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Stalker Confessions - Brian Moser

in which - Brian has been sending you gifts anonymously, he’s done and he wants to make you his.

Over the weeks gifts has been delivered to you ..by who? You wish you fucking knew. These gifts made a lot of people at the precinct question about if you had either a loving new man in your life or an obsessive stalker.

The rain poured in heavy sheets outside, drumming against the windows as you stood at the sink,

absentmindedly washing dishes. The storm was relentless, but the steady rhythm was almost soothing-until a sudden knock at the door made you jump.

As you pulled the door open, a tall, familiar figure stood before you. Brian Moser.

“Brian?” you blinked in surprise. “What are you—”

“I think we need to talk.” His voice was calm, but there was something underneath it. Something dark.

A shiver ran down your spine, though you weren’t sure if it was from the storm or the way he was looking at you.

“…About what?”

His lips twitched slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he stepped forward. You didn’t move—couldn’t move—as he slowly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small envelope.

He handed it to you.

With hesitant fingers, you opened it, revealing a familiar handwritten note.

“Love from, yours.”

Your breath caught. It was the same message from all those gifts—the flowers, the sweets, the anonymous love letters.

Realization crashed over you like a wave.

“It was you,” you whispered, your fingers tightening around the paper.

Brian took another step inside, the door still open behind him, rainwater dripping onto the floor. “Disappointed?” His voice was smooth, teasing.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “Why?”

His head tilted slightly, studying you. “Because you belong to me.”

The air between you crackled with something electric, something dangerous.

“You’ve been watching me,” you murmured, not accusing—just knowing.

Brian nodded, unapologetic. “I know everything about you.” He reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “I know how you like your coffee. I know the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking too hard.” His voice dropped lower. “I know how beautiful you look when you sleep.”

Your breath hitched. You should have been scared. Maybe you were. But there was something else, too—something intoxicating about the way he was looking at you.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, though you didn’t pull away.

Brian smirked. “Maybe.”

Then, before you could say another word, his lips crashed against yours. It was sudden, consuming, his hands gripping your waist as he backed you against the wall.

You gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss. His hands were everywhere—possessive, demanding—as if he had waited too long for this moment.

And maybe… maybe you had, too.

The storm raged on outside, but inside, all you could feel was him.

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HeadLock - BRIAN MOSER/RUDY COOPER

in which - you find out about him.. the real him

The past few months had been a whirlwind—bodies piling up, the Ice Truck Killer always a step ahead, and long nights at Miami Metro trying to put the pieces together. Through it all, there was Rudy. Charming, intelligent, and the one person who made you forget about the horrors of your job.

His place had always been a sanctuary for you. Well, almost. There was one part of the house—one door—that remained locked no matter how many nights you spent tangled in his sheets. You never questioned it. Maybe you should have.

You lay on Rudy’s couch, stretched out, your head resting on his lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair. The TV was on, but neither of you were really paying attention. You had been talking about work, about the case, about the Ice Truck Killer—until Rudy had smoothly steered the conversation away. He always did that.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” he asked, his voice low, thoughtful.

You turned your head slightly to look up at him. “Of what?”

“The bodies. The investigations. Living in death all the time.” His fingers traced slow circles against your scalp. “Doesn’t it ever feel… suffocating?”

You exhaled, thinking about it. “Sometimes,” you admitted. “But I like what I do. It feels like… balance. Justice.”

Rudy hummed, his fingers stilling for just a second before continuing. “Justice,” he echoed, almost amused. “And what if justice isn’t always so black and white?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He smiled down at you, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. “Just a thought,” he said lightly. “Some people are beyond saving. Some people deserve what’s coming to them.”

You let out a short laugh. “Okay, Dexter,” you teased.

His smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew.

“You spend too much time around him,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You shrugged. “He’s my friend.”

“Mm.” Rudy leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I don’t like sharing.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Oh, please. You’re acting like you’re some possessive psycho.”

His lips twitched at that. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your stomach fluttered at his tone, at the way he looked at you—like he already knew.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shifting so you were facing him fully. “What’s with all the dark questions tonight?”

Rudy shrugged. “Just trying to understand you.”

“You already do.”

“Do I?” He traced his thumb along your bottom lip, gaze locked onto yours. “I wonder what you’d do if I wasn’t who you thought I was.”

You arched a brow. “Like if you were secretly a criminal mastermind?”

Rudy chuckled. “Something like that.”

You smirked. “I’d probably be too blinded by how much I like you to notice.”

His expression didn’t change. He just studied you, as if testing how much truth was in your words.

“Good to know,” he murmured.

A comfortable silence settled between you before Rudy’s fingers trailed down your arm, his touch light, teasing. “Stay the night?”

“You know I will.”

He smiled at that. But behind it, there was something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

And you were too in love with him to see it.

As you fade in his touch and exhaustion gets the best of you. You wake up an hour later.. it was quiet and you were no longer on rudy. You tilt your head and you look around the house and see the door slightly ajar. Curiosity pushed you forward, your bare feet silent against the cold floor. The moment you peeked inside, your breath hitched.

Rudy stood over a table, his hands slick with blood, a severed leg gripped tightly in his grasp. His expression was eerily calm, methodical, as he worked. The air smelled of iron and something deeper—something rotten.

Your body stiffened, your pulse pounding in your ears as you tried to step back without making a sound. But then—

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice cold, detached.

Your stomach dropped. His eyes met yours, calculating, and then—movement.

You turned to run, but he was faster. Strong arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you back into a headlock. Panic should have set in. You should have screamed, fought—but you didn’t.

You loved him. Too much. Enough to blind yourself to the reality of what he was.

As his grip tightened, your breath hitched for a different reason. It was wrong, it was dangerous—but the way he held you, the control, the power—it ignited something dark inside you.

His breath was steady against your ear. “You’re not fighting,” he murmured, almost amused.

Because you trusted him. Even now.

And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

a/n - i know it isn’t as good but i can’t find any fics anymore 💔 so i had to do them myself