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thea

@nameonehero.bsky.social did:plc:f5r4nx5wnuzsapf2nku2rxns

27 | she/her | mostly cod. https://archiveofourown.org/users/nameonehero/works

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thea (@nameonehero.bsky.social) ist seit 27 Januar 2025 auf Bluesky. Das Konto hat 60 Follower, folgt 58 Konten und hat 1.210 Posts veröffentlicht.

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  • Beakey@beaksey.bsky.social

    A fleeting thought and then— MacTavish brings the fabric to his face, inhaling the scent of Riley. He can smell remnants of his own musk, deodorant, sweat... but the rest, the rest is Riley. He smells like sleep with hints of toothpaste, bergamot and tea. MacTavish never fell asleep faster.

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  • Beakey@beaksey.bsky.social

    Back in his own room, laying in his bed, MacTavish thinks about Riley. About the way his eyes looked bleary and sad these past days. About the quiet "didn't sleep" he'd grumble in the morning. He holds the returned shirt in his hands, shrunched up into a ball.

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  • Beakey@beaksey.bsky.social

    He looks like it's the one thing tethering him to this plane of existence. His hands—large with slim fingers, scarred, gentle, competent—are clutching at the fabric like a lifeline. It's a brain-altering experience, seeing the deadliest man he knows of... like this. Vulnerable.

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  • Beakey@beaksey.bsky.social

    It's an old shirt. One that still has his old rank. And a few hours ago, it was drenched in his sweat, sticking uncomfortably to his back as he lifted weights and ran his sprints. He's pretty sure he wiped his face into it at some point. But Riley looks like he *needed* the shirt.

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  • Beakey@beaksey.bsky.social

    But as he knocks on Riley's door at nine in the evening, opening it after there's no answer... his breath hitches. A wave of panic washes over his shoulders because... fuck... Riley lays in his bed, fast asleep, face practically buried in the fabric of a shirt that unmistakably belongs to MacTavish.

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