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[storiesofsvu]

Sweet As Pie

Addison Montgomery x reader Warnings: minor language, minor mentions of alcohol, just all fluff. A wee lil drabble folks, covering the "autumn festival" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo!

Despite thoroughly enjoying her stint out in Los Angeles, Addison had to admit, she was glad to be back in Seattle. Sure, it rained a hell of a lot more, but honestly it rained in California too, and at least here she got to actually experience proper seasons. Her favourite of which was autumn, made even the more better by the fact that it also happened to be your favourite. It was an easy discovery, the two of you had gotten together during the winter, spending the spring falling in love and the summer on a lavish vacation split between New York and the Hamptons. It was on a walk late one night that you stepped on a crunchy orange leaf and let out a probably over dramatic gasp, thrilled at the first leaf of autumn. Once the two of you were back in Seattle you were all the rage in planning weekly date nights of every single autumn themed thing you could think of.

Addi spent weekends in the kitchen with you, peeling apples to make cider, pies and jams. You eagerly decorated the house for Halloween, mainly on the outside with a few things right in the entry way for the trick or treaters to see on Halloween night. You curled up on the couch every Friday with a new fall themed movie, cozy sweaters, warm blankets and mugs of spiked warm apple cider. You went through your yearly pumpkin phase, smiling warmly and filled with so much love when Addison would bring home every and each pumpkin flavoured treat she found.

One of your favourite things to do together each fall was the Harvest Festival at Pike Place Market.

You strolled through the market hand in hand, stopping in at nearly all the stalls, either picking things up or making a mental note to buy the bigger, heavier things on the way out. You sampled more than your fair share of treats and drinks, indulging in as many of the boozy options as you could, knowing you had the next day off. One of your personal favourite parts of the festival was the professional pumpkin carving contest, and they weren’t your run of the mill pumpkins, they were all giant, very oversized ones leading into a very dramatic contest. One that Addison couldn’t help but beam down at you at just how excited it made you and how into it you got, yelling and cheering the contestants on, taking bets on who was going to end up winning.

You enjoyed the live music, live art demos and even more before winding your way back through the marketplace. You’d barter with each other on what things you wanted to buy on the way out, Addison usually presenting the argument that two of the things you wanted were basically the exact same and you’d simply giggle, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before explaining how you thought they were different. Naturally, you’d always win, leaving the market with full bags and even fuller, happier hearts. On the walk home you’d pick up a few leaves here and there, only the prettiest ones that you deemed worthy of saving, pressing them between sheets of wax paper in the biggest books in the house later on.

Once home, Addison would press a gentle kiss to the side of your head, placing the bags down onto the kitchen island before darting away to change, bringing you back the coziest of sweaters. In the meantime you’d put away everything you’d bought, turning the stove on to heat up some beef and stout stew you’d picked up at the market. There were autumn apple bourbon fizz premade cocktails to pour out into your favourite glasses and freshly homemade pumpkin pie for dessert too. Addi surprised you with crispy yet still fluffy sourdough bread to server the stew in and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sudden sparkle in your eye at the thought.

After you’d served everything up she’d wrap a steady arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly as the two of you wandered back into the living room and settled on the couch. The television was turned on to Practical Magic and a small smile would break out on both of your cheeks as the rain began to patter against the windows. The day of the festival was always the most magical, somehow one of the most romantic days of your year together, and it always ended just as wonderful, with the two of you curled up on the couch with some incredible food, drinks, entertainment and most importantly, the person you fancied the most in the entire world.

You let out a happy hum, nuzzling into Addison’s shoulder and she smiled, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“You have a good day?”

“How could I not?” You turned your head to look up at her, “I mean, every day with you is already the perfect day. This one just had the added bonus of autumn stuff.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“You’re sweeter than pumpkin pie, you know that?”

“Only for you baby. Only for you.”

Yes, there truly was something incredibly tender about autumn in the Montgomery household, and you would forever and always be thankful that you got to spend the season and holidays together, because there was no place either of you would ever be.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Fandom: law and order svu

Square(s): Movie night (my bingo) and oral sex ( @thatesqcrush ‘s bingo)

“You’re not seriously picking the conjuring, amor! I’ve told you, I absolutely do not like horror movies!” Rafael gripped the popcorn bowl hard enough so his knuckles turned white.

It was your tradition of Saturday movie night, and it had been your time to pick the movie.

Seeing as it was October, you decided to watch one of your favorite horror movies, forgetting to factor in that your boyfriend was absolutely terrified.

“Could—could you at least try watching it? If you don’t want to we’ll turn it off and pick something else—“

He groaned, setting the bowl down, “you owe me when I have nightmares and can’t sleep, amor.”

Throwing your arms around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss, “anything you want and it’s yours.”

Not even 30 minutes in and he seems ready to throw in the towel. To be honest you were surprised I lasted this long. Not to mention it had been several times you had to remind him to breathe.

You cuddled up closer to him, rubbing up and down his chest to try and make him calm down. But you could feel how he was shaking.

Letting your hand slip down to the waistband of his sweats, you turned to watch his face for his reaction when you wrapped your hand around his cock.

“Amor—“ he said warningly.

“Watch the movie Rafa, I’m gonna help you calm down.”

A ragged breath escapes his lips as you start rubbing him slowly.

Still he was shaking. “You’re gonna watch the movie. And I’ll help you calm down. How does that sound?”

He could only nod, feeling conflicted. On one side he was scared senseless. On the other hand he was extremely turned on by how you rubbed him.

Sliding down on the floor you got between his legs and pulled his sweats off.

You licked your lips, always loving how he looked.

Licking up his shaft you kept your eyes on his face, he was trying so hard not to break. And he was doing well. I’ll make sure to reward him for this later.

The sounds that came from him were enough to make you wet, and you wished you’d brought out one of your toys to help take care of you while you sucked him off.

Finally you wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him all the way down a few times before setting a tempo.

Rafael’s hands came into your hair for anchor, but never forcing you down.

“Fuck, amor—just like that—“. He was panting, struggling to keep focus.

Scratching his thighs as you bobbed on him made him moan loudly, but it was how you massaged his balls that got the loudest sounds from him.

He let out a series of curse words and praise in a hot mix that had your mind spinning. Rafael was definitely close, you could tell.

It was even more evident when he tries to pull you off him. He’d never finished in your mouth before, and it seemed he was trying to not do it now as well.

Letting him pull you off him, you kept rubbing him while you leant up to kiss him.

“Let me taste you, Rafa. I want to know what you taste like.” He groaned at that, kissing you again.

“Are you sure?”

“I can take it.”

“Okay—.”

You kisses him once more, then went back to sucking him.

However now your movements were faster, and you toyed more with his balls to get him faster over the edge.

With a strangled cry he came down your throat.

Sucking him clean you then pulled off him to show how good you’d been.

“Fuck, amor, that was—that was amazing!” Rafael was out of breath, pulling you up to kiss him.

“Taste so good, Rafa.”

He groaned once more, pulling you onto his lap, “little temptress! I should reward you for this.”

“Please—“

Grabbing the remote, Rafael turned off the tv and made you stand.

“Gonna ruin you tonight.” The smirk on his lips told you that you were in for a treat, and you were not complaining as he dragged you to your shared bedroom.

———

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[thatesqcrush]

The Nanny,Green is the Color

Bryan Kneef x Reader. For two bingos: wethotsummerbingo (ice cubes) and trick or treat bingo (“Can you warm me up? I’m cold.”). Bingos hosted by: @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty as well as @adarafaelbarba respectively.

Rating: NSFW for mature themes (jealousy, implied smut, angst) & language.

AN: This takes place between ch.2 & ch.3. Chapter 2.5 if you will. Bonus points if you get the title reference (but I fear I might just be too old for y’all 😂)

It wouldn’t be remiss to say that some interactions in the months after your hookup with Bryan, were awkward. After all, while he did say he wasn’t going to sleep with you again, he never said he would be a priest. In reality, a bevy of people rotated in and out of his bedroom door as if it were a revolving door. And despite your promise to remain unfeeling with another, there always was an elephant in the room. And with every new paramour, jealousy reared its ugly head.

You woke up in the middle of the night and you found yourself unable to return to sleep. You shuffled down the hall and as you passed Bryan’s door, you clearly heard sounds of two people fucking. You felt yourself flush, catching something that was not meant for your ears and swallowed the bit of acid that creeped up your throat. You were also relieved that the children were away with Connie.

You made your way into the kitchen and quietly gathered what you needed to heat up some milk.

You were looking forward to having the weekend off - it was Bryan’s birthday and he was having an ‘80s themed soirée with an obscenely long guest list. Bryan said you were more than welcome to stay and enjoy yourself but you declined. Instead you were going to meet your friends and play tourist in your own city.

You were deep into scrolling on your phone when you heard someone enter. You looked up and it was Bryan’s guest. In nothing but his shirt.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize - are you his—“ his guests voice was slightly raised in alarm.

“The nanny,” you rushed out to clarify. “Live in. I was just making some warm milk, can’t sleep.”

The guest looked relieved and nodded. “I sure hope it wasn’t us keeping you up. I can be… loud.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up. “Nope, you’re good.”

The milk began to boil over and the milk hissed as it touched the burner, creating a brown ring.

You jumped up and rushed to turn the stove off. “Shit!” You removed the pot and grabbed a thick kitchen glove to remove the burner so you could clean the spill. You weren’t careful though and you burned yourself. You let out a stream of curses as you shook your finger in a futile attempt to cool the burn.

“Make sure to put your hand under some cold water,” Bryan’s guest commented. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” you gritted through clenched teeth. You made your way over to the sink and turned the water on, hissing as you stuck your hand in.

There was another set of footsteps and you heard Bryan’s rich voice. “What’s taking so lo—“

His voice faltered at the sight before him. His hookup gathering chocolate sauce and strawberries and his nanny in the kitchen.

Bryan gave you a once over. You looked adorable in the matching PJ set you wore even though your face appeared miserable. “What’s going on?”

“I burned myself,” you explained, your voice wavering as you took in Bryan’s appearance. “Was trying to heat up some milk but that isn’t happening anymore.”

Bryan was in nothing but a pair of boxers. His skin was still a bit sweaty from his earlier activities. You tried hard to not leer at his bare chest - the same chest you dug your nails in during your time with him and licked the salt of his skin off. You tried to focus your mind on the floor pattern and not the happy trail that had led to the best dicking down you ever had in your life.

Bryan frowned and then turned to his guest. “Why don’t you go back to bed, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Once you two were alone, Bryan took out a tray of ice cubes from his freezer and placed them in a ziploc bag, before handing it to you. “I’ll be back - stay put,” he quietly commanded. You nodded and decided to move to the breakfast bar to wait. You examined the burn - it wasn’t as bad as it could have been but it hurt like fuck.

Bryan returned with a first aid kit and opened it.

“I’m fine, really. Just go back to bed Mr. Kneef.” You removed the ice bag and moved to stand.

Bryan turned to you, his mouth in a tight line. “I’ve told you to call me Bryan.”

“The situation hardly called for anything less than formality.”

“And what situation would that be?” Bryan asked as he looked at your burn. You tried to ignore the feeling of his tender touch along your skin. Your stomach fluttered and you felt your heart pang.

“Well,” you began, pausing briefly to find your words. “You are entertaining someone with whom I don’t know and are engaging in… activities with them.”

Bryan grunted as he applied colloidal silver cream to your burn. He wrapped your finger in gauze and then taped it shut. “There you go.”

“Thanks Mr. Kn— Bryan.” You corrected yourself.

“You’re welcome.”

You both stood, staring at each other for what seemed like forever, but rather just mere seconds. Finally Bryan spoke.

“Goodnight, feel better.”

**

As you were off, you took the opportunity to sleep in. Instead of waking up to an alarm, you woke up to the beat of music playing loudly outside. You groaned as you stretched and then checked the window. Bryan had apparently hired catering and event staff and they were milling about. You shook your head and decided to shower and get ready for the day, instead of immediately heading to the kitchen for some coffee.

Post shower, you felt more refreshed and you headed to the kitchen for coffee. You raised your arms as you pushed past the throngs of staff. You heard a voice and it dawned on you that Bryan’s guest hadn’t left yet. Instead they were ordering people around while wearing a neon swimsuit.

Your eyes met and they offered an arched brow. As the coffee finished dripping into your travel mug, they called out to you.

“You’re not sticking around are you?”

You shook your head. “Nope, I’ll be out of the way soon enough.”

“Oh good, I was worried.”

Your brows furrowed and you frowned. Bryan walked into the kitchen, his sweats hanging dangerously off his hips. “How’s your burn?”

“I’m fine,” you replied curtly, before turning your attention to the other person in the room. “And I was just leaving.”

You were seething by the time you got to your car. You sat, staring at the wheel, replaying the interaction in your mind, with tears threatening to spill. You took a deep breath and a long exhalation as you started the engine.

There was a knock on your window and you looked to see Bryan. You rolled down the window.

“Can I talk to you?” Concern was etched on Bryan’s face.

“I’m sorry - did you need something before I left?”

Bryan placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky before facing you again. “I overheard the conversation. I’m sorry - that was uncalled for. You are of course more than welcome to stay. It’s your home too.”

“You don’t have to do this. There's really no point... It's all fine. I didn’t think they were the new Connie. But you may want to have a conversation with them and give them a heads up.”

“Did I do something to piss you off?”

“No, no. It’s all fine. Listen, I have to go. I’m late meeting the girls.”

A look of resignation flashed across Bryan’s face. “Have fun, be safe.”

You put your sunglasses on and flashed him a smile. “Happy birthday. Don’t wait up.”

**

That night when you arrived home, the last of the party revelers were just leaving. The house was a disaster. You toed an empty topo chico hard seltzer can as you walked through. You were aware that a clean up crew would arrive tomorrow and in a few short hours, the house would be spick and span.

Bryan was in the kitchen, in front of the fridge. When he poked his head outside of the door, he smiled. “You’re back!”

You swallowed hard as you gave him a once over. Your eyes trailed over his chest hair which was neatly trimmed and followed the vertical trail all the way down from his navel down to his short swim trunks which left nothing to the imagination. “And you’re drunk.”

Bryan snorted in response before closing the fridge. He wobbled in his footing and you grabbed him, holding him steady. “Whoa whoa there big fella. Maybe you should go to bed.”

Bryan’s breath reeked of booze. “Can you warm me up sweetheart? I’m cold.”

You let out an irritated sigh. “Even drunk, you can’t stop can you?”

**

You grunted as you helped your inebriated boss into his room. Limp loose limbs were dead weight. Once you got the door open, Bryan stumbled forward and then collapsed onto the bed face forward.

When you returned in hand with a bottle of water and a bottle of acetaminophen, Bryan had rolled onto his back. You placed the items on his dresser and turned on your heels to leave.

“Don’t go. Stay here.”

You turned back, Bryan was sitting up. He was clearly out of it. Against better judgment, you sat next to him on the bed. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“No, you need to rest and I have to go pick up the kids in the morning.”

“Then rest with me,” Bryan whined.

“Bryan, I…” you began, unsure of what to say.

Bryan scooted over, making space for you on. You sat next to him, enjoying the feel of the Pratesi sheets. Bryan basically snuggled up against your lap. Actually snuggled. You were done for.

You tried to settle your nerves as you stroked his hair and beard. Your plan was to leave the second he was really sound asleep. That too fell apart as you also fell asleep. The following morning, you woke up to being spooned by Bryan.

You tried to move, but found his arm holding you in place. As you wiggled out of the embrace, you could feel his erection pressing against the small of your back. You bit your lip to suppress a small moan - you knew how wonderful his cock was. You carefully moved his arm and crept out of bed, slowly and judiciously, so as to not disturb him.

You looked back once more towards the bed; once you were confident Bryan was still asleep, you made your way out into the hall and shut the door with a quiet click.

It was when you climbed back into your own bed that you admitted how jealous you were. And you wanted more with Bryan.

Bryan was clear - it wasn’t going to happen again.

You could only hope that maybe, perhaps, there stood a chance of him being wrong.

FIN.

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[plaidbooks]

Homegrown chapter 4

A/N: The next few chapters are going to be just snippets of life at Sept Tours. So, enjoy these little looks into Lyra and Gallowglass coming together.

This also covers the “Can you warm me up? I’m cold” square in @adarafaelbarba bingo!

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Words: 901

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @adowbaldwin

Summer was ending quickly, which meant the nights were getting colder. It had been warm when Lyra left her cottage, so she never thought to pack any warm clothing—she figured she’d talk to Diana then head home. But there had been no sign of her return, and Lyra’s sundresses and overalls did little to keep her warm.

The first frozen night, Lyra found herself shivering in her room. She remembered the massive fireplace that was in one of the main setting rooms within Sept Tours, and she climbed out of bed. Even the evening gown that Marthe had given her—soft, off-white, and billowy—didn’t block out the cool evening air.

She made her way to the room with the fireplace, arms wrapped around herself, only to find it sitting empty. No logs, no fire—just a cold, empty space.

“Lyra?”

She jumped, turning to look at the couch; she had been so focused on the fireplace that she didn’t even notice Gallowglass sitting there. His brow was furrowed as he looked at her, and she shivered under his cold gaze.

“C—can you warm me up-p-p? I’m co-co-cold,” she asked, teeth chattering.

As a vampire, Gallowglass had never had someone ask him to warm them before—usually the opposite. Nevertheless, he was off the couch in a moment. By the time Lyra waddled over to the couch, he was back, a heavy jacket, fuzzy blanket, and soft slippers in his hands.

He held the jacket open so she could slide it on, then wrapped her in the blanket. While she slipped her feet into the slippers, Gallowglass knelt by the fireplace. He put a few logs of wood inside, then lit it. The kindling caught quickly, and soon enough, a fire was blazing in the fireplace.

Gallowglass sat back on the couch by Lyra, but he knew his body was cold, so he kept space between them. “How’s that?” he asked softly.

The warmth was already seeping into her, and she snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Better.”

They sat in silence for a moment, just basking in the warmth entering the room, until Gallowglass’s back pocket pinged. He pulled out a little black rectangle and tapped it with his thumbs.

“What’s that?” Lyra asked from within the depths of fabric.

Gallowglass glanced from his rectangle to her eyes. “It’s a cell phone…I guess that means nothing to ya, huh?” When Lyra shook her head, he continued. “It’s a way to communicate instantly with anyone around the world. You could also use it to look up information, pictures, videos—”

“Is this some sort of witch’s tool? It sounds magical,” she breathed, eyes latched to the phone.

Gallowglass chuckled. “I think this is a daemon creation, actually, but almost everyone—creatures and humans alike—have one.”

“Wow.”

He motioned with his head. “Come here, I want to show ya something.”

Lyra squirmed her way over to him, leaning fully against his side. He touched the rectangle, and a plain blue background with the time showed up.

Gallowglass unlocked his phone, pulling up the internet and going to google images. He typed in “ocean,” then tilted the screen towards Lyra. She audibly gasped when she could see the pictures, her eyes widening. He scrolled through a few pictures, then changed to videos.

He found a 10 hour, calming beach noises video, complete with waves crashing on the beach, and clicked it. He handed the phone to Lyra, who held it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Her eyes were glued to the screen, unblinking, and he smiled at her childlike wonder.

“Don’t forget to blink…or breathe,” he chuckled, and she took a shuddering breath.

“It’s…beautiful….”

“It really is. Maybe one day, you can see it for real, touch the water with your hand and feel the sand underneath your feet.”

Finally, she ripped her eyes from the phone, looking at him. “I want to, Eric, so badly. Would you show it to me?”

His heart thudded in his chest. She was so sincere, wanting to experience that with him of all people. How could he ever say no?... As if he wanted to.

“If we figure all this stuff out with Diana and the Congregation, then I’ll happily take ya to the ocean. Hell, I’ll take ya out on one of my boats, let ya be surrounded by the ocean, as far as the eye can see,” he promised.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly in thanks. Then she settled against him, looking at the phone. “Can we see forests? Or flowers?” she asked innocently.

But Gallowglass was frozen, head fuzzy. He could feel where her lips had touched his cheek, could feel the heat of her body against his. His throat constricted and expanded, words dying on his tongue before he could voice them.

“Eric? Are you okay?” Lyra asked, but she sounded so far away. “Eric?”

Finally, her voice calling his name broke through to him, and he started. “I’m sorry, did ya say something?”

“Oh, I was wondering if we could look at plants on your cell phone?”

“Right, yeah, sorry. Anything in particular?”

They spent hours there, scouring the internet for anything Lyra asked for. And if she didn’t fall asleep against him, he was sure they’d be up all night. But he found himself not minding that at all.

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[butternuggets-blog]

Prompt: Did You Hear That?

Entry for Adarafaelbarba’s Trick or Treat Bingo

Heavily inspired by @minim236 ‘s post

Scary/Minor Gore

Day One

‘Did you hear that?!’ Lucius sat bolt upright in his bedroll, gladius in hand, as he glanced about. Felix sat up as well, crusty-eyed and messy-haired. The rest of the squad snored on around them.

‘I don’t hear anything'

Felix tugged at the back of Lucius' tunic but the older boy shook him off.

'Come rest. I need my sleep.'

‘I’m not stopping you’ Lucius snapped. They froze suddenly as a low, thin sound blew past them.

‘It’s the wind making the trees creak’ Felix pointed between the now pale Lucius, and the forest encroaching on the edge of the tiny clearing.

The teenagers were lumped together in the middle of the encampment. A Roman encampment usually meant tents, but the foliage was such a tangled mess this deep into the woods that they were sleeping on their bedrolls in small piles.

They had been telling each other ghost stories before they went to bed. Lucius' nerves had been wound up more than he'd care to admit.

Felix grabbed the back of Lucius' tunic and pinned him back down into his bedroll with his arm.

‘Come. Sleep.’

‘...Fine’ Lucius grumbled, settling reluctantly back onto the ground, flinching as the whistling, moaning noises continued to echo through the clearing.

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Day Three

Lucius frowned down at his pack. He had emptied out everything into neat rows in the mud beside him, and he still hadn’t been able to find his spare set of greaves.

‘Has anyone seen my scarf?’ Vitus ambled up, wriggling a finger in one ear. He stopped next to Lucius. ‘Oh, are you looking for something too?’

‘My spare greaves. I have looked everywhere.’

‘Things have gone missing all over camp,’ Felix said. He ate the last of his broth, and wiped the bowl with a chunk of bread. He waved it towards Marianus, Albus, and Spurius.

‘Verus has charged them with guard duty over the armourery tonight. The things that have been taken are only small; tent pegs, sandals, several lengths of rope. But the commander is urging vigilance, in case weapons are taken.’

‘Who do they think has done this?’ Lucius sneered at Vitus’ question, and jabbed a finger towards the forest around them.

‘Those creatures that call this place home. Gauls playing tricks on us, no doubt.’

‘But there were no tracks...’

Every boy snapped his gaze towards Albus. The sudden intense scrutiny made him blush.

‘There...there were no tracks anywhere in camp. Not animal, nor human. As if no creature had walked among us.’

Lucius felt a shiver roll up his spine.

***

The rattling whistle of the wind was louder than it had been all week. Lucius tossed and turned, trying to keep his mind blank to trick himself into unconsciousness.

A particularly loud moan nearby made him shoot up from his bedroll, panicked. He glared nervously out into the darkness, watching the trees intently for a few moments, before he lay back down.

Lucius was just beginning to get comfortable when his eyes snapped open.

The trees hadn't been moving.

There was no wind.

________________________________________________________________

Day Six

Lucius woke up right as Verus was aiming a kick at his thigh.

'Up, boy. Time for you to take watch'

'Yes sir'

Verus lay down on Lucius' still-warm bedroll as he pulled his gladius free from its scabbard and stood to attention. The commander normally slept a ways off from the rest of the squad, but it was too dangerous for that now.

The moaning had stopped the night before, and the sudden change was doing Lucius's head in. He had been jumping at shadows more than was necessary, including accidently nearly drawing his sword on other people approaching him from behind that he hadn't known were there.

If he kept up this he was going to get himself accused of cowardice.

****

Everything was gone.

Lucius stared around him, slackjawed.

Everything was...gone.

He had awoken that morning to the camp in uproar. Every piece of equipment, every scrap of cloth, every tent and saddle and pack had vanished.

‘At least it left us our bedrolls. And food.’ Albus nudged an upturned cooking pot with the tip of one sandle. ‘And the cauldrons.’

Lucius swallowed drily.

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Day Seven

The mud sticking to the bottom of Lucius’ sandals had splattered half way up his thighs. His fringe was plastered across his eyes, and the river of sweat pouring down his face kept dripping under his collar, making his shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin.

‘Are we in the Underworld?’ Vitus gasped, as quietly as he could. The humidity had been rising steadily all day, and the forest had seemingly trapped the worst of it around them just as the night rolled in.

Lucius was fairly certain he was eating, rather than breathing, the air.

‘Pluto’s throne room would be cooler than this’ Spurius wheezed. He was at the edge of the squad formation, and kept having to stop every third step to haul Marianus and Albus forward out of the mire.

‘Eyes forward, stop talking’ Lucius choked out. He was at the front, leading the squad in a loose circular patrol around the camp. He shoved a low branch out of the way, and leant wearily against the trunk of the tree, catching his breath for a moment, waiting for the others to catch up.

A thin gust of wind stroked his face teasingly and he closed his eyes.

‘What is that?’

Lucius’ eyes snapped open.

Albus was pointing at something up ahead. Lucius squinted through the darkness; there was a large...thing...gently swaying in the sudden breeze, hanging down from the canopy above.

Lucius snuck closer.

It was armour.

Lucius shivered apprehensively.

The armour was strung up with rope, the thick cord providing a skeleton for the bodiless clothes. The end of the rope disappeared into the lightless canopy.

'Touch it!'

Lucius jumped, startled. Spurius slapped Albus.

'Do not touch it!'

'The rope looks like a noose' Felix squeaked.

Lucius took a deep breath to steady himself, drew his blade, and poked the leather breastplate with the tip of the gladius.

Nothing happened.

Lucius snorted and shoved his sword back into its scabbard, feeling angry with himself.

'There. Now, move-'

CLANK

Lucius spun on his heel in time to see the armour fly up the tree and out of sight. He clawed for his sword as he stumbled back to join the others; the boys pressed together, back to back, wild-eyed and shivering with shock.

'Who's there?' Lucius barked. 'Show yourself!'

In the tense pause they heard distant shouts erupt from across the camp. Felix cocked his head and listened intently.

'I think they have found more...bodies'

The squad pressed even closer together, swords raised high, breathing heavily.

Then all hell broke loose.

Blood and viscera rained down from above, splattering across their horrified faces. Thick ropes, knotted and tangled in a net spread wide across the entire clearing, shot out from the canopy; strung from it, dangling in a bizarre tableau, was every single piece of missing equipment.

Clothes and armour fought each other with spears and swords tied to empty, limbless sleeves. Tents torn to shreds and split-open packs were jumbled together in clumps or stuffed into tunics and breastplates to give certain mannequins extra realism.

Lucius turned white; Felix and Albus screamed, snapping him back to reality, right as Vitus, Spurius and Marianus fell down on top of each other as they attempted to flee.

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Phoebe was smiling with horrified fascination through her fingers.

‘What did you do after that?’

‘We left’ Baldwin chewed a handful of almonds absentmindedly.

‘Did you find out who did it?’

‘Not specifically. It was definately someone from one of the local villages- what?’

Phoebe was pointing next to Baldwin; he turned to face Martin, who looked like he was struggling to decide between laughing and feeling extremely guilty.

‘...oh you bastard-’

‘I’m sorry-ow! ow! stop hitting me!’

Phoebe broke down giggling as Baldwin thumped Martin repeatedly with a pillow.

‘I had nightmares for weeks! WEEKS! After that!’

‘I promise I’ll make it up to you’

‘EW!’ Phoebe squealed, blushing red.

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Sunshowers

Amelia Shepherd x reader Warnings: language, minor talk of medical stuff/death. Covers the "dancing in the rain" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo! My first lil Amelia fic!! Here's hoping for more in the future! this one's just a wee little one, but we'll get there!

You knew Amelia was having a bad day, it started shortly after you’d stopped in to join her for lunch, a regular occurrence during the week, you worked from home and it was just nice to see your girlfriend more often. Things were fine, she greeted you with a smile and a kiss, not quite bragging, but praising herself for the surgery she’d finished that morning. You did your best to understand the medical mumbo-jumbo, you were able to pick up enough from the time you’d been dating and the tiny knowledge you did have and congratulated her on the big win. It was only halfway through lunch when her pager went off and you watched the colour drain from her face before she quickly pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head and darted off. You shared a knowing look and mutual sigh with Meredith, finishing up lunch with her and Maggie before saying good bye to the team and making your way back home.

You tidied up around the house, did a little bit more work of your own and sent a couple of texts off to Amelia just in case whatever happened hadn’t kept her in the O.R. for hours. Just as you had decided to start on dinner you heard the crack of thunder, followed by a flash of light breaking through the sky, a pitter patter of droplets beginning to hit the kitchen window. Rain was no stranger to Seattle, and you were no stranger to it, honestly, you enjoyed the rain. If it was a big storm it was nice to watch from the comfort of a burrito blanket on the couch, if it was on a warmer day, one like today, it was fun to play in. Your lips curved up into a small smile, watching the storm pick up as you continued on with dinner, you weren’t sure when Amelia would be home, but you wanted to at least make sure she had food waiting for her when she did.

You’d just slid the pan into the oven, making sure the timer was set when you heard the door open and swing shut, the sound of Amelia letting out a heavy sigh echoing through the room. You wiped your hands on a towel before popping out of the kitchen into the hallway,

“Hey.” You greeted softly.

“Hey….” She replied with a small grumble, “looks like the weather’s reflecting my day.”

“Baby I’m sorry.” You stepped toward her, wrapping her in your arms and tightly hugging her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I just feel fucking stupid.” She mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt, “I should know better than to brag about successful surgeries before they’re out of the woods.”

“You’ve said it yourself before, sometimes things just come way outta left field, there’s no way to predict them.”

“I guess.” She sighed heavily, gently squeezing at your body, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a kiss to the side of her head, your gaze drifting out the front window at the sun sparkling through the crowds. The storm had let up a little bit, thunder and lightning no more, rain drops still steadily coming down and it sparked an idea as Amelia shifted to take off her shoes, “wait!” You pulled away from the hug, your hand trailing down her arm to interlock with hers, “leave ‘em on, c’mon.”

“Aren’t you in the middle of cooking?” She asked with a small laugh as you tugged her through the house and you knew you were already headed in the right direction.

“There’s a timer on it!”

You didn’t even bother to stop for your own shoes, opting to just dart out the back door into the yard, dragging Amelia behind you. She let out a shriek as rain drops began to hit her, attempting to shield herself with her arms and you tugged her to you, pulling her arms back down to her side.

“No hiding from it! C’mon Amelia, remember when playing in the rain used to be the most fun a kid ever had?” You raised a brow with a grin and she let out a little huff of a laugh, shaking her head at your antics but when you pulled her toward the middle of the yard and jumped in an obnoxiously large puddle she still joined you.

The laughter was infectious, as soon as one of you started, the other couldn’t stop, chasing each other through the yard as the rain continued to come down. Your prediction was right, Amelia’s terrible day was very quickly forgotten, large smile etched onto her cheeks as she watched you skip from puddle to puddle, efficiently soaking both of you. She pulled you to her, arms looping around your neck and kissing you gently, a happy hum echoing from your lips as she did so.

“Thank you.” She murmured and you smiled across at her, smoothing back her now very wet hair from her face.

“Anything for you.” You replied, stealing another kiss and the two of you began to sway together in an easily found rhythm.

The sun started to get brighter as the clouds cleared, beaming down on the two of you while you continued to dance and the rain began to actually let up. It finally slowed to a faint drizzle, the sun warming the air and you heard the timer go off from back in the kitchen and you let out a little sigh. Leaning in to kiss Amelia tenderly you stroked at her cheek before taking her hand once more.

“Dinner’s ready, guess we should get changed.”

“Probably a good idea.” She stole one last kiss before following you back into the house.

You quickly pulled the pan from the oven before darting off upstairs to change, tossing the wet clothes into the washing machine and pulling on a cozy sweater and leggings. You plated up dinner while Amelia warmed up a couple glasses of apple cider to help warm the two of you up and you curled up on the couch together to eat.

There was no surprise that there was a marathon of fall and Halloween movies on the tv, and you let that play through while you caught each other up on the week. Plates found their way to the coffee table once they were scaped clean, Amelia thanking you for dinner, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek. You assured her it was no issue, you loved getting to cook for her all the time, the easiest way to show your love for her. She felt a warmth trickle its way through her chest at you words, knowing just how incredibly lucky she was to have found you, to have been accepted into your life and into your love. She curled up against your chest with a happy sigh and there really was no other place she’d rather be. In your arms she felt safe, loved, happy and content, coming home to you made her forget all the bullshit and grief she had to deal with on a daily basis, because she was coming home to the love of her life who knew just exactly what she needed.

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Nobody's You

Past Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, angst, mentions of physical injury, hospitals and dizzy spells. Set in the universe where Heather is married with kids, yet still having affairs but this time there's actually feelings involved and that throws a wrench in things (ie; this aint classified affairs heather. she not toxic) it took a bit for me to figure this out, so it might have a couple of different like, "moods" to it, and i was originally gonna go with an extended ending but scrapped it so lmk if y'all want to know where i was going to take this originally or not... Covers the "fake blood" square of @adarafaelbarba s bingo! and a request from @alexusonfire happy fall!

Heather was used to late nights.

Late hours at work. Working through dinner. Late nights alone in a big empty house while the kids were off at sleepovers, while Rob himself was working late hours at the hospital.

Some nights she used the bit of extra freedom for playtime. Sometimes she grabbed a bottle of her favourite wine and curled up on the couch to unwind with whatever she could find on the television or lose herself in a good book of complete fiction with absolutely no politics or realism to it whatsoever. There of course were the nights where she brought her own work home, it spreading across one of the many kitchen islands or her home office as the sun sunk in the sky and the chill took over the air.

Tonight it had been a bit of a mixture of all of the above. She’d made it home in time after work to make dinner for the kids, catching up on their weeks together before Jordan asked to be excused, vanishing to the guest house for an endless video game binge. After helping clean up Becca asked if she could go to a Halloween party and spend the night at a friend’s and Heather nodded, sending her away with a smile.

She spent a bit of time tidying around the house, thankful that Jordan was almost exclusively in the guest house nowadays, most of the mess that accumulated was from him. A few dishes left in the sink, a quick pick up of the main living room, and she tossed a few things of Becca’s into a basket to be taken upstairs whenever she came home. Finally she made her way upstairs, showering before she changed into something more comfortable, grabbing a bottle of wine from the rack in the sitting room and settled onto the couch. It wasn’t long after that her phone pinged with a text from Rob saying he’d picked up overtime in the E.R, things getting a little hectic thanks to Halloween weekend and he wasn’t sure when he’d be home so she simply enjoyed her night.

She let out a soft sigh as a commercial break took over the tv for what felt like the millionth time in the past ten minutes, taking a hefty sip of wine. She was bored. And on a kid free, husband free night like tonight, there was no doubt she’d normally be picking up her phone to have a little fun elsewhere, but tonight, that wasn’t possible. Instead she let out a small groan, pushing off the couch and padding through the upper level to put the wine back, pouring out a double scotch before continuing her evening. With the help of something a little stronger she finally felt the relief of the last couple of weeks lifting off her shoulders and by the end of the episode she was relaxed and decided to start getting ready for bed. She sent a text off to Jordan, a reminder to turn the volume down and keep it down til noon tomorrow, one to Becca to call if she needed anything, and one to Rob to remind him she was okay if he decided to not drive sleep deprived and stay overnight in an on call room; she would have breakfast ready whenever he got home. She slowly moved through her skincare routine, taking a little me time as she did so before flicking the bedroom tv on to finish her episode.

About fifteen minutes into it her phone pinged, she barely glanced toward it, thinking it was just a warranted reply from someone in her family. The reminder ping went off when the show was on commercial break so she finally picked it up, surprised to find the message one from you.

‘Hey. So sorry to bother you, I’m just in desperate need of a ride home, do you think there’s any chance you could send a car for me?’

Heather let out a soft breath, swiping open the message to type a reply.

‘I don’t back out on my promises sweetheart. You need to get home safe, what bar are you at?’

She waited, watching the three little bubbles pop up and fade before they disappeared again and again as you tried to figure out where you were and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. You had to be pretty drunk if you couldn’t figure out where you were. Finally you got it, the bubble popping up with your reply.

‘900 23rd Street NW.’

Her brow furrowed as her breath caught in her throat, she knew that area and even if you had been out partying, you certainly weren’t at a bar any longer. Before she could figure out a response another bubble popped up.

‘Entrance 8.’

‘What the fuck are you doing in the emergency room?’

‘Don’t worry about it. They just won’t let me out of here without a ride, all the cab lines are busy and there’s a huge surcharge on Uber.’

‘I’ll be there in twenty.’

‘Thank you.’

She quickly gathered her things, putting in a call to her driver and prayed that they would be able to hurry. At first she’d been hoping you’d been with a friend who was admitted, doing the good deed of making sure they were okay before realizing you were trapped at the hospital with no way home. But your text said otherwise, and now she was worried. Thankfully traffic was light and she was able to get there in no time, pulling up to the entrance, her eyes darting between the people standing out front, trying to find you with no luck. She shot off a text to say the car was there and when her phone buzzed a moment later she glanced at it to not find a response from you, rather a text from Rob.

‘Hey. Just got home, are you hiding somewhere?’

‘No, sorry. A friend needed a ride and it sounded urgent enough I came along. Not sure how late I’ll be, I know you’re tired so don’t worry about waiting up.’

‘Alright. Stay safe.’

Heather felt the tiniest twinge in her stomach at Rob’s words, always making sure she was alright, knowing that if she had asked, he would immediately turn around and come help her. Then again, that’s why she’d made the call she did with you, you’d become more important than just a little plaything, that’s why she’d raced out tonight after all. She let out a huff, dropping back into the seat and looking out the tinted window again, searching for you with no avail once again. After a few more minutes she muttered something to her driver and slipped from the vehicle, making her way through the E.R to the nurses station. One of the ones she recognized glanced up as she approached, a small smile on her cheeks,

“Ms Dunbar, Rob just left.”

“I know.” She returned with a soft smile, “I’m actually here to pick up a friend. I figured she was discharged already but I may have been mistaken?” She gave your name and the nurse typed it into the computer, clicking through a few screens before she let out a little hum.

“She was on her way to be discharged when a dizzy spell hit and she fell. Looks like she should be good to go now though, she’s down in three twelve.” She nodded in the direction and Heather thanked her for the information, heading down the hallway, briefly knocking on the door frame before coming in.

You glanced up from your spot in the bed, pausing in the motion of tugging your sweater back on, your eyes widening when you saw Heather instead of the nurse entering the room. Panic surged through you, your heart beginning to hammer in your chest, you hadn’t seen her in weeks, since the day she’d called things off. The day she hurt you more than you thought she ever would be able to. It was the day you’d spent the last few weeks trying to forget, trying to distract yourself with anything other than the thought of her and the memories of your days and nights spent together.

“What’re you doing here?”

“You’re in the hospital, I wasn’t about to just send you a car.” She nearly laughed in response, crossing to the bed as she took you in. From your make-up-less face, your hair in a messy top knot, to your casual clothes it was clear you had not been out partying, she felt her stomach clench at the sight of your shirt, smeared with crimson, “please tell me that’s fake blood!”

“Uh..” your eyes darted down to your shirt, quickly pulling your sweater on all the way, wrapping it around you to cover the stain, “wish I could.”

“What happened?” She asked, her voice softening as she perched on the edge of the bed and you let out a weary sigh, your hands raising in a wordless gesture before dropping to your lap.

“I… figured I’d try to be festive, carve a pumpkin for the trick or treaters,” you shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of your sweater and gesturing to your left, bandaged arm. “Turns out knives are sharp…. And you… bleed a lot more when you’ve got alcohol in your system.”

“You’d don’t seem drunk?”

“I’m not. It was only a couple glasses of wine.” Your brow furrowed, looking up at her.

“The nurse said something about you falling?”

“Oh…” you ducked your gaze again, the defensiveness fading from you, turning into shame as you felt the tears threating their way into your eyes, “that…”

“Sweetheart…” her voice had that warning hardening to it when she spoke and you let out a sigh, daring to glance up at her.

“Guess I forgot to eat today.”

“You do realize how much pull I have in this hospital, right? I could have a feeding tube in here in minutes.”

Your eyes widened in realization at her words, letting out a small gasp, “oh god! Is he here? I told you I just needed the ride!”

“Turns out we just missed each other.”

“God…” you muttered, burying your face into your hands, “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I just didn’t know who else to call, all my friends are probably out partying. I knew you’d at least be able to send a car…”

“Why not go out with your friends? Seems to be better than carving pumpkins home alone.” She asked with nearly a tease and you let out a scoff.

“Didn’t want to be the one dragging the mood down. Things have kinda been crap recently.”

“I told you to try to get out of the house, go out with your friends, maybe meet some new people?”

“Yeah? Go out with my friends in a feeble attempt to distract myself only to come home to an empty house and a cold bed like always, how is that fair?” You snapped back, “when you’re the one who gets to go home to a loving husband while you pretend nothing else is going on.” When you looked up at her Heather could see the tears burning in your eyes, the frustration and anger pooling within them.

“It’s not.” She replied quietly after a moment, “and that’s one of the reasons I put a stop to us. It wasn’t fair to you or your feelings.”

“And to your husband?” You dared to raise a brow, watching the way Heather’s cheeks flushed briefly as she ducked her gaze before swallowing, looking back up to you.

“It wasn’t fair to him either. I guess I always told myself doing things like this was acceptable because there weren’t feelings involved. I never really thought things through before I started falling in love with you.”

“Don’t fucking say that.” You muttered.

“Is it not what you wanted to hear?”

“I wanted a ride home.” You sniffled, wiping away at a stray tear, “my plan for tonight was to finish the fucking pumpkin, drink a bottle of wine and delete your number from my phone so I wouldn’t be able to text you anymore. I swear I tried to move on, but nobody’s you.”

“You know we can’t pick this up again.” She replied in a whisper, feeling the ache deep in her gut.

“I can do whatever I want.” You reminded her, “it’s you that has restrictions, remember?” You wiped away another tear.

“It was never my intent to lead you on like that, I meant to stick to my own rules. I just got so caught up in it before I even realized.”—

“Stop it.” You snapped, “just fucking take me home.” Shoving back the blanket you stood, probably top quickly, the lightheaded-ness shooting through you once again. Heather thankfully, was faster on her feet, hands gently grasping your shoulders and placing you back on the bed, trying not to smirk at the pout on your lips when you looked back up at her with a glare.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I had a pizza pop for dinner at like, five last night.” You let out a sigh, “I slept through my alarm this morning, had coffee on the way to work, then worked through lunch to make up for being late. I had take out on the way when I sliced myself.”

“So this isn’t some kind of breakup depression effect?”

“No.” You glared at her, “that’s just the crying and the too much wine consumption. Would you stop attempting to lecture me like one of your kids and just take me home. I didn’t want to see you,” your voice started to crumble, “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“Sweetheart…” she couldn’t help it, her own emotions tearing up inside of her, her hand reaching out to stroke at your cheek.

“How am I supposed to get over you when you’re still in my life? How am I supposed to pretend like you’re a terrible person who did nothing but cause hurt when you’ll drop everything to come be my saviour?”

“If you had been drunk or out at some bar I would’ve just sent a car, but how am I supposed to ignore the fact that you’re in the hospital? I was worried.”

“God I wish it was easier to hate you.” You mumbled, letting out a shaky breath. Heather ignored your comment, instead squeezing at your shoulder,

“C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

With an arm half wrapped around you to make sure you weren’t going to black out on her, she managed to get you outside and into the car. As expected, the car ride was filled with an awkward silence, a piece of her aching with each sniffle or shaky sigh that escaped from you. Her hand slid across the seat between you and while you did first shift away, focussing your stare out the window, you didn’t shy away when her hand hit yours and she was able to curl your hand in hers, giving it a soft squeeze.

Arriving at your apartment she wasn’t surprised when you tried to shake her off, thanking her for the ride, grumbling when she insisted on walking you inside. You couldn’t really protest considering you were still pretty dizzy and weren’t sure if you’d make it up the stairs in one piece. Once she was sure you could make it down the hall on your own she let go of your arm, watching you slowly teeter toward your bedroom to change. Her eyes swept through the open kitchen and living room, wine glass abandoned on the coffee table, pumpkin half carved on the floor beside it, blood splattered on the side of it and the table, a small pool of it still slick on the floor. She let out a soft sigh, flicking the light on and grabbing a wet cloth from the kitchen before moving through the space, scrubbing up the blood spots and making sure it was all cleaned up properly. She picked up the knife and the wine glass, returning them to the kitchen to wash as well. She figured she’d leave the pumpkin where it was but gathered up the guts and seeds to throw away so they weren’t a rotting stinking mess in the morning.

“You don’t have to do that.” Your mumble came from the end of the hallway and she turned around with a shrug.

“I just wanted to help.” It was barely above a whisper, she knew deep down inside that she should just leave, that you wanted her gone and her sticking around already wasn’t helping, but her even attempting to take care of you was tearing both of you apart inside. “You should eat something, a soda at least, get some sugar into you before bed.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, pushing past her to the pantry to grab a granola bar, “you happy now? You can go.”

When you looked up at her you were surprised to see both sympathy but also hurt in her eyes and your face fell. This entire time you’d been trying to paint her the villain, make yourself hate her because she was the one who ended it, but she’d ended it for both of your sake’s, she ended it to try and hurt as few people as possible. It had somehow never occurred to you that she was one of the hurt people too. That she really had been falling in love with you and she knew that if she didn’t pull herself away from you she’d be causing one massive disaster for everyone involved. That maybe, just maybe she cared about you just as much as you cared about her, that, in another lifetime you would have been meant to be together.

Heather saw the realization wash over you, the way your eyes softened as the anger dissipated from them, your lip trembling the same way it had the day she’d told you it had to be over. She felt what little resolve she had left deteriorating, the adrenaline from earlier, when she hadn’t know what happened to you had faded away. Her fight or flight response had gone from overprotective mode to being gone, leaving her with just her emotions exposed, raw, right on the edge and ready to break her. She knew that you must have been hurting but she really didn’t know to what extent. It made her feel worse, made her want to take it all back, to figure out a way to make it work but that brought up even more guilt, enough to swallow her up whole. As much as she wanted to be with you, she knew that she would never actually be able to fully be with you. She was at a loss for words, instead stepping cautiously toward you until she was close enough to wrap you into her arms, her body wilting at the sound of cries escaping your lips, your body trembling against hers as the tears began to slide down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry…” your voice was muffled into her shoulder, “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She whispered back, pressing a feather light kiss to the top of your head and you pulled your face out of the embrace, glancing up at her with watery eyes.

“I never should have told you I loved you, never should have let myself fall in love with you. I knew from the beginning that you were married, that you had a family, you were upfront and honest about it all and I still let myself be an idiot.”

“You don’t let yourself do or not do these kind of things.” She replied, her thumb stroking away your tears, “it just happens. One moment things are normal, and the next you’re filled with butterflies, and it hits you like a sucker punch to the gut because you realize that thing your life has been missing is standing right in front of you and there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to keep them around.”

“Is that what it was like with him?” your voice was barely a whisper, your eyes darting between your feet and Heather’s, not fully wanting to look her in the eye when she responded.

“It wasn’t the only time.” She replied and your gaze shot up to hers, eyes wide at the small smile on her cheeks. The sudden urge to step closer to her, closing the gap between your lips shot through you but you shook yourself out of it, forcing yourself to step back instead. “Sorry.” She muttered quickly, realizing her misstep, “are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “you can go. I’m just going to bed.”

“Okay.” She moved around you before pausing to turn back to you, hand squeezing at your shoulder, “don’t delete my number. Car service is far safer than an Uber or a cab, and you never know when you might need a good lawyer.”

“Fine.” You sighed, “but if I drunk dial you it’s your responsibility to block me.”

“You know I won’t.” She replied, a near smirk on her lips as she moved to the door, “and please don’t be afraid to call if you need help, even if it’s just Venmo for some groceries or wine. If I’m the one who’s made you feel hurt the least I can do is foot the bill to help you feel better.”

“You’re being ridiculous but thank you.”

“I do hope you find someone.” She did her best to smile through the tears blurring in her eyes, “you really deserve it, but only someone who’s going to treat you right, and show you off to the world, showering you with love.”

“Heather…”

“Yes?” She felt a flutter in her chest, a glimmer of hope as she glanced back to you and you let out a sigh.

“Go home. To your husband.” You wrapped your arms tighter around your waist, “thank you for picking me up.”

“You’re welcome.” She did her best to not let her voice shake, pulling open the door to your apartment and quickly disappearing through it.

That was the last time you saw Heather Dunbar.

And it was the last time you ever contacted her.

There were some late, lonely nights that left you wondering if she still thought about you, if falling for you had been the wake up call she’d needed and she stopped having affairs. Or if she just continued on, little meaningless flings with meaningless girls. At the very least you knew you hadn’t been one of those, and at the very least, you hoped that whatever she was doing, she was happy. Because she at least deserved that.

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First Date Turned Tradition

Peter Stone x reader Warnings: language, fluff. Covers the "stargazing" square for @adarafaelbarba bingo! for the sake of the story peter stays on playing ball and doesnt become a lawyer

Peter obviously loved baseball season, though baseball season was kind of year round when you were playing pro. But there was something so much more exciting about the actual season when games were played, the stands were full of excited fans cheering, drinking, and having a great time.

He loved the adrenaline of a good game, the sneaky cues between him and the catcher to know exactly what kind of pitch to throw the other team off with and win the game.

He would never admit it to certain people, but he also loved the ego boost that came with being a pro ball player. The cheers and claps on the back from the men, often accepting drinks from those who were fans if they ran into each other later in the night. And it was more than easy to get free drinks from the girls, the ones who would give a little shy giggle from across the bar, their skin sun kissed from a day in the stadium, already a little tipsy from the overpriced shitty beers.

He usually would just flirt his way through the night accept the drinks and on the rare occasion, take one (or two) back to his hotel room and keep the party going all through the night.

But then there were the special ones, the ones who he could tell were actually there cause they enjoyed the sport, knew exactly what was going on, yelled appropriately when strikes or bad calls were made. The ones who weren’t just smirking cause they were ball bunnies.

 Sometimes they were hidden away in the pricey sky boxes with top shelf liquor and snooty friends, rich supporters of the team.

But sometimes, like today, they were right on the sidelines, directly above the dugout and in the ample spot to chat.

Peter would flash a stunning grin, sign a couple of jersey’s, leisurely lean up against the fence while making some small talk with various fans in between innings.

But there was something about you that caught his eye, you glanced his way a couple of times, returning his smile with a glittering one of your own before your eyes darted back towards the game, letting out an offended yell as the other team tagged out one of the Cubs.

You were dressed in a cub’s jersey, fitted just enough but loose just enough to be comfortable, a pair of jean shorts with a matching hat. It was clear you were a fan, and you knew exactly what the game was about.

When he caught your eye again after coming off the field, he nodded his head in a ‘come hither’ motion and you rolled your eyes with a grin, playfully shaking your head before you scooped up your beer and moved over to the railing.

He introduced himself, some playful banter exchanged between the two of you as you laughed, saying you knew exactly who he was, and that his striking out record was pretty impressive. You managed to keep up with him jab for jab, pulling laughs from him, even managing to fluster him a little bit.

He disappeared into the dugout for a second, returning with the sharpie he used to sign mitts and jersey’s with, pulling the cap off with his teeth before grabbing your arm, scrawling his phone number onto the inside of your forearm before shooting you a wink and dashing back out onto the field.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at his flirtation, the grin evident on your cheeks as you returned to your seat.

When the game was over, you gave Peter a celebratory salute and wave before leaving the stadium with your friends. Despite not texting him right away, you did end up at the same bar by chance where he offered to buy you a drink and you got to know each other a little more personally.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asked with a wicked grin, “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh Mr Stone… I do not go home on the first date.”

“Call me Peter. Mr Stone’s my father. And I promise I will walk you home like a perfect gentlemen when the night is up, nothing but an innocent bit of fun. Scout’s honour.”

You couldn’t resist the sparkle in his eyes, the cheeky grin on his face, he would stay true to his word, you knew it.

Much to your surprise, he sneakily looped his arm in yours, walking through the streets and the conversation drifted back to baseball. How you’d grown up on the sport, going to games with you Dad. He’d worked for the city, which mean weekly free tickets and extra free BBQ’d hot dogs and burgers through the season. How you tried your hand at playing but it was always just for fun, you were definitely not good enough aside from a group of friends drinking beers and playing ball during the summer months.

You were laughing at yourself, reminiscing about the time you’d nearly broken your cousin’s nose with a rouge ball when you stopped suddenly, realizing you were outside the stadium.

“What’re we doing here?” you asked, looking up at Peter who smiled in response.

“It’s a clear night.” He gestured toward the sky, “and there’s nothin’ like the view of the stars from the pitcher mound.”

“We’re breaking in?!”

“Nah, that would be illegal.” He shot you a wink before leading you towards one of the back doors, punching in a code and leading you through it before quickly silencing another alarm.

Hand in hand he lead you out to the field, watching the grin spread on your cheeks, the way your eyes lit up as you looked toward the sky.

There was no lie to his words, the sky full of glittering diamonds against a dark background.

“it’s so beautiful.” You said in awe and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“oh I know…”

He tugged you to the pitcher’s mound, dropping down to sit next to it right in the middle of the diamond, slotting you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. “see… told ya…” his voice murmured against your ear and you couldn’t help but let out a small shiver, smiling at the way his arms wrapped around you.

The two of you stayed like that for hours, sharing soft little stories, laughing over your pasts, your childhood memories, getting to know each other on a whole new personal level.

You barely felt Peter’s lips brush against your clothed shoulder, your cheeks flushing as you marked it up to him simply being too close to you when he spoke.

Finally, he nudged you gently, murmuring something about overnight cleaners coming soon and you chuckled, prodding his side with a tease “you bring all the cute girls here?”

“Only the ones I really like.”

Just as promised, he walked you home, hand linked in yours the entire way, sharing more stories, glancing up to the glittering sky at each stop light you hit.

You slowed to a stop outside your building, turning to face him with a warm smile on your face as you glanced up at Peter.

“This is me. Thanks for the walk Pete.”

“For a girl like you, anytime.” He smiled, pushing a stray strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“Maybe we can do it again next time you’re in town?”

“I’d absolutely love that.” He paused for a moment, waiting for you to step away after he stepped closer to you, his hand trailing down your cheek. A small grin on his cheeks he leant in, kissing you softly, lips moving with grace against your own in a very easily found rhythm. “Sweet dreams. Don’t forget to call.” He smiled, watching the gleam in your eyes grow as you assured him you wouldn’t forget before he made sure you got inside safe and sound.

That little night of stargazing?

That was five years ago.

Now you were at every game of Peter’s, at home or on the road. And you always turned down the fancy box seats with the top shelf liquor and free finger foods.

Because you’d always much prefer being right about the dugout, cheering your husband on from the sidelines with cheap beer and nachos, close enough to steal a kiss whenever he came running back in from the field.

And on those lucky nights? He’d always sneak you back into the diamond after hours to watch the stars, murmuring just how much you loved each other until the late hours of the night.

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[storiesofsvu]

Disgrace to the Name of Coffee

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, that's it I think? Some teasing/banter but that's to be expected lbh. Covers the "pumpkin flavoured" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo!

Fall was, without a doubt, your favourite time of year. It was due to a number of things; cooler weather, crunchy leaves, kids were back in school not running wild through the city. You caught the tail end of barbeque season, thunderstorms, autumn festivals, Halloween, the lead up to Thanksgiving. It was the beginning of major holiday season which meant lots of seeing old friends, family, and delicious food. But you couldn’t lie, the main part was the food. And one kind in particular.

September first brought with it: pumpkin spice season.

And truthfully, that was your favourite thing about fall.

There wasn’t time before work to pick up your beloved pumpkin spice latte so that meant you stopped by Starbucks on your way home, sipping at the glorious beverage while you perused the aisles of Whole Foods. All of the fall features were out, promotions everywhere for spiced apple cider, fresh pumpkin pies, mulled wine, and more flavoured baked goods than you could have ever imagined. Naturally, you picked up a little bit of everything, along with a couple of pre-made easy to reheat dinners for the next couple of days. You’d need food for both you and Rita considering the plan was to stay at your place for the weekend, she wasn’t about to cook, and you really didn’t want to bother after the long week, so this was just the better idea.

Originally the plan was go to dinner tonight, Thursday, and spend the night together going into the weekend, but Rita got the memo too late about a work function she’d practically forgotten about. So she promised you she would order you some takeout for dinner and would get to your place in time for a glass of wine and a night of cuddles.

As promised, right at six thirty there was a knock on your door from a delivery driver, a bag of bruschetta, shrimp scampi and tiramisu in hand for you. You weren’t sure exactly where it was from, but it was absolutely delicious and right up Rita’s alley for quality food. You putzed around the apartment for a bit, cleaning up before having a quick shower and changing into pyjamas to curl up on the couch. Rita finally got there around nine, apologizing for the late hour as she greeted you with a tender kiss and you waved her off, thanking her for dinner. She instantly curled up on the couch with you and a glass of wine while you fed each other bites of tiramisu before heading to the bedroom for a good night’s rest.

The morning was when everything got a little hectic, though regular alarms had been set, Rita was in the shower when her phone started ringing. You let it go to voicemail, finishing up your hair and make up before getting dressed, and then it rang again. The sound of the water from the bathroom had just stopped and you heard Rita’s voice calling out for you to answer it so you did. A moment later you popped your head into the bathroom, letting her know a client was at the twenty first precinct waiting for her and according to the cop you’d talked to, they weren’t exactly being patient. She let out a grumble as she rolled her eyes, now more thankful than ever that she hadn’t bothered to wash her hair. You stepped into the bathroom, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, squeezing at her hand to calm her down,

“I’ll get some breakfast ready that you can take with you.”

“And coffee!” She called after you and you let out a little laugh at the desperation in her voice, her caffeine addiction was her whole personality some days.

You grabbed a couple of the prepped breakfast sandwiches from the freezer and tossed them into the air fryer before filling the coffee pot and turning it on to brew. You didn’t have anything put together for lunch, but you figured Rita would end up ordering take out anyways. You scrolled through your phone waiting for both things to be done, checking a couple of emails, thankful you still had a couple of hours until you had to head into work. Less than five minutes later, Rita came down the hallway, heels in hand that she placed by the door before moving through the kitchen. You hadn’t even heard the coffee machine beep, too distracted in your own little world and truly just not awake enough yet. She paused to wrap an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before crossing the room to the counter. Pulling down one of your to go coffee mugs she swiftly poured coffee into it and looked up to you as she pulled open the fridge.

“I don’t have much to do today after this client, I’ll probably be able to get out early if you’re interested?”

“I’m always interested in more time with you.” You replied with a smile, not noticing the creamer she’d grabbed from the fridge door, dumping a hefty amount into her coffee before twirling the lid on. “We could hit a couple of happy hours before the show?”

“That sounds perfect.” She smiled, “I’ll give you a text once I’m done.” She lifted the mug to her lips, ready for the best part of her morning and instead nearly gagged, spitting the drink out into the sink as she coughed, “is you creamer rotten? What the fuck?”

“No.” Your brow furrowed, “I just bought it last night.” Then your eyes widened, “which bottle did you use?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t looking. The one from the usual spot.”

“I ran out of the hazelnut yesterday. I replaced it with a pumpkin one.”

“Oh god you’re one of them.” She groaned and you laughed.

“What?”

“Pumpkin spice lovers. It’s a disgrace to coffee! Mine of which, is now ruined, thank you.”

“Calm down drama queen.” You teased, standing from your stool as the air fryer beeped. You swiped the coffee mug from her, opening it and pouring it into another mug before giving it a thorough rinse and refilling it. “I haven’t had my coffee yet. There’s a carton of plain almond milk on the shelf.” You handed it back to her and pointed toward the fridge before you turned to the air fryer.

“Thank you.”

You pulled out the sandwiches, tossing one onto a plate and the other into a Ziploc bag, tucking it into Rita’s purse. She screwed the lid back onto her fresh, properly made, coffee and took a sip, this time letting out a sigh of relief. Her eyes swept over the counter, searching through the bowl of fruit and packages of pastries beside it.

“Those look good.” She muttered, her hand reaching out to the scones.

“Ah!” You cut in, swatting at her hand and she turned to you with a slightly offended look on her face.

“What? You saving them for something?”

“They’re pumpkin.”

“What about those muffins?”

“Also pumpkin.” You let out an awkward laugh, “they were on sale!”

“You’re a degenerate, you know that?”

“Everything must be pumpkin flavoured! It’s a rule of the season!” You practically scolded and she laughed, rolling her eyes, “and I’ll be sure to pick up hazelnut creamer for you on my way home today.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly.

“Breakfast is in your purse, and it is one hundred percent pumpkin free.”

“If it wasn’t I’d have to break up with you at this point.” She teased and you let out a mock offended scoff.

“And to think, I was going to spend all weekend doting on you!”

“Yeah, with pumpkin flavoured everything!”

“Don’t you have a client waiting?” You raised a brow, a fake pout taking over your lips and she chuckled, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I guess I should get going. Thank you.” She gestured towards the sandwich as she picked up her purse, an arm wrapping around you to pull you in for a kiss, this one a moment longer than the last, though she pulled away with a grimace on her face, “now you taste like pumpkin.”

“Yeah, well, you’re just gonna have to deal with it until December.” You teased back and she laughed.

“And then what? Is it peppermint season?”

“Caramel brulee thank you, very much.”

“While that one is still sickeningly sweet and a disgrace to the name of coffee, I can at least get behind it.”

“Oh! She can actually make a compromise, I’m shocked.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” She deadpanned, pecking your cheek this time to avoid anymore unwanted pumpkin flavouring, “I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too.” You replied with a grin, watching as she stepped into her heels and disappeared through the front door.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the entire thing, having been completely unaware of your girlfriends complete distaste of pumpkin flavoured things. Though, with her affection of coffee you probably should have seen it coming. You simply shrugged, laughing to yourself as you opened the pack of pumpkin scones and added one to the plate with your breakfast sandwich and made your way to the couch.

If Rita didn’t want anything pumpkin, that just meant more for you, and you were more than okay with that.

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[storiesofsvu]

Late Nights and Raindrops

Casey Novak x reader Warnings: language, some light teasing, cute fluff. Covers the "can you warm me up, I'm cold" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo! She a short little drabble.

One of the best things about autumn in New York City was the sky high temperatures finally dropping, the air wasn’t as thick and heavy as it was over the summer months. Afternoons became bearable, evenings required a light coat, and as the sun began to set earlier you often drifted off to the sounds of rain outside your window.

Tonight was one of those nights, the day had still held on to some of that summer heat, your apartment filled with thick air when you got home from work. Made worse by the fact that you ended up turning on the oven to cook dinner, but you’d promised Casey one of her favourite homecooked meals after a long week of work. She had thanked you profusely, peppering your skin with kisses, complimenting your cooking and helping you with dishes and making sure to give you all the cuddles on the couch while you watched a movie. As the sun set, you knew the air must be cooling off, cracking open the balcony door and opening the window wide in the bedroom, letting out happy hums at the breeze floating through the room and the patter of raindrops. It wasn’t long before you were stifling multiple yawns, Casey letting out a small chuckle at the way you could barely keep your eyes open and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Why don’t you head to bed?” She murmured softly into your hair.

“I’ll miss the rest of the movie.” You whined in protest and she chuckled yet again.

“We can finish it tomorrow. I’ve got a pile of work to catch up on anyways, and that’s boring for you.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, detangling yourself from her limbs and the blankets, only pausing to kiss her gently, “you better not be too late or I’m filing an official complaint to your boss.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll love that.” She laughed, murmuring a quiet good night and I love you before you stumbled off down the hallway.

*

It was hours later when you awoke, rolling over to find the other side of the bed empty and a light coming from the end of the hallway. You were about to roll back over and snuggle deeper into the blankets when a particularly heavy gust of wind came in through the window and you couldn’t help but shiver. After a few more minutes passed and your body actually woke up you realized just how cold your toes were and you were very much awake now. Picking up your phone you let out a huff at the time, well passed midnight, and pushed back the blankets, pulling Casey’s hoodie tighter around you. You shuffled through the room to first close the window, and then head down the hallway.

Not surprising at all, Casey was still burrowed on the couch, ear phones in, blaring on either a pod cast or playlist to keep her awake while she worked through whatever it was she deemed so urgent, using a thick textbook as a table. You weren’t purposefully sneaking up on her, but she was so focussed and without her sense of hearing, she still jumped when your hand met the back of her neck, though part of that was that your hands were freezing too.

“Jesus.” She swore, letting out a little laugh as she pulled out an earbud, turning to you.

“Sorry.” You winced, “wasn’t on purpose.”

“Why are you up?”

“Bedroom’s freezing.” You muttered, “and my girlfriend’s still working in the middle of the night.”

“Did you leave the window open again?” She asked with a smirk and you huffed in annoyance.

“You know I like falling asleep to the sound of the rain.”

“We should really just get you a noise machine.”

“It’s not the same.” You grumbled and she chuckled, “can you warm me up? I’m cold.”

Casey let out a small sigh, but packed up her work, leaving it on the coffee table to collect in the morning. She scooped up her phone, made sure the patio door was locked and flicked off the living room light before disappearing into the kitchen for a few minutes. You heard the tell tale beep of the microwave and she returned with the heating pad you usually used for period cramps in her hands. You raised a brow in her direction and she let out a little laugh.

“If your hands are that cold I’m betting your feet are just as bad and I don’t need you shoving them under me to warm them up.”

She wrapped an arm around you, guiding you back to the bedroom, getting you and the heating pad set up under the blankets while she ducked off to change, brush her teeth and wash her face. The bed starting to finally warm up by the time she slipped under the covers. You let out a happy hum as you nestled into her arms, you weren’t sure how but you found Casey always ran hot, even on the coldest of winter days, and you were more than happy to have your own personal heater. It wasn’t long after she joined you in bed that you were already warming up, your toes and fingers no longer frozen, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling of Casey’s lips hitting the top of your head.

“I love you.” You murmured into the fabric of her shirt and she smiled.

“I love you too.” She pressed another kiss to your hair, “now get some sleep. I don’t wanna deal with a grumpy guss in the morning.”

“You’re the one that can’t function without coffee.” You mumbled back.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” She retorted, squeezing gently at your body and you let out a little squeak that she chuckled at.

Only a moment later did your breathing regulate, your body completely relaxing against hers, lips twitching up into a little happy smile to be snuggled in your girlfriends arm in the coziness of your shared bed. There truly was no place you’d rather be.

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Autumn Evenings

Elizabeth Keane x reader Warnings: language, that's about it. just some nice fluff here folks. A/N: this takes place in the Little One universe, when Keane & yn have moved out to Boston and are living their best gay life. Covers the "reading by the fire" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo

The appeal of fall in Boston was one of the biggest reasons that you and Elizabeth had decided to move out there in the first place. With each year that passed, you were reassured that you had definitely made the right choice. The changing of the leaves, the satisfying crunch of one under your feet, the cooling air making the perfect excuse for a hot toddy, spiked apple cider or an extra cup of cocoa after dinner. You often joined in on the tourist fun, exploring through the city on your own sightseeing adventures, stopping in at a few orchards to pick apples and buy some of your favourite jams and preserves. You always took more time off work during the fall to make sure you had time to do all the extra activities, basking in the warmth of Elizabeth’s love.

Today, unfortunately, you did have to work and spent the day with paperwork piling over your desk, the pile seeming to never end. After you worked through your lunch you shot off a text to Elizabeth, mentioning that you were planning on working late, may as well make some OT on the rare days you actually went into the office. She replied saying she would make sure to have a plate of dinner kept warm for you, and to make sure you didn’t work too hard.

*

Elizabeth knew when you said you were working late that it would in fact, be rather late, not just an hour later than normal. You knew what it meant to work long hours from your time on her team at the White House where you were quite literally on call twenty-four seven. You had your own set of keys and alarm code to the firm, you’d likely be the last person to leave, so she knew she had more than enough time to kill. She herself had picked up a few hours at the book shop to keep herself occupied while you were working that afternoon, chatting with the owners as she perused through the shelves, relocating books and putting away a little bit of new stock. Her fingers danced over the spines of the classics, soft smile on her face as she decided what she was going to take home with her that evening. She enjoyed her little talks with customers, some regulars, some tourists or lucky people who had just discovered the shop.

Her favourites were the regulars, especially the ones involved in the loyalty program, who if they brought in five of their own books, they got one for free. She loved talking stories with them, what they loved about specific books, which ones kept them up all night needing to know what happened next, which ones had the greatest love stories and which ones make them sob in the best ways. She often found herself taking home the books they brought in, compelled in the excited way they’d spoken about it. Today her stack of books was certainly enough to get her through the next couple of months, the owner lightly teasing her about it as they gathered up their things at the end of the day to close up shop.

Elizabeth found her route home taking her past a pop up farmers market, casually strolling through the stalls as she looked through all the delicacies. She picked up a few things, some homegrown sweet potatoes, turnips, figs, a few treats, and some spiced apple infused rum, figuring it might be worth a shot. She spent some time chatting with a few of the vendors, a few of them recognizing her from around town, those little casual sort of friends that you make in every day life, and a couple that knew exactly who she was. She enjoyed those little talks, the ones where it wasn’t overly political, but still someone who could keep up, and thanked her for what she did for the country while she was in office. Eventually she said her goodbyes and made the rest of the trip home easily, settling into the house.

The air was chilly, wind whipping through the sky, blowing the coldness into the house and she could already feel the stiffness in her joints. She started dinner, leaving it in the oven before she wandered into the living room to build a fire in the stone fireplace, one of the major selling points when you’d bought the house. It kept you warm long into the night and in the cold months of the year, the crackling and sparking of the fires relaxing, the perfect way to wind down after a long day.

As stated, she wrapped a plate of dinner with tinfoil, leaving it in the barely on oven so it would still be warm by the time you got home before she ate hers. She poured out some of the spiced apple infused rum, taking a sip to make sure the apple wasn’t too strong before adding it into a mug of apple cider, picked up her stack of books and made her way back to the living room. Elizabeth settled in front of the fire on the couch, sliding her glasses on before pulling a thick blanket over her lap as she began to page through a few of the books, reading the first page before deciding which one she would start tonight.

She got lost in the book, whisked away into a fantasy world that she never would have thought she’d be interested in if it hadn’t been for the book’s original owner. The fire crackled every so often, the heat coming off it keeping her more than cozy as the night wore on, the weather taking a turn outside the windows as rain started to thunder down.

Just as she expected, you got home at nearly ten p.m. letting out a weary sigh as you kicked off your shoes, hung up your coat and dropped your bag on the entry table. You could hear the light crackling of the fire coming from the living room and couldn’t help but smile at the warmth flowing through the house. It wasn’t just the actual physical warmth, it was the fact that you were coming home to a homecooked meal, the woman you loved more than anything in the world a place where you would forever feel at peace. You noticed the pot of apple cider, flicking the burner on to reheat it, curiously checking out the bottle of rum as you did so. Cautiously pulling the plate of food out of the oven you swapped it over to a plate that wasn’t going to burn you, poured yourself a drink and followed the sounds of the fire into the living room.

You paused in the doorway, smiling fondly at the sight of Elizabeth curled up on the couch with her glasses, smile on her cheeks as she flicked the page whatever book she was lost in. While you sometimes hated working, moments like this made it all worthwhile because there was something so incredibly special about coming home to this on a semi regular basis. You moved through the room, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and she nearly jumped, letting out a little laugh as she came back to earth.

“Got a good one there don’t ya?” You asked with a slight tease in your voice as you settled onto the couch. Her finger marked the page she was on as she let the book fall shut, leaning in to greet you with a proper kiss, you managed to tilt the cover of the book towards you and raised a brow, “isn’t this for teenagers?” She let out a little chuckle,

“I suppose the girl that brought it in was on the younger side. But she made a very compelling argument, and I’d say more young adult.”

“Well it certainly had you enthralled.” You took your first bite of your dinner, “mmm… this is so fresh! Did you stop by the farmer’s market?”

“I did.” She smiled, “Lisa says hello and promises to put aside some of that coveted apricot jam when it’s back in season.” You let out an audible groan.

“Oh and I will buy all of it! I only hope we don’t run out before then.”

“I don’t think we will.” She chuckled, “there’s still a stash in the freezer.”

“Hmm…” you replied, taking a few more bites of food before you spoke again, “what else do ya got there?”

Her hand reached over to the pile, handing the books off to you and you sifted through them, examining the covers and reading the synopsis’s on the back of them while you finished your meal. The plate found its way onto the coffee table when you were done, letting out a happy sigh as your hand came to cup her cheek.

“Thank you for dinner.” You kissed her gently, “I love you.”

“I love you too little one.” She murmured softly, stroking at your cheek gazing lovingly at you for a moment before you let out a little giggle.

You snagged the blanket on her lap, unfolding it and tossing it over the both of you as you nuzzled into her side, one of the books she’d picked up that day in your hands. While Elizabeth did bring home the books for herself there was always one or two that managed to pique your interest and one of your favourite past times was curling up together at night reading.

Elizabeth’s arm wrapped around you, shifting so she could hold her book with one hand before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. She let out a little happy hum as you nestled deeper into her embrace and opened the book you’d chosen. It was nights like these, the fire burning, warmth flowing through the house and you in her arms that she loved the most. There would never be a doubt in her mind that you were her past, present and future, because all she needed was you, all she wanted was you, and she could always feel the love floating off you and straight to her.

It was nights like these that made the cooling days and chilly nights filled with warmth, love, and the love of her life and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Candles and Forever

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, that's honestly it. We just pure fluff here folks. Covers the "why do you need so many candles?" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo!

When you said you had plans for tonight and would have dinner ready by the time Heather got home, she was expecting food, maybe a glass of wine and a nice kiss greeting her at the door. Something she had gotten used to over the course of your relationship, something that she adored, something that made her love you even more with every day that passed. Especially on autumn nights like tonight, work always picked up this time of year, that coupled with the cooling temperatures and shortened hours of sunlight left everyone a little ragged. To not have to even think once she stepped foot in the house made her life so much easier, and she was eternally grateful to have you to rely on. You’d greet her as close to the door as you could, wordlessly taking her bag as she slipped out of her coat, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you handed her a glass of wine and let her know how much time until dinner was ready. You had no qualms in doing any of it, Heather spoiled you in plenty of other ways and always made sure you were well taken care of it was a way for you to show her love.

But today as she approached the front door she noticed the curtains drawn shut, barely a glow coming from inside. Once she was inside the glow was more apparent, while the entry way light was still on, and there was a soft beam coming from the kitchen, the living room was dark. That was of course, except for the candles on the entry way table, and the trail on the floor (safely) leading into the living room, and the mountain of tealights on the coffee table intricately styled into the shape of a heart. In the middle of that was a short vase filled with roses.

“You’re early!” You exclaimed, popping up from the doorway to the kitchen, glass of wine in hand as you wound through the living room.

“What is all this?” Heather asked with a small laugh as you approached, taking her bag and kissing her cheek gently.

“I wanted to remind you how much I love you.” You shrugged, nearly pouting as you waited for her to slip out of her coat, leaving her shoes by the door as she accepted the glass of wine from you.

“I don’t need any reminding sweetheart.” Her hand cupped your cheek and she pulled you to her for a soft kiss, “I hope I haven’t been coming off as such?”

“No!” You shook your head, “no! not at all, I just wanted tonight to be special.”

“When you said you had a surprise I was thinking you’d finally mastered that beef wellington recipe.” She laughed and you let out an adorable giggle.

“Well, I did. It’s almost ready, but this first!”

You grabbed her free hand, leading her into the living room where she could see another row of candles placed on the top of the fireplace, and on all the end tables. In any other situation it would be nearly comical, or at least a fire hazard, but you’d taken your time to make sure it was detailed, other little decorations littered alongside them. Heather could tell that you’d taken an afternoon of effort and planning on just this alone, much less cooking a luxury meal, and you were nicely done up. Your hair and make up just right and dressed in one of her favourite dresses that she’d bought for you shortly after your first anniversary.

“Can I ask something?” She said with her lips curving up into a grin and you turned back to her, stalling in the middle of the living room between the table and fireplace, nodding, “why do you need so many candles?”

“Is it too much?” Your face wilted as you began to ramble, “oh god, it’s too much isn’t it? I dunno what I was thinking! I mean, the movies always make this look super romantic and cute and I thought it’d be this super wonderful thing for you to come home to. And you think it’s lame, I shouldn’t be surprised, you deserve way more than tea lights from the fucking dollar store.”

“Hey…” Heather let out a small chuckle, her hand coming to pinch at your chin, tilting your gaze toward her as she put down her wine glass, “it is not too much. You’re getting all wound up in that pretty little head of yours, what’s going on?” You let out a little sigh, taking her hands in yours,

“I love you, more than anything in the entire world.”

“Except maybe grilled cheese.” She teased and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s peak comfort food!” You defended, “which is why I absolutely adore that you always make me one when I’m sick or sad without me even needing to ask. It’s one of those things that you just do, and one of the ways that you show me just how much you love me. Before I met you I didn’t even know how powerful love could be, how it could ache if I didn’t get to see you for a longer period of time. I’m so fucking happy to get to wake up in your arms every day and exist by your side, you mean the world to me. You have so much love to give, and I want to give all that same love back to you, which is why I want to ask,” you scooped up something from the coffee table that she hadn’t noticed, tucked under the edge of the bouquet, “…will you marry me?”

You cracked open the ring box and Heather couldn’t help but let out a little gasp, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s not much…” your nose crinkled, “I guess that might be why I went overboard with the candles.”

“It’s perfect.” Her hand came up to cup at your cheek, and she truly meant what she said. The ring wasn’t as lavish as one that she would have picked out for you (and you would discover that in a few weeks when she finally had time to take you shopping) but it was perfect for her, perfect for your love. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Really?!” Your gaze shot up to hers and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Were you really that unsure?”

“We really only talked about it in passing before, I thought maybe you’d be the life partner type.” You shrugged and she chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss you.

“I would be impeccably lucky to be able to officially call you my wife, and I cannot wait for that day to come.”

Smiling, doing your best to not let the happy tears escape your eyes, you took the ring from the box, sliding it onto Heather’s hand. She admired it for a moment and then pulled you in for another kiss, this one longer, tender, her lips moving with grace against yours until a timer went off in the kitchen and you remembered about dinner.  

You told her to make herself comfortable and she did so on the couch, picking her wine back up as she looked around and took the time to truly admire your handiwork around the living room. A couple of minutes later you returned with the beef wellington, double baked potatoes and asparagus plated up and a glass of wine for yourself.

“God this looks amazing.” She praised, stealing a kiss as you got settled, “thank you. I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you even more.” You replied with a grin, kissing her once more before taking a sip of wine.

That evening forever remained one of your and Heather’s favourite memories of your relationship. Surrounded by candles, surrounded by love, alongside delicious food and a nice bottle of wine. Once dinner was done the dishes were long forgotten as Heather showed you just how much she loved you, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched, showering you in praise and kisses. When you were truly exhausted, tangled in each other’s arms, little ‘I love you’s’ whispered into the dark air as the candles burnt down you knew it was time for bed, making sure all the flames were extinguished before Heather led you upstairs and tugged you into her arms in bed for a blissful sleep.

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[storiesofsvu]

Scary Movie Nights with Tara

Tara Lewis x reader Covers the "movie night" square for @adarafaelbarba fall bingo! @aphinablog req'd "scary stories" and that's how this started out but by the end I feel like it fits the movie night one more! If you read and like, don't forget to ask to be added to the Tara taglist!! Also I got halfway through this as i struggled to find movies cause I *love* thrillers before I remembered AJ is the main character in Final Destination 2. So either pretend that doesnt exist OR that Tara, yn & the team poke fun at JJ each year… your choice..

Tara had never been a fan of Halloween, specifically the ghost stories that came hand in hand with it.

She felt that they were too fake, constantly rolling her eyes at the matter before walking away from whatever group was telling them

Because she had witnessed a million more actual real life situations that were a million times worse than any scary story that anyone could come up with.

As much as you loved scary movies, stories and the like she couldn’t help but scoff letting out little laughs through the films as she did her best not to correct the things that were horribly wrong

She only put up with it because she loved you more than anything else in the world. At the beginning of your relationship she’d tried her best to guide you away from the obsession, but you had no plans of the like. Despite your true crime obsession, you always assured her that you would never pry into her work and if something you watched or heard turned out to be something she’d worked on, you’d immediately turn to something else while she was around and leave it out of the small talk when you caught each other up on your weeks.

When you’d met Tara you did your best to swap from true crime things to fictional, busying your time with horror films that were far from the truth, the paranormal, the cliched franchises and she very much appreciated that.

It was every October, like perfect clockwork she would come home from work to find you perched on the couch, gigantic bowl of popcorn in your lap with all the lights off while your eyes were practically glued to the television as the opening credits of a movie rolled across the screen.

The team had eaten on the jet, and you’d sent a text saying you’d had take out earlier, so she grabbed a glass of wine and despite not really wanting to know what you were watching, she did want to spend time with her girlfriend, so she slightly begrudgingly joined you on the couch.

A few moments in she made a comment that whatever you were watching had a weird vibe to it for a slasher film

“It’s not. It’s more thriller vibes. There isn’t an actual killer, person or spirit. It’s called Final Destination, there’s like six of them.”

“Okay…”

“Spoiler alert, the plane’s gonna blow up. And that kid” you pointed “is currently having a premonition about it and he freaks out, gets off the plane with like, five other kids, and then the plane does blow up. But they escaped their deaths so it’s like, death itself haunting them in bizarre accidents til it gets them all.”

“that’s fucking weird.”

You let out a little chuckle as Tara settled in next to you, an arm casually thrown over the back of the couch for you to nestle into her embrace. She started out scrolling through her phone, replying to a couple of last minute emails and texts but she found her attention being pulled to the television more and more as the movie went on, curious and curiouser as to how it was all going to end and what kind of wild deaths were about to occur.

By the end of it her complete attention was on the movie and you looked to her with a sly grin on your face. “you were paying attention”

“it was intriguing.” She shrugged, picking up her phone again as if to shake away your insinuation.

“you liked it….”

“i..just.. it’s a different take from the usual crap you watch. I don’t end up profiling through the whole movie or have to worry about ghosts slamming our doors in the middle of the night.”

“okay…” you laughed, moving from the couch to refill both of your wine glasses and returning to the couch.

“how many of these are there?” tara asked quietly as you nestled back in beside her under the blanket.

“six? Seven?”

She glanced to her watch and let out a sigh of defeat, “I guess we’ve got time for at least one more…”

“Yes!” you shriek, leaping towards her to pepper her face with kisses, “I knew that one day I’d find one you wouldn’t totally hate!”

“and you’re going to make me watch all seven every Halloween, aren’t you?”

“you know it babe!”

“god you’re lucky I love you”

“and I love you too.” You pressed a soft kiss to her lips before grabbing the remote and pressing play on movie number two.

That was exactly how a new tradition was born. The week of Halloween you’d watch one movie a night together, and then you’d swap over to the more family friendly Halloween movies that Tara preferred, ones with little to no killing. It was all the balance you needed to make autumn enjoyable all around by all parties.

She also got back at you hardcore by inviting Spencer over one of your solo movie nights, and naturally he spent the entire time going over statistics, likelihoods, profiling and calling out all the bullshit of the entertainment industry and things they got wrong.

By the end of that night you claimed that the Scream franchise was ruined, shooting a glare to Tara, returning the “you’re lucky I love you” sentiment from the year prior.

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Baseballs and Keychains

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: none, just some language. fluff. Covers the "sweater weather" square for @adarafaelbarba 's bingo

When Joe had first met you, he’d been taken aback by just how much he liked you, he wasn’t looking to date, and definitely not for a relationship, but there was something just a little bit too special about you. He warned you about both, and you simply shrugged, saying that it was summer and that was the time for summer flings anyways, right? So you started casually seeing each other, a night out for drinks, take out and a movie, most nights usually ending up in the bedroom. The ever obvious problem being when halfway through the summer you both admitted you had feelings for the other and decided you may as well just go ahead and make it official, neither of you were seeing anyone else so it just made sense at that point.

Joe re-vocalized his concerns and you heard him out, his job kept him working crazy hours, overnight shifts, on call nearly all the time and he was still the rookie so he got stuck with the shitty shifts constantly. Now that you were actually together you got to see that side of things a little more often, curled up on the couch with take out one night when his phone went off, and then went off again, and he had to disappear into the night completely unaware of when he’d be back. One case turned into three and he didn’t leave the precinct for three days, missing not only the rest of that first date night, but a night where he was supposed to meet a couple of your best friends. He was extremely worried that you were going to end it right then and there, or that your friends would convince you into it but you just laughed him off. His job was important, there was nothing he could do about controlling when crime took place, as long as he still had time for you, no matter how minute, you didn’t care.

August had turned out to be way busier than he ever could have expected, and the cases started to bleed over into September too. He ended up having to cancel a couple of nicer dates or show up rather late and he absolutely hated it. When things started to calm down after the squad got a couple of new detectives he decided to cash in a couple of well deserved vacation days and promised that he was going to spend all of them with you. You reminded him that you didn’t need anything lavish and fancy, and to not go overboard with anything expensive and he chuckled, saying he wouldn’t even know where to start.

Instead he just told you to be ready for a day of fun, and a day outside, so to dress appropriately. He picked you up with your favourite coffee in hand, wrapped an arm around you and guided you down to the subway. The two of you ended up at Coney Island and while the fall weather had blown in full force that week, making it too chilly for a proper beach day, you still lounged in the sand eating snacks and finishing off a second cup of coffee. You simply enjoyed each other’s company for a bit, dipping toes into the ocean, letting out playful shrieks as Jose threated to topple you into the freezing water. You wandered down the boardwalk, checking out all the kiosks and shops along the way, picking up a couple of trinkets, magnets and the like to commemorate your day.

Taking in the full sights and sounds you had to make your way through the amusement park, watching the few families who were there scream and laugh on all the rides. You stopped for some greasy and sugary snacks in a couple of places, tiding you over until you settled on Salt & Sizzle for a late lunch. Shared plates of nachos, tacos, loaded fries and a split cheesesteak definitely hit the spot along with a couple of daquiris to wash them down with.

At the end of the boardwalk you figured your day was wrapping up, ready to head back to the subway to make your way back to Manhattan but Joe had one last surprise and he led you over to Maimonides Park. You let out an excited squeal as he flashed the tickets for the Brooklyn Cyclones game that evening, the perfect way to end the stolen summer moments day date. You’d expressed your shared love for baseball early on when he had a game on the tv, one of the missed dates had been a Mets game, plus it just tied everything together perfectly.

You had a bit of time to kill, perusing through the gift shop for a bit, you got lost in your own world looking at cards, eventually choosing a couple for you nephew, not managing to notice what Joe had picked up. His arm wound around your waist while you were up at the till, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head that you happily hummed at. A plethora of junk food for dinner along with a couple of very overpriced beers later and you were settled in your seats for the game. Despite the slightly warmer temperature earlier in the day, now that you weren’t moving around as much, combined with the sun sinking in the sky meant that you were starting to get cold. Joe felt you shiver against his body and ignored the first one thinking it might’ve just been a breeze or the tickle of your hair on the back of your neck. When it happened a second time he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, letting out a little chuckle,

“You alright there?”

“Didn’t think it would get this cold.” You mumbled back, crossing your arms over your chest as you hunkered up in your seat. Joe’s eyes glanced to the tiny backpack you’d brought with you and let out a little sigh,

“You didn’t bring a sweater, did you?”

“Why would I!” You laughed back, sitting up to see him properly, “you said adventure day, not adventure night, and the weather channel said it was gonna be warm.”

“It doesn’t matter how warm it is once the sun sets you always shake a like a chihuahua.” He teased and you let out a mock offended scoff.

“I��ll be fine.” You prodded at his side, nuzzling up into him once again, “you run like a furnace anyways.”

“Alright.” He shrugged, laughing softly as his arm wrapped tightly around you again before your attention turned back to the game.

It was only a few moments later when you let out a much larger shiver and all Jose had to do was grab your hand to realize just how cold you actually were. He let out a little sigh, arm leaving your shoulders as he leant to the seat next to him, digging through the gift shop bag.

“To clarify, this is not something that’s gonna be yours, okay?”

“Oh my god please tell me you bought a hoodie.”

He turned back to you with the hoodie in his hand, ripping the tag off and as you reached for it he held up a warning finger, “what did I just say?” You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes,

“That it’s not going to be mine.”

“You steal enough of my clothes as is.”

“Because you run like a furnace and keep your apartment freezing!” You protested and he chuckled, handing you the garment and you quickly pulled it over your head, letting out a happy sigh as it draped over your body. “What?” You shot a playful glare to Joe and he laughed,

“It’s huge on you.”

“Better to snuggle in.” You grinned, trying to let the sleeves fall over your hands too far, although, that did mean they would finally warm up. “What else ya got there?” Joe let out a little laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed the bag, dropping it in his lap before pulling out a couple of things.

“An oversized shirt that actually is for you, to keep at my place.”

“Awee.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, hands delving into the bag as you shuffled around, “why the keychain? I thought you loved the one you had?”

“That… is also for you.” He glanced up, finding a quizzical look on your face as your head tilted.

“Thank you?”

“I had a key cut for you this week.” He explained, a bashful look on his face, “was gonna put it on the keychain and give it to you over breakfast.”

“Jose…” You let out a happy whine, your hands darting out to cup at his cheeks before kissing him softly, “I love it.”

“That way when I get called away for work I don’t have to keep unceremoniously kicking you out, or if I work early you can sleep in, or if I’m running late you don’t have to wait outside anymore.”

“You’re the sweetest, today’s been so wonderful, god I love you.” It tumbled out before you even realized what you’d said, pecking his cheek and settling back in your seat as Joe’s eyes widened. He couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his cheeks, gazing at you for a couple of moments, the small smile on your face as you watched the game. The way you fumbled with the sleeves of the hoodie so you could pick up your beer and take a sip, the fact that you had the innate habit of stealing his clothes and as much as he would tease you for it, he adored seeing you comfortable in them. You suddenly glanced up, feeling his eyes on you and your head tilted in that adorable fashion it always did, “what?”

“I love you too.”

A blush crept over your cheeks at the sudden realization of what you’d said, a large smile splitting your lips at the fact that Jose returned the sentiment and you let out a laugh that morphed into a snort, pulling a loud laugh from Joe. A fit of laughter broke out between the two of you as he pulled you to him for a kiss, this one longer, lips curved up in happy grins until you broke apart and he left a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. Before you could finish your sentimental moment a yell cried out through the stadium,

“Fly ball!”

You let out a shriek, shielding yourself from the risk of being hit, seeing the object flying toward your side of the field. Joe simply chuckled, shifting out of his seat as he managed to catch it, letting out a low swear at the slight burn in his hand.

“Guess I got something else for ya too.” He grinned and a blush took over your cheeks once again as he passed you the ball, your area of the stadium breaking out in a cheer as he pulled you to him for a tender kiss.

You let out a small laugh, the attention leaving your cheeks pink as you nestled into his side once again, one hand tangling with his while the other cupped the baseball. You felt his lips leave a kiss on the top of your head and in that moment you both knew that no matter what bullshit summer had thrown at your blooming relationship, it was solid as ever. Joe had managed to give you the ultimate date day and you knew that he would continue to do so for the rest of time.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Trick or Treat

I want to host a new bingo. And seeing as my favorite season starts soon, what better than to make one around it? 🥰

So…from September 1st and until midnight on October 31st (yes you get two months) you can submit your entries. It can be short stories, long stories, headcanons, fanart, moodboards, does not matter 😌 The submissions can be fluff, spice, scary, hurt/comfort, anything in between.

All I ask is that you follow some ground rules:

1. No relationship between a minor and a grownup (only familiar connections like parents/children)

2. No RPF (real person fics)

3. Tag your warnings at the top! And anything with heavy warnings should always be put under “read more”

4. Tag it: #adarafaelbarbatrickortreatbingo

5. All works over 500 words must be put under read more.

6. If you submit fanart/moodboards and they’re graphic, put it under read more

7. Tag me in every entry.

8. One entry per day

Any fandoms are allowed! As long as you follow the rules 🥰

But some fandom suggestions are:

- Law and Order SVU/OG/OC

- A Discovery of Witches

- Kingsman

- Outlander

- Marvel Cinnematic Universe

- 911 / 911 Lone Star

- Mayans MC / Sons of Anarchy

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

- Harry Potter (no professor/student fics! And keep it legal)

- Chicago Med/Fire/PD

- Greys Anatomy

- Disney (again keep it legal)

- Game of Thrones

- Robin Hood (bbc)

- Sherlock (bbc)

- Merlin (bbc)

- Doctor Who

- Once Upon a Time

Let me know if there’s anything! ❤️

At the beginning of November I’ll pick two-three random winners who will get a moodboard of their choosing made by me 🥰

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Ladies of Svu & Pumpkins

Just some chaotic silly headcanons involving our favourite ladies to cover the "carving pumpkins" square for @adarafaelbarba autumn bingo! I originally wanted to write this a year ago but never got around to it, I think it was better back then and in my head than down on paper, but i wrote this after a long shift so imma post it anyways lol. enjoy?

Holidays were always a bit more than chaotic with the women of SVU

Christmas included multiple secret santa’s between far too many departments, banquet dinners, and even lamer parties. NYE held the prestigious lawyer galas, endless champagne, fancy dresses and black tie attire.

But Halloween? Something not so celebrated by the actual department or work parties? Halloween was absolute chaos.

No one really knew how it even started, why everyone started to gather together over the holiday time as the leaves changed and the air chilled. Some would say it was lack of a family holiday during the month, the weird vibe between the warmth of summer and the anticipation of Christmas.

It first started out with Casey and Melinda binging horror movies with endless bowls of popcorn. Casey snickering at the jump scares and cheesy jokes while Melinda couldn’t help but groan and let out outbursts about the terrible injuries that would definitely not lead to those particular deaths and the even worse attempted first aid by other characters.

Alex is the next to join in. she’s bored, needs some company, and absolutely hates Halloween, especially the night of. She doesn’t want to be bothered by a bunch of trick or treaters in her apartment so she heads to Melinda’s to join their movie marathon.

The following year Casey mentions something in front of Liz, who instantly offers up her brownstone as hosting property, it has much more space, she’d like the company, an excuse to indulge in some spiked apple cider, and maybe Casey will be down to dealing with the trick or treaters so Liz doesn’t have to hide upstairs all night.

Word spreads from there and before they know it the entire department, and even the cops know what’s going on and where. Liz has more people than she expected over, but everyone brings something festive and is excited about the evening.

The Halloween movies play on the big screen tv, low lighting through the living room though the attention isn’t too much on the television.

Kat and Pippa have brought over pumpkins, probably too many, both mini sized to be drawn on and glue googly eyes to, and the large ones to be carved into jack o lanterns. But they just know that even if the girls don’t seem interested right away, they’ll get into it once the idea is there.

At this point, Melinda’s sitting at the dining room table watching the chaos unfold, first aid kit directly beside her, knowing that there’s too much of a chance someone will slice into their finger by the end of the night.

Casey chooses a super easy, child friendly pattern, two triangle eyes, and upside triangle nose and a toothy smile for her pumpkin.

Alex has an intricate design that she’s determined to carve into her pumpkin, using a variety of knives to try and execute it perfectly, tongue stuck between her teeth as she looses track of both the movie and conversation, completely focussed on her jack o lantern.

Kathy & Pippa have the oven preheated and are the ones waiting for all the pumpkin guts to e sorted through, the seeds to be picked out of and seasoned appropriately before roasting them

Kat and Amanda are the ones very happily digging through the piles of pumpkin guts to pick out all the seeds.

Somehow Rita is sitting around the table, glass of liquor in one hand, far too large knife in the other as she banters back and fourth with everyone else, obviously talking with her hands far too much, especially considering the knife. Melinda’s eyes are tight on her considering she doesn’t even have the thought of carving a pumpkin in her brain and no one’s really sure where she even picked up the knife. It only takes Liz a matter of minutes to hand her a fresh drink and snag the knife, exchanging a knowing glance with Melinda before they both let out a small chuckle.

Alex is chattering on, a little buzzed and all excited about her fancy carving, she turns the pumpkin toward everyone to show it off and they all give their praise all “ohh yess!”  “so pretty!” “great job alex!” although none of them can tell what it’s supposed to be despite Alex’s best work “it’s a unicorn!” she protests

Casey’s the one to dive first, “oh! Yes! I totally see it lex! Great job!” her joy is met with a bright smile from Alex for the brief second before the pumpkin collapses in on itself, met with a huff from Alex and laughter from the rest of the crew.

Liz praises her, saying she knows just how much work she put into it and hands her another glass of wine, saying she can always try again next year.

Kathy makes the rounds, making sure everyone has spiked apple cider and freshly baked pumpkin pie and roasted pumpkin seeds before they finally settle in to watch the family friendly Hocus Pocus to round out the whole evening, everyone more than happy, feeling festive and making the perfect ending to the evening.

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