing this morning after merely putting your clothing on,” Mike hissed back, trying to contain the bitterness in his voice so as not to upset Ginny.  “I’m just worried about you.  Livan and I both are.  So sue me if I want you to get checked over to make sure you’re not going to almost keel over again,” Mike sighed, his forehead creases softening as Ginny’s shoulders lost their tenseness and she leaned into his side, finally allowing herself a small moment of vulnerability.

“I’m sorry about that, you know?  I really thought I had a handle on the attack, it just caught me off guard.  I’m sorry I scared you guys,” Ginny whispered softly, settling her cheek against Mike’s shoulder for comfort the last five minutes of the ride.

“I’m not mad at you, rookie.  I’m mad at myself.  I’m not just your boyfriend, I’m also your captain and catcher.  I should have known something was wrong.  I should be able to anticipate your every move, your every breath,” Mike sighed, slipping an arm around Ginny’s waist slyly to pull her close, not only to provide her with comfort, but also to soothe himself in a way.

“It’s asthma.  It’s going to be unpredictable at times, you can’t always know when something is going to happen,” Ginny explained as she pressed her face into Mike’s shoulder, letting the older man squeeze her close before she pulled back, seeing PNC Park come into view.

“Now that we’ve resolved that, let’s get you looked over, mami,” Livan smiled as he stood, stretching his arms to crack his back before he followed Ginny and Mike off the bus.

“Fine,” Ginny huffed as she let Mike lead her to the visiting locker room, grumpily following him into the training room where a portable nebulizer already appeared to be set up.

“I called ahead,” Mike smirked as he nudged Ginny forward, laughing slightly as she clearly held back the urge to stomp her foot and let the athletic trainer listen to her breathing before she took the mouthpiece of the nebulizer and slid it between her lips.

Leaning back in the spinny chair, Ginny let her shoulders slump as she breathed in the medication, trying to keep her gaze on the ground as she heard Salvamini and Blip enter the training room to get taped for warm-ups.

“What happened with Ginny?” Blip asked Mike in concern as he gently patted Ginny’s shoulder curiously, because he knew she wasn’t supposed to talk when taking her medication.

“Asthma attack last night.  Livan and I had it under control though.  She’s not playing today obviously, but she should be back warming up with us tomorrow,” Mike explained as he settled into the warm whirlpool, letting the heat soothe his achy back and knees.

“So are they marking her on the DL for today?” Salvamini asked curiously as he tilted his head, clearly trying to figure out how the nebulizer worked.  “I think my little brother had to use something like this when we were younger,” he commented offhandedly before raising his fist to Ginny so she could bump it with her own.

“They shouldn’t be.  She’s not scheduled to play today anyway, and I don’t think Baker wants the whole world knowing about her shitty lungs,” Mike teased, though he shot Ginny a stern look when she pulled the nebulizer mouthpiece out from her lips to stick her tongue out at Mike quickly before putting it back in place.

Less than ten minutes later, when Ginny was done with the medicine, and being stared at by almost all her teammates; she was back in the main locker room, changing into her uniform before Livan gently knocked on the curtain shielding her from the rest of the guys.

“Are you dressed mami?” Livan asked curiously, his jersey only half done up as he rocked back on his heels.

“Yeah papi, I’m dressed,” Ginny called back, smiling as he stepped behind the curtain to press a firm kiss to her forehead before dropping a second to her lips.

“I know you needed the medicine.  But I feel like it took all of my self-control not to go over and hold you while you took that breathing treatment,” Livan whispered softly against Ginny’s hair as he finally pulled her into his chest for a hug, feeling her weight press against him as she settled into the hug.

“We have a few minutes before we need to be out on the field.  Or before I need to be on the field and you get to warm the bench.  Do you want me to just hold you for a while?” Livan asked, though he already could anticipate Ginny’s response, bracing himself for her to sag more of her body weight towards him.

Smiling, Livan let his own eyes drift shut for a brief second, cherishing this soft moment, knowing that the only thing that would make it better would be Mike hugging Ginny from her other side, but he was talking with Al, so that minute in time, his own presence would have to be enough.

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So, there is a story idea for ABO Breaking Bad in my head for some time now, and so I want to ask you guys - what do you think about these two ships? One is given in the BB universe (characters from 2 other fandoms, I just feel these two together), and an unusual (or maybe even never used) BB ship.

1. Alpha DEA agent Joel Miller / Omega Mike Duarte (not sure about his job yet)

2. Alpha DEA agent Steve Goméz / Omega former drug addict Jesse Pinkman

Lemme know what you think about it guys, if you'd want to read a fanfic with those! Thanks!

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Writing Update

This post is out of respect for everyone who has been following me since I started sharing my stories here. I'll leave it pinned on the profile so don't worry!

Versos de Placer

I'm already well ahead of the last chapter, but I haven't touched the story in months for reasons of: I'm very tired. At some point I will finish it (I still need a good ending) and until that happens, I have no news about it. As soon as I have it, I'll let you know!

Bossa Nova

(i don't know why i used this gif but it somehow always makes me aware of how unhinged he is lol)

Update: I finished and it's already published! 😉

This one is closer to being published, but also without a date. Once I finish Versos de Placer, I'll be more comfortable just focusing on it and IT WILL BE THE LAST 'LONG FANFIC' AROUND HERE (at least for a loooong time). I'm experimenting with some ideas about it, revisiting what I've already done and what the next steps will be, but you can count on more Benny!

Narcos

When you go to my profile, you will see that Javier Peña and Steve Murphy are marked 'no longer writing for', and that is… the truth. Maybe in the future I'll come back to them, but I need the right idea and the right mindset, as this particular fandom is curiously complicated. Their stories are still available!

Requests

I'll close them here. Yeah, well, there's not much of a secret, so just understand that I don't have the constant writing capacity to meet demands in this regard. Call me old-fashioned, but I like to believe in a story instead of just writing it. I'll leave this in my bio too!

AO3

Since the end of last year I have been studying the possibility of starting to work more with AO3. It's a platform that I know little about, so I want to make sure I know how to use it before I start producing there. You will also find out when this will happen.

Last but not least... New characters

Everything I did outside the box (with Gurney, Dave York and Mike Duarte) were more writing experiments. I'm always open to doing something like that, as is the case with James Wilson (which I've been maturing and CONSIDERING), but for now the only characters I write for are:

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

Horacio Carrillo (Narcos)

Will Miller (Triple Frontier)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

Benny Magalon (Den of Thieves)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Some always appear more than others, but they are all still in my orbit! Who doesn't love a mix of ambiguous police officers with ex-military men who need therapy and a dash of divorced university professors?

If you have any questions, my DM and ask box are open! 😉

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Mike Duarte Masterlist

Come Back Alive

Twos Company, Threes Not a Crowd (Agent Greer(s12x24) X Reader X Mike Duarte) - written under my side acct. - https://www.tumblr.com/apenny4thots/713723523117563904/twos-company-three-is-not-a-crowd?source=share

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Chapter 2 of Pitch Fic

Chapter 2 of Breathe is finally up!  I am so sorry this fic took me a year and a half to update!! 

[harvestleaves]

I finally have the sequel to Breathe in the works, I’ve been rewatching Pitch the last few days and I’ve got some new inspiration. I just need a name for the new fic, so message me some suggestions.

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Pitch Masterlist

Fanfics

Out at the Park- Mike/Livan, Mike/Ginny

Breathe- Ginny/Mike/Livan

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Pitch Fic

Breathe

Rating-T

Summary-Mike and Livan hear Ginny having an asthma attack in the hotel room next to theirs after a game.