Mike and Isaac
Tag: mike dodds
Love rainy days
“You remade the bed?” You arched a questioning eyebrow at Mike as he stood by your bed and fluffed the pillows.
“Yeah. We had so much fun messing it up the first time, I thought we could do it again. Plus its supposed to rain all day so…” He shrugged his shoulders, giving you a salacious grin.
“You have the best ideas, Mikey.” You giggled as you tackled him to the bed.
you ever realize how much better life is when you just. fucking ignore canon? toss canon out the window? grind canon into dust under your heel? repeatedly punch canon in the face with one hand while writing a 50k fix-it fic with the other? pure bliss
Kick canon ass.
Helping hand
“Okay guys eat up then you can watch cartoons.” You instructed Isaac and Cora. They had been up before the sun rose. Mike didn’t get called in last night by some miracle so you were letting him sleep in, a rare treat.
Only 7AM, going to be a long Saturday. Just as you took a sip of coffee the doorbell rang. “Who in the world could that be?” You said more to yourself than the kids. “Eat. I’ll be right back.”
When you looked through the peephole your mouth dropped open. You swung the door open. “Matt. What are you doing here?” He was holding a baby. Which raised even more questions
“Can I come in please?” Matt looked at you with the same green eyes as Mike. He looked scared, on edge and disheveled.
“Uh, yeah. Sure- sure.” Opening the door wider you gestured them in. As you lead him into the living room, you tried to remember the last time you saw Matt. Before Cora was born for sure. You sat down in a chair across from Matt.
“So. I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me about now,” Matt said sheepishly.
Isaac and Cora came into the living area upon hearing the new voice. “Who’s that?” Isaac asked. Cora climbed into your lap and gave Matt a shy smile.
“This is Matt. Daddy’s brother.” You informed both kids. “Isaac you were really little when you met him.”
“Wow. He’s gotten big, Y/N. And I’ve never met …”
“Cora. Her name is Cora.” You sighed as he fidgeted with the baby blanket. “Matt.” His eyes came up to meet yours. “What’s going on? You have a baby. We haven’t seen you in over two years.”
Matt told you once he felt more comfortable talking to you than he did Mike or his Dad especially. You did your best to help him. Once even clearing out your savings to pay for his rehab. Which Mike didn’t know about until after the fact.
He took a deep breath. “His name is Beckett. His mom took off right after he was born. I’m drowning here, Y/N. I need-we need somewhere to stay. Just for a little bit.”
“Not happening, Matt.” Mike’s deep voice startled you. You hadn’t heard him come in the room. Turning, you saw Mike’s jaw clench, his eyes narrowed at Matt. “Please tell me that is not your kid.”
“Daddy!” Cora jumped from your lap and ran to Mike, his face softened immediately. Mike scooped her up and kissed her cheek. “Wook a baby.”
“I see.” Mike turned his attention to you. “Can we talk in the kitchen please, Y/N.”
Mike turned on his heel and left the room before you could respond. “We’ll be right back Matt.” You nodded at him. “Isaac. C’mon, you need to finish breakfast.”
Mike was holding Cora giving her pieces of banana when you came into the kitchen. “The answer is no, Y/N. Before you even go there. He has taken advantage of us one too many times. He doesn’t come around unless he needs something. And where is the mother?”
“Micheal I know how he has been in the past but maybe he’s different. He looks sober and scared as hell. I can’t imagine being by myself with a newborn.” You put your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. Both of you knew that was almost a reality a couple years ago.
“All done Mama,” Isaac called to you. “I’m gonna go play.”
“Me go too.” Cora proclaimed.
“Alright. I’ll be up to check on you in a few minutes.” You responded back.
“I don’t know, Y/N. He has burned so many bridges.” He sighed. Mike loved his brother but it would take a lot to earn his trust. Mike looked into the living room. Matt was standing looking at the family pictures, bouncing his son gently. Mike put his arm around you and pulled to his side.
“Let’s sit down and talk to him. See if he has any type of plan. Lay down rules…”
Mike kissed your temple. “You have a big heart Y/F/N Dodds. Let’s go talk to him.”
“I’ll put on more coffee.”
What is next on your list of brilliant writing you plan to post?
Thank you! I will be putting out the next part of Never Leave later this evening. I am working on a lot of different things. I have Sonny, Peter, next part of Meeting Amaro and have another story line for Mike. Writer’s block has been my nemesis recently!
“You look like you could use a hug.” – stodds
Peter stared down aimlessly at the glass in his hand, his thoughts flitting from Pam calling out his name, to Sam Conway, so small, so scared, both people who needed him and he couldn’t help them. He could never seem to do enough. He would never be enough.
“Hey” said a familiar voice from behind him before sitting down next to him. Peter didn’t even bother to ask how he was found, it seemed like Carmen was employing everybody’s help to try and save him from his spiral and sometimes he just wanted to tell her to give up and leave him in the bottom of his glass. “You look like you could us a hug, or just to talk to someone”
“I’m fine” Peter said, without looking up, knowing that after just a look in his eyes his oldest friend would be able to know just how far from the truth that was.
It turned out Mike didn’t even need that look. “Don’t lie to me, Peter. Maybe to the rest of the squad, but not to me, you don’t have to lie to me.”
Last Supper
Better to have loved…
//And here’s something no one asked for! Alternate to my Doddverse ending of Heartfelt Passages.//
The definition of tragedy according to Merriam-Webster: noun –an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe.
synonyms: disaster, calamity, catastrophe, cataclysm, misfortune, mishap, blow, trial, tribulation, affliction, adversity
Isaac and Cora giggled as you pushed them on the swings. Issac looked so much like Michael. Mike would always live on in Isaac’s eyes, and Cora’s smile. You smiled when you thought about him now. Not that losing Mike hurt any less than it did the day you lost him, it was just…different now.
For months after Mike died, you let the pain, resentment, blame and anger fuel you. You were mad at everyone. It was strange. Munson was the one you were least angry, even though he was the one who really took Mike from you and the kids. He never went to trial, just plead guilty. Avoided the death penalty, locked away for the rest of his life.
Olivia took the brunt of your anger and blame. She left Mike alone in the house with Munson. Took away your husband and children’s father. You blamed William for getting Mike the job. Damn him and his ambitious plan. You had even been mad at Mike. Which of course was ridiculous. It wasn’t like he planned on getting shot.
The townhouse you and Mike were just making a home, you never returned. All of Mike’s belongs were packed up and put in storage, except for pictures and a few of his shirts. William and Anne insisted you stay with them and you did gladly. The thought of being alone scared you.
You cried every night when the house was quiet. Isaac asked every night if Daddy was coming home. William was angry and withdrawn. Cora had colic. You lost weight, hardly slept and alienated all your friends. You were on autopilot. Surviving, but just. Those were the dark days.
On what would have been your second anniversary, you took out your wedding album. Mike had looked so handsome. Some many happy faces. The two of you thought you had years left together. Isaac sat beside you on the bed and looked through the pictures. He asked you “Where’s me?”
You grinned. “Right there. In Mommy’s belly.”
Slowly you came out of your depression. Family, friends, a good grief counselor, and medications helped. You and Olivia mended your relationship. Eventually, you and the kids got your own place, you got a job at a local hospital and things were returning to normal.
You had even gone on a few dates, a couple one night stands. And you were fine with that. You weren’t looking for a serious relationship, just someone to get tangled up with between the sheets. You knew you could never love anyone like you loved Mike.
As you were getting coffee one morning you heard a male say your name and touch your shoulder. “Y/N? Y/N Dodds?”
can you write something with mike and the reader being drunk and giggly and fooling around a little?
Looking up from your spot on the couch, Mike was holding up a bottle of wine. He gave you a wry smile. “Go ahead. Ask me. Ask me if I passed the NYPD lieutenant exam.“
“I knew it! I told you!” You popped up from the couch, stepped on the coffee table and into his arms. “You are amazing, Michael! I am so proud of you!“
He sat you on your feet but not before you pressed a kiss to his perfect lips. “What do you say we crack this baby open and celebrate.”
“Absolutely. I’ll get a couple glasses.” Mike followed you into the kitchen. “You just missed your Dad and Anne. They picked the kids up for a sleepover.”
“So, we have the whole place to ourselves?” Mike took the wine glasses from you and grinned. “Oh, the possibilities.”
“Yeah. Like eating dinner before it gets cold, peeing by myself, not having a foot in my face or being pushed off the bed, and sleeping in,” you said dreamily.
Mike laughed. “Great minds think alike.” You sat the wine glasses down on the counter. Mike popped the cork on the wine and poured a glass for each of you.
Halfway through the second bottle of wine, you were feeling pretty neat. Half empty takeout boxes were scattered around the table.
Mike had a half drunk smile on his face. “You’s so pretty, Y/N. How’d I land you?”
You giggled. “If I ‘member ya knocked me up.”
Michael laughed. “Oh yeah. I like you knocked up.” He waggled his eyebrows. “God, you are so-”
“Sexy,” you said completing his sentence. You dove at Mike, forcing him to the couch. Your lips crashed into his.
Mike picked you up to lay you back on the but lost his footing. The two of you tumbled to the floor, with you landing on him. Mike started laughing. “Are you okay babydoll?”
“I-I’m good,” you replied while still giggling. “I can’t believe you freaking dropped me!” Rolling off his chest to the floor your grabbed your stomach and continued laughing.
“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. Not since my dad caught us in the car. Member that?” Mike’s eyes sparkled.
“How can I forget that? It was horrifying! I couldn’t look your dad in the eye for months.” You pushed yourself up on your elbow to look at Mike. “What about the time you were on the news in your boxer briefs.”
“Oh God they still rag me at the station for that,” Mike reminded you. “I mean it Y/N. You are so beautiful. I love you. His hand ran along your jaw to your neck. “Let’s get off the floor and into the bedroom.”
“Hmmm…just don’t carry me,” you said teasingly.
Find My Way Home
Surprise! But just because Mike’s alive doesn’t mean he’s coming home…
As always, many thanks to @carisiismyhomeboy for her help.
Mike opened his eyes, feeling a bit groggy. But then, a bullet to the gut and generous amounts of anesthesia was enough to knock anyone on their ass. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he knew it was a damn miracle he was still alive.
“Glad to see you’re still with us”
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