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deliciousangelfestival · 2 years ago

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Just found my favorite Rick flag stories, and I want to share it with you guys 😄🥰

Joel Kinnaman Masterlist

Rick Flag

Takeshi Kovacs

Stephen Holder

Ed Baldwin

🌟= new post

🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

✍= reader insert ✉️ = ask/ request

Main Masterlist

Fics:

Schrodinger’s Cat (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Rick is about to leave on his next mission with Task Force X, and you have a bad feeling about it….

Bleeding Heart Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has a mysterious new recruit on Task Force X. Without being provided any information, Rick will have to learn about this new team member on the job.

Surprise! (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 ✍

Rick loves sneaking up and scaring you when you least expect it. But turnabout is fair play….

The Colonel and the Sergeant Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader, Past Bucky Barnes x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When you and your boyfriend Rick Flag bump into your ex, Bucky Barnes, at a bar one night, things get a bit awkward. But how will revelations about your past relationship affect your current one?

A Christmas Miracle (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When you are in an accident and forced to stay in the hospital for Christmas, will your partner Rick Flag be his normal pain in the ass self, or will he surprise you?

Up in Smoke (Hurt/Comfort Edition) (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick feels terrible when he has to work late and misses dinner with you, but he is in for a terrible surprise when he gets home.

Up in Smoke (Pure Angst Edition) (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick feels terrible when he has to work late and misses dinner with you, but he is in for a deadly surprise when he gets home.

Since That Day (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Since the day you lost Rick in Corto Maltese, you have been planning your revenge. And now, the time has come…

Break the Ice (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When his best friend falls through the ice when skating, Rick tries to save you. But pulling you out of the water might just be the start of things….

All I Want for Christmas is You (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Last Christmas Eve, Rick had a special surprise for you. This Christmas Eve, another big event is happening as well.

Christmas is for Friends and Family (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When you tell Rick that you don’t do Christmas because it is a time for family and friends, neither of which you have, he makes it his mission to prove you wrong.

Whatever You Need (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When his friend calls him late at night to say you were attacked and needs his help, Rick races to your aid immediately.

The Person I’ve Become (Dark!Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

After he returned from Corto Maltese, Rick thought his life was over. Until, that is, he is reunited with an old acquaintance. But what happens when the truth comes out and it appears he might lose everything once again?

Not So Friendly Fire (Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

When you are captured, Rick Flag will do whatever it takes to get you back.

It’ll Be Okay (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

Rick and you are captured on a mission by a man looking for information. And he is willing to use any means necessary to get the answers he is looking for.

Promises Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has promised you time and time again that he would leave Task Force X, but yet again he has failed to keep his word. And this time you have finally had enough.

Being Afraid Doesn’t Make You Weak Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has known about your fear of flying for a while. So when your plane heads directly into a storm on the way to a mission, he tries his best to make you as comfortable as possible. And the flight is just the start of the troubles….

Partners (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

You and Rick have been partners in DC for years. But when you hear a rumor he might be getting transferred, you can’t help but wonder what this will mean for your friendship.

This Means War (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

After receiving new commands from Waller, you have no choice but the lead the Suicide Squad into battle against ARGUS. But to make it to the end of the fight, what are you willing to do? And are you willing to take out anyone who stands in your way?

Let Me Teach You (Rick Flag & gn!Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

When Rick finds out he has to go to a big military ball, he is horrified. Dancing is definitely not one of his many skills. So, you offer to teach him.

Breakfast For Two (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

On your first anniversary, Rick tries to surprise you by making eggs for breakfast. While it doesn’t go as planned, you keep up that tradition years later.

Hello Darlin’ (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

Your ex-boyfriend, Rick, broke your heart when he left town months ago. But when he suddenly reappears and wants to talk, can you find a way to forgive him?

Presumed Dead Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick Flag watched the love of his life fall to her death three months ago. However, when he is captured by the same enemy that stole you from him, he discovers things aren't always what they seem.

Thank You, Colonel Flag (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 ✍

On the one-year anniversary of his near-death experience on Corto Maltese, Rick Flag is left reflecting on the disaster his life has become. But a chance encounter with a familiar stranger may change his perspective.

Eternally Yours Masterlist (Vampire!Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

As a vampire, you have walked the Earth alone for thousands of years, resigned to the fact that everyone you ever meet will perish in what seems like a blink of an eye. That is until you find the one person who you can't bear to lose….

I’d Catch a Grenade For You (Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

When a mission goes wrong, Rick makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect you.

I Got You (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The mission went from bad to worse. After you are injured, Rick manages to get you to the safe house. However, after an infection sets in, is there anything else he can do?

Drabbles:

"Where does it hurt?” = Rick Flag x Female!Reader

“You’re so stubborn!”

“All I ever wanted was for you to see me.”

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them

Person A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on Person B’s desk

A Hand-Sketched Photo (Alternate POV)

Fics:

It’s Still You and It’s Still Me (Takeshi Kovacs x Envoy!Reader) 😘 ✍

You were once an Envoy and lover of Takeshi Kovacs. 250 years ago, you were both killed. Now after a mix up, you are resleeved and alone. That is, until you run across a familiar stranger…..

Eternity (Hades!Takeshi Kovacs x Persephone!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

A Hades & Persephone AU: Takeshi Kovacs and you are as different as night and day. Yet somehow your relationship works. However, when his lifestyle catches up with you, the two of you must deal with the consequences.

Don’t Hide From Me (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When Takeshi is targeted, you get caught in the crossfire.

Never Threaten a Man’s Profit Margin (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Takeshi Kovacs and you go to track down a suspect at Fightdrome. But when you disappear, Tak is in for a terrible surprise.

Sleep is For the Weak (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

You and Takeshi are trying to track down the suspect in your latest case. But sometimes Tak forgets you are not as unstoppable as you try to make yourself seem.

Impossible Situation (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When you ran away from your abusive family of criminals, you met Tak and everything seemed perfect. But major crime syndicates will do whatever it takes to reclaim what they view is theirs, leaving Tak with an impossible choice.

Drabbles:

“How did you get in here?”

“It’s alright to feel broken every once in a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

A kisses B, but A can tell there is no feeling behind it anymore.

Fics:

Christmas Magic (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 ✍

When you and your partner Holder are forced to go out of town Christmas Eve for a case, you try to find a way to reveal to him your feelings. But when one thing after another goes wrong, can either one of you salvage things?

Someone Always Gets Hurt (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

It was only supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement between you and Holder, but when one of you develops real feelings, things get complicated.

Please Wake Up (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Stephen goes missing in the middle of a case so you join the search party even though you ended things with him a few weeks ago. However, as you search, some revelations make you rethink your decision to break up with him.

Clowns (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Holder and you are trying to track down a suspect, but something about him is making Holder uncomfortable.

My Favorite Song (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When your boyfriend starts avoiding you, you try everything to figure out what went wrong.

Santa and His Elf (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 ✍

Holder signs the two of you up to play Santa and his elf at the local Christmas Village only to show up late. While initially furious with him, things soon take an unexpected turn….

Drabbles:

“Why would you even care?” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

“Bake me a cake and we’ll talk.” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

Surprise Sunday morning breakfast. = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

Fics:

History Repeats Itself (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When Ed receives a call, he has to experience one of the worst experiences in his life all over again.

You're Going to Be Fine Masterlist (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When things go wrong in space, you only have your other crew member to be there for you. And you will always have Ed Baldwin’s back. Even if that means putting his health and safety before your own.

Distress Call (Ed Baldwin) 😥 ✍

Ed managed to be the last survivor after Jamestown was attacked. But for how much longer?

Focus on Your Next Breath (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Set between Seasons 1 and 2 of For All Mankind, Ed has returned from the moon yet he is still dealing with everything that happened to him in the past 6 months: Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Good thing he has his old friend to help talk him through it.

Drabbles:

The Only Way

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johnbassplayercutie · 11 months ago

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Man-U-Lip-U-Lator

Warnings: 18+, manipulation, fem!reader x stephen glass

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You work with Stephen, and after a few times of hearing his stories at weekly meetings, you grow suspicious of him. You stay late one day at work when it's just you and him there after everyone's left. Your plan is to interrogate him or at least figure out if he's really telling the truth. You notice he gets up to print some stuff in the printing room and decide on snooping through his things in his office. Once finding incriminating evidence that suggests he's faking everything, he comes back catching you sifting through his stuff (aka his little black book from the movie with all his "info" in it lmao).

part one ♡

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Stephen finishes up collecting his printed copies and walks back to his office. He's too preoccupied to notice that you’re missing from your own.

Stephen enters, gripping his copies tightly and stands frozen in shock at you leaning over his messy desk of papers.

"What are you doing?!" He whines loudly, noticing you holding his little planner, open to a random page.

You whip your head to the office door and almost yelp out at his sudden appearance. It's too late now to back out.

"You've been lying, haven't you?" You state matter-of-factly rather than a simple question.

"What are you talking about?" Stephen questions as he feigns ignorance to the topic, "Give me back my planner, that's important for my sources!"

"Yeah, yeah. Your sources." You rolled your eyes and finger quoted sarcastically.

"Look, if this is about if Dave ever picked up from the Hackers Organization, I already gave Chuck the correct phone number. I got it confused with another one of my sources." Stephen tried to derail the topic.

"Stephen, I know you’ve been lying. And that goes for the Hackers Organization, too." You state, crossing your arms and holding his planner close.

You know he would try to snatch it at any chance if it means saving his ass from being fired. There was no way you'd let him get the satisfaction.

"Are you mad at me?! Did I do something wrong?" Stephen questions worriedly, "I swear I just made a few mistakes with the details, but I gave Chuck all the correct information!" He babbles on with an anxious tone and demeanor.

His attitude begins to make you falter. Maybe it's all just in your head and you're jealous of his success. You almost feel bad for him, he's practically about to beg on his knees.

No, no, no, snap out of it! You were sure of it.

Stephen steps closer to you, obviously trying to get his planner back. You distance yourself from him but back up into his computer, knocking over his pencil holder on the desk, the contents spilling all over the floor.

"Y/N, watch where you're going! You could've deleted the files on my computer, they’re important!” He whines out like usual. You scramble to the floor, attempting to pick up the scattered pencils whilst placing his planner down beside you.

Stephen eyes his planner down beside you but keeps up with the manipulation tactics. He’s hoping he will dissuade you from what he knows is the truth. He kneels down, helping you pick up the pencils off the floor and returning them into the holder. Stephen stares at you intently before speaking, sure of himself that this lie will work.

"Look, if you really don't believe me, you could always come over to my apartment," You meet his eyes, confused as to how that could even be a solution. He continues on and notices you're not buying it before quickly conjuring up more lies with ease, "I have the cassette tape recordings of my sessions with the Hackers Organization. I could play it for you if you don't believe me. I even have tapes from other editorials I did."

You ponder if he could be really telling you the truth. It wouldn't really hurt to try and hear him out. You still have his planner and you could use it against him as blackmail if all proves false.

"Okay....but if you're lying about this, then I'm going to report you to Chuck. I have this to prove otherwise,"

You reach to grab the planner but notice that it's not where you placed it. You panic internally but try to act calm, then noticing Stephen is grasping the planner for his dear life. You flicker to his hands and his knuckles are white and veins strained.

His eyes meet yours and you can almost see him smirk. Almost.

Damn it.

"Look, I really don't like the way you're treating me. I feel really attacked!" Stephen states, getting suddenly defensive and angry.

"I'm not– I-I just want what's best for our readers and everyone working here." You say softly, feeling put on the spot as he scolds you.

"You're one of my editors! You're supposed to support me, but you're taking Chuck's side over mine!" He raises his voice again, visibly upset, chest rising and falling in agony.

He looks sad, tears forming in his eyes, but something is off. He quickly falters, and you can see him forming a shy smile.

"If you really don't believe me, you can come listen to the cassette tapes..." He says softly and shamefully, like someone denied him of something meaningful. He completely avoids the fact that he just took the notes, spoiling your plans of questioning him.

You have no choice but to do as he says. Your only solution from this disaster was that note planner.

"Alright, fine. Let's go before it's too late. I have more important things to do than deal with this all night." You say exasperated, urging him to grab his things and get this over and done with. The sooner you can hear or not hear these tapes, the closer you are to deciding Stephen's fate.

Stephen takes the planner and stuffs it into his leather briefcase, zipping it up. He can't risk you snatching it away from him again.

He returns to his usual chirpy self, babbling on about random facts, talking about things in his office or his apartment. It's like whatever outburst he had a few minutes ago never happened.

He glances over at you, keeping a close eye on you as he puts his arms through his suit jacket. His gaze is intense and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. The urge to look away is becoming strong but his eyes lure you in. You flush red in the face and suddenly you’re squeezing your thighs together. Only a look from him and you’re already wet.

Stephen’s eyes flicker down, noticing your tension before he looks back to your face, biting his lip knowingly.

You have to admit Stephen was always handsome. You've always kept a watchful eye on him at work, only solidifying the fact. There's no denying that you may have a crush on obsession with him. How else would you suspect he was lying when all you do is eavesdrop and watch him?

Stephen gives a small smile as he adjusts his collar, walking up to you. You feel your heart begin to race at his closeness. He leans in closer, reaching an arm around you. You can hear your heart stop for a second.

A second later, the click of the mouse awakens you from a daze. You can hear his slow breathing next to your ear as he's against you, trapping you against the desk. He whispers softly in your ear, "Just have to save my work and turn off the computer before we go." You can hear him grin before clicking the power button and moving back to face you.

You're in shock at the proximity between the two of you. Your mind is misfiring, confused as to where the shy and boyish Stephen had run off to. No, he was right in front of you...right?

"Stephen, I–" You're about to speak but no words come to mind. You sigh quietly as his hand grazes against your hip, steadying you against his desk.

He quirks a brow, urging you on to continue. He's pleased, his smile coming through as he resists doing so.

"Uh—nevermind." You falter before looking anywhere but at him. His face is so close you could kiss him.

"Okay," He pulls away and shrugs. He's smiling now, flickering his eyes away playfully before turning toward the door. "You should probably grab your coat." Stephen walks over to the chair and grabs his briefcase and coat, waiting for you by the door. His finger rests on the light switch, ready for you to exit his office first.

You're blushing and it's clearly obvious now that he's got you in his trap. You turn to him before walking out his door, "I'll be right back."

You grab your coat and purse and quickly flick off your office lights, closing the door behind you. Stephen's waiting for you by the elevator at the end of the room. As you slip into your coat, Stephen is facing the elevator before turning to you as you approach his side.

"You, first." He states as the door slides open, his gaze holding yours with intensity.

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endmeprettyplease · 3 years ago

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HC for Joel characters (which ever ones your comfortable with) taking care of sick reader????

Ahh! thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy! Also I’m sorry I haven’t seen For All Mankind:( or else I would have included Ed.

Taking Care of Sick!Reader (Rick Flag, Takeshi Kovacs, Stephen Holder)

Rick:

With Rick gone on missions so often I believe he values the time he does get with you greatly. The first time he comes back from an OP and sees an “I’m sick:/” text, he forgets about how awful he smells from a week in the jungle. As well as how sore and tired he is. He’s immediately rushing to the pharmacy by your apartment, purchasing everything anyone would need for a cold or flu. Not even bothering to give you a call to ask what you meant by ‘sick’. When he finally arrives at your door he practically barges in, much to your amusement, dumping two bags of medications, canned soup and a jug of orange juice on your counter. I don’t think Rick would ever hesitate to kiss or cuddle you when you’re ill, in fact he’d encourage it. Loving the quiet and cozy domesticity of it all, loving feeling useful and needed. He’d heat up the soup, apologize, and comment on how it's “Not as good as his mom’s, but it’ll do the job.” He’s also completely un-phased by the idea of catching what you have.

I think the next time he leaves for a mission he’ll sniffle with a smile, bushing off a comment from Harley about how he’s looking even paler than her.

Takeshi:

When Takeshi is worried he gets defensive and irritable. When he’s worried about you? He’s borderline neurotic. So when he wakes to the sound of your choked off coughs coming from the bathroom he nearly takes the door off the hinges. Seeing you looking so pale, eyes and nose red he’s pissed. Angry that you're sick, but more angry that he can’t do anything about it. He reprimands you like it’s somehow your fault and yet tells Poe to have medication delivered to your room in the same breath. Takeshi will make you take whatever pills Poe says is best and tuck you into bed with a frown like a grumpy dad. He’ll press his lips to your temple under the guise of checking your temperature, telling you he knows this is just to avoid the stake out you were supposed to accompany him on. If you show any concern about him catching what you have Takeshi will roll his eyes and grumble that ‘Envoy’s don’t get sick’. When he goes out he totally won’t be watching the live feed of his room to make sure you’re resting, and he absolutely won’t forbid Poe from allowing you to leave the hotel if you try.

When he inevitably catches what you had, definitely don’t laugh or comment when he coughs. Just leave a glass of water and two cold tablets on his end table and pretend you didn’t notice he took them.

Stephen:

I recently re-watched The Killing, and for some reason I feel like Stephen would be terrified of catching your cold too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still great support and help. Just definitely ‘I’ve got your back…..from right over here’ vibes. You send him out for cough syrup and he’s coming back with 3 different kinds, trying to talk you into using a neti pot with some weird herbs he’s sure will cure you. Stephen is absolutely making homemade chicken noodle soup with extra chili flakes and lemon to ‘clear’ your sinuses. Good luck asking for a snuggle and don’t even think about a kiss. He shows his love in so many other ways you don’t really mind though. Fawning over you, fluffing pillows and tracking your temperature. Anything you need, he’s on it.

If he does get sick? Let’s say that the whole “no kiss, no cuddle” rule goes out the window. He’s like a big whiny cat who wants to live on your lap. You might need to take a day or two off work.

#rick flag x you #rick flag #rick flag x reader #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs x you #the suicide squad #altered carbon #the killing #stephen holder #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x you #joel kinnaman x reader #headcanon

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reveluving · 2 years ago

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am I in dire need for some thoughts about our fav men rn?

absolutely.

yall know what to do

I'm in desperate need for either:

Rick

Stephen

Benny

Price

Clyde

y'know the drill; it can be fluffy or sexy, or both (pls). a prompt or an essay is up to you 🧎🏻‍♀️. go go! 📭

#i have a couple more in my inbox too #i promise i'll come back for that too!#SPARE THOTS FOR THESE MEN I BEG #rick flag x reader #benny miller x reader #john price x reader #stephen holder x reader #clyde logan x reader #ed baldwin x reader

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babblydrabbly · 3 years ago

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You'll Understand When You Come My Way || A Valentine's Day Oneshot

F!Reader x Stephen Holder x Erik Heller x Rick Flag x Takeshi Kovacs

5.8k+ words

a/n - Happy Valentines Day, lovelies! This is obviously ridiculous and indulgent, so let's not think too hard about how they all ended up in the same universe. Inspired by that scene from Sense8 and the song Demons by Fatboy Slim. Enjoy!

warnings: poly!ship fic. smut. m/f. m/m. m/m/f/m/m lmao ok alright. reader's got two hands and three holes ykwim. language. food mention. smoking. drinking. fingering. kissing. oral. rimming. squirting. handjobs. penetrative sex. anal sex. dp. cum. creampie. we got it all bby, its v-day!

I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

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Not all of them get along. In fact, tonight's truce is a bit of a miracle. But you've had a long day at work, and the boys want to make sure their gracious host still has a nice, pleasant Valentine's.

You lie back in Stephen’s passenger seat as he drives you both home. It’s been a long day. While your partner was out following a possible lead, you wound up staying at the precinct with a difficult witness. And after a small fight broke out in holding just as you were about done for the day, you’re ready to just take off your shoes and uncork whatever you can find in the kitchen cabinets.

Stephen’s in a strangely good mood the whole drive home, though. He bangs his thumbs on the steering wheel to the music playing on his vastly out-dated stereo.

“Ay, d’you even remember what day it is, girl?” He says, elbowing you. He reaches over and turns up the volume as a sensual R&B song fills up the car. “Do I need to put you in the mood?”

You snort, turning your head to him. He makes a valiant attempt at grinding seductively to the music in his seat and shoots you a smirk.

You had almost forgotten. The police station isn’t exactly big on decorations. The thought occurs to you that it's Valentine’s Day exactly once, when you slipped out of your office to buy some lunch and noticed someone selling flowers on the street outside today. You checked your phone calendar, shocked at how much of February had gotten away from you.

“The mood for what exactly?” You eventually ponder out loud. Stephen pulls into your driveway slowly and puts the car in park.

No one at work yet knows your living arrangements with Stephen Holder. Ever since he insisted on moving in to help you keep an eye on your guests, the two of you had grown to be so much more than partners. It was a tension that had always been there between the two of you. But after encountering Rick, Takeshi, and Erik, Stephen couldn’t keep his attraction silent anymore. Not with the way the others so obviously vied for you over these past few months.

Still, there were things you simply didn’t hold any expectations over. Romantic holidays for one thing. You and Stephen were both busy people with the same job. And considering you hadn’t remembered, you certainly had no intention of expecting Stephen Holder to.

Stephen leans over the center console and meets your lips with a kiss. You hum gratefully and grasp at his jaw as you move your mouth against his.

“You’ll see.” He muses after a moment. His eyes linger on your mouth. “But lemme keep you to myself for a second. ‘Fore you go inside ‘n see everyone.”

You chuckle curiously against a fresh onslaught of kisses. “They’re all home?”

The detective doesn’t elaborate. Instead, you feel his long fingers glide over the fabric on your thigh and slip between your legs.

You close your eyes as Stephen teases your center over your layers of clothes. You thread your own hand through his hair where it grows longer at his scalp, giving him an encouraging tug. You can tell from the way he delivers you a muffled groan he’d like to do a lot more than that.

You reach down and unbutton your pants for him. You guide his hand toward the zipper, and Stephen pulls his face away, shaking it into the crook of your neck. “Hold up- you need to get that sexy ass inside.” He mumbles, nuzzling your neck.

You pin his face there and earn yourself a hot, wet kiss just over your pulse. You whimper teasingly. “You don’t want to stay here awhile?”

There’s little Stephen can resist when it comes to you. You arch your back when his fingers slip past your waistband and make contact with your pussy. Stephen makes another wanton sound as he’s met with your folds already so warm and slick.

“Goddamn, mama.” He murmurs against your collar. He laves at your skin while you chase his firm touch with your hips. Stephen lets you grind on his palm. He slips his middle fingers inside your entrance, curling them as your clit seeks desperate friction. You were nodding off on your way home, and now you’re drawing Stephen’s face back up to yours, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

“A’ight, a’ight. You’re goin’ inside.” He grins as he pulls away. You’re incredulous when he slips his hand out from between your legs and plants one last firm kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Stephen!” You practically whine.

“C’mon.” He laughs. He quickly removes the keys and steps out.

Begrudgingly, you button yourself back up, still a little stunned that he was passing up the opportunity to have some fun in the car. Especially when he was just talking about trying to ‘put you in the mood’. You glance up in the rearview mirror as you gather your bag and your coat, trying to see what he was rummaging through in the trunk.

He shuts it as you step out. You arch a suspicious brow at him.

“What on earth are you doing?” You say, making your way toward him. Stephen stops you with his hands on your hips, his mischievous grin unmistakable.

“Yo I gotta bring some stuff inside. You go in first, yeah?”

You find yourself being spun around as a playful slap on your ass sends you on your way.

You enter your house through the garage. Immediately, you’re hit by the scent of something wonderful cooking. You stop to sigh at the warmth of your normally barren kitchen. Before you shared your home with anyone, it hardly saw any use.

Erik Heller stands at the island, chopping up leafy greens with deft hands. You take in the sight of his broad shoulders in a nice knitted sweater pushed up to his elbows, noting how well dressed he looks this evening, even for him. He pauses from the cutting board to take a sip of red wine and notices you standing in the doorway. He gives you that quaint smile that still dazzles you somehow.

“Welcome home.” He says softly. You smile back and set your things down, wandering over to the stove top. You inhale deeply over the saucepan bubbling with something bright red and delicious looking.

Erik joins you. Before you can ask about his day, he comes up from behind you closely and stirs into the pot with a wooden spoon. He takes your hip in his other hand and sways you while he continues cooking. You huff.

“Let me guess, you’re not going to explain anything about all of this either.”

Erik leans over your shoulder and takes a sip of sauce before offering the spoon to you.

“I’m told you’re an exceptional detective.” He smiles as you taste a bit for yourself. You give an appreciative sound when the rich combination of basil and tomatoes touch your tongue. Erik gives your hip a squeeze. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now.”

Slipping out of his grasp, you eye him as you wander over to the other dishes already prepared. You swipe your finger through a bowl of another sauce that looks warm and creamy, with slices of mushroom floating along the surface. Erik tuts at you as you steal a taste.

You smile. “I don’t know if I like all of you conspiring against me yet.”

Erik wipes his hands on a towel by the stove before planting himself in front of you. He nudges you against the counter, his eyes dropping to the finger that lingers, caught between your teeth. He reaches up, pulling it from your mouth, and your lips fall open as you watch Erik slip the digit past his own. His eyes fall shut as he hums, tasting you.

You swallow. You feel the wet warmth of his tongue slide along the pad of your finger.

Then, the gentle suction as he bobs his head ever so faintly down, til his lips brush your knuckles. The action is so soft, yet so electric, sending a jolt of desire down to your core. You watch him, hypnotized, until he opens his eyes again and pulls his lips off your finger with a delicate pop.

You always marvel at Erik Heller’s intense gaze. He often pinned you with silent looks across the room, while the others argued or bickered. His intimacy was unique- theirs all were. You loved the thrill of his quiet longing for you, though.

Erik’s lips find your knuckles again, this time with a simple kiss. He trails them around until he feels the fluttering pulse at your wrist.

You lean back on the counter as Erik presses his body into yours, then suddenly a mouth is on your neck again, shutting down any further inquiries still on your mind. You splay your fingers on his chest as he arches you back and your breath quickens. The thigh between your legs brushes against your aching center, eliciting a moan from you. You lift a knee, but it’s not enough friction.

You groan when Erik pulls away from you with a knowing smile.

You soon find yourself with a fresh wine glass in your hand. He pours you a generous amount of red. “I’m almost done with dinner. Why don’t you go sit and relax for a while.” He suggests.

You grumble as you’re politely shooed away with your glass in hand. Still, you take a sip, toeing your shoes off in the hall.

When you round the corner, you halt with another incredulous huff.

A flush creeps up your face as Rick Flag and Takeshi Kovacs turn to you from their respective spots on the sofa.

They definitely heard you in the kitchen with Erik.

“That smooth bastard.” Rick chuckles into his glass. The last of the amber liquid disappears past his lips in one swallow.

Takeshi sports a matching tumbler, though his sits emptied on the coffee table. You pointedly ignore the cigarette butt snuffed out at the bottom of the glass. How many times have you told all four of them about not smoking inside the house?

“Wonder what you two could possibly be talking about.” You say with an unimpressed glare. Takeshi’s smirk is smug, as always.

“She’s embarrassed.” He tells Rick, as if you’re not standing there. “She doesn’t want to sit down with us.”

Rick offers a hand to you, a little more sympathetic. “Come over here, darlin’.”

Your feet move toward them, but instead of sitting in between you like Rick wants, you take a seat on the armchair across from them. Still, Rick’s sly little smile is just as devious as the envoy’s.

But to their credit, they ask you about your day. You tell them about the miniature riot that broke out between all the men in the holding cell, and you raise your sleeve to show them both the purpling bruise on your forearm. Rick grins when you tell him how you clocked the asshole who gave it to you just before he tried helping himself to a handful of your ass in the middle of the fight.

“Should have broken his arm.” Takeshi muses. You didn’t have trouble imagining the damage he could have done if he had been there.

Eventually, you sit back with a sigh.

The sun is setting outside now, and you tell them you’d rather put all of that behind you for the night.

You ask them both what they’d like to watch as you reached for the remote, even though you know Rick and Takeshi rarely ever had a preference when it came to the television. It was usually you or Stephen who decided what to put on.

Rick turns to Takeshi with an arch of his brow. “The lady wants to watch somethin’.” He says. A knowing glance passes between the two men.

You cross your arms defensively, remote in hand. Again with the pretending you weren’t there! You expected it from teasing, smug Takeshi- but not the colonel.

You have half a mind to get up and simply go find Erik or Stephen, when the spark of something flashes between the two men. As if challenging one another, it’s Takeshi who makes the first move.

Your mouth falls open when he reaches out and pulls Rick into a sudden kiss by the collar of his shirt. Rick meets him with a muted grunt.

You sit, frozen, watching the two of them as they explore each other’s mouths heatedly. Rick and Takeshi are similar in so many ways, and you can tell even from the armchair, that their personalities are bumping as they fight each other for dominance.

Rick takes the envoy’s face in both his strong hands, forcing him to part his lips for Rick’s tongue. But it’s Takeshi who slips a hand between the other man’s thighs, eliciting a surprised moan from him. Rick jerks back in warning, nearly parting the kiss. But you watch as another stroke coaxes him to roll his hips with hesitation, a deep sound leaving him willingly this time.

Your wine glass sits on the coffee table, forgotten now. You squeeze your thighs together as you stare, helplessly unable to look away. That burning ache returns as you watch the two of them kiss for you. It rises to your cheeks again when Takeshi’s eyes slip open, shifting over to you with a burning gaze as he continues to swallow Rick’s tongue. You can’t help but to reach down. To run your hand up your thigh as you bite your bottom lip.

Your fingers dance dangerously close to the inseam of your slacks when Stephen’s voice draws you out of your trance.

“Ay, playas.” Stephen doesn’t look surprised at all by the obscene display in the living room. He leans on the wall over by the foyer with such casualness- it makes you want to jump up and ask everyone what the fuck is going on. Stephen meets your eye before you do, though, nodding back to the other room. “Heller’s got the chow ready.”

When they all wrangle you back into the kitchen, all your objections die on your lips.

Your eyes fall on several large vases of roses all scattered around every surface. The bunches of balloons tied to the chairs around the dining table set for five, shaped like red and white hearts, all say various cheesy phrases: Be mine, xoxo, Love Love Love.

Erik stands by the table with a half empty bowl of loose rose petals, the other half scattered over the tablecloth. There’s even a glass set of holders on the table for the taper candles now glowing softly against the disappearing light outside.

You stare between them all in stunned silence.

“What is this?” You ask finally, quietly.

Takeshi’s hand ghosts around your waist as he passes by you, his deep voice smug in your ear. “Had to distract you while they set up somehow.”

The kitchen fills with the sound of chairs dragging back and chatter as all four men get settled at the table, and you finally wander over to take a seat at the head.

“We thought we’d call a truce. For tonight.” Rick offers you. He pours himself a new whiskey, capping the bottle and tossing it precariously right over the table. But Takeshi catches the bottle with ease.

You continue to stare, still speechless at the ease with which everyone tucks into all the food. You’re finally pulled from your daze when Stephen passes you the salad bowl.

You dish some of the greens out onto your plate, feeling like you’re two steps behind everyone else as they pass each other everything. You hold up your plate as Erik serves you a few slices of the creamy chicken and mushroom you tried earlier, shooting him a small smile.

“Pink is for gratitude, you know. Not romance.” Erik tells Stephen. You look up again at the vases- three of them with big bouquets of velvety red roses, and the other three filled with bunches pink and white.

“Man, whatever. They’re still pretty, ain’t they?” He retorts, mouth half full of bread. He turns to you. You know Stephen well enough to see the hint of uncertainty in his expression now. “You like ‘em, right?”

“They’re beautiful.” You assure him. “It’s all gorgeous, really.”

“I think we owe you plenty of gratitude.” Rick comments.

You have reason to assume he means the way they’ve all been living in your home the past few months. How you helped Rick, Takeshi, and Erik without question when they needed a place to stay. And how you confided in Stephen about it all, who didn’t hesitate to support you either, after all the hardships you had helped him through in the past.

But part of you wonders if he’s talking about the other thing. The private, burning connections you’ve been making with all of them, in all their unique ways. How they all seemed to be pulling you in different directions, vying for you the way you’ve been vying for them. It wasn’t something you had all discussed. But clearly they were all far more on the same page than you had expected.

The five of you eat and toast until you finish with a few more drinks in the living room.

With your chest warmed by wine and a pleasant night, you sit happily in Stephen’s lap on the armchair as the others talk about their lives. Which has always fascinated you, admittedly, as much as you tried not to pry.

Erik, Takeshi, and Rick always seemed to get along when they were talking about the kind of shit a normal civilian couldn’t even wrap their head around. Hell, you and Stephen have seen some shit, and you could hardly wrap your head around it all.

But as it gets late, you sigh apologetically at them as you fight a yawn.

You shift in Stephen’s lap and get up. He keeps his hand wrapped around yours. “Where you goin’, mama?”

“I think it’s time for a shower and bed.” You smile.

It’s Erik who stands from the other armchair first. He slips his hands around your waist and draws you into his arms. You know it’s coming, but you still let out a soft ‘oh’ as he boldly kisses you in front of the others, not withholding a single ounce of his desire.

“Stay.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you again.

Erik steers you over to Takeshi and Rick, who fall quiet as you obediently sit between the two large men without protest this time. Takeshi leans down to set his glass on the table and moves closer to you. You feel yourself flush as that intimidating smirk brushes across your jawline, his breath a pleasant sensation against your warm cheek.

Erik kneels in front of you. He pushes himself between your legs and pulls you down for another deep kiss. Your hands fly to his hair, your fingers pulling it from it’s careful style as you kiss him in return. The wine and ache between your legs convinces you to let go of your self-consciousness.

The sound of your kiss fills the room as the others watch, but soon you feel another set of hands on you as Erik works your mouth open with fervor.

Rick’s rough, calloused hand glides under the hem of your shirt and across your stomach. It flutters as the heat of his palm mixes with your heat. He curls his fingers around the fabric, and you lift your arms as he pulls it up over your head. He hums appreciatively at the black laced bra now exposed. He leans in and kisses your shoulder slowly.

Rick’s patient trail leads him to your neck. He plants his lips firmly to your throat and draws a deep moan from you.

You pull away to take a breath. You look down at Takeshi, who wastes no time to bend and dip his tongue between your cleavage. You shiver as his teeth drag along your sensitive skin, nipping at the swell of your breasts.

Your eyes flit to Stephen. In the armchair right across from you, He watches you with a dark look. It doesn’t escape you the way he’s got his knees spread out wide, the hard outline of his length visible and thick against his thigh. He grips the armrest with one hand, while the other brushes his knuckle over the seam of his lips as he keeps his eyes on you.

Through all the sensations, you’re vaguely aware of the pair of hands undoing your slacks. You suck in a sharp breath when Erik hooks a finger on your panties and pulls them down, pressing a kiss to your exposed mound. He levels you with a patient look, waiting for you to object. When you don’t he continues his slow, tender undressing.

He moves his hands over your hips, drawing your slacks down under your rear. You watch in a daze as he pulls them down your thighs next, your legs pliantly maneuvering for him to continue. One ankle out from the leg of your pants, then the other. He trails kisses down your exposed inner thigh, and you can’t help the way your knees fall apart.

He kisses down until he’s lifting the back of your knee over his shoulder, mouthing at your calf tenderly before retracing his path back up.

A sharp bite draws your attention away from Erik. Takeshi soothes the bite over your budding nipple with the lave of his tongue, his hooded eyes glancing up at you as he closes his mouth around it once more. The hard suck of his lips sends a spark of electricity through you. You reach up and give the envoy’s long, golden locks an equally sharp tug. He groans for you.

You melt when Erik’s mouth finally reaches your core.

The broken little cry that tears through the quiet living room seems to ignite something in the others; Takeshi and Rick surge on, pressing you back into the couch as you let the overwhelming feeling of so many hands and tongues and lips drown you.

Rick’s strong arm easily reaches down to hook around your other knee, spreading you apart further for Erik. Your back bows taut when you feel Erik’s tongue circle your clit before delving down into your entrance.

The wet heat between his lips makes your eyes roll up as he fuckes his tongue deep inside you, his thumb pressing over the bud of your sex over and over.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers soon. You whine at the loss of heat so quickly gone, but as his tongue travels down further your eyes shoot open. Rick and Takeshi keep you pinned down as you wriggle with surprise, “Erik.”

“You can take us, darlin’.” Rick says against your ear. You look over at him helplessly as he captures your lips with his own.

“T..Take you?” You repeat. Erik’s ministrations make your mind draw a blank. You moan as he pushes and curls his fingers in and out of your cunt, while his tongue languidly opens up your other entrance. Your toes curl when it feels as if he’s rubbing that white hot spot inside of you from both sides, the sensation almost making it hard to breathe.

You’re so lost in the building heat that rises, in the way Takeshi sucks on your breasts and Rick on your neck, that your orgasm wrenches you before you can warn anyone. You grasp at the couch cushions as the wetness surprises you. Erik groans deeply, lapping at you hungrily as you soak his face. He pulls away when you collapse back down with a lick of his lips. You redden, still panting.

Rick guides you up before you can catch your breath.

You mumble, eyes glazed, to ask what he’s doing. But Takeshi kneels up on the couch with you, his hands on your hips to steady you from behind.

You finally notice how they’ve stripped their clothes, their bare chests pressing you in. Rick cups your face to kiss you. Your body responds without missing a beat, already thrumming again at the feeling of Rick’s hot arousal pressing into your stomach. Takeshi’s length is a firm match against your lower back as he continues mouthing at your skin, placing kiss after kiss along your neck and between your shoulder blades.

Rick’s biceps flex as he drops his arms below your waist, palming you just below your ass. He lifts you with ease over onto his thighs. Your own wrap around his on instinct, and your wrap your arms around his neck with a yelp.

Your head falls back when Rick sinks you down onto his cock. Even with Erik working you open, Rick’s thick length pushes inside you til you whimper at the familiar pleasure mixed with that tantalizing stretch. Rick keeps still as you mold around him.

But it’s the hot press of Takeshi’s cock at your ass that makes you moan. His length is slick with lube, the liquid warm as it makes contact with you.

Still, you worry your bottom lip, darting an unsure glance up at Rick. “I- I don’t know if I can…”

Takeshi soothes you with a brush of his lips against your ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He says softly. It’s the patient, almost delicate tone you’ve only ever heard when the two of you are alone. That rare voice that reaches into you and calms you. You press your lips together and will yourself to relax.

Takeshi waits for you to nod before pushing into you slowly. Your head falls back on his shoulder as the two of you give a strangled sigh in unison. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full.

Rick begins the pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks you with steady strokes. It’s an alternating pleasure. And you know despite the way Takeshi grunts and thrusts behind you, he’s making sure every sound that leaves your mouth is laced with nothing less than ecstasy. Soon, your eyes slip closed as they both slide in and out of you, fucking you til you’re moaning again.

You look over at Stephen. It’s incredible how your heart can speed up any faster at the sight of him. You watch as he fists his cock in his hand, eyes hooded and still on you. He presses his mouth closed tightly as he jerks himself off. His broad chest heaves.

You make a small sound and stretch your arm out to him and Stephen sits up.

“Go on,” Erik encourages the detective from his own seat on the coffee table. He’s in the same shape as Stephen. His palm glides over the bulge in his slacks as he seems content to watch. But you reach for him as well.

“You too.” You call to Erik.

It’s a blur of more touches, more skin, from there on. You wrap your fingers around Erik’s cock eagerly as they both join the rest of you, stripping themselves of their clothes too. You nudge your face against Stephen’s waistline. He’s barely out of his jeans when you reach for his arousal, guiding it to your lips. A groan tears from the detective’s throat as you hollow your cheeks around as much of his length as you can.

Erik’s cock twitches in your other grasp. His fingers thread through your hair, his steady hand a comfortable weight at the base of your neck as you close your eyes and swallow Stephen down.

“Fuck,” Rick grates out. His normally tan skin is flushed from his chest to the tips of his ears, a sheen of sweat forming over his body as he keeps fucking you vigorously. Takeshi, too, is reduced to grunts. And though you can’t see him, you can feel the way he grips your hips with bruising strength. Hear the way he pants and swears under his breath.

You pull off Stephen with a wet pop, uncaring about the small trail of saliva that follows your shining lips. You switch between Erik and Stephen like this until the familiar twist in their faces tells you how close they are.

Stephen reaches down and grips your fist around his cock, bucking his hips into you as he nears climax. You hum around Erik’s length, encouraging Stephen to come anywhere he wants. You whimper as the hot splash of spend lands on your jawline and your bouncing chest.

The sight elicits a groan from Erik. The first rope of cum hits the back of your throat and you draw your mouth off his cock to feel the rest paint your lips and chin. The man shudders with pleasure at the sight of you. And like a chain reaction, Rick warns you he’s close.

It’s Takeshi who reaches his fingers down and slides them over your slick clit.

You jump at the added pressure, your eyes rolling again. Erik drops to his knees, his mouth joining Takeshi’s to travel across your skin, lapping at the cum and sweat gathered on your breasts. He closes his lips around your nipple, still tender from all of Takeshi’s biting and sucking earlier.

Stephen’s mouth meets yours. He swallows your muffled little keens as the heat in your belly builds- more hot than you’ve ever felt before as Rick and Takeshi continue thrusting into you.

The colonel takes a moment to grip Stephen’s chin and drags his face away from you. He possessively leans in and steals a kiss from you right in front of Stephen.

But before your partner can object, Rick pulls away from you wetly and transfers the kiss right to him. You see the drunken smile form on Rick’s face as Stephen hesitates, surprised. Drunk on whiskey and the unbelivable fucking feeling of your cunt around his cock. Stephen grips the hand holding his chin, and it’s another little fight for control, right in front of you. The sight of their sliding tongues, of deep grunts mixing together, sends goosebumps over your skin.

Your thighs squeeze around Rick as you finally come. Your cry wracks through you with every wave, and Takeshi swears, soon following, as if he was waiting for the very moment to climax with you. Rick tears his face away from Stephen. His hips stutter as your walls flutter around him.

Rick comes last- deep inside you with a final thrust. They both do. Takeshi’s head falls to rest on your shoulder, and yours falls back on his.

You catch your breath. Erik pushes your hair from your face with a smile. By the way he’s leaning against you, you know his arousal is already back. Stephen, too, looks up at you with pupils wide and lustful.

They wait for Rick and Takeshi to remove themselves from the couch before joining you. It should be impossible, the way your mouth waters and your pussy twitches, ready for more.

The moonlight is dim outside when you crack open your eyes faintly. You can sense that you’re lying on the floor. Over the plush living room rug, you would guess. Someone spoons you from behind- their deep breathing lulls you in and out of your own sleep for a few minutes. You rub your legs against theirs, noticing a throw blanket has been tucked over your bottom half at some point in the night.

You stir again at the click and flare of a lighter.

Erik sits up and leans over Takeshi’s hand as the envoy offers a flame amicably. The small point of light illuminates Erik’s face for a moment, smoke curling into the still air around him and leaving shadows on the far wall. He takes a puff, before passing the cigarette down to Takeshi, who lies stretched out beside you, every inch of them both still bare.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Takeshi teases without having to catch your eye. He always seems to know when you’re awake, even now.

You sigh and stretch a little. “I suppose you boys have earned it.” You tease back. And they both smirk.

“Damn right.” Comes a deep rasp from behind you. Rick’s arms draw tighter around your midriff. He pulls you closer to him, if that’s even possible. You let out a soft giggle as he rolls you over himself and away from the other men.

You drag the blanket with you to keep yourself covered- though you don’t know why it matters now. No one has bothered dressing themselves again after your long night of celebrating. You all have never been closer than tonight.

You note how someone must have wiped you down with care as you slept, your skin clean where it had been utterly debauched. You could guess any one of them would have, at this point.

Rick presses his face into the back of your head, nuzzling you there.

That leaves you facing Stephen, whose head rests in the crook of his arm as he watches you with that lop-sided smile. Your eyes flick down to the serenity tattoo that stretches across his chest. You reach your hand out toward it, and Rick doesn’t seem to mind when the detective moves closer, slotting himself against you until you’re sandwiched between them, your hand over his sternum.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He murmurs sleepily, his tired smile filling you with warmth for your partner. Your someone far more than just a partner.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you.” You whisper back.

It’s obvious by Takeshi’s tone that he’s happy to interrupt your little moment, even from out of view with his own, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Detective.”

Rick snorts behind you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’.”

“Alles liebe zum valentinstag, mein schatz.”

Stephen sits up on his elbow with an irritated scrunch of his face.

”Ay y’all can go back to fuckin’ off again.” You can’t help but crack up a little at the indignant glare he shoots at all the others, even in the darkness.

“What do you mean? I think we’ve turned a new leaf, don’t you?” Asks Erik. And when he reaches over to pass the cigarette to him, Stephen’s glare softens. Still, he scoffs before he takes a cautious pull from the cig. “I quite enjoyed tonight.” Erik muses.

Takeshi agrees. “I wouldn’t object to doing that again.”

Finally, you sit up, much to Rick’s sleepy objection. He keeps his hold on your thigh as he turns over onto his back, his thumb still massaging your skin absently.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You wonder with an impassive mutter. But of course, your chest swells just thinking about tonight. Not just the sex. But the dinner. The gifts. The way all four of them clearly value something more than their resentment toward each other. At least enough to play nice for tonight. Was that something really you? Was it really possible they could consider keeping this up?

Stephen sees the crease in your brow and the telling way your bottom lip juts out in a cautious pout.

He tsks, grinning at you. Reaching up, he swipes his thumb over that bottom lip. The gesture eases you.

“Y’already know who’s in charge, baby. You’re the boss.”

#rick flag x reader #Stephen holder x reader #Erik Heller x reader #takeshi kovacs x reader #'you can probably bang out a fic in one day' I say hours before valentines day #jfc #lets be real though I was always destined to write this fic #rick flag #takeshi kovacs #Stephen holder #erik heller #Joel kinnaman fanfiction #dont look Joel look away #mywords*

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violetmuses · 2 years ago

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No Better Love - Holder

TITLE: “No Better Love” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: You always look out for each other…

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote another drabble for my man. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading as always. - V. 💜

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96 @skvatnavle @mayhem24-7forever @heresathreebee @alieninoklahoma @maddu-oliveira @tavners @thee-antler-queen @reveluving

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2012

You know his voice. Even the way Stephen rolls down the window and honks rhythms from that driver’s seat makes you laugh.

“Where you going, girl?” He’s flirting and calls you. Your man slowly moves the wheels of this car forward, driving without Linden for once.

You’ve walked home this time, somehow not drenched from another Seattle downpour this evening.

“Getting us food. Stop.” You chuckle again, standing steps away from your favorite spot on the sidewalk.

Instead, Holder parks that car and hurries out, almost running towards you with the biggest smile on his face.

Holder opens the door, standing beside you in line not long after settling for that restaurant.

“Uh-uh. Don’t touch your wallet. I got it.” He’s whispering, stopping the way your hand unzips a purse from habit.

“Thank you.” Your words cut, trying not to argue.

“You’re welcome.” Holder accepts your gratitude, taking the to-go meal bag without twice.

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He drove you home, just talking over dinner without explaining what happened at work this time.

You know much better than to ask questions and have learned that routine. Late-nights. Tough chats. Rare calls. Scary hospital visits. On and on.

Sleepy?” You joke, looking down at him. Despite long legs and one nearly towering height, he’s rested with his head in your lap quite often, only feeling safe.

“Nah. Food was good, though.” He’s yawning instead and your humored expression kicks up.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You suggested, trying to detangle yourself from this otherwise adorable position.

“Um-um.” Holder doesn’t move, somehow readjusting your own placement on the couch. “I’m not tired.”

“You’ll sleep soon.” You say regardless, leaning inward to kiss the top of his head and smooth that blondish hair.

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The next morning, you wake up alone, going right back to reality.

Once again, Holder is just gone, working through more cases that you’ll never discuss with him.

At least he’s got you, no matter what.

#stephen holder x reader #joel kinnaman #stephen holder #the killing #fluff #slight angst #drabbles

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years ago

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Baby Girl HC

Requested by anon: I really love like REALLY LOVE when people call me Baby girl 🥰 Do you think Joel's characters would do that for me? 🥰🥰🥰

Main Master List || HC Master List

Warnings: GENERAL SMUT 18+, suggestive dialogue, language

Colonel Rick Flag:

Rick only ever calls you baby girl under one condition: when he's teasing you.

When he's teasing you:

It's only when he's feeling dominant. For example, when he comes back from a rough mission, he'll pull you aside and (lightly) push you to your knees and take out his cock, demanding that his "baby girl needs to suck of her colonel." Truly, it's a power trip for him.

He also likes calling you baby girl when he's between your legs, praising you and kissing along your inner thighs before finally taking you into his mouth, groaning and moaning around you telling you how much of a good girl you are before commanding you to cum on his tongue.

You don't mind it of course, because when he calls you either "darlin'", "sweetheart" or "baby girl" you loose your mind.

Takeshi Kovacs:

All he does is call you nicknames. In fact, the only time you've heard Takeshi say your name is when you and him are in danger and he needs to get your attention immediately.

Of course, the moment you're out of danger he's back to calling you "princess". The first time he calls you "baby girl" its shocks you, never hearing him call you that before, but damn it turns you on.

It slips out after a long day where all Takeshi wants to do is to just take control of you, so by calling you baby girl, it definitely has you opening your legs, allowing him to have his way with you.

Stephen Holder:

Nicknames are his game, so you're no stranger to the "ay mamacita," or "hey girl" but the first time he calls you "baby girl" you have to halt in your tracks.

Upon seeing your reaction, Holder is quick to put two and two together, and he won't stop teasing you about it.

BUT when you're in bed, it's the exact opposite. You're calling him baby boy as more often than not you're always in control.

Admiral Ed Baldwin:

Out of all of the above, Ed calls you 'baby girl' the most, simply because he is a fucking DADDY.

He is always calling you 'baby girl' no matter where you go. If you go grocery shopping he'll say something like "pass me that bottle, won't you baby girl?" Or if you're just lounging around the house while he's doing yard work he'll be like "why don't you be a good baby girl and grab me a glass of water."

Now when it comes to the bedroom... he's still calling you 'baby girl' but this time it will be in more of a demanding tone like "get on your knees for daddy, baby girl" or "how does my baby girl like that?"

He is such a daddy and he has such a daddy kink, no you can not convince me otherwise.

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castalyne · 1 year ago

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I know I don't have to post about all my silly XReader fic ideas but here's one for Stephen Holder:

Silly thoughts about being Holder's neighbor across the hallway. Your sick, he makes you soup and fills a container of it for you, slides it across the hallway with a note saying 'Heard you were sick. That's gross'. You partake in soup, slide the empty container back with your own note, "Thanks for the soup, I coughed and sneezed into this container so it's filled with my sick germs and is set to blow in 20 minutes." He slides a note under your door the next day "Germ Warfare is illegal in most states now, glad you like the soup" and then tapes a BioHazard sign to your door. You send a note back "This apartment is stateless, all is fair in love and sickness."

Days of escalation, he sends "Damn girl, how you make vaporub look so sexy".

#Stephen Holder #The killing #X Reader #Writing Prompt #Writing Idea

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years ago

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My Favorite Song

Fandom: The Killing, Stephen Holder

Summary: When your boyfriend starts avoiding you, you try everything to figure out what went wrong.

Word Count: 1827

TW: Fluff with Slight Angst, Steamy Ending

"Ugh. Not this song again!" You reach for the skip button on your phone and try desperately to hit it with your elbow since your hands are still covered in flour from the pie you were making.

Holder chuckles as he reaches around you to skip the song. "What up? I thought you loved this one?”

"I did, until about the fiftieth time I heard it. But I was an idiot and listened to it on repeat so many times that now I am just sick of it."

Holder glances at you, face scrunched in confusion, “Really? Why’d you do that?”

“It’s not that I did it on purpose. I just loved it so much that I wanted to hear it over and over again. By the time I realized I was tired of it, I had already gotten to the point that I hated it. I do the same with food. I eat the same thing for breakfast every morning for about three months, then I won’t be able to eat it again for almost a year because I overdid it. Haven’t you ever had something like that? That you loved but just got tired of after experiencing it over and over again? Like a movie or tv show?”

“Nah…. Not that I can think of.” Holder is frowning now, his brow furrowed and he’s chewing on his lip.

“What?”

“Nothin’. Just didn’t realize you were like that.”

You shrug. “It’s not a big deal. I just go through cycles of things I like. I’ll come back around to it eventually. Just for now, I’ve had enough.” Your eyes shift to the skillet Holder had been cooking in. “Um, you might want to stir that before it burns.”

He nods and does as you suggested, but you can still see the wheels turning in his head. After a few more minutes, he pulls the skillet off the heat and sets it to the side. Then he excused himself so he could go for a smoke on the balcony.

When he came back in ten minutes later, Holder was more himself, but you can tell something was still wrong. During dinner, his laugh doesn’t quite meet his eyes and he is downing more beers than usual. When you are both finished and you start to clear the plates, Holder finally speaks up.

“I gotta go home. I got an early mornin’ tomorrow,” he mumbles, not meeting your eye.

“What? But you said you were staying over? You have clothes here so you wouldn’t have to go home to change in the morning and my place is closer to the precinct anyway.” You can’t understand what happened to make him change his mind so suddenly. Before the two of you had started dinner, all he could do was talk about all the things he was going to do to you later tonight. Now he wanted to leave? “But we haven’t even eaten the pie yet.”

“Sorry, but it’s just better if I go. We have a pretty fucked up new case and it ain’t gonna be an easy one to solve. I need ta get some sleep.”

“Um, alright…. If you think that’s best.” You place the dishes in the sink and return to where he is still sitting at the table. Stepping up next to him, you run your fingers lightly through his messy hair. “But we’re still good, right?”

“Yeah, of course, babe.” He gently kisses your wrist then stands up and grabs his things.

You walk him to the door, where he gives you a quick peck on the head before shuffling off down the hall. You stare after him, wondering what is really going on in his head.

“Hey, baby. I just wanted to call and see how your day was going. I know you said you had this really hard case you were working on, and I didn’t want to bother you. But, uh, you haven’t responded to any of my texts the last two days. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…. That we’re okay….. So, uh, just give me a call or text when you can… please? I love you.”

“Hey, it’s me again. I know you texted me back yesterday, but I still would love to see you. I understand this case is taking a lot out of you, so I was thinking I could make you feel good, do that thing you like…. But I understand if you can’t. Maybe Saturday? They have to give you a day off sometime. And, Holder…. I love you.”

“Stephen, please. If I did something wrong, can you just tell me? You haven’t called me in over a week, barely texted. I know you’re busy, but usually, you’re blowing up my phone when you’re on stakeouts or have downtime in the office or Linden is driving. I just want to see you, even for a few minutes! I can come by the precinct. Or your apartment. Or you can come to my place. Hell, I’ll meet you in the McDonald’s parking lot halfway between the two! Just… something…. please. I still love you. I just hope….”

A small nudge at your hip startles you awake. Blinking in surprise, you look up to see your boyfriend towering over you. “Holder!” you exclaim as you unfold your aching limbs.

“Yo, what’re you doin’ here? How long you been sittin’ like that?” He asks, a slight edge of concern tinting his words at seeing you curled up on the carpet just outside his apartment door.

You glance at your watch and think. “Fou- no, five hours? I didn’t know how else to see you since you’ve been avoiding me.”

He offers you his hand and helps pull you to your feet. “So, this was the best ya could come up with?”

“Well…. Yeah.”

He chuckles softly and shakes his head as he starts to unlock his door. “And what happened to your key?”

“……” You hang your head, lip trembling as tears spring to your eyes.

As the door to the apartment swings open, he glances back at you. The second he sees your forlorn expression, his smile fades and he gathers you into his chest. “Hey, mama, don’t cry. Yo, come on. It’s okay.” He gently steers you into his apartment and shuts the door. Once inside the privacy of his place, he kneels in front of you and cups your face. “What up?”

You sniffle as you say, “I didn’t know if you would want me to use my key. I didn’t know if you would even want me at all anymore.”

“What! Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because, you kept ignoring me all week. I came by because if you want to break up, I wanted you to do it to my face,” you mutter quietly.

“No, babe, that’s not…. No, I never… Of course, I….” He stands abruptly and starts pacing in front of you.

“Ah, I fucked this up. I’m so sorry. I just…. I thought….” He finally stops and sighs. Then he whispers, “Normally, I text you over a hundred times a day. We talk on the phone every chance we get and we’re practically livin’ together. I just…. I didn’t want ya ta get tired of me.” He hangs his head dejectedly.

But you can only stare at him, a baffled expression on your face. “What? What are you talking about? When did I ever say I was getting tired of you?”

“Last time we made dinner. You said you have a habit of overdoin’ it with things you love then you grow tired of ‘em after a while.” He is still just staring at the floor, refusing to look you in the eye. Then in a whisper, he says, “I didn’t want to be one of those things.”

Your heart breaks for him as it all begins to make sense. “No, baby! I didn’t mean you! I would never mean you!” You take his face into your hands and lift it up so he is gazing into your face. “Stephen, you make me feel alive. When we met, for the first time ever, I felt like I could breathe. Don’t you get it? You aren’t a stupid song or a food that I could just get over or get sick of. You…. you’re air. You’re water and gravity. You’re all the things that I need in my life to keep going. There is no me without you anymore and that is something that I will never get sick of.”

He hesitates, “Do… do you mean it?”

You nod, “With all of my heart.”

He stares at you for just a second before surging forward and capturing your lips with his. His kiss is frantic and almost feral as if he is trying to devour you, but you don’t mind. You kiss him back with just as much ferocity, trying to show him how much he means to you, how much you need him. Never breaking contact with your mouth, he slides one arm under your ass and lifts you up so your legs can wrap around his waist.

Quickly, he carries you back into his bedroom and lays you down on the bed. In this new position, you use your legs still wrapped around him to pull him in closer, eliciting a needy moan from his lips that sends a rush of pleasure through you.

He starts trailing kisses across your jaw and down your neck, sliding backward off the bed to his knees. You know what he plans on doing next, but you need to clarify one thing before he does.

Lifting his gaze back up to yours, you say breathlessly, “Baby, next time, just talk to me if something’s wrong. I need to know so we can work it out, okay?”

He nods, his hazel eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Fuck, I missed you so much. Your smile, your laugh, your touch, your taste.” He nibbles your collarbone as if to prove his point. “I ain’t ever gonna do that again, I promise. Damn, there’s so much I wanna tell ya. So much we missed out on this past week.”

You caress his face gently, “We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere.” You drag him back up to place another kiss on his swollen lips. Then you whisper, “And I promise, even if you were a song, you would be my favorite one and I could listen to you on repeat for the rest of my life without ever getting tired of you."

He grins brightly as he presses his forehead against yours, “Well, babe, how ‘bout tonight, we try for a remix?”

He drops back to the floor where he uses your legs to pull you flush to the edge of the bed. And as he dips his head and lets out a heady groan, it is music to your ears.

#sfw repost #fic #fic request #friend request #drabble prompt #stephen holder #detective stephen holder #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x you #the killing #joel kinnaman #angst #fluff #steamy

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loverhymeswith · 2 years ago

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This is Halloween | Stephen Holder x F!Reader

Enough Masterlist

Summary: Inspiration taken from October Drabble Prompts. It seems criminal that I haven't given Holder a seasonal drabble yet, so here we are. This is pretty much just pure fluff.

Warnings: Mention of serial killer, language

Word Count: 519 words

A/N: I'm back! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the prompts and for taking a look at this <3

It’s early evening in downtown Seattle and a blanket of darkness has descended over the sleepy suburban neighbourhood. Outside the relative comfort of your partner’s beaten up car, an icy breeze carries in from the Puget Sound. It’s not unpleasant. In fact, the whole month has been unseasonably dry. A fresh carpet of golden and burnt orange leaves covers every inch of pavement; Seattle in the Fall is truly a sight to behold. But there’s no time to enjoy the scenery. If it were any other time of year, the town’s residents would be safely tucked away inside their homes by now. Instead, leaves crunch underfoot as costumed children and their harried parents stream past. Tonight, it’s Halloween.

For the last thirty minutes you’ve been slumped low in the passenger seat, fighting hard to ignore the continuous rustling of plastic, but much like the month of October, your patience has finally come to an end. Without taking your tired eyes from the window, you snap in Holder’s direction. “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?” For the entire duration of this stakeout, you’re confident he hasn’t been paying attention to a word you’ve said.

While you don’t consider yourself a deeply spiritual person, you often wonder if certain things have been sent to try you. First, the appointment of Stephen Holder as your new partner, and now – straight from the script of the classic horror movie – a serial killer on the loose on Halloween.

Holder pauses with his hand halfway to his mouth, brightly coloured gummy worms dangling precariously in his grip. You’re glad he insisted on driving tonight. You don’t relish the thought of sticky fingerprints coating the steering wheel and upholstery of your own recently detailed car.

“I thought you gave up sugar,” you add as he struggles to swallowful his current mouthful of candy.

After a pause, he flashes you a wide grin. “That was last month.”

The first few months of your working relationship with Holder have been enlightening to say the least. You are slowly becoming accustomed to his fluctuating diet fads and other eccentricities, and – on the rare occasion that he isn’t irritating you within an inch of your life – you could say that he’s beginning to intrigue you.

“‘Sides,” he continues, thrusting the bag of worms in your direction. “It’s Halloween. Eatin’ candy is the fuckin’ law.”

Ignoring the proffered sweets, you reach for the door handle having just spotted your suspect pull up across the street. “I’m not sure what they taught you back in the academy, Holder, but I’m pretty sure that’s not true.”

“Yo, wait up.” Holder grabs the sleeve of your jacket before you can exit the vehicle, responding to your questioning brow with another mischievous grin. "S'Halloween, remember?" Without giving you the chance to reply, he brandishes a black and white ghoul mask from behind his seat and with lightning fast reflexes he unceremoniously slides it over your face. Through the layers of rubber and cloth you can hear him erupt with laughter.

“Yo, you look ridiculous. I love it!”

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#stephen holder #joel kinnaman #the killing #enough #halloween #halloween prompts #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x you #drabble prompts #october prompts

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skvatnavle · 3 years ago

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Breaking In

Stephen Holder x reader

Notes: Thanks to @loverhymeswith and her ask, I suddenly got an idea for a little Holder universe and this is the first part. Hope you like it 😃❤️

Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. And I already found 3 I've corrected 😆🙈

Warnings: None. A little friendly flirting and some fluff.

Words: 1254

Love Next Door masterlist

Great. Just fucking great. How have you managed to lose your key already? Trying the handle again, to no avail of course, you sigh heavily. It’s only been a week since you moved in, so you’re not about to call your landlord and tell him you already locked yourself out.

Walking around to the back of the building, you check the windows, hoping for a way to get in. You let out a small squeal of excitement, when you discover your bedroom window slightly open. Sadly, your hope falls quickly, when the clasp on the inside stops you from opening it more. A small crack, barely wide enough for your fingers.

There had to be a way to get that damned thing open. Looking around, you find a stick. Picking it up, you examine it. Could this work? Would you even know how to do this?

Groaning, you start fiddling with the stick, trying to reach the clasp.

“Yo, hold up! The fuck you doin’?”

Looking to the side, you see your neighbour. Or maybe your neighbour’s boyfriend? You’d seen him leave a few times, but never talked to him. Hoffman? Holson? Gesturing towards the window, you smile softly.

“This is not what it looks like.”

He steps closer, eyeing you cautiously, suspicion painted on his face. Up close, he is a bit intimidating, towering over you, with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Looks like you’re tryin’ to break in.”

He opens his jacket slightly, putting his hand in his pocket. In the process, he reveals a badge on his belt. Fuck. A cop. Of course. Looking at the stick in hand, you get what this whole thing looks like. You can’t really blame him for thinking the worst.

“I’m not, really. The only crime I’m guilty of is being a forgetful mess.” you laugh softly, pointing to your apartment. “I locked myself out. I live here.”

You throw down the stick, reaching for your phone in your back pocket, trying to find some kind of evidence. Everything is locked inside your damned apartment. Frantically searching, you feel his eyes on you. Nothing. Of course, could this day get any worse?

Looking up, you meet his eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes. Whoa. You’re taken aback by how handsome he is. Okay, easy girl. This isn’t the right time. Looking at your feet, you take a step closer, smiling apologetically.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but if you help me get in, I have lots of evidence of me telling the truth in there.”

You give him your best smile, being as cute as possible, trying to ignore the fact that you basically just asked a cop to help you break into your own apartment. For a sec, he just stares at you, maybe trying to figure out if you’re crazy or not. Luckily, the corner of his mouth turns up slightly, a faint smile gracing his handsome features.

“Aight, give me that stick.”

He makes quick work at the clasp, the window opening in no time. With a proud grin, he tosses the stick away, holding the window open with one hand. You had to admit, you were surprised.

“Why does a cop know how to open a window that fast?” you smile, a flirty undertone to your words. You really shouldn’t flirt with your cute neighbour. Or your neighbour’s boyfriend. God, you hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“I wasn’t born a cop, you know?” with a cocky grin he leans closer, looking into your eyes “And I’m a detective.”

You step closer to the window, getting ready to climb through it. He crouches down, prepared to give you a boost.

“Well, then. Thank you for the help, Detective… Holson?”

Grinning, he hoists you up, helping you through the window. Not the most graceful person, you fall to the floor, making the detective laugh. Mortified, you get up, giving him your best smile, opening the window wider.

“It’s Holder. I live next door.” he offers, a big smile on his face. Such a cute smile. Your heart beats faster, a butterfly or two fluttering around. The day just officially got worse. Not only had you locked yourself out and embarrassed yourself big time in front of your cute neighbour, but now you felt yourself crushing on him. Shit.

“You wanna have a beer? As a thank you?” you start softly, not wanting the conversation to end yet. “Plus, you need proof I live here.”

Shrugging, you offer him your best smile. He just smiles, nodding.

“I saw you movin’ in, so I already knew. But I ain’t gonna say no to a beer”

Letting him in, you walk to the kitchen while Holder looks around your apartment. Light and very colourful, full of trinkets, plants and a few homemade blankets. One wall completely covered by a bookshelf and walls covered in pictures, you’re sure it very different from his place.

“Dang, girl. Your place is fine.”

You smile a little to yourself. You would never have imagined a cop, well detective, talk like that. There was something about Holder, you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it made you want to get to know him more. A boyish charm, maybe, but he was definitely drawing you in.

Finding him in the living room, he’s looking at all your photos. A whole wall full of some of the best memories. His eyes are fixed on one of your family. Your parents and your siblings with the family dogs, all smiling in front of the Christmas tree, happy. You remember that Christmas. The first one after your sister left for college. Your mom figuring you all should have matching jumpers. They were hideous, but you had all loved them. You look to Holder, an empty look on his face.

“Something wrong?”

He tears his eyes away, giving you a soft smile. He just shakes his head, giving the photos one last glance before going to your couch.

“Nah. Just looked wonderful, is all.”

You start to wonder if maybe Holder had a completely different upbringing than you. Could explain the way he carries himself. But before you can dwell to much at the fact, Holder looks at you, his eyes once again making your heart flutter. Damn, you were too easy.

“So, what do you do? When you’re not breakin’ into houses, that is.”

“Hey, at least I didn’t break any laws” you laugh, punching his arm lightly. You tell him about your job, which then leads to hobbies, family and even your favourite meal. The time flies by and one beer turns into 3. You really enjoy Holder’s company, and something tells you he like yours too.

But at some point, he has to go. It’s getting late and you both have work tomorrow. Walking back towards his apartment, he turns and give you another of his wonderful smiles.

“See you around, Catwoman” he smirks, and you can’t help but fall a little harder. Inside joke already. So far, so good. Shaking your head, you shout softly back at him.

“That’s a horrible nickname. Besides, I don’t even like cats.”

Just before going in, he looks at you, his eyes soft.

“Aight, I’ll find a better one. Until next time, mamacita.”

Giggling, you give him one last glance, before he disappears into his apartment. Tall, cute, pretty eyes, funny and handsome. This was gonna be a problem, for sure. But right now, you didn’t care, already looking forward to running into Holder again.

Thank you for reading <3

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