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tobias-hankel · 2 years
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"Spencer, what did you do?"
TW Drug use, overdose but no MCD
"Spencer, what did you do?" Spencer heard from the doorway, barely conscious.
What did I do? Where even am I? A bathroom? How did I get here? I thought I was at work. Spencer thought to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open but it didn’t matter either way, his vision was too blurry to make sense of anything around him. He heard yelled though. A lot of yelling.
“Emily! Get Hotch! Someone call 911! Damn it! Kid stay with me, okay?”
Morgan? Is that Morgan? Why would someone need to call 911? Spencer felt someone roll him over on the cold tile floor. He hadn’t even realized he was on the floor until then.
“Spencer, talk to me kid. Come on, keep your eyes open,” Morgan said as he moved Spencer around.
Spencer felt Morgan touch his arm, an odd feeling – like someone removing an IV, and a release of pressure around his upper arm. Oh yeah… I came to the bathroom to get high… Spencer thought as he vaguely saw Morgan cap the needle he had used and set it to the side. I took less than normal… How… Am I overdosing? Spencer thought before his world faded out again.
“Morgan, what happened?” Hotch asked as he rushed into the bathroom, already moving to kneel by Spencer, checking his pulse.
“I don’t know, I don’t know. I saw Reid go to the bathroom like 10 minutes ago, so I came in here to check on him and he was on the floor with a needle sticking out of his arm. Is he going to be okay?” Morgan asked in a panic.
“Reid, Reid! Can you hear me?” Hotch asked, shaking Spencer some. “Prentiss is on the phone with 911. He isn’t answering but he still has a pulse.”
Spencer started to hear people talk around him and he started to come to again, “What…” he mumbled out as he tried to understand what was happening again.
Morgan let out a sigh of relief when Spencer said something, “Just keep your eyes open okay, Reid? Help is on the way.”
Hotch could see the dazed confusion on Spencer’s face, “Reid, you are in the bullpen’s restroom. You overdosed. Can you tell me what you took?”
Overdosed… Heroin… It must have been laced with something else… Spencer thought, taking a second to realize he never said anything. “Her… heroin.” Spencer forced out.
“It might have been laced with fentanyl,” Hotch said, having come to the same conclusion but Morgan’s mind was somewhere else. He had no idea Spencer was using, but it seemed like Hotch knew to some degree, so this had to have been happening for some time.
“ ‘m sorry…” Spencer slurred out and Morgan took a hold of his hand while Hotch moved a strand of hair out of his face.
“We will make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”
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puckingdisaster · 25 days
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raffl/kahun, tüte :)
Dominik gathered their groceries, refusing to back down when he ran out of pockets to stuff beer cans into. He barely managed to stuff some bell peppers into his hoodie pocket, cursing the entire time, when he noticed his boyfriend standing at the trunk of the car with crossed arms. "You need any help? Unless you want to stuff something down my pants too. Then I'm going to leave you here to fend for yourself."
Dominik opened his mouth, but before he could tell Michael that he'd very much like to put something down his pants, preferably inside his apartment and without groceries involved, he noticed the empty shopping bag half buried under some waste Michael forgot to throw out. Tired of speaking english for convenience, he just switched to German. They were at home now anyways. "Kannst du mir bitte die Einkaufstüte aus dem Kofferraum geben? Ich glaub sonst wird das nichts."
And honestly, not any rivalry could have prepared him for the sheer disgust in Raffs answer.
"Bitte was willst du von mir? Die Plastik-.. Nein. Stop. Oh Gott." He pinched the bridge of his nose and grabbed the plastic bag, holding it up right in front of Dominiks face.
"Das is ein Plastiksackerl. Oder ein Sack meinetwegen. Egal. Aber ich schwörs dir wenn du in meiner Gegenwart noch einmal Tüte sagst werd ich reingehen und dich aus deiner eigenen Wohnung aussperren."
He said the offending word slowly, pronouncing every syllable extra, as if he was speaking to a child. Dominik tried his best to stop the laughter threatening to bubble out of him. "Shit. Okay. Aber kannst du sie mir bitte einfach geben?", he giggled, trying not to crack up further as a clearly disgruntled Michael held the bag open so Dominik could empty his arms and pockets again. When everything was nearly out away, he locked the car and pulled a quietly grumbling Michael to his door, definitely planning to make fun of him later. But really - who the fuck would call a Plastiktüte a Sackerl?
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harley-sunday · 1 year
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Spotify wrapped 2022 drabbles - where you send me a number from 1 - 100 and I’ll write a 5-sentence drabble based on that song in my Spotify Wrapped list.
# 13 Missing Piece - Vance Joy Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader Warnings: None AN: Happy Sebastian x reader? Who even am I?
“Because when I'm in a room with you That missing piece is found  You know when you're by my side, darling Nothing can bring us down”
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“Any more questions for Mr Stan?”
You hold up your hand to get the press officer’s attention, a little nervous because you’re not supposed to be here, not really anyway, but it’s too late to back down now because all of a sudden there’s a microphone coming your way and you have to stand up. 
Sebastian’s looking at you with his eyebrows knitted together, squinting against the bright lights that illuminate the stage he’s on, probably struggling to make anything out from across the room, his eyes searching for the person who’s voice he’s hearing but who he can’t see. 
“Constanta Times,” you offer with a smile, “Eve Fowler-”
He recognizes the name, of course he does, because you’ve used it as an alias to check into hotels together ever since you first started dating, and there’s a mysterious grin playing on his lips when he says, “Hi.” 
“Hi,” you reply with a laugh. “I just wanted to know, Mr Stan, how you liked working with your wonderfully talented-” you see him shake his head and you have to suppress a giggle, “-and overall amazing co-star for this movie? And would you like to work with her again?”
It’s then he finally finds you in the crowd, his eyes locking with yours as he leans back in his chair, and from the way he licks his lips and the shit-eating grin he’s wearing you prepare yourself for a bullshit answer, knowing all too well that if even the slightest implication of you and Sebastian being more that just two co-stars starts to surface, both your publicists will raise hell, but he surprises you, like he always does, “I love working with you, babe, you know that.”
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tyfinn · 2 years
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“It started it as just a normal day.”
“What part of any of this is normal?”
"It started out as just a normal day, David."
"What part of any of this is normal, Patrick? Please tell me!"
"I couldn't just leave him out there! He looked so scared and all alone!"
David looked at the beagle puppy, sound asleep on one of the alpaca throws Patrick grabbed to arrange a make-shift bed behind the register.
"I called Miguel and he came over and gave him a quick check-up. He is healthy, a little underweight, and will need his shots, and..."
"And what exactly, Patrick?"
David didn't wait for an answer. As soon as he saw the way Patrick's heart-eyes were looking at the puppy, David knew they just acquired a new addition to their family. And he didn't exactly hate it, either.
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introspectivememories · 2 months
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too many of you guys think nico is the loser and not lewis for letting the divorce go on for so long. like they're both losers about each other. emotionally constipated idiots who can't talk about their toxic homoerotic friendship that imploded on itself like 8 years ago and are now making it everyone else's problem. yeah nico's on television or in beer gardens talking about lewis all the time but like every other month some reporter is like "lewis, what's your favorite moment in your career?" and lewis no hesitation is like "oh man, karting, y'know? everything was simpler then" and then spends another six months skirting around nico's name. like this whole thing they're doing in the media isn't some kinda extended foreplay for them. they're both still pressing on the bruise to make sure it's still there!!! every few months, they're literally just asking on public television, does it still hurt for you like it does for me? and like clockwork, someone will release new information about them or one of them will say something about each other (in my heart, he's still my best friend/yes... and teammate) and the answer will remain the same, yes, of course, always.
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taitavva · 10 months
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the consequences of taking any wayward child with red eyes under your wing ....
(sequel to this + full text under cut)
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dollwritesarchive · 2 years
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I headcanon that Malleus loooves to be tender during brutal sex. Like he rambles about how pretty you would look pregnant while absolutely stuffing you. Also that he has 2 dicks
I think I might SCREAM this hc is Everything ™️ from now on I will only imagine Mal with 2 dicks!!!
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“Such a pretty, little thing you are,” Malleus crooned, using one hand to caress your cheek whilst the other remains a powerful vice on your hip, pushing you down on him whenever you rocked your hips, “so full already, when I’ve got so much more to give you.”
you moaned— and it was a lusty, depraved sound, “I want— I want to take it all… b—both—” was the best you could do, squirming on his lap, powerless against his forceful rhythm ( and never happier, at that! ) both of your hands, though you wished you could grip his horns for stability, were busily wrapped around his second tool, that couldn’t quite yet fit inside of you— and instead, rested heavy against your belly, leaving a slick trail as it rubbed over your skin, wet with your spit. you worked diligent, though the sensation of being fucked like a rag doll was nearly overbearing, to stroke his extra cock at the same pace that he fucked you with the other— and reveled in the pleased grunts and snorts that your talent elicited.
“Don’t you fret, my love,” Malleus replied through grinding, sharpened fangs, “I will give you every, single inch you can handle, and then some—“ he sucks in a breath, suddenly jutting forward to take control and push you on to your back; when he hovered over you, he leans close to kiss the tip of your nose, slowing the tempo only to guide the swollen head of his manhood to your sex, eager to push into you and join its twin, “how else would I swell that pretty tummy with an heir if I don’t?”
𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!
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updownlately · 6 months
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you could break my heart (and i’d still come back to you)
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“Can you stop?” Your words were a quiet murmur, eyes burning holes into the ground as you suddenly wished it would swallow you whole. 
The reply you got was full of confusion, the striker beside you unaware of just what she was doing. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything?”
“You’re giving me that look again…”
“What look?” Alessia's face was riddled with confusion, eyebrows both raised as she looked at you expectantly.
Shifting your sights to the sky in an attempt to hold back your tears, your words were small, just barely audible over the noise of the market the two of you were visiting.
“The look where you make me believe that you could love me back...”
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svtskneecaps · 3 months
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i should be sleeping but i do want to reiterate how much i love that our collective fan community and also the streamers are constantly like, so new members when? new language when? a teaser drops and we're all like germans???? german time????? asiatic language time??????? new faces??? new friends?? new communities????
i've said this before but it just constantly makes me feel all warm n fuzzy to see it. i'm really happy we're all so excited and united in this.
#qsmp#shut up vic#block game brainrot#this was also why purg2 was great for me specifically#like goddamn was that such a chance for me (and others) to meet streamers in an accessible setting#i only really speak english and half french so this was the first time i actually got to watch any aldo and understand more than every like#tenth word out of his mouth lmfao i get SO LOST#also was extremely fun bc goddamn for a while i rly thought i just Did Not Understand French#bc hearing the qsmp french speakers i'm like. damn. i'm lost. i get lost after like a sentence or two idk i'm so bad at understanding them#but dude holy shit i had kenny on while i did work fully like 5 ft from my phone and i was FOLLOWING#I WAS KEEPING UP???? LIKE THAT WAS INSANE so shoutout kenny for speaking french i can understand i rly appreciate the confidence boost#anyway i hope hope hope to see new members soon yesyes#be it purg2 returners (i have my wishlist but the wishlist does have Everyone soooo i win) or a new language!!! OR MULTIPLE 🙏 WOULD BE NEAT#i have said before that i think it would be fun if they drop two+ languages in at the same time#have the new languages work together to do puzzles and get used to the translations before dropping the full force of like#20-30 odd streamers who are unbelievably loud and extremely excited to meet them#would mayyyybe mitigate some of the french arrival where everyone DESCENDED on them and it was SO LOUD lmfao#anyway i will now sleep it just makes me happy to see everytime i see it#i'm excited to meet (hypothetical) everyone too <3
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-For the sentence ask thingy-
"No~, five more minutes," Aizawa barely managed to speak, having being woken up many times.
You try your best to get him out of bed but it's useless.
"What happened to 'Lets wake up early and go to the gym' ?", you questioned annoyingly....
^Have a great day!!^
Shota grumbled into his pillow, inky hair cascading over his face. He could be so stubborn.
You tugged at his arms, shaking the man out of his slumber with a pout. "C'mon, I got ready because you said we'd be out of the house early!"
Barely cracking his eyes open, your love peered up at you with sleepy adoration, his lips settling in a lazy smile. "One kiss and I'll be up, promised."
A flutter of warmth tickled your chest as you smiled down at him. He could be such a tease when he'd barely shaken off the night's sleep. You cherished this part of him.
Leaning down, your lips met his in a gentle display of love. He hummed into the kiss, breaking out into a smile. Pulling away left him dazed; a love sick man.
"Okay, I'm awake now." He breathed, finally allowing to be pulled away from his sheets.
Send me the first sentence of a fic and I'll write the next 5!
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kryptonitejelly · 2 years
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Jake supporting your pregnancy bump and also being very happy with the way his hand and wedding band just fit perfectly over it? 🥺 fly boy please!! Maybe a guest appearance from his mama
Context: Flyboy (readable without)
Jake is standing behind you, his front pressed against yours, hands below your bump, lifting gently, taking the weight off you; it makes you sigh blissfully, sinking back against him, feeling relieved of the extra weight you’ve been carrying around.
“Better?” He asks and you nod yes with a sigh; Jake presses a kiss to the side of your head. You stand that way for a few moments, before you nod, pulling your weight off his chest, an indication that you are good. Jake guides you to a sit back onto the couch, settling himself beside you before placing a hand over your bump.
“Come out soon little human,” he murmurs, hand gliding gently over your bump, wedding ring catching the sunlight, glinting gold in the rays, “come out soon so I can help carry you.”
“He’s never going to put that baby down when she arrives,” Grace muses as she walks into the living room to place a glass of iced tea in front of you to which you offer a grateful thanks.
“I’ll put her down long enough to make another,” Jake shoots back immediately with a lazy smirk, and Grace simply laughs as you groan, sinking back into the couch and swatting him away.
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tobias-hankel · 2 years
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"Garcia, I appreciate it, but I don't need a 10 Ways To Woo A Genius PowerPoint."
"Garcia, I appreciate it, but I don't need a 10 Ways To Woo A Genius PowerPoint." Spencer said with a sigh, leaning further into Garcia’s office sofa.
“Not for you, for him! We just need to find a way to show it to him.” Garcia said, pulling up PowerPoint on her computer.
“We don’t even know if Morgan likes me, let alone if he is even trying to Woo me.”
Garcia spun around in her chair, “Really? I thought you were a genius,” Garcia said with a smirk.
“Yes, really,” Spencer said playfully narrowing his eyes at Garcia, “I have liked him since I joined the BAU, just because we have been hanging out more doesn’t mean he likes me back.”
Garcia spun back around to face her computer and started typing while reading what she was typing out loud, “Number one, be to the point and straight forward with the genius. He won’t be able to see how your flirting is anything more than friendly.”
Spencer froze, “Wait, flirting? Morgan has never flirted with me.”
Garcia turned her chair slightly to look over at Spencer, dumbfounded, “Pumpkin… He calls you Pretty Boy.”
“And he calls you Baby Girl! That doesn’t mean anything,” Spencer shot back.
“Have you heard Derek call other women pet names before?” Garcia asked and Spencer thought for a moment. He had a lot actually. Morgan often calls women names like sweetheart or gorgeous. He has even called Prentiss ‘princess’ before, so Spencer nodded his head yes.
“Okay, and have you ever heard him call another man a pet name like he does with you?” The thought almost made Spencer laugh. If he called Hotch ‘hot stuff’ or Rossi ‘silver fox’, that would be ridiculous but for some reason when Morgan called Spencer pretty boy, it just felt right. Spencer shook his head no after a moment and Garcia said, “Yeah, because he is only flirting with you when he does it.”
“No… But…” Spencer takes a moment to think about how Morgan acts with him. How he is always touching him, hugging him, bringing him coffees or snacks, asking to hang out, calling him pretty…. And it hits him. “Oh my God… He is flirting with me.”
Garcia turns to face her computer again and backspaced through what she had just typed out, I should have made this list 10 Tips To Help A Genius Figure Out When He Is Being Flirted With. Garcia said with a laugh.
“Instead can you make a list called 10 Tips To Help A Genius Ask Out The Flirter. I think I’ll need some help with that.” Spencer said with a shy but determined smile.
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I'm a slow writer but feel free to drop me a 5 sentence ask or a prompt in my ask box 🖤 Btw, I don't always go in order.
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lili-elbe · 7 months
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So having just started the final season of Babylon 5, having seen the previous 4 seasons in chronological order over the last couple of weeks, and after having seen all the other "Sci-Fi Golden Era" shows. I am ready to declare my allegiance firmly in the Babylon 5 camp. First of all the show was just ahead of it's time, using a traditional cable sci-fi 22 episode season structure, with a traditional A/B plot structure, but unlike those other shows of the time *glares at star trek* every single episode's A plot is main plot relevant, and 75% of the time the B plot is simply relevant to a different part of the main narrative. Like i imagine it was a nightmare for casual viewers of the time on cable and daytime re-runs, but sitting down now and binging it in order... it's without a doubt one of the most well written and thought provoking space operas of it's time and since. I don't even have time to go into the characters but oh my g-d what characters they are. Absolutely underrated
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soultek · 5 months
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In Another Life - Bogard x Female!Reader (One Piece Live Action)
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A/N: This actually started as much more based on the lyrics of this song than it ended up - I guess this wasn't exactly my intent! It was initially meant to be so much more angsty. But that's how you roll when you just let the characters point you in a direction when you're writing. Every point on my plan got covered - that's all that matters! 😁✌
ALSO this is the first work I've EVER had properly edited for me, so, thank you very much Josh! I appreciate you taking the time to read this! [You don't know what you've got yourself in for agreeing to do more... haha! 😈]
The format editing on Tumblr broke me. So you get what you get below and I'm very sorry but I just could NOT anymore... You'll see it because it is very SPECIFICALLY one sentence that Tumblr seems to find issue with - so now that's just a random paragraph by itself in the middle of a conversation.
Disclaimer: Only the reader character is mine. He's kinda pieced together using elements of his anime counterpart because hell yeah I went back and watched those episodes for further characterisation. Nothing I've used is spoilers. The origami thing is original - but that's only because I've seen a ton of [fan] art of him with birds and I was like "Is this a thing? I need to include it somehow!" Turns out the birds are just a Marine HQ thing - but I liked the idea so I've kept it!
The 'backstory' is also originally because we don't know a whole lot about him yet in either media... sooooo...
Warnings: innuendo, sexual connotations, mention of injury, smoking, mild swearing, mild plot-relevant OOC.
Premise: HQ 3 is back in town. And for you, that ship brings a lot more with it than just injured marines. You're prepared for the usual push and pull this 'situationship' brings. You might not be so prepared for the other news he has for you...
Word Count: 7906
Song Inspo: Another Life - Tenille Arts
Full Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/29SKzlmL31pHFk54BwnO7k
--- Cause I don't wanna kiss anybody else's lips I don't wanna feel anybody else's touch I just wanna be the old you and me We'd be married, have a house and kids by this time In another life
In another life I would get to kiss you goodnight Hold your hand, play with your hair, feel your arms around me Giving me the best hug Yeah, we'd be so in love
In another life
I wouldn't have to kiss anybody else's lips I wouldn't have to feel anybody else's touch We could just be the old you and me We'd be married, have a house and kids by this time And you'd be here tonight In another life
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Nothing new. That was how you would describe the day. Sitting in your office working through the papers of every Marine coming in and out of your ward; you weren’t sure you knew what busy was anymore. It seemed to be the same all the time - with very little variation in the amount of work you had to do day-to-day - sometimes you just had to work on them faster. With more and more to do for the Marines on the front lines, and with seemingly every other person declaring themselves to be a 'Pirate' these days, at least things were never dull - that you could count on. Today, another ship arrived, apparently with a lot of injured Marines on board, given how many new papers you had stacked up on your desk. You sat back in your chair and blew out a breath. You were glad at least none of these new patients appeared to be in any serious condition. The most interesting thing to you was the newly docked ship's designation: HQ 3. You regarded the papers again, and began to rifle through them slowly. He hasn’t said anything, you thought. Figures. There could be a reason for that, of course… he could be in here. You dared not go through them too quickly to find out. These days he had no reason to tell you, either.
Marking another case as not urgent, you became aware of a sudden clamouring outside your office. Back and forth yelling that sounded more like panic. So much for hiding away... Pushing yourself up from your desk, you opened the door and leaned against the frame, poking your head out into the corridor. Several nurses and doctors were running between rooms, each and every one worked for you now. Which meant that when you called out to them, they stood to attention. "What's going on out here!?" "Nothing we can't handle." "Oh, I have no doubt - is everything okay?" "Some of the new inpatients have a flair for the dramatic is all M'am!" You chuckled, folding your arms, and touched your head to the doorframe too. "Sounds right. Maybe we should give them something to be dramatic about!" You cracked a grin. "If sedative is necessary, get that going - but nothing appears serious. I don't want anyone else on the ward panicking or getting distressed though. Try to get them to keep it down." You winked. "Else I’ll be forced to tell them to, and I'm pretty sure they won't want that."
The small group who had paused to listen to you nodded along, before almost shying away from you, and retreating into the rooms they had come from. You were about to ask why – unless they were scared you were about to force something more upon them yourself – before your question was answered for you. "Oh, I don't know about that." You couldn't have stopped the smile spreading across your face if you'd tried. Not at the sound of that voice. You turned your head to him slowly. HQ 3 meant Garp, and the Vice Admiral brought with him his right-hand man, who was now staring back at you with something of a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
Bogard was leaning against the wall right outside your door, letting it support his full weight, right arm held across his body, left hand raised to his chin. If you'd have bet on that stance, you might have won. He had a nasty habit of just appearing like this, but you would never be one to complain about that.   You let your eyes linger on him as you drew them up and down his body. You could pretend it was for your deduction, but you both knew better. "What are you doing here? You don’t look injured to me.” His dark eyes swept the ward, which now hosted a group of Marines from the ship he sailed on. “Where he goes, I follow.” He started. “And, if I leave the ship here, I get to see you. So, it’s not all bad. Guess we’ll be staying while we stock back up, do repairs,” he paused briefly. “The usual.” You bit back the words you really wanted to say. "Doesn't sound so bad. Guess you'll be wanting the recent discharge list?" "You read my mind." "I know you!" You let that statement linger before adding, "all business. Let me get you that list."
You withdrew back into your office, gathering the papers of cleared Marines now waiting to be assigned back onto any ships that were currently docked who were in need of recruits. Much to your surprise you found your hands were shaking. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves; maybe you were more excited about this encounter than you anticipated. To say your relationship with the man standing outside your door was complicated would be an understatement. Something along the lines of a long distance, long term situationship might sum it up best - but they were just a few words that meant nothing to the history of it.
You had been a cadet when you'd first met him. He was a few years older than you. Back when Bogard was just finding himself in the Marine's. It was obvious to you then how fast he was going to climb the ranks. You'd been friends since day one - well, almost. Once you'd graduated your cadet training and had chosen to be stationed as part of the medical division, you began to realise just how injury prone and stubborn he was. At least that was the way he always presented himself to you. The number of times early on you'd found yourself patching up his gashes and wounds with him insisting they were just scratches were innumerable. You found yourself very quickly worried about him in ways that went beyond mere friendship. And the next time he'd done it had been your final straw. You couldn't recall your confession exactly, but you did remember that it came out in the middle of a heated ramble. You had been in tears – you were mad at him for getting hurt, and you were crying because you didn’t want to lose him. Fixing him up that time quickly led to a first kiss, and soon after a relationship. But it didn’t last.
Although he would never tell the story that way, the truth was at that point Bogard had been just dumb enough to make sure he always got an injury, so he had an excuse to stop by and see you, but smart enough to make sure he was never in any real danger. He had mellowed out a lot since then - he was so much more serious and careful now - especially with the responsibilities he had. Man, the more you thought about it, the more you realised just how much time had passed... You carried just as many responsibilities yourself now, but could you say that you didn't still worry about him? No - but he was always so far away that you couldn't allow yourself to dwell on it too much. The 'see you when I see you' was fine if he was going to turn up at your door looking as pristine as he did today. Bogard knew what he was doing - he wouldn't be Garp's second in command if he didn't. You trusted that you had no reason to worry about him. Not even on the Grand Line. If he did ever come back injured - you didn't want to think too much about it - you knew you'd go above and beyond. If anyone had ever been curious about what you were, then that scenario would probably hold all the answers. Though while that wasn't happening, it was fine as a mystery.
He hadn't moved an inch when you returned with the stack. "Here you are, unless I should be giving these to the Vice Admiral?" Bogard took the papers in a way that suggested which was wisest; to him. You held your hands up to indicate that was well noted. "Just let me know who stays and who goes so I can update my records." He flipped through them quickly. "Of course. I suppose it will depend on how many we want that aren't cadets." "Cadets? I mean there might be some fresh faces there, but they will come with a little experience." "Might need that where we're going." This time it was his right hand held to his chin as he moved to answering your question quickly. "Yes, cadets. We're training them." "You're training cadets?" You could see it, actually. He'd be good at that - tough but fair. His captain too. "Lucky cadets." Bogard placed the papers in his pocket. His expression seemed to suggest that might not be the phrase he'd use. He looked up and passed you, studying the corridor and listening to the activity you'd just set in motion, before turning his attention fully back to you. "The whole ward, huh?" "It'll be the whole medical centre soon." "So I hear. Never in doubt when it comes to you." You looked away bashfully - voice quiet. "Thank you." "Still, you could be out on a ship as the main doctor. A HQ ship even. You're plenty good enough." You made a noise, but didn't want to look like you were laughing at his suggestion. "Despite being a Marine, I still prefer dry land. I'm comfortable here. I enjoy my work! I’m even about to be promoted. Where do you go once you're a ship doctor for a HQ vessel?" "It would be worth it for all the places you would see,” he continued. “The prestige." You knew where this was headed, and turned it back on him as quickly as you could. "And you, what about when they call you to World Government bureaucracy and pen-pushing, and you spend more time in a building than you do on the open ocean?" You asked. Bogard made a face like he was considering it, but you knew he wasn't. “Right now, I would probably decline such a position.” he huffed. “I think I have much to learn before I go there." “Uh huh." You knew that, how could you not? Just like he knew you didn't want to be out at sea. No matter how many times he would try to persuade you out there every time he saw you.
That was the point you had known it wouldn't work out. You wanted him safe with you, whereas he wanted you to go travelling the world with him. Neither would comprise. And so, every time you met, you would dance around this question again. Asking without saying 'why aren't we together, really?' in a different way every time. The reality was you'd both chosen your preferred lifestyles and your work over each other. But you weren’t about to admit that out loud, and Bogard wasn't either. So, here you stayed.
To make sure this didn't get too heavy immediately, you cleared your throat and changed the subject. "I heard you were in the East Blue?" He gave a short nod, but instead of offering any more information, he hit back with a rumour of his own. You couldn't say you was surprised that he would keep his official work a secret - such the man he was these days. You knew you'd get it out of him eventually. Though it might take something a little less... professional... "I heard you were with some captain." Try as he might to hide it, Bogard let his emotion seep into his voice. It was obvious who and what he was referring to, and he wasn't happy about it. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from teasing him about being jealous - that wouldn't end well. And what with where you were right now, you had to be very careful what you let slip, just in case of any prying eyes and ears. And you also knew that Bogard knew he had no right to be jealous - regardless of the truth. Still, this was one thing you wouldn’t tease him about. Reassurance was the only way forward. "Rumours fly.” You dismissed. “That was never a thing." Which was true, after all, you still only had eyes for the man in front of you. Despite the fact that there had never been a conversation about it between you. You could date someone else. You just weren’t sure if Bogard believed you, especially as you didn't know how long he had been holding onto that knowledge for. You knew how much he valued the truth though, so lying would have been unwise at best. “I’d never do that.” you continued. To you, you thought. But you left that part off. You were met with the same steady look he'd been regarding you with throughout this whole conversation so far. You sighed, glancing behind you back down the ward - all seemed calm right now. They knew how to reach you if they needed your help. Turning back to him, you offered a gentle smile. "Care to take a walk with me?" He pushed himself away from the wall with a smile. Turning across, he offered you his arm - ever the gentleman. You smiled back sweetly, wrapping yourself around him, and allowing yourself a moment to admit in your mind just how much you'd missed him.
For a while there was silence, but it was comfortable and more relaxed. You both knew you wouldn’t be able to stray very far. It'd be more like a walk around the block, but it was still away from unwanted attention. He watched you closely. You carried yourself and your rank well. You coped with the pressure of it all. You could handle yourself. You just wouldn't answer the call to open ocean. It seemed strange to him, but he admired how sure of yourself, and your convictions you were. He would not change your mind, no matter how much he wanted to. Still, there was something about the rumour that was bothering him. It wasn't that Bogard thought you were lying - of course you wouldn't. You knew how much he disapproved of it. It was the subject of the rumour that hurt Bogard most. Of all the people that rumours could fly about with you, not him, but someone else? Someone who must have seen you far less than Bogard did… at least he would hope so. People were aware you had been something once. Was it so hard to believe that you might be making it work again? Bogard put in the work even when he was so far away. There were more than enough reasons to conclude that he was still with you. In many ways, he wanted to be asked. Even if he went against his principles and denied it. Though, given you weren't technically a couple, it wasn’t technically lying. He hated how much it caused him to wonder if you had ever been with anyone else ever since you broke up. If Bogard couldn't even get a rumour going, but someone else could? It bothered him that he could get wrapped up in such a way. You weren’t his. But the exclusivity was an unwritten rule. It was expected that you would always be able to return to each other like this. That didn't mean if either of you fell in love with someone else… Surely you had both expected the other to have moved on by now. You both should have moved on by now! It hadn’t been months after all; it hadn’t even been a few years. It was closer to decades, and here you both were. Bogard just didn't want to hear it being discussed. He wasn't sure what heartbreak would feel like; but he didn't want to know either way. And he hated even more that, after all this time, if he lost you for good, he knew his heart would break.
The silence from him wasn't something that you thought was particularly unusual - Bogard was notoriously a man of very few words.  Though you often wondered what ran through that head of his; but someone had to keep Garp in check, so you knew his mind was sharp at least. They seemed like complete opposites - which, you thought, made them perfect for each other. Walking with him this close around the medical centre was enough for you right now. It was nice getting used to his presence again. Even if you knew you'd have to let him go soon. And too soon at that. Glancing over to him, you recognised Bogard’s look was a little further away than you had expected. Realising that you wanted those gorgeous brown eyes back on you, you broke the silence. If he was in his head about this stupid rumour - which you wouldn't be surprised if the Marine Captain had started and stoked himself - then you knew what he needed to hear. And if he felt the truth was so important, he was about to get some. "I have to say, I'm not entirely sure why you're so worried about that rumour. It's me who should be thinking about things like that. Why, I bet you have a girl in every port!" It was clearly a joke, but his look was a little too sharp - Bogard clearly took offence to the idea he was worried. Even if he was. Luckily, his expression quickly softened. "Guy on every ship." He quipped back. You gasped, ready to take full offence to that. "That's way worse than the rumour! Stop it! What do you take me for!? At least mine could happen!" You weren’t stupid - he was a good-looking man. Loyal, dedicated; an old-fashioned romantic. Work-driven sure, but you'd seen other women fall for him. All it would take was for him to find one who he could fall for too, who would share in his dream and actually want to travel the world on a ship with him as a Marine. It scared you a little how easy it was for you to imagine that he could be in a very happy relationship right now. Bogard raised an eyebrow. Surely you didn't believe that, he thought. And if you did, how wrong you were. Surely the ridiculousness of his own statement only highlighted the ludicrousness of your own? How untrue it was? For you though, it was clear you had a point. Besides, what did he have to be worried about? Who would you date anyway? It wasn't like you were about to pick up a guy at a bar or something. "Nearly all the men I see around here are either sick or injured." You protested. He shrugged, and when he doubled down, you were glad you could hear the jokey tone to his voice. "All the more time to get to know them then." "Please." You scoffed, pushing his arm a little. "Besides, you're the only one writing to me, and making me origami, so..." He stopped so abruptly, but you were ready for that. Halting to measure his reaction. He looked across to you curiously. You never wrote him back; he didn't expect you to. Bogard smiled - for once a little wider than usual. Possibly more of a smirk. "Like those, do you?" He teased. You allowed yourself to blush under the weight of his look. The bolstered confidence in him at your words, and then your admittance. "Maybe a little too much."
Despite the jokes you made, it was barely covering up what you really meant - bringing to light exactly what you were both most worried about. And the ego-boosting rush of hearing that it wasn't true. The real truth was no matter how nonchalantly either of you said goodbye - see you later - neither of you wanted to see the other with someone else. Neither of you would like it very much. The difference was you were quite prepared for the possibility of that eventuality. Bogard was not.
Once you had made the full circle and wandered back to your office, you resumed much the same positions as you had before. Although closer and more comfortable this time. Once the ice had thawed a little, you were now acting more as friends. (As if that was all you were.) Where you could get him to smile a little, and if you were very, very, very lucky, you might even get a huffed laugh out of him. Although he did have one last piece of official business to pass by you. He pulled some rolled-up papers out of his Marine coat. "You asked about the East Blue before." He started. "I did." You straightened your relaxed posture a little. Assuming you wouldn't have to do any work to get a candid answer this time. "We were there chasing around a new upstart young group of Pirates." He continued. "Another group?!" You very nearly rolled your eyes; you’d lost count of the crews popping up all over the place over the years. HQ 3 seemed a little overkill, though. "You guys? Really?!" Bogard shook his head. "Understandable reaction. But this crew has potential." He held the roll out to you. "May I request you put these up around the wards?" You looked from the roll to him and back and took it gently. "These upstarts already have bounties?" You asked. "Their captain does." He replied. You continued to stare at him questioningly, but when all he did was stare back, you knew the answer was on the paper itself. You unravelled them and almost let out a laugh.
'Monkey D. Luffy' - the name explained everything. You looked back at Bogard with an amused expression and raised eyebrow. Bogard merely shook his head, expression in understanding of your reaction. 'Let's not go there!' "Sure. I'll put these ones up! That's quite the bounty for the East Blue though! Who'd he piss off!?" You walked back into your office to put it with your unfinished pile of admission checks. This time Bogard followed you, standing in the doorway. "Nezumi.” He replied. “Oh, that weirdo? With the rat face?” You circled your head with your finger. “Rat would certainly be one way to put it.” You couldn’t help your perhaps overly loud reaction. “Oooh! Ooooh. Ooh! Would you like me to tell him that next time I see him?” Bogard placed his hands either side of your door frame, leaning in a little.  ‘Oh yeah you would badmouth me like that!,’ he thought - instant reaction - mouth opening before he changed his mind. Returning to a more relaxed lean, and crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t waste my breath.” You whistled. “Damn! You got a mouth on you.” Sharp as the blade he carried - when he wanted to be. But perhaps also a sign of how close you were, that he would speak as freely as this. Instead of responding, he opted to watch you with his eyes narrowed. You chuckled. “No, I know you. I know that you don’t waste your words.” Pausing for thought, you placed the papers down slowly. Raising your eyes to the window, you mused. “I guess I feel honoured that you share so many of them with me.” “Writing letters is completely different.” He replied. You looked across to him; voice sweet, and smile gentle. “That’s not what I meant.” Bogard bit his lips together, unsure of a comeback. Instead he wound the conversation back, nodding to the poster you just placed down. “Highest bounty on the East Blue now, actually. Doubt he'll stay there though." He said. "Ah. Grand Line bound!" You replied inquisitively. For a while the whimsy of it all had you smiling, until your smile dropped in realisation. If HQ 3 had been chasing them around the East Blue? You looked back to him slowly. Was Bogard going to follow them around the Grand Line? How long would that take? How long would it be until you saw him again? Even he knew he didn't have the answer to that. As he'd stated - where Garp went, he did. No questions asked. Still, Bogard couldn't leave it like that. He felt compelled to reassure you. "Of course, we might not follow them. We had investigations going on before they arrived on the scene." You remembered. "What now then? You really think you'll be back to 'Baroque Works'?" "We were heading that way anyway. I don't see why that would change now." He shrugged. "Doubtless you'll find out when I write to you!" You chuckled, running your fingertips over the picture in the wanted poster. A new kid on the block in a straw hat? Generations had seen this before.
Silence fell for a moment, which allowed him time to look around your office. Then he really couldn't help but smile. Lined up along the window frame, and just about every spare space on your shelves were collections of intricate origami. Bogard had sent you every single one of them. His preference was birds of different shapes, sizes, and colours. But they were all there. Every letter he had sent you came with one, and he'd sent you a letter every time he felt he had something worth saying. Writing back wasn't the point of it. He could guarantee that no one else knew where these came from. Whether you made them or they just appeared. But they weren't there for anyone else to know about - they were there for you. And every time Bogard saw them he wondered how the hell he could ever let himself get worried about any feelings you might have for anyone else. He looked back to you - having finished studying the picture of Luffy, you were now watching him - and Bogard knew he'd been caught with a rare smile on his face. He let it bleed into his words. "You kept them all." It wasn't a question, and his heart swelled. You giggled, pulling a box draw out from the top of your desk. "Honey, you have no idea!" From within it spilled forth letters upon letters, all wrapped up in Marine paper and blue ribbon. You had kept every single one of them too.
It was a little later in the day, as you were finishing up another round of administering medication, when you returned to your office and found that another Marine had made himself comfortable there. And not the one you would have expected. "V-Vice Admiral!" You stood to attention as he rose from your chair, "Sir! How can I help you?" "At ease, please!" His smile was warm, "In fact it's me that I think can help you!" He held out the stack of papers you'd given Bogard earlier. "I trust my second in command’s judgement on these." You took them gratefully. "Of course. I'll make sure everyone is prepped and ready to cast off when you're ready to set sail, Sir." "Better make it sooner rather than later, Lieutenant.” Garp placed his hands in his pockets, expression serious. "I don't want to be hanging around for too long. We have much to get started on." "Oh- I see." You knew you was failing at hiding your look of disappointment. Letting go was never easy, but if you had to do it sooner than you expected? You'd only just got Bogard back - you weren’t ready to let him go again just yet. Garp could see it on your face. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Bogard interact with you before. They'd stopped off here plenty of times. He'd just never pried into the private life of his second in command before. But something was clearly going on this time. If he hadn't thought so before. He indicated to the origami on your shelves. "I always wondered where these went. Clearly, Y/N, they all come to you!" Your eyes widened. You didn't even know anyone else knew Bogard made them. "Y-yes, when he writes he always sends..." You gestured to the shelves, wondering if you'd said too much. Did Garp know that he... wrote to you? "Would have thought writing was his preferred method of communication. I know he’s a man that’s concise at best.” he continued. “Though he never seems to have that problem around you. Which is something in itself." You knew you was blushing by now, and you couldn't quite meet the Vice Admiral’s eyes. What he was saying was by no means untrue. "He's not always been like that." You were lying and you knew it. But you had to say something. You had no idea what Garp did or didn't know, or what Bogard would even want his superior to know! "Mhm." You weren’t sure that response was convincing enough. "Can't help but wonder exactly what's going on between you two." he enquired. Dammit! You were definitely turning redder now. "He-" You paused. Then took a deep breath, locking eyes with Garp this time. "We were once a couple, yes. But, we went our separate ways due to our own work preferences." You gave a shrug, realising how sad you suddenly felt as you smiled. "He wouldn't stay. I wouldn't go." "...Shame." Garp nodded. "From what I’ve heard, you have enormous potential. Definitely something we could use out there." You bowed deeply. "Those are kind words, Sir. Thank you. But it was never what I wanted. The front line isn't for me, and I would be outright useless in a fight. I'm no field medic." "We could change that." He interjected. You laughed. "I hear you're training cadets?" You weren’t sure you wanted to go back to that, weren’t sure how you would act being trained by them, honestly. "With all due respect Sir, many have tried and at this point I think I'm fine being a competent medic, and a pathetic fighter. I barely scraped through weapons training, and I decided that I would never want to handle one again! At least not by choice." "Competent would not be the word I'd use." He took a few steps forward, causing you to stiffen your posture. "Brilliant, maybe." He tilted his head. "Funny you should say that and be going off with a swordsman." You gaped for a minute. "We-Well I--" You tried to compose yourself. "That was always Bogard's thing." Your laugh was nervous. "Though I admit I can't help but be fascinated. I notice that people are intimidated by him without him even having to draw. So, once he does?" It was hot. It made you feel a little something something, and you'd never really seen him in action in a real fight.
Though of course you were not about to mention this to Garp.
"Well, there's always room on my ship. If you want this to be something more.” He paused for a brief second. “Intimate again." Garp's stare was intense. "I do hope you'll consider it, Y/N." You swallowed hard. Intimate? As if you weren't still--- "A HQ ship would be an incredible honour, Sir. I…” you paused. “Surely will consider it." "Glad to hear it." he replied enthusiastically. Garp swept past you, but stopped at the door. "I have no doubt you'll have the Marine's prepped and ready for our departure. I do suggest if you want to spend any more time with my second, you get as much of it in as possible." Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the amusement and smirk in his voice. "Should I send him back up to your office, Y/N?" You opened your mouth, but found you couldn't answer before he walked away laughing.
Next thing you knew you was back in the arms of your situationship - under the sheets.
***
Despite what Bogard and Garp had said, it was nice for them to stick around for a little while. It reminded you that you shouldn’t get your hopes up that it would be permanent. But it gave you a taste you couldn’t help but crave. He really was all yours here. And you could pretend you were somewhere in the past, thinking about this as your far-off future. One where neither of you had ever put anything above the other. Breaks were rare when you had work to do, but right now, you also couldn’t afford to spend any free time anywhere else.
Bogard was sitting on the steps to the medical wing when you found him. Hunched over what could only have been a lighter, given the small smoke trail.
You sighed gently, folding your arms and shaking your head. Taking the steps slowly towards him - it wasn’t like you were about to sneak up on the swordsman, he knew your footfall well enough by now - it still didn’t cause him to extinguish his smoke. You stopped on the step above the one he was sitting on. Two heavy steps down, to let him know you were less than impressed, hands moving to your pockets as you bent slightly over him - feeling all at once like a doctor scolding your patient. (Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t already had the opportunity to check his full physical health at this point.) “You know those aren’t good for your health, right?” You started. As if to mock you, he took a long deliberate drag. “Trust me, if you were on my ship, you would need these to relax too.” He replied. You narrowed your eyes. “Oh no, Mister. No using your captain as an excuse!” “He’s a damn good one.” He protested. Another drag, before he removed it from his lips, but he didn’t put it out. You leaned yourself a little closer to him, lowering your voice – positively saccharine. “Don’t worry, you can order me around!” Bogard raised a hand to his mouth slowly, and coughed. You waited with a smirk on your face for him to take the bait. “Don’t tempt me.” Bogard gave his voice the appropriate stern edge. You had the cheekiest little grin on your face, and hummed like you were a little too happy with yourself for that one. He gave you enough time to bask in it, before looking back to his smoke. “You’re going to ask me to stop, right?” You folded your arms, sighing. “At the risk of sounding like a broken record. You know my spiel by now.” Bogard gave a single nod of agreement. “You’ve never quite got me to quit yet. I think by now you’d know it wasn’t going to happen.” His eyeline had remained level until that moment, but he looked up at you now. “How’s work?” He asked. “Nothing changes…” You shrugged. “But I do have five minutes.” You took the next step down and sank to sit with him. Bogard’s smile was gentle, no matter how obvious it was that you would choose to spend your precious free time with him when he was around, it didn’t make it any less significant of an act.  “Smoke?” He held it out to you. “Ha!” You liked that he smiled at your sarcasm though, his eyes back on whatever he was watching before. “What are you-?” Bogard nodded forward, then pointed, you followed his fingertip down to the beach. Upon it were Garp, and two marines whom he looked like he was giving a stern talking to. “Oh! Your cadets?” “Mhm.” “And you’re up here because?” He scoffed. “Please, you think they’re ready to take me on yet?” You almost rolled your eyes as he took another drag, making sure to blow the smoke away from you. “I can take on both of them using only my less dominant hand. It’d be hardly worth their time either. What does it teach them? Something they aren’t ready for?” You couldn’t help the smirk that toyed with your lips. “Do you have one of those?” “One of what?” He enquired. “A less dominant hand?” You teased. You couldn’t look at him, because you knew you’d crack - but you knew the kind of stare he was giving you, before he jogged your shoulder. “Stop.” You couldn’t help the quick burst of laughter you let escape.
You continued to watch the two young men train with Garp for a while. And eventually you let yourself unwind enough to lean up against his shoulder. It was funny how much more you felt his body sink into relaxation below yours after that. And he put his smoke out too. He was content to sit with you like this. Yes. This was exactly what you dreamed of. Even if you couldn’t say you missed Bogard often (you were far too busy working here to do much of anything!), at least you didn’t let yourself and your thoughts linger on that feeling for too long. This physical contact was exactly what you needed. His letters could cover almost everything else, letting you know he was okay and that you didn’t have to worry. It was exactly what made this work without it having to be a relationship. But they couldn’t hold you. They couldn’t replace his touch. Your eyes lowered to his hands. It was weird for you to think just what they were capable of. He could be so gentle, but his swordsmanship? Just how many lives had Bogard taken with the exact same hands that held you the way he did? You sank your teeth into your lip as you frowned. You could think these things all you liked. Right now you just wanted to hold them - that’s what you knew for sure.
Bogard regarded your body language. Even when you weren’t looking at him, he knew what you desired. It didn’t matter how damn long you had been away from each other. At this point, it was simply muscle memory. You could both say whatever you wanted. Sometimes he wondered if being “single” really was the easiest option for you. It sure sounded like it. But he knew how it complicated things. How it twisted your feelings. Maybe you couldn’t make it work together. But you couldn’t make it work without each other either. Bogard knew you were thinking about how this could be your life. How could you not be? He was thinking it too – and by now he knew you better than you knew yourself.
He moved his hand from his knee, extending it towards yours - palm up - still watching your reaction. You hesitated; too shy to look at him now. Bogard knew, of course he knew. At this point he might as well have been a mind reader. Your movements were slow and deliberate. You took his hand gingerly; lacing your fingers together. Before moving your other to fit his hand between yours. He watched you do this with a smile, before pulling your hands gently back into his lap. You made a small noise before burying your face in his shoulder; surely blushing now. He focused back on the beach, running his thumb over the back of your hand. Yes - this was worth coming back for. Even if accepting the way you otherwise lived meant he sacrificed this to miss you the rest of the time. And if neither of you would move to give that up, you always would.
*** Seeing him off came all too quick. His return seemed but a fleeting moment - a heartbeat, and you were having to let him go again. The thing that stopped you from letting this be anything more than it was. But you were kidding yourself. You were in a relationship. The code; the unwritten rule, the exclusivity of it. There'd never been anyone else. Neither of you were calling it that, though. Neither of you referred to each other as ‘Partners', or ever enquired if it would be like that again. Everything but in name. Yet you would continue to tell yourself this was for the best - and that you wouldn't hurt for a little while as he sailed off into the distance.
Everyone around you on the dock was moving fast, getting final-final preparations done before they set sail. For the two of you, time was virtually standing still. Your hands were in his, and right now all you wanted was for them to stay there as long as possible. As tradition stated, you both had one more try in you - one more line of persuasion before the same conclusion would be reached, and you went your separate ways once again. Bogard leaned into you. That small near smile on his lips that reflected so much more brilliantly in his eyes. And in that moment the light was hitting them just right; illuminating that brown colour in a million beautiful shades. His voice was soft and sweet - as if this time he was really pulling out all the stops. "You should come with us.” he said. “We could always use a doctor." You chuckled, shaking your head. But you were grinning. You couldn't help but smile brilliantly at the way he was making you feel. Of course he was still trying to get you to go with him, despite already knowing your answer. You had to admire that spirit – every single time. "My place is here." You said firmly. You bit your tongue between your teeth cheekily for a moment, before teasing back with. "You could always stay." It was Bogard's turn to chuckle. "You know I can't do that." Your head tilted. 'Exactly'.
But he kept leaning, and you weren’t about to stop him. Now might have been the time to be professional. But it was also the exact time to be unprofessional. You pushed yourself up to meet him in a goodbye kiss. Both of you probably expected it to be short and sweet, but then again neither of you were pulling away - content to stay in it. You couldn't take it anymore, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He reciprocated, hands on your waist pulling you into his arms. At some point someone whistled. You felt him laugh, but he didn't pull back – Bogard just kept kissing you. Not even with the thought in his head that he was doing this in public. A little harder, edge a little more possessive of you. There was something in this kiss meant to completely destroy the idea that there was, or ever would be, anyone else, ever. Even when you were merely joking about it, even when he was too. You surrendered to it, and to him, completely.
Back on the ship, Helmeppo has spotted what was happening on the docks below. And if he was surprised by the kiss in the first place, the fact that it was going on - the stoic second in command swordsman that Bogard was? The guy who wore a perpetual frown most of the time! This wasn't happening - in fact it was beyond being seen to be believed! It was a ‘pinch me I must be dreaming’ moment. He smacked Coby - who was only oblivious because he was working - perhaps a little too hard. But he didn't care, and threw his other hand just to check that he wasn't the only one seeing this! The smaller cadet also couldn't help but stop and stare, almost gaping.
Garp watched the scene with a shake of his head, and a laugh. Sometimes it was good to be right!
Eventually you both had to pull back, if for nothing but a need to breathe. But you kept close. Your fingers gripped his Marine coat tight as you held him close to you. His head dipped to yours. Bogard kept his arms wrapped around you. You closed your eyes and tried your best to hold back your tears. "Stay safe." You whispered, emotion flooding your voice. "I don’t want to see you back here anything less than immaculate.” “Stay safe too." His voice was equally emotional, strained against the proper tone he was trying to emulate. "Don’t take any shit.” You pulled slightly back from him, laughing. “You come back to me.” "You know where we're going. I can't make any promises. But…" He relinquished your warmth none too fast, reassuring you. "I always do."
You stood for a moment like that, unsure where to go from here. You couldn't help it, pulling him back for one more kiss goodbye - and much shorter, to your own dismay. Before drawing your hands to the centre of his chest, fussing with his Marine coat for a second, and making certain to pull it straight, ensuring that the emblem presented itself dead centre. If you were going to tell him to be immaculate when he returned, you damn well weren’t sending him away if he was anything less! "You tell those other girls..." You laughed, unable to finish the joke. "Tell them what?" "They c- can't have—y-!” You kept laughing through it. “I can't even finish that thought." You grinned, putting it another way instead. "You're mine." He shook his head at you. "Always was." Before bowing low, "Until next time, Y/N." Bogard left you with a smile, and with that, began walking a few feet to the ship’s gangplank. You called after him, "I'm already looking forward to that letter!" He nearly laughed.
Upon boarding, Helmeppo and Coby still hadn't got over the scene. Staring at him almost in awe - definitely with a million questions for the man helping to train them. It took just one look, a single stare to swear both of them to eternal silence. Maybe they would get their answers one day. Maybe he would want to talk about it. Right now, Bogard wasn't sure. He did know he considered it private, no matter how passionate and public his goodbye was to you.
You stood back, listened to him shouting commands to get the ship running with a smile on your face. Just like that he was in his element again. He was working now. He was the second in command to a Vice Admiral. 'That's my man.' For a moment, you wondered if you should have asked. You’d still never had a concrete conversation around being officially together again. You supposed it was as unsaid as the exclusivity. The illusion that you would both still be single; until the time you met again. But what was more official than 'Always was.'?
Whatever you were, you were content.
As the ship pushed away from the dock, Bogard appeared at the starboard side railing, offering a hand up gesture as a wave goodbye. You waved back enthusiastically. Glad to see him one last time before he sailed into the sunset. And here you would be the next time he was able to visit you. Because you would wait for him. And maybe one day, you’d give in to him. Or he would settle down with you.
Whoever’s will won out in the end, right now you knew one thing for sure. You didn't care if it meant you were together.
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Two swordsmen down one to go! 🖤💚💛
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kunichuuzai + "where have you been?" <3
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"Where have you been?"
"Answer your phone, asshole."
Kunikida blinks at his partners, who got right up in his face the moment he stepped foot through the door. He hasn't even cleared the entryway, much less taken his shoes off.
"I was running some errands."
"And you couldn't answer your phone?" Chuuya says, and Kunikida can hear the panic easing its way out of his voice.
"And your schedule said you were coming straight home for dinner," Dazai says, a mask of nonchalance on their face. Kunikida isn't fooled by it anymore. "It's very unlike you."
Behind his back, Kunikida grips the bouquet of flowers and the bag with crab and Chuuya's horribly expensive wine in it. "Why the hell were you looking at my schedule?"
"'cause they're a piece of shit," Chuuya answers. Dazai pouts, loudly. "Shut the fuck up, Osamu. Doppo--"
"Ah, sorry," Kunikida can see it now. Two people riddled in scars, with ghosts over their shoulders, with nothing solid to stand on since the moment they could stand at all. He sees it now, the trembling fear that they both push down and away like poison.
He sees the ways in which that fear crushes their hearts.
"I just wanted to surprise you," Kunikida says, but he places the flowers and bag on the group. He wraps them both in his arms, pressing featherlight kisses to their hairlines. "I'm sorry for causing unnecessary worry."
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"I just don't understand why everything is so much all the time and why other people seem to be so much better at handling life."
"I just don't understand why everything is so much all the time and why other people seem to be so much better at handling life."
"Reid...why don't you close the door behind you," says Gideon, motioning to a chair for Spencer to sit down, which he does. "Now...where is this coming from?"
Spencer sighs. "I've been at the BAU for a month now and...I guess it just isn't exactly what I expected. Or maybe I'm not what I expected. I just thought I would be able to handle things better, and I can't, and I feel like I'm decades behind everyone here despite only being a few years younger, and I don't understand why I feel so overwhelmed all the time, and I don't know how to fix it." He leans forward, head in his hands. "Did I make a mistake taking this job?" he asks, his voice muffled.
"No," Gideon says quickly. "No, you didn't make a mistake taking this job, Reid. It's hard for everyone at first, I promise you that. It's an adjustment. It takes time to adapt."
"I'm not adapting, though. I'm just...a mess."
"Spencer." Gideon crosses his arms across his chest. "When you joined this team, we made a decision together to keep your autism diagnosis out of your file to give you a better chance at normalcy. I'm wondering if that wasn't the wrong call."
"The wrong call?"
Gideon nods. "Maybe we should tell Hotch so we can get you some accommodations. Maybe that would help make things a little bit more manageable for you."
"You think I'm struggling because of my autism?" Spencer frowns.
"Aren't you?"
Spencer slumps down in his chair and looks away.
"Yeah," he grumbles. "I guess so. Maybe. Probably."
"There's nothing wrong with needing accommodations, Spencer."
"Then why did you want to keep this quiet in the first place?"
"Honestly," says Gideon, "I don't think I really understood what you were dealing with, before. After observing you every day for a month, I think I have a better idea now. And I regret the path we chose to take."
"The team will start treating me differently."
"They don't have to know," Gideon promises. "We'll just tell Hotch, okay?"
Spencer thinks about it for a long time, but eventually, reluctantly, nods. "Okay," he agrees. "We can tell Hotch."
"This is going to be good for you, Reid. I promise."
And it is.
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