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lovelettersforthedamned · 2 months

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Frat!peter Parker and “stay where you are. i'm coming to get you." And she’s at a party and maybe she’s went with a friend and then she’s left alone and calls on her number one pookie bear for help…? You write frat Peter so well I pass away every time 🫶🏻

One Call Away

✮ frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.9k

✮ summary: when you're friend gets mixed with the crowd, you're left to stand alone at a party you didn't even want to go to. luckily peter is always one call away from making your shitty night a decent one.

✮ warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, one kiss, language.

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Pre-gaming at your friend Amanda's apartment earlier that evening set the standards high. Drinks were poured, the music was loud, and laughs echoed in the room. You don’t usually go out, but if your friends needed a plus one, you were always there.

But now the excitement you’ve felt for this party has suddenly turned sour now that you’re standing alone. You’ve been holding your drink for so long that it’s warmed from the heat of your palm.

Amanda was whisked away within the first fifteen minutes of stepping foot in the dingy off-campus house. You were happy for her, of course, but being pushed into the corner while people danced around you made you reconsider coming.

The air around you became hot and suffocating. Combined with the various couples making out beside you, you decided to step outside for a moment. Texting Amanda your new location you begin your journey out the door. It takes a few shoves, but you finally feel the cool air of the night wash over your cheeks.

It feels like you were finally able to take a breath as you walk further out past the front yard. Looking back at the house, you can tell that the space was filled to the brim. Even the front lawn was crowded with empty solo cups and groups lingering on the porch.

In all honesty, you’re over this environment. The internal debate between staying and leaving plagued your mind. Amanda knew a bunch of people here, and honestly, she probably forgot about you by now. It’s settled, you're leaving.

Pulling out your phone, you call Amanda. The dial tone rings a few times before she picks up, the music loud in your ear. “Hey girl,” she shouts, making you laugh and pull the phone farther away from your ear, “what’s up?”

You speak loudly into the phone, hoping she’ll hear you, “Will you be alright if I leave? I’m just not feeling it, I’m sorry.” A wave of shame floods your mind.

“No, go ahead! I’m sorry for dragging you to this stupid thing anyways,” she slurs a bit.

“Don’t worry about me, Amanda. Go have fun!”

She pauses, “Wait, how are you getting home? I can call you a taxi no problem.”

“I’m going to call Peter,” you start, “I know he’s just sitting at home right now, so I’ll be fine. Pinky promise.” You sit on the sidewalk, watching more people walk right past you and into the already crowded home. You can’t help but wonder how many people can pack into there.

A song comes on in the background of your call, causing Amanda to squeal, “Okay, okay. Tell Peter I said hi!”

“Of course. Have a good night and call me if you need anything at all, okay?”

You can hear her shuffling through the crowd, “Mhm!”

And with that you hung up, sighing as a smile creeps on your face. Nothing keeps Amanda away from a good party, that’s for sure.

Standing up, you walk over to the makeshift trash can in front of the house, throwing away the rest of your warm beer before walking back to your spot on the sidewalk. You look at the time, mentally calculating if Peter would still be up and awake enough to pick you up.

You press on Peter’s name on your phone and hope he’ll pick up. And to your surprise, he answers on the second ring. “Hey,” his voice is warm, “how’s the party, bug?”

Sighing you respond, “Yeah about that…Do you think you can pick me up?”

Peter immediately rises from his comfortable position on the couch, his mind on high alert. He’s always had a terrible habit of assuming the worst, so with your question, he’s already putting his shoes on. His phone is sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder as he is tying his shoe, “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you pick at the gravel beside you, “Amanda found a suitor as soon as we got settled which left me awkwardly standing in the middle of madness.” You shrug, forgetting that Peter couldn’t actually see you, “Just wasn’t feeling it.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” he frowns, “I’ll be there in ten.”

Ten minutes passed by quickly before Peter found you on your phone, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing footsteps approach you, you look up and find your boyfriend wrapped in his fraternity’s merchandise. “Hey, stranger,” you smile as he offers a hand to pull you to your feet.

You greet him with a warm kiss. He welcomes you with open arms, literally. Wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, you melt into him. Peter pulls away to look at you, “It’s freezing out here.” He takes off one of his sweatshirts, “Arms up please.” The sweatshirt is pulled over your head, the warmth enveloping your body.

A loud crash is heard from inside the house, causing you two to look back at the commotion. “Let’s go home,” you hold his hand, pulling him away from the party.

Peter can’t take his eyes off the madness coming from inside the house, “If one of our parties looks like that, you’ll tell me right?”

You laugh as you tug on his arm, causing him to finally follow you. “Like you’d ever let it reach that point, Pete.”

“You’re right,” he says before turning back to the party, he shouts, “fucking amateurs!”

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reidsbookclub · 1 year

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Checkmate, I couldn't lose

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! BAU reader Request: And another one is where y/n and Reid like each other but are too awkward to say anything, and y/n thinks he likes jj until she gives him a handmade chess board for his birthday, and then Spencer decides to finally tell her -- @emmadellaposta-blog. AN: I am so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope that it makes your amazing idea justice. AN: I would really appreciate any feedback that you can give me.

She first saw him as she walked out of Hotch’s interview, the genius Dr. Spencer Reid that her new boss couldn’t help but stop talking about, like a proud father talking about his child’s greatest accomplishments. She could certainly see the charm Hotch talked about, what Hotch failed to mention were the good looks the young doctor had. But what solidified her want to get to know him more was seeing how excitedly he talked about any and every topic with the rest of the team.

He first saw her as he was preparing his morning coffee…well technically his second cup of the day. She was walking up towards Hotch’s office and it was as if time had stopped. Spencer was wonderstruck but he knew that no one he ever liked had chosen him, why would she?

What they both didn’t know was that their concrete walls would come crumbling down the more they interacted together, hearts growing fonder, stolen glances and secret smiles. But, would any of their past ghosts and haunting memories stray them from making a move, or will one of them take the plunge and dive in head first fearless into the unknown hoping the other one would be there to catch them?

It was a random morning, she had gotten there early enough to see Hotch closing his office door, having just arrived a few minutes before her. She had surprisingly gotten to the BAU before Reid, the disappointment she felt sending alarms to her brain, she could not like a co-worker, could she? She was lost in thought when a blurry figure appeared in her peripheral vision that came crashing down faster than she could see what was happening.

Spencer walked into the bullpen with two pipping hot cups of coffee in one hand and two slices of red velvet cake in the other hand, he planned to leave one on Y/N’s desk before she got there but he became just as wonderstruck as the first time he saw her noticing that she was already there. Her face of concentration with whatever she was thinking made him want to give her a quick peck on the nose, he was so intently looking at her and walking that he failed to notice a chair that was on his way and he came crashing down, the cups falling all over him.

“oww..Garcia is going to kill me she spent so long knittng this cardigan” mumbled Spencer

“Spence!! Are you ok? What am i asking of course you are not ok that coffee must’ve been burning. Two cups?? Spence we’ve talked about this you can’t be drinking so much coffee you know the effects that—” Y/N was rambling on and on while Spencer couldn't stop staring at her, yep I’m in love he thought. Shit! I can't be in love came another thought but he couldn’t help it. No one had ever seen him with those sparking eyes as she did. “Spencer?? Are you listening?? Did you hit your head?”

“I-no-ye-i” “Yeah, I’m ok. One cup was for you, as well as a slice of red velvet cake but I think I fell ontop of both of them…” sorry he said sheepishly.

It was at that moment that she secretly hoped that the young genius wasn’t in love with someone else, that he didn’t have anyone he called his because all she wanted was the sweet nothings that came with being called his. She didn’t think that her lavender haze dream would end so soon with her next question,

“So, Reid, what did you do over the weekend”

“ Oh, I took JJ to a baseball game. Granted I did not think things through because I was so out of my comf—”

She toned him out, the only thing running through her mind was the phrase I took JJ to a baseball game. And she called herself a profile, how didn’t she see it before? The secret glances, the food sharing? For someone that had a thing for germs, he always took Cheetos from JJ when she offered.

Why did JJ not say anything?

Why did Spencer not say anything?

How long until this shattered glass feeling in her heart would go away?

“ hey, y/n, are you listening to me?”

“Oh right umm sorry Reid too many things on my mind, so much paperwork you can tell me about your date later”

“D–d-date?” mumbled a confused Spencer watching her walk away.

She couldn’t help but notice the little signs she never used to before. How Spencer was always the first to say good morning to her, how She would always make sure to bring an extra cup of coffee for him. She felt as if their story hadn’t even started when it had already ended. But she wasn’t the only one affected by that conversation. Spencer would go home every afternoon wondering what it was about that conversation that drew her away, and he would wake up wondering if the girl he would give up everything for would finally talk to him again. He longed to see her bright eyes shining for him, her smile radiating warmth throughout his body, and her hugs oh how he missed those hugs.

As the days got colder so did their friendship, she was trying to give Spence space so what she thought was a relationship with JJ would grow and flourish, wishing every day that the lips he was kissing were hers, that the arms he would call home were hers. She never thought that she would be the type of person who would stay, marooned, waiting for him but she was right there. And just like that Summer ended and October and Spencer found himself wishing on his birthday cake for her to appear. The party was in full bloom, JJ had finally brought Will to formally meet the team, something Spencer and JJ were planning for months, and he couldn’t be happy for his best friend because he found himself willing y/n to come. Just like clockwork a knock shattered his wishful thinking

Could it be her? I sure hope its her.

Maybe its the Pizza Derek ordered

He was wonderstuck, the sight infront of him shocked him. There she stood, beautiful as always. Her face flushed as she noticed the way his eyes did a quick sweep through of her, eyes landed on a small bag she carried.

“This is— this is for you” she mumbled

He coudn’t help but open it right then and there. She still hadn’t set foot inside his apartment and here he was tearing open a little bag she brought for him, the only distance between them was the threshold between his house and the hallway.

An audible gasp was what broke the silence. In his hands a crocheted chess board and chess pieced. “Did you make these?” he asked

“y–yeah , do you like them?”

Liked them? Liked them? I loved them, she made these for me. She- he thought

It was liek a rush of electricity took over him and he kissed her.

“But- but what about JJ” she asked confused. His hands still cupping her face he mumbled a “what about JJ?”

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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hello welcome to pt. 2 of I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) that i like didnt konw when to post but now feels like a good time anyway it is a happy ending bc. i like happy endings

Paper Hearts

Kaeya x AFAB!Reader || Angst/Comf, Smut || 2 690 words

-> His mind was forever caught on "I love you"

The shards of your heart have always rested in Kaeya’s palms, knowing that even broken apart like this they’ll find solace simply in being near him. You wonder what’ll happen to you, if one day this ache will finally leave, if one day you can think back to him without sobbing so hard your head is pounding.

Your knuckles are white, hands clasped tightly against each other as you wait. Each agonising moment deepens the indentations in your palm and you pray more than anything that you can get this done and over with. You can’t even afford to let your mind wander, constantly drifting back to the way his body feels against you, the way he kisses you –

The way you ruined everything by telling him you love him.

The image of it will never leave your head, biting down on your lip so hard you think you’ll break skin soon. Everything comes flooding back as though he just got off of you, the way he looked at you, the weight in the air from your voice.

He never texted you again after that.

You remember spiraling, checking his social media constantly to see if you could find who his new partner was. Every photo he posted you scrutinised, working yourself feverishly as you compared each person to you. She was so much thinner than you, he had the prettiest eyes, everyone he spent time with was so much better for him, nothing like you.

You had no idea Kaeya was standing behind you, watching as you picked nervously at the grass on the ground. He was working up the nerve to walk over, knowing that he’s responsible for all of this. He ignored you for months on end, texted you today to get your hopes up but he’d be lying if his own weren’t resting up in the heavens.

The smallest smile rests on his lips, remembering each and every of your little quirks so well. He knew that soon enough, you’d be lying on the ground, staring up at the sky to try and bring yourself down. Your beautiful eyes would forget him for a minute, the pain that he’s putting you through and he takes a deep breath, finally walking over to you.

The sound of his footsteps brings you to attention, quickly turning to face the direction he came from. As soon as you see him you can’t help the smile on your face, bringing your hands up to cover it to avoid coming off as too desperate. You know this Kaeya, the one who’s cold and calculated, waiting for you to mess up to mark it to some secret ledger in his head. This one won’t snort at your jokes, mortified at the sound he made or whine because you ate the last piece of candy as he tries to kiss it out of you.

No, this is the one that left you.

For a second it seems like he’s heart at your reflex, shaking it off as he sits next to you without saying anything. His proximity sets your heart ablaze, aching to love him again. Your heart that was almost healed falls apart again, feeling the pain as raw as it was the day he told you he didn’t love you anymore.

Anymore.

Did he ever?

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” he says, making you scoff.

“I guess I’m doing well then.”

You can tell he’s pulling back, cursing yourself for saying something so impulsively again. That’s what landed you into this situation in the first place.

“Are you trying to ask me to start up our agreement again?” you try instead, holding back your tears.

He stays silent, and you decide you’re fed up.

“I can’t just stay at your beck and call Kaeya! You can’t keep doing shit like this to me!”

The anger you’ve been holding back finally courses through your veins, unaware of how much he was struggling to hold himself back right now. He wanted this for so long, for your love for him to turn into righteous fury so he could leave without hurting you but now that it’s happening it only reminds him that you’re still holding his heart and there’s nothing he can do to stop you from keeping it.

“I waited for you day and night just for you to come over and leave me when we’re done! Now you text me saying you want to talk and you just sit here in silence? Tell me I “look well”? You can’t seriously be that dumb, can you?!”

You’re not fully yelling at him but he can feel the bite in your words, wanting to curl in on himself or throw himself at your mercy to beg for your forgiveness.

“If you’re just going to sit here and make me do this for you I’m done. I’m not breaking up with myself for you this time. I’ll lose your number and that’s that. I’ll be rid of you. Do you want that? Do you?!”

At that his eye widens, grabbing your wrist without thinking and pulling you onto his lap. You try your best to fight it, pushing against his chest but he holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck as you try to curse him out pathetically. Your anger turns back to sadness, nails digging into his chest. You can feel his own nails digging into your back and feel the stuttering of his chest.

“Please,” he barely manages to beg, voice raw and cracked.

“Please don’t.”

That’s as far as he gets before you feel his breath skipping, tears falling onto your shoulder as he cries.

You’re taken aback, expecting to become the sobbing mess but your instincts kick in, combing your fingers through his hair as you try to calm him down. It doesn’t seem to be working and you can barely understand what he’s trying to say but he refuses to let you go.

“Kaeya, you need to breathe,” you try to tell him, not expecting him to shake his head to just cry harder.

You keep calling his name, worried he’ll soak his eyepatch through to the point of discomfort so you untie it for him, finally able to push his face back to wipe away his tears. They seem never ending, mismatched eyes staring up at you glossily as they dart around your face desperately.

“Don’t leave me, I’m sorry for everything I did to you.”

“Kaeya I-”

“Listen to me, please.”

He sounds so broken, bringing his hand up to brush a tear away from your face as you start crying yourself.

“I was so afraid of you. I was afraid of how much you loved me, how much I love you. You made me feel safe for once and I didn’t want to lose that so I broke up with you. I ruined the only good thing that’s ever happened to me because I was scared and I’ve spent every minute wishing I could just get over myself so I could have you back,” he says, cupping your face reverentially in his hands.

“I’ve never loved someone like you and I never will. You don’t have to take me back – I don’t even expect you to. I was awful to you, breaking up with you and texting you just to have sex because I thought it would hurt less if I could see you like that but every time I just missed you more and more. It was getting so hard to leave and then you said you love me I just –”

His voice cracks again, thumb running over your cheek as though it would be the last time he would ever see you.

“I love you too. I love you so much that I could die. I would die, if it meant you would love me again and to hear that you did destroyed me. I was so self centered I didn’t even think about how much I was hurting you and I thought ignoring you would give you the chance to move on but I’m so greedy I didn’t even want to give you that chance. I just want you so bad I don’t know what to do. Please, you always know what to say to make me feel better. How do I fix this? Please, just tell me what I have to do, I'll do it,” he pleads, pulling you into a desperate kiss.

If his words weren’t clear enough for you this kiss sure was, mixed with salt from both your tears and a frailty that you would never associate with him. His lips slide over yours in a way that’s both hesitant and practised, giving you the chance to pull away but you refuse, pressing into him more. The slight moan that slips past his lips makes you whine, letting him take control as he kisses you harder.

“You’re always so mean to me, you know that?” you say when he finally lets you breathe, panting against him as he peppers more kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“I always tell you that. You need to stop bullying me before you say something you’ll regret.”

He can hear the shake in your voice and nods, putting his hands on your waist.

“If I didn’t tell you now I’d regret it so much. This can mean nothing if you want it to, but just know that I’ll always love you, no matter what,” he replies softly, biting back his noise of surprise when you press a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.”

“Kaeya!” you moan, struggling to stay conscious as he continues to ram into the spot that makes you see stars.

You wish that he’d let you hide your face, hands struggling against his interlocked fingers that he’s insisted need to stay pinned by your head. Your whole body is flush under his attention, unsure how many times you’ve cum at this point. The space where your bodies meet is drenched in your arousal and you know your throat is hoarse but this time not from tears.

“What is it love? Doesn’t it feel good?” he purrs into your ear, falling back into his affectionate habits as he grunts from the way you clench over him at the pet name.

“You feel good,” you whine, knees locking up against his waist as he makes you cum again. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, arching into his chest as he hungrily takes it all in.

Somehow, he’d managed to convince you to take him back and now was showing you his gratitude. You have no idea how many hours it’s been and for all you know it could have been days of him using his mouth all over your body before slipping into your soaking cunt. The familiar heat made him cum almost instantly, grinding into your body before he filled you up just to go all over again.

Kaeya’s chest feels so warm, brimming with nothing but affection for you as he shudders from your orgasm. It’s still not enough for him, wanting to make up for all the hurt he’s caused you. He won’t be satisfied until you’re nearly passed out under him, nothing but his name on your lips to remind him that this is real.

That he’s yours again.

The thought makes him cum, hungrily kissing you to press his moans into your mouth. His cockhead is practically stinging with oversensitivity by how many loads he’s fucked into you at this point and it makes his legs jittery but he refuses to let it stop him, continuing as though he hasn’t just had the strongest orgasm he’s had in months.

“I love you, I love you,” he groans as a mantra against your lips while his hips pick up more speed, hands tightening their hold on you.

You try to return his sentiment, words stolen as you devolve into moans when he releases one of your hands to travel between your bodies. His fingers circle your clit tightly which makes you gasp in his ear as he gets even rougher. He knows your body better than he knows his own, eyes screwing shut in pleasure when he feels your nails drag angry lines down his back.

“It’s too much - you’re -”

That’s a sound he missed. Your gasps, your pleas, the way he can force your mind to go blank whenever you cum thanks to him as he sits back up, taking in the image of you underneath him.

He’s covered your chest and neck in hickies and bites. The ones he left on your thighs have already begun to fade but he doesn’t mind. He’s going to keep you close to him, continue to spoil you in attention because you’re the only person he’ll ever love like this. His affection and lust swirl as a result of the potent drug that is you, a pathetic whine slipping past his lips from the way your eyes roll back into your head when he presses your thighs into your chest by the backs of your knees. This way he can feel himself sinking further into you, the mattress still bouncing up onto his creamed cock. He can see the ring of white on the base of his balls slamming into your wrecked pussy that’s brightly flushed from all of his attention.

“You’ve done so well for me this whole time,” he coos sweetly, still keeping up his pace as you shake your head.

“C’mon, just one more for me. Can’t you manage that? Make me cum again, please? Just for me? I love you after all.”

He won’t stop saying it. He can’t stop. He has to remind you how much he loves you, that he will always love you, no matter what.

“I love you too,” you finally manage, hands grabbing blindly at his arms as you squirt all over him for the nth time.

“Fuck you’ve always been so good,” he pants, your words pushing him over the edge.

He drops your knees, bringing his hands to your hips as he moves them for you. In your fucked out state you can only whimper at the feeling of him using you, choked gasps leaving your throat. His cum fills you up and his arms wrap around your body, pulling you so close to him not even your sweat has room to move.

He starts to catch his breath, panting in your ear with low groans every once in a while as he comes down from his high. It makes you shudder, collapsing back down onto the bed with him as he holds you to his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbles against your hair and twining your legs together.

“I didn’t try to kick you out,” you tease, gently running your fingers down the path your nails took.

“I’m trying not to kick myself out,” Kaeya pouts, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Kaeya Alberich I swear to God - if you leave me again after everything you said and did to me I really won’t forgive you this time.”

He laughs a little, the sound so familiar it makes your heart ache. You feel his hands cup your face, tilting you to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips.

“I’m never leaving you, not again, okay? So just take your time to forgive me and I’ll figure out what else I need to do to make sure you know that.”

You smile softly at him, resting your head on his arm as he wraps it around your shoulder.

“I’ll hold you to that. Get ready for some groveling,” you smile, unable to take your eyes off him.

“I’m prepared to do anything.”

You know that he means it, the earnest glint in his eyes and the way he keeps muttering your name in his sleep confirming it for you. Even in his sleep, he’s thinking about nothing but you, the sound of his breathing next to you lulling you into a restful slumber.

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honeycollectswhump · 7 months

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All That Matters

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prepare for very silly and self-indulgent 1800 words of comf... with some slight alluding to ava's past :D this is a callback (call-forward??) to Warmth! they cuddle so often that he instinctually remembers it post-recapture

CW: drunkeness, past pet whump (implied)

“Attie, wake up. We're home.” Aveline calls over her shoulder, while Atlas just grunts, his face sleepily mushed against the window of her car.

After a moment, he stirs, leaning away from the window and looking around to search for her. It takes a while for his eyes –half-lidded and hazy– to focus on her, but he visibly relaxes as soon as they do.

It’s not far from her car to the front door, but the distance barely matters with Atlas’ state. Plus afterwards, they’ll still have to conquer the stairs, and Aveline can only hope that everything goes smoothly, that there is no accident, hope that she is prepared for an accident, and–

She stops that mental list from spiralling further. She doesn’t need to worry about accidents, everything is fine.

Instead, she heaves Atlas out of the car, putting one arm around his waist to stabilise him and begging to God that he will at least try to help with the walking. In comparison to her Attie, she has always been small, and that has rarely ever helped her.

His head immediately lolls to the side, resting on top of hers, and Atlas sighs deeply, almost sinking into her embrace. It’s awkward, the way his hefty frame bends and leans on her like a puppet with its strings cut.

Carefully, Aveline directs and announces every step for him to follow as he clumsily tries to get his legs to cooperate. Despite what she considers his best efforts, Atlas nearly pulls them both down multiple times. Her never-aching bruises serve as enough proof for the frequency, and Aveline would really prefer to avoid more of those.

No amount of covering is able to hide freshly forming bruises from Atlas, who has spent enough of his lifetime receiving them. And without fail, seeing them would drive him near tears and to endless apologies for pain he wouldn’t be able to cause even if he wanted to.

Finally, they reach the front door of her cosy home, which Atlas has also made his. Aveline is already out of breath and rests Atlas against the wall to get her keys out. Immediately, he slides down in a fit of nonsensical giggles.

It’s warm inside, thankfully. Aveline can still feel the chill on her skin from Atlas’ freezing touch. He had been lying in the grass for God knows how long, drunk and left alone by his so-called friends. Or maybe it was his own foolish decision to go home alone, even though he knows how dangerous that is and she just cannot understand why he’d do it anyways!

She takes Atlas’ hands to pull him up again and he looks at her, confusion creasing his brows again, even though he can barely keep his eyes open.

“Wha…what ‘m I”, Atlas pauses as if willing his tongue to form the words, “doin’ ‘ere?”

She hates this, she really does. But it doesn’t matter.

“You’re home.” Aveline sighs. “It’s like four in the fucking morning and you called me.” She stops herself. “No, forget that. It’s good that you called me. The rest doesn’t matter, let’s just get inside, please.”

“M’kay”, he slurs, his eyes closed.

For a second Aveline thinks he will fall asleep right then and there, but then he gets on his hands and knees and starts crawling inside. Still, he is swaying heavily and crashes into the doorway at one point, when she offers him help.

“I can… I can do… this! Bes–besides, I’m used…”, Atlas swallows thickly, “I… know this.”

Something about that makes her sleep-addled brain feel… off?

Aveline closes the door behind him, taking in a deep breath. Now that she is surrounded by the welcoming warmth of her home again, her exhaustion comes back crashing in, and she is barely able to stifle a yawn.

Atlas is already losing the battle against his shoelaces, with clumsy fingers grabbing at nothing. His head keeps falling forward like it weighs too much for him to hold up and he is blinking repeatedly, as if that would clear his blurry vision. Only with her help is he able to free himself.

“You think you can make it upstairs, big guy?” Aveline asks, laying one hand against his cheek to stabilize him. Almost instinctively, Atlas leans into her touch. His body follows, slumping heavily against her.

Sometimes, it confuses her how such an imposing guy can make himself so small, when he curls up against her, seeming to chase any warmth possible.

The thought makes her heart ache and she wraps Atlas in a one-armed hug, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

Her Attie.

He lets his head drop against her chest, as she plays with his hair. It’s the closest thing to “petting” him that she will do and it calms him quickly. It usually does.

Against her touch, Atlas’ breathing starts to even out, his eyes slipping shut. It’s as good as any sign that it’s now or never to get him into bed. Aveline can just barely manage the task of moving him when he can stumble along. It becomes all but impossible when he is fully asleep.

With a smile on her lips, she nudges him a couple of times, until he blearily opens his hazy eyes again, making a confused noise that disappears into a hiccup.

“Come on, Attie. Up you go.” With that, she hoists him up again, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder, holding it tight with her own. Atlas overcorrects, throwing their fickle balance off-centre sending them stumbling into the nearest wall and Aveline prays to God that it won’t leave any unfortunate bruises this time.

Atlas braces himself against the wall and it takes her a moment to find a more secure position with her other arm wrapped around his waist before she continues their journey up the stairs. Sometimes, Aveline wonders if Atlas even guesses at the worry this brings her every time.

What if they fall down? What if she slips and sends him tumbling down the stairs? What if anything happens and he breaks something or ends up with a concussion or hypothermia if she can’t get to him fast enough? What the hell is she supposed to do when she can’t even bring him to a fucking hospital?!

Doesn’t matter. Stop.

This Atlas, the one that is not in her thoughts, dying hundreds of frightening deaths she couldn’t prevent, seems completely oblivious, babbling on about what Aveline assumes is a drinking game they played. However, she is pretty sure he is mixing up at least two if not three different games and frankly, he is not explaining them well.

When they reach the top Aveline is panting with exhaustion. Atlas is already quite hefty and it doesn’t help that he is as good as dead weight in her arms, his legs just barely cooperating.

She tries to steer him into his room, the old floorboards creaking under their feet, but Atlas resists, shaking his head vehemently.

“No… no, please… I don’ wanna… no”.

Oh. Right.

Even blackout drunk, Atlas is eerily good at begging, the words sounding too desperate to fit the playful lilt of his voice. The reminder makes her stomach drop.

He stumbles out of her grasp and away from his room as if he can’t stand the sight of it. He barely makes it down the hall, clinging to her doorframe after just a couple of unsteady steps.

“Atlas, what…? What are you doing?”

Atlas, her dear Attie, flinches so hard he tumbles back onto the floor, lowering his head and fixing his gaze on the ground.

“‘M sorry. I wanna sleep… wanna sleep here. ‘M sorry. Please?”

It breaks her heart, the way he avoids her eyes. Even without seeing it directly, she knows there are tears in his. It feels twisted to hope that he hides them from some sense of embarrassment, but it’s better than the fear that tears are forbidden.

“Please, Ava… I don’ wanna be ‘lone.” Atlas pleads, mistaking her silence for rejection. In an instant, Aveline kneels down in front of him, closing the distance he surely imagines to be greater.

She can try to pretend that she gives in just for Atlas, to calm him down in what she already knows is a too-vulnerable state. But it would only be a sad attempt at covering the truth that Aveline will already spend half of her night checking up on him, to make sure that he is still breathing. In the end, that’s the only thing that matters.

“It’s alright. Of course, you can. I won’t leave you alone, Attie, I promise.” As if the decision is any trouble for her. As if it doesn’t calm the ever-present worry gnawing at the back of her mind.

The effects are instant though. Immediately, his shoulders slump in relief and his features relax. Atlas meets her gaze with tears shining in his eyes and lets himself fall back into her embrace, squeezing her tightly. Aveline can only just catch herself before she topples over from the unexpected weight, but it’s worth it.

It takes even more energy she hardly has anymore, but Aveline manages to lift Atlas up again, just enough to sit him down on her bed. Promptly, he flops down, somehow worming his way under her blanket despite his incoherent state.

After a moment, she changes back into her pyjamas that she left haphazardly lying on the ground after she got the call to pick Atlas up, and joins him under the warm blanket. Atlas is still in his day clothes but she has decidedly not the energy to do something about that, and much rather deposits the responsibility of cleaning onto her tomorrow-self.

In no time at all, he wraps her in a loose hug, sighing into her hair. Aveline doesn’t mind, even if his breath carries the biting scent of alcohol.

“Missed you tonight,” Atlas mumbles. “Was nice… jus’ not the same.” A sigh escapes him. “You wouldn’t… wouldn’t let it get… this bad. ’M sorry, Ava.”

Aveline can’t bring herself to say It’s alright. It just isn’t. But he can’t change what he’s already done and she loves him anyways, always.

She pulls herself closer to her Attie, pressing her ear to his chest, right above his heart. The exasperation, the worry, the exhaustion, none of it matters if she is just able to hear his heartbeat, to feel his breath on her hair. He is alive.

Atlas is alive and that is all that matters.

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#i had this written for a while but debated if i should even post it #but why keep them being silly to myself #plus i haven't posted about them in a while #Holding Up The Sky #aveline king (oc)#atlas/mutt (oc)#honey's writing #drunk whumpee #whumpee and caretaker #recovering whumpee #past pet whump #hurt/comfort #exhausted caretaker #unhealthy coping mechanisms #hugs #gentle caretaker #drunkeness

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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“Oh God” - J.Q

hello loves! i hope everyone is okay. so, another dad!Joseph imagine. there will be a part two i promise! this is so cute i absolutely love this request (from Wattpad). now, this probably has a few mistakes but oh well. enjoy lovelies <3

your due date was two weeks away and it was safe to say you were really really excited to meet your baby. you had wanted to be a mum since you were a little girl and now it was finally happening you couldn't wait for your due date to arrive. Joseph was just as excited as you were. he had been by your side every step of the way. from when you took your first pregnancy test which was positive, when you went to the fist scan, when you were being sick with morning sickness, when your bump started growing, the first kicks and most importantly your cravings.

whatever you needed, Joseph got. whether it was in the middle of the night and you wanted pickles, or when you really fancied some McDonald's chicken nuggets with a twirl McFlurry. when he was a kid Joseph always wanted to be a dad and now the time was nearing he couldn't be more impatient. it was like the last 9 months went quickly and the last two weeks were going so slow. he could hardly deal with waiting and he just wanted his baby out.

you had finished the nursery three weeks ago and it was a pastel pink room with tiny white flowers dotted around. it was filled with everything the baby needed and it just looked perfect. you also had you baby bag ready and at the door just in case you went into early labour. you were laying in bed reading a book, waiting for Joseph to finish his nightly routine. he finished his routine quickly and rushed into the bedroom and laid down next to you, his head down next to your bump. every single night without fail Joseph would always speak to your bump.

his hand would stroke the area where your baby girl would kick the most. anytime she heard her daddies voice she would start kicking like mad and you loved it. feeling her kicks made your heart flutter and fill with so much love. you were two chapters away from finishing your book as you listened to Joseph talk you you huge bump. "and when you do finally decide to show up we will be so excited and ready to meet you. i was ready to meet you when you mummy first told me she was pregnant" he watched as his little girl kicked your stomach, a wide smile spreading across his face as he watched her react.

you put your book down and also started watching your baby's kicks. "it's like she's playing football in there" you said laughing softly. Joseph took his eyes off of your bump and looked up at you. three years together and he still didn't think you could get your beautiful, but you did. he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. "you're beautiful". you blushed brightly, looking like a dark red tomato. you let your hands cover your face as you felt his stare burn into you.

"stop covering your face baby" he said, smirking at you. every single time he complimented you you always blushed. it was like you were a teenager getting her first compliment from a boy. he pulled your hands away from your face and he kissed your hand gently."don't stay in there for much longer. i wanna meet you". he said after kissing your bump. he sat back up with his back on the headboard, gently pulling you into him. he stroked his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead "do you ever think what it's gonna be like when she's actually here? like it isn't gonna just be us and the dogs like there's gonna be a baby here that we created". his other hand was on your bump.

"of course i do. she's been growing in me for 9 months and i'm honestly so excited to have her here with us" you replied as you laced your fingers with his. after a few minutes of comfortable silence you felt the familiar feeling for tiredness wash over you, making you close your eyes. you were practically asleep when Joseph looked down at you so he turned off the TV and helped you get into a more comfortable position in the bed. "come on sweetheart you have to cooperate a little bit here" he joked, making you shoot him a tired, playful smile.

you couldn't reply, you felt as if you were about to fall asleep any second as he got in a comfortable position next to you, his body turned toward you with his hand on your belly, rubbing small circles on your skin as your baby did small kicks to 'reply' to her daddies touch. obviously these kicks were nothing like the ones you had before but sleeping just seemed perfect right at this second. the past couple of days she'd not really allowed you to sleep so with her 'allowing' you to now you took the opportunity straight away.

Joseph stayed awake for about 20 minutes after you fell asleep, really allowing himself to speak openly to his daughter who wasn't even here yet. "and i know you are giving your mama a hard time so please give her a break before you decide to come out here. we are all so so excited to meet you even the dog is getting impatient. but we all realise you have to take your time and come out when you're ready. you know the day i found out about you being in mummy's tummy i was so excited. i immediately told your nanny about you because i couldn't keep it to myself and she was just as excited. okay i'm getting tired now but please please please come out soon" he kissed your stomach and then laid back up next to you, kissing your forehead before falling into a deep sleep himself.

the next thing you remember was a sharp pain in your lower stomach before a gush of water practically poured out of you. you sat up immediately and put your hand on your stomach. you were still half asleep, not realising that this was the day your baby girl was choosing to come into the world. Joseph stirred slightly but didn't wake up. you sniffled in and waited to see if any more pains came before you had to wake him up. in all fairness you could have just peed your pants but it didn't feel like that at all.

after about 8 minutes you felt another pain, this one a lot worse than the one you just had. you breathed through it, eyes scrunching up as the pain lasted. after the contraction subsided, you let your hand move from your bump to Joseph's chest, stroking it softly, allowing your one hand to keep yourself elevated.

"Joseph" no response.

"Joseph sweetheart you need to wake up" no response again.

"Joseph, my water broke" this made his eyes shoot open, body sitting up immediately.

"now?" he accidentally shouted out, making you wince slightly. "yes right now love. she's ready to meet us" you said as you tried to get out of the bed, feeling your pyjama bottoms completely soaked from amniotic fluid. "oh god" he said getting out of bed, rushing around the room looking for his joggers and a jumper, accidentally tripping over his own feet. you laughed out loud, not being able to contain your laughter at that moment. "i'm so glad that me falling is amusing to you" he joked, standing back up again.

"can you help me up please?" you said, holding your hands out for him to help you up out of your seated position. he walked around to you and helped you up and you took a second to breathe before you started walking toward the bathroom. "uhh what are you doing?" he said confused as he watched you start taking off your, his, oversized shirt as you made your way into the bathroom. "i'm having a shower" you replied as you finally got into the bathroom.

"y/n, sweetheart, i love you so much but you're showering right now? we have to get you to the hospital the baby could just fall out of you right now" he panicked, following closely behind you, watching as you stepped into the shower, the water on your skin calming any nerves you had at that moment in time. "love it doesn't work like that" you laughed, leaning down to reach the shampoo but your contraction stopped you doing that, you winced loudly making Joseph make his way over to you.

"hey it's okay, breathe through it. what do you need me to grab?" he questioned, rolling up his sleeves before putting his hand on your back. "can you just get the shampoo, conditioner and the wash stuff? i don't wanna smell" you said as you eyes squeezed shut as your contraction felt worse. "why don't you sit down? i can wash your hair for you sweetheart" he suggested, you looked over and him and nodded your head. he put his hand out so he could help you sit down. he started washing your hair for you whilst you washed your body. he was very gentle, making sure no suds went into your eyes or on your face for that matter.

"are you scared now that it's actually happening? you asked Joseph as you rinsed your hair and body. "yeah i am. when you were sleeping earlier i said to her she needs to come out soon and i guess she took that literally. but i'm mainly excited to meet her, even if she's coming out a little earlier than we expected" he saw you were rinsed completely of suds and put his hands out so you could stand up and get ready to finally leave for the hospital.

you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body, your belly protruding out of it. as soon as you go to the sink you felt a contraction coming, you bent over the counter and breathed in deeply, each contraction becoming worse and worse with each one. "that one was a lot closer than the rest sweetheart, maybe you should just put on whatever and then we can go" Joseph said, his hands massaging your lower back as he watched your face change with the pain. you nodded and stood back up straight when it subsided. "i'm really proud of you you know" he said, taking your face into his hands, stroking your cheek softly. "and i'm really really happy that i'm having this baby with you and no one else. i love you"

he lent in a placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. he looked into your eyes with such adoration and love. it was like he was mesmerised by you and your presence. he had never felt so lucky in his entire life, not when he got his first role on tv, not when he became famous from playing Eddie on Stranger Things. all of those things made his career but he didn't care. he didn't care about the roles or money or the game he just cared about you. you had you. that was the most important thing to him. "now come on no more soppy shit let's have this baby" he said, quickly pecking your lips as he guided you back to the bedroom. his little girl was coming into the world and he couldn't be more excited.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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helloh, i love ur fanfic so much, huh i’m in a really sad mood lately and larissa is my comf character, can i ask some larissa x r fluff of just larissa being cute while comforting reader (reader just lost one of the most important person in their life and they are really sad and cries a lot recently / the person they’ve lost is not dead!), u can choose if larissa and reader are in a relation or nop

it’s oki if u don’t want to write it

:’ have a lovely trip! ily~

Hey lovely, I’m sorry you’ve been feeling sad recently but I’m glad that you are finding comfort in my fics.

Gone. Just like that.

*Authors note~ I'm in the mood for some angst so here we go*

Trigger warnings~ abandonment issues coming out

Prompt~ see ask^^

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Coming out is single handedly the hardest thing you would ever have to do. You knew that it would be hard, that most people probably wouldn't accept who and what you were. The feeling of fear is the soul reason why it has taken you so long to finally admit the truth. Your parents were absolutely disgusted by you, they told you that. And if you were honest you were expecting that reaction from them, that's why you told them at parents weekend. You were safe at Nevermore, the worst they could do is leave.

But what you weren't expecting was for your twin sister Melissa to react in such a manner. She told you just how disappointed and disgusted she was to be your sister. That really hurt. She was literally the other half of you and now she was rejecting you too. Your parents, sure you'd expected it but your Isa? No you never in your wildest dreams imagined she'd react like this. So when she left with your parents your heart shattered. The tears streaming down your face as you replayed her words over and over again.

"It's disgusting, unnatural, you aren't any sister of mine let alone my twin. I want nothing to do with you ever again and I hope you burn in hell for your sins" the venom in her words really cutting you deep every time you went over her words. How could she say such hateful things? You were her other half quite literally, identical twins. Yet here she was abandoning you too. As of today you had no family and that fact made you want to disappear. Maybe then everyone would be happier.

For days you locked yourself in your dorm room, crying out all the pain you felt. It was an uncontrollable pain one that felt like it would never go away. Your worst fear had come true. Being alone. Truly you were alone now, no family, not any friends and hell you had no support system. That is why you had gotten away with hiding for so long. After all did anyone actually care to check on you? No. They didn't, which is why you had lost everyone, because you deserved to be alone.

You had no idea just how worried the principal of Nevermore is about you. The poor women was going mad with worry. She had began checking all of your usual hang out spots, the food hall and your attendance records. None of which, gave her any information. Which is why after a few days and a few reports of hearing sobs coming from your dorm, she made her way to check.

Wanting to respect your privacy, yet not quite being able to make herself leave without seeing you, she knocked on your dorm. When there was no sign of any movement from inside the room, she reached into her pockets and unlocked the door. The sight that met her was absolutely heartbreaking.

You lay curled up in bed, all photo frames had been smashed, the room trashed and you curled up into the fetal position sobbing. Your shoulder were shaking violently yet the sound had long since stopped coming. This was so out of character for you and she had to help somehow. She made her way to sit on the edge of your bed, calling for you hoping to break through your state.

You shook and fought to wipe your falling tears, "p-pr-inciple- w-eems?"you whispered brokenly, your voice hoarse from all the crying. When you peaked out from your blankets she saw just how red raw your eyes were. How long had you been in this state? "Oh my darling, I'm here can you tell me what's upsetting you little one?" Her tone was light and motherly and all you could do is throw yourself into her body. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around you and started to rock you gently.

You managed to stutter out an incoherent explanation of what had happened. Surprisingly, she understood everything you said and responded by stroking your back and whispering words of reassurance and comfort. Reminding you that although the situation sucks, and it was really unfair your family couldn't see just how amazing you were.

She shared her stories of her own coming out and how that had been similar to your experience, the point to make you feel less alone and remind you that it's okay for you to be who you are and not feel guilty. There was nothing wrong with you, we love who we love and that's okay. For the first time in days, you finally felt at peace, snuggled into the older women's arms. Her calming actions and words never ceased. You told her stories of Isa and how much you loved your twin sister, how much it hurt you that she had left you too. She listened eagerly and reassured you that maybe Isa was struggling with her own issues, after all you had escaped to Nevermore while Isa hadn't. It was rare for one twin to be an outcast while another was a Normie which is why you often felt like an outsider in your own family.

Larissa made sure to remind you she was always here for you and Nevermore will always be your home. You don't have to hide here, be who you are freely and remember her door is always open to you. Day or night, if you need her she wanted you to come and find her. You nodded in response to her kind words and snuggled further into her.

Word count ~ 1056

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa x you #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #anon request

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Hi there, I like your one shots of Tech and Hunter. Would you mind writing something romantic Wrecker? Maybe he gets injured and reader takes care of him? Up to you! Thanks. : )

Oh you have no idea how badly I've been wanting to write something with him, and now you've given me the perfect excuse. This fic is pure fluff and romance. I hope you like it ♥️

Touches

After an encounter with Wrecker at the bath house in upper Pabu, you're realizing that the feelings you have for him may not be purely platonic, and he feels it too.

2.6k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags & Warnings; Wrecker x Reader, Wrecker x gn!Reader, fluff, mildly suggestive themes (nothing explicit), friends to lovers, massage, bathhouse, competitive Wrecker, competitive Reader, naps, cuddling, Wrecker is king of consent, one bed (bath in this case) trope, Pabu

Being on Pabu was like living in a dream. Even after the devastation left in the wake of the tidal wave, it was pure serenity after being on the run for so long. When Hunter had announced that we were staying, even if for a short time, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. The next day we all started to help with cleaning up around the village. Hunter was working with the Mayor to find people places to shelter while rebuilding. Tech and Phee were helping to assess what materials would be needed to rebuild. Omega was somewhere on the island with Shep’s daughter, which made me feel so happy that she had a friend her own age. As for me, I was on clean up with my favorite person and best friend. Wrecker. He could make any situation fun. In this case, we were competing for largest pile of seaweed. The houses were covered in it, and filling cart after cart had gone from tedious to exhilarating. Announcing over the comms what number we each were at every hour, kept us going all the way till sunset. After the day was done, we were invited to utilize the bathhouses that were located in upper Pabu. Actually it was more like we were begged to use the bathhouses because in truth we stank so bad after handling seaweed and sweating all day.

As I poured water over my self and washed out all the grime from my hair, I tried to remember the last time I had bathed like this. It couldn’t have been less than a month since I had scrubbed clean with unlimited water. It was a revelation. Once my skin felt clean and the water from my hair ran clear I made my way to the baths. Well actually it was more like… bath. I slid the door open and locked eyes on a stark naked Wrecker stepping into the hot water. My eyes widened and I averted my gaze. “Oh! Oh my! I’m so sorry!” I shouted, pulling my towel tight around me and startling him. I heard a loud splash and chance a peek. Wrecker was fully submerged in the water except for his head. He looked ridiculous and I couldn’t help but laugh. His expression was just as bewildered as mine.

“I thought that they meant… private baths. I didn’t– I didn’t think we would be… erm… sharing,” his face was cherry red. I bit back another laugh.

“Well it would appear it’s just the one… I can always come back when you’re done if that would make you more comf-” my sentence was interrupted abruptly by Wrecker.

“No!” He stood up and his chest was in full view. I had never seen him so… bare. I had always imagined him being very visibly muscular, but I was mistaken. He had prominent pectorals and a soft belly. Across his chest and down his stomach were dark hairs, they tapered down towards… I averted my gaze again. This time I was the one turning cherry red. Wrecker noticed and immediately spun around.

“I have an idea…” I announced.

He cleared his throat, “I’m… uh… listening.”

“The only problem is that we don’t want to see the other, right?” I posed the question.

There was a long pause. “Right,” he finally said.

“Well, if you promise not to look. Then I promise not to look. Deal?” I offered.

“Deal.” I could hear the grin he was wearing. He waded in further as I approached the steps leading in. I dropped my towel and sank into the warm water. I sighed as my muscles relaxed. I dipped down into the water to my neck, copying him.

“Okay… it’s safe.” I announced. He turned around and faced me, but still avoiding looking at me. The first minutes were… uncomfortable. I decided to try to break the tension.

“I hope you know I’m going to beat you tomorrow.” I proclaimed, knowing that his competitive side was his weakness. He let out a hearty laugh.

“In your dreams!” He declared.

I glared at him playfully, despite him not meeting my gaze. “Hey! I almost beat you today!”

“Ha! You wish!” He laughed again, finally looking at me. Once we passed that hurdle the rest of the bath was actually really relaxing. I sighed as the warm water soothed my aching muscles. I brought a hand up and started rubbing at a stubborn knot in my neck. Wrecker took notice and nodded at me, “You okay?”

I hissed in pain, “Yeah… it’s just this stupid knot. It’s been killing me for weeks.” Nothing I was doing was relieving it. I had my eyes screwed shut as I was trying to work it out in the hot water and I had been so focused I hadn’t heard him move toward me. When I opened my eyes he was standing right in front of me. His chest in full view again.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“What for?” I asked.

He folded his arms across his chest, had he always been this large, and asked me in return “Do you trust me?”

“Well… yeah of course.” I responded.

“Then…” he made a circle gesture with his index finger. This time I didn’t protest.

“Can you stand up a little more please?” He requested. “I promise I won’t look.” I stood up out of the water until I felt a hand on my shoulder. “There’s good. Thanks.” Then the hand on my shoulder started to knead and my tense muscles.

“Oh… Oh that’s nice…” I let my eyes roll back and I melted into the action. “I didn’t know you knew how to do this.” I stated.

“I’m full of surprises,” teased Wrecker. He worked his hands along my aching shoulders and neck until he found the knot. The moment he pressed into it a moan escaped my lips and we both froze. I felt a heat cross my cheeks and felt embarrassment bloom in my chest. I buried my face in my hands and began apologizing profusely.

“N-no need. It’s a normal response. But just… do you want me to help you with this knot or would you like me to stop?” He was being so kind and sincere about all of this, and I felt such security with him.

“I want to keep going… please.” My voice was small but he still heard me.

He still didn’t move his hands quite yet, and he spoke, “You make whatever sounds you need to then.”

I nodded and breathed out deeply as he began to work the knot in my neck. Despite what he said I still tried to hold back the noises, but then he hit a particular tender spot and I whimpered. From that point all the noises were free, grunts, moans, whines, all of it. But not once did he laugh or say anything about it. Eventually the knot was completely gone, and I hadn’t felt this good in weeks.

Wrecker patted me on the shoulders and said tauntingly, “See? Aren’t you glad you trust me?”

Without thinking a tipped my head back against his chest and said “I’ll always trust you…” It took me a moment to realize what I had just done. Sheer embarrassment flood my veins and I rushed out of the bath, thanking him hurriedly and covering myself in the towel. I dressed quickly so he wouldn’t be able to catch up to me. What was going on? Why was I thinking like this? I never used to get like this with him… these thoughts kept me up all night.

Wrecker and I met as usual that morning, acting like nothing happened last night. But I still couldn’t get him out of my head. I lost to him again purely because I was distracted by watching him moved bundles of wood in the sun. He ended up finishing long before me.

“Come find me when you’re finally done.” He had teased before heading back to the peak. After such a long day it felt good to fall back into the shade of the tree at the summit. Wrecker leaned up against the trunk with his armor in a heap nearby. He had his arms comfortably tucked behind his head and his eyes shut. My eyes lingered on his biceps, tracing over the prominent veins and sculpted muscle. Had his arms always looked this good? His head tipped to the side slightly and he spoke softly.

“How was your day?” Wrecker asked. He had always taken a genuine curiosity in what I had going on in my life, but I was only now starting to recognize it. Talking with him always gave me a warm feeling, and he always left me smiling. More things I hadn’t noticed until recently.

“It was good,” I offered him a sweet smile. “Long and a bit exhausting but good.”

Wrecker returned my smile with a large grin of his own. He patted the patch of grass beside him, inviting me to come sit beside him. I crawled toward him on all fours, which he seemed to watch with a mixture of amusement and… something else I couldn’t quite place. I took my place next to him against the tree.

“It’s much more comfortable against the tree, don’t you think?” He teased, putting his hands back behind his head. I took a deep breath and smelled something wonderful. A heavy scent of chopped wood, sunlight, and an indescribable sweet musk. I turned my head toward the man beside me and took another whiff. This time he heard and lowered his arms.

“Oh, sorry. I probably stink,” he laughed.

I shook my head and replied, “Not at all. Actually, you smell kinda… good.”

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at me, as if what I said was something in a different language. “What?” I asked, feeling a little defensive.

He suppressed an amused smile and shook his head as he returned to his prior position, “Nothin’. Just… no one’s ever said I smelled good before.”

I bit my lip and felt a blush bloom across my cheeks. Why was I feeling this way around him now? I hadn’t recognized it till last night but Wrecker makes me feel a flutter in my stomach when he looks at me or touches me in any way. That didn’t used to happen before. Or… or maybe it has been happening all along and I just never had the chance to notice because there was always something else. Now I was relaxed, and he’s right there. I shifted and my thigh brushed against his and I felt my heart leap in my chest. I decided to just stay still and close my eyes.

This is Wrecker, I reminded myself. I have nothing to be nervous about. This is still the same man who has given me lessons in explosives and shared mantell mix with. Nothing has changed. He’s still my closest friend and… and… my thoughts went blank as his arm fell onto my shoulders.

My head was spinning and my heart was racing. Wrecker must have noticed me tense up or my breathing quicken because he shifted next to me and spoke my name softly into my ear. Chills erupted all over my skin and I turned my head to look at him.

“Yeah?” My voice was trembling.

“Is this okay?” He asked, “Because if you don’t like it I can-” he had started to remove his arm, but I had moved without thinking and had grabbed his hand to keep him in place.

I chewed my lip nervously, my eyes still fixed on him. He took his free hand from behind his head and used his large thumb to pull my lower lip from between my teeth. I took a shaky breath as he did so.

“Relax… it’s just me. You don’t have to be nervous,” he ran his thumb across my lower lip once and removed his hand. I melted under the touch. With that reminder and a deep breath I was able to relax into him. My head fell against his chest and I was shocked to hear that, despite his composure, his heart was racing even faster than mine. I smiled to myself, happy with the fact that he was feeling the same way.

He’s feeling the. Same. Way.

“Wrecker,” I attempted to move, so I could ask him my burning question. However his large arm curled around me and held me tighter to his chest.

“Shhh… it’s okay. I want to enjoy this for now. We can talk later…” he soothed and assured me. I nodded against his chest in agreement, but I wasn’t going to just drop this. After sitting together like that a little longer it began to feel…normal. Natural even. His breathing had turned to snoring, and those snores lulled me to sleep.

I didn’t wake up until it was late into the night. Wrecker had shifted in his sleep, and in the process lifted me from my spot, as I was now curled up in his lap as he cradled me in his arms. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake him up. However, he was already up. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was still gritty with sleep, and it was like music in my ears.

I sat up and blinked at him. I still had sleep in my eyes, but I could make out his face perfectly. His tan skin was illuminated by the light of the moon that was high in the sky.

It took me a moment to wake up enough to form words, but it finally happened, “Y-yeah. I did actually.”

“Good,” he pulled me in to a warm hug and softly admitted, “Me too… best sleep ever.”

I buried my face in his neck and took a deep breath.

I spoke without thinking, “I want to live in this hug. This is home.”

He held me tighter into him, “This is home.” He repeated back in agreement.

“Wrecker, I-” I pulled back from the hug to look into his eyes, but lost all words when I saw the way he was looking at me. He had the warmest smile and his eyes were flicking between mine and my lips. Both his hands came up to cup my face and we simultaneously leaned into each other Our lips crashed into each other in a soft but needy kiss. Like all of the years of compassion for each other was being expressed in this singular kiss. His tongue grazed against my bottom lip. A silent question, that I happily answered ‘yes’ to by allowing him entry. He tasted divine. I hummed happily into the kiss and sank into him. His hands glide down from my face to my waist. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and we remained in this embrace for an eternity, or at least till we ran out of breath. Finally we broke apart, breathlessly.

He chuckled contently, and brought his hand back up to brush through my hair, “I have been wanting to do that since our second night here…” he confessed.

“Why…didn’t you?” I breathed out with my nose tucked against his.

“I wasn’t sure you felt the same way… I needed to make sure you wouldn’t hate me if I did…” he sounded so sincere.

I pulled him into another kiss, softer and shorter than the last one. Then I responded, with my mouth still against his, “I could never hate you.”

He smiled against my mouth and kissed me again. This time he shifted me in his arms, and with breaking away, he stood up and set me down on the ground. The moment our lips parted he pulled me into a tight hug and lifted me off the ground, spinning me in circles.

“I’m so happy. You make me so happy," Wrecker stated. He pressed his lips to mine once more, and I was in pure bliss.

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#the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch #tbb #tbb fanfiction #tbb fanfic #bad batch fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #bad batch #wrecker x reader #reader x wrecker #you x wrecker #wrecker x you #fluff #pure fluff #romance #friends to lovers #request

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homomenhommes · 7 months

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I lifted a short story that I found recently when checking the rumours that George Armstrong Custer was homosexual. I hope the author won't mind me repeating his bitter-sweet little tale from 'Notes From The Frontier' ........

The frontier offered all sorts of freedoms and many went west to live in ways they couldn't further east. Here's an amazing and heartbreaking story: When George Armstrong Custer's 7th Cavalry was posted at Fort Lincoln (North Dakota), one of his corporals, John Noonan, married a woman who had been Custer's long-time laundress. She also baked delicious pies and was the fort's resident midwife. She had a nurturing manner with the pregnant wives of the soldiers and always asked: "Are you comf?" Noonan and his wife had been married happily for many years until one day he came back from a scouting expedition to find his wife had died. On her deathbed, Mrs. Noonan had begged that her body be buried directly and not bathed and prepared for burial. But Mrs. Custer and the ladies did not heed her request. Mrs. Custer left to pick wild flowers for her dead friend. She returned only to discover that Mrs. Noonan had, in fact, been a man. Bereft of the loss of his wife, Corporal Noonan killed himself several days later. Elizabeth Custer was not judgmental. "Poor old dear," she said of Mrs. Noonan. "I hope she is finally 'comf.'

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comfy-whumpee · 8 months

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Unbroken

Whumptober 5, "It's broken." Referenced ableism.

Ellis is back! For comf this time. @bloodybrambles, @wildfaewhump, @lektric-whump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @rosesareviolentlyread, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @burtlederp, @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Iz gets to her feet as he steps out of the treatment room. He's looking a little flustered, but not in a bad way, and he's got printouts. She'd sat outside, letting him go in and face the appointment alone with the promise she was right there if he wanted her. One of the things she tried to do for him: assume Ellis can do something independently, but make sure he knows how to get help.

She wishes she'd been there to listen and memorise the conversation. But maybe that's why the printouts are in his hands.

She draws his attention gently, joining to move alongside him. "Hey, boo. You good?"

"I'm good," he agrees absently. She takes his elbow to steer him around a waiting room chair as they head for the exit. He's reading his printout.

She glances at the header. HIP AND KNEE EXERCISES.

Fucking finally. It had taken long enough to get him to the appointment. He was so used to the way his knee acted, and it had taken way too much persuasion that there were still things that could be done for it. Typical Ellis, ready to just accept pain forever.

They step outside into the sun. He looks up at that. It's still something he takes in with deliberate enjoyment. Outdoors. Fresh air. Sunlight.

She steers him clear of the smoking area, but he's paying attention now, and heads over to her bike without nudging.

"Straight home or out somewhere?" she asks him, passing him her spare helmet.

He looks down at it in his hands. He thinks. There isn't anyone at home, so it's not like he has to get back for anyone. They could go anywhere and do anything. Iz never really got over that realisation, once she turned 16 and nobody was going to call her folks for her not showing up to school. She could just get on her bike and go anywhere. It wasn't a motorbike back then, but the idea was the same. Nobody would know or worry, as long as she came back.

"Home," he says. He's not like her. He's had a tiring meeting with the doctor and he wants some rest.

"You got it." She blows him a kiss and he climbs on behind her, arms looping snug around her waist. It settles something for her to feel him there, tucked against her back. He rests his cheek between her shoulder blades. Safe.

The ride is pretty quick, and she keeps a steady pace so he doesn't get nervous. He's still getting used to riding with her, and she's wary of startling him with sudden acceleration or loud revs. One day, she hopes he'll get to enjoy a proper fast ride with her, but not while he's still jumpy. She just gets to enjoy him hugging her the whole way.

When they pull up, he takes off his helmet straight away, and of course his hair looks totally unaffected. She knows she's got the squashed helmet look, but it doesn't make any damn difference when his hair is just flat and long anyway. He doesn't exactly shake his locks out like an 80s babe, but it's enough to catch her eye for a minute as she's meant to be locking up.

Then he's heading to his front door, and all she has to do is follow.

She finally gets all the info out of him when they're sat down. He pulls the printouts from his bag and looks them over again, with her reading over his shoulder unabashedly.

It's all physio exercises, which isn't that surprising. So she asks, "What did the doc say?"

"I have to do these every day," he flips through the sheets. The bald figure-man who demonstrates the exercises looks hilariously deadpan about waving his legs like windscreen wipers. "And the want to do an x-ray and maybe get me a cane."

"Oh, a cane makes sense," she says, instead of focusing on the fucking x-ray they want to do. They really think it's fucked up if they're doing that. Rozen said once that they thought he'd have to have surgery, but Iz had shrugged it off as pessimism. Maybe they would have to put it back together.

"I guess," he murmurs.

"I know a couple people our age with 'em," she says, guessing at his uncertainty. "My mate with EDS brings hers out when she's having a flare-up, like the pain is extra bad. It just makes things a bit less exhausting, right? And I know a guy, back at uni, I think he couldn't stand up for long periods so the cane helped with that. I think that was it anyway, I didn't ask."

He listens to her but he doesn't reply. She wants to keep going, but she leans back again, letting him stew. He needs the time. She's got it. She knows.

Nic's the same, actually. Digging deep takes them a minute. But Ellis doesn't even have to go deep; anything but the top layer is hard. Having depths was banned.

When she thinks she's given him long enough, she offers a nudge. "What's on your mind?"

"It makes me worry," he admits. He doesn't play around at not having thoughts anymore, not with her. "People will ask what's wrong. I don't know what to say. I can't say it's broken, because it's not, but maybe it is?"

"You say 'mind your own'." It's not very Ellis to say it that way, she has to admit, but her first instinct is honest bluntness. She tries to adjust to how he might be approaching it. "You don't owe anyone your life. You can have things you keep to yourself and tell people to butt out. Especially medical stuff."

He leans against her, which she calls a win. "I'll try."

She picks up his spare hand. They've never named what they are, and she's pretty much cool with that, but sometimes she thinks it would be nice to know. It would be nice to call herself something. Call him her something. But if he doesn't want those labels, she gets it. He's had enough of being someone else's.

He relaxes against her, and that's enough. When she takes the papers and leans back to read them more closely, he shifts to stay with her, eyes drifting shut. She'll take him to his other appointments, too. To the hospital, to the physio, to get his cane and whatever else. It's gonna be a while before his stamina builds up. He needs the ride and he needs someone there with him, and she just wants to be around him.

She reads through the exercises. They're not so different to what she does at the gym. She'll do them with him, if she's around at the time he picks. It'll be like normalising it, she thinks, if they're both just doing it together.

If he naps, he drops into it so quietly she doesn't hear it. But after a while she switches back to her phone, writing an update text to Nic for when they're on their break. Then she's scrolling while Ellis rests.

Nic messages back just after one o'clock. Good that he got through it alone. Will look at the exercises. Imagining him with stickers on a cane in the future.

He's napping on me now, Iz returns. Will shop for sticker packs.

Napping on you? Think he knows you're touch starved? ;P

Shut.

She tosses the phone down. Stares at the wall. Watches Ellis from the corner of her eye. Picks the phone up again.

What are we tho???

Ask him!

His tiny breathing snuffles are so cute. She almost wishes that asshole was still around so she could take her crowbar to his knees. See how he likes it.

She's not gonna wake him up just to fix her insecurities. She'll try to get into a paper she's been meaning to read. Elliptical galaxies aren't going to understand themselves.

She wonders if anyone has ever counted the freckles on his hands.

She wonders if he'd be like this to anyone who was nice to him.

She pulls up her PDF and reads.

#whumptober2023 #no.5 #it's broken #comfort #recovery whump #broken bones #ellis #iz #nic #pining

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julieverne · 1 year

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Every now and then Maura disappears somewhere in her house. If Jane stays over, if she has a nightmare, she goes to the master bedroom for comfort, but Maura isn't there and she ends up in the kitchen alone with a hot cocoa that Angela makes when she sees the light on.

It drives Jane crazy. Maura's car is still there, and so is the bike. Angela says she never sees her leave at night without Jane. It's a mystery, and the thing about mysteries is that Jane solves them.

She always solves them.

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Jane lies awake, the guest bedroom door opened a crack. She listens for the creak of Maura's bed springs, waits for the nail she balanced on top of the bedroom door to drop.

It doesn't, and when she goes to check, Maura is somehow gone.

Right. Massachusetts was on the underground railway, probably. And the witches had some way to get around, not that Maura is a witch. Boston is steeped in all sorts of culture.

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When Maura is on a date a week later, Jane comes over and taps all the walls. She lifts the rug and tests the floorboards. Nothing. She sighs in frustration.

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A week later she's back, standing outside Maura's bedroom, waiting, listening. If it was anyone else doing this it would be creepy, but Jane just wants to know where Maura goes for her own safety. She can't protect her if she doesn't know where she is. If there's a fire, Jane doesn't know where she is. She hears Maura's soft footfalls and rests her ear against the door. She's headed for the closet. Jane nods to herself and opens the door.

Maura isn't there, and there's once again no sign of where she's gone. Jane goes into the closet, looking through. Of course Maura did some Narnia bullshit. Jane reaches into the back of the coat closet and finds a small doorknob. She turns it, and once the door opens she hears some censored swearing. She looks through the crack in the door, the wool of the coats brushing against her.

It's a massive theatre room. There are rainbow fairy lights on the ceiling and walls, beanbags and recliners facing a wall. There is a desk with one of those serious computers Jane makes fun of, the ones that glow different colours. There's a projector somewhere; there must be because no one has a tv that big. Maura is on rainbow road, and she cusses again. It's adorable, she's adorable sitting there cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward, bending as she steers. She wins and she leaps to her feet, spinning in an excited circle. She sees Jane's face and freezes. Jane is ashamed of herself when she sees the elation fade to fear.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried about you. I like to know where you are, and you know I don't sleep well."

"Well, now you know. You should also know that video games have been proven to assist surgeons with dexterity and response time." Maura's voice is stiff, as though she's worried Jane will make fun of her.

"Got a second controller?" Jane asks. "I can't sleep, anyway."

There's an electric kettle and a microwave and a sink in here somehow. Jane makes the hot cocoa she'd normally have after a nightmare, and she makes one for Maura too. Jane used to be good at these games, but the controllers dig into her palms, and Maura is a serious contender.

"I don't understand why you'd hide something like this," Jane says finally, putting the controller down and shaking her hands. "It's awesome. Frankie and Tommy would propose to you immediately if they knew about it."

"They're not exactly the Rizzoli's I want proposing to me," Maura says quietly, focused as she snipes another bad guy. "And I thought you'd make fun of me. Video games seem... childish. They don't fit my image."

"You said the world's top neurosurgeons clock 10 to 30 hours a week playing video games," Jane points out. "Lots of adults play video games." She sips her hot cocoa. "And looks at your ranking! You could go pro." Jane sipped her cocoa again. "I hope you don't mind that I came looking for you. I stay here because I want to be with you, not because your bed is comfortable."

"My bed is comfortable," Maura said yawning. "Did you know that there are studies that suggest playing Tetris after a traumatic experience lessens the severity of PTSD?"

"Is that why you downloaded it on my phone?" Maura nods, looking sleepy. "Come on, we have to get back to the office in a few hours." Maura nods again, lets Jane help her to her feet. Jane rinses out the mugs and Maura turns off the projector and overhead lights, waiting for Jane in the glow of the fairy lights and the glow the closet light casts into the dark room. Jane pauses next to Maura, facing her in the narrow doorway.

"Time to go back in the closet," Jane jokes, and Maura grasps the front of Jane's flannel pyjamas and pulls her forward, tugging her down until her cocoa-sweet lips meet Jane's in a tentative kiss. Jane swallows sharply but she doesn't pull away; she lets her hands rest on Maura's hips, swallows again and finally relaxes, softened by Maura being vulnerable, by Maura destroying newbs online, by Maura taking control.

"Tommy and Frankie can never know about this," Jane says sternly when she finally pulls away. Maura stiffens in her arms. "I mean the room, not..." Jane leans in to kiss Maura again, puts some of her pent-up longing into it, enough to have Maura melt under her hands again. "I'm ready to tell everyone about this as soon as you are."

#rizzles #rizzoli and isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzoli & isles #rizzles ficlet #rizzles fanfic

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mystargirl-interlude · 9 months

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SHADES OF COOL

could be read on its own or as a part three of mirrorball

y/n's album :

Two days have passed since my weekly performance at the bar and it is now Monday which means my debut album comes out in one week and me and Eddie may have splurged a bit to advertise the album in larger cities across the globe.

Pulling up the the school I'm met by the staring of nearly everyone in the lot, quickly speed walking over to eddies van I bombard him with questions asking why everyone is staring at me

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie" I say while sprinting over to him

"Why the fuck is everyone staring at me" I ask

"apparently someone from the school found saw us at the bar and told everyone, but hey its fine I mean it was bound to happen, word travels fast in a small ass town. he reassures me

"you're right" I reply sighing

"w-" im cut off by the bell ringing

":guess that's our que" he says

"yep" I quickly reply

walking into class I head to the back to sit in my usual chair, going to put my bag in the seat next to me which is usually empty I notice this time its not. Looking up I see the one and only Billy Hargrove sitting next to me

"oh sorry I thought the seat was empty"

I say looking away quickly

"no worries" he replies and then its just a few seconds of awkward silence

"hey I know this is a really far reach but do you wanna hang out later after school?" I hear him ask.

thinking I heard him wrong I turn my head towards him

"sorry?" I question

'I said do you wanna hang out later?" her repeats chuckling

:Yeah totally!" I quickly reply

turning away to give my attention back to the teacher.

I then feel him slide me a note saying to meet him at the parking lot after school

After along 7 hours of school im finally meeting billy in the parking lot

"hey!" he says to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder

"hey" I reply with a large grin.

walking to his car I receive 10x the amount of stares than this morning but I pay no mind to it. getting inside his car I see a younger girl come our way on a skate board from the middle school

"that's my dads wife's daughter, just ignore her" he says with a tone that I can't quite put my finger on

she opens the back door and immediately looks at me and rolls her eyes

"a new girl already?" she says with a scoff

"when are you ever going to learn to shut the fuck up maxine" billy replies loudly

I don't want to get involved so I stay quiet.

about halfway through the car ride I turn my body around to face max

"hey, you're really pretty" I whisper so only she can hear but terribly fail.

she scoots a bit closer to me

so at this point we are almost touching noses both grinning

"thanks so are you" she says with a slight laugh

"most of the girls he bring home dont even look my way, so I really appreciate this" she says backing up

I give her one last smile before turning back to my original position. its shocks me how mature she is for her age. I look at the corner of my eye to billy and see him trying to bite back his smile.

when we get to the house max gets out first and me and billy follow her into the house.

I know Billys reputation in Hawkins isn't the best and he's known for sleeping with girls and never talking to them again but a part of me feels like this is going to be different, or at least hoping its going to me different. I see him in constant fights at school and always living in shades of cool, but I hope fix him, make him better.

walking into his room I take a look around, observing my surroundings. sitting down on his bed we begin talking about the most random things and as the minutes pass by we get closer and closer to each other without realizing it until we our faces are basically touching. we both stop talking and just observe each others faces.

billy takes his chance and locks our lips together into a heated make-out session and im guessing you know what's going to happen next.

we are both laying on the bed under the covers afterward, we got dressed and decided to get comfortable until we hear a car door slam and the front door open, I feel billy tense up next to me and quickly get up. as he walks out the door I hear shouting and it goes on for a good minute and I decided for crack the door open to see what's going on and I see billy being shoved against a wall and punched by who I assume is his dad.

my eyes widening I quickly but quietly close the door and sit back down on the bed.

eventually billy comes back in the room with red eyes

"are you okay" I whisper

I see his face quickly harden

"you need to get the fuck out of my house." he says with no emotion

"im sorry?" I say making sure I heard him right

"you were just a quick fuck and now you need to get the fuck out!"

"billy let me remind you that you fucking drove me here"

"then find a way home I dont care, now leave!" we yells back and this has basically become a yelling match

"god im so stupid" I scoff walking out going the direction of my house

Billy Hargrove

I ruined the only good thing I had going for me.

she was the one person I enjoyed being around and I cant even keep her around.

Her pov

as soon as I get home I plug in my heated blanket and grab my notebook and start writing until my hand cramps up. two hour later I come out with a song called Norman fucking Rockwell! and seven I also made the dumb decision the call Eddie and see if we can get this on the album one week before it comes out luckily we made the changes and were able to have that and one other song.

the next day I get out of my car and see billy with his arms around another girl.

I dont know what I expected. eyes watering I look away and make my way to class.

Billy ignored me the entire day but of course out came a song that I called shades of cool.

during lunch me and Eddie were messing around in the music room trying to find different beats for both songs unfortunately we had to get back to class but the school is going to be open after school due to basket ball practice. after school me and Eddie bolt towards the music room to meet his band mates to help us.

after an hour of messing around with the keyboards and other instruments we come up the the beat to nfr and I start recording right away

Billy Hargrove

basket ball practice ran one fucking hour over. the last 20 minutes of practice was for the freshman training so I didn't have to be there so I decided to walk around the school to see iff Tina was still here. passing by all the empty classrooms I hear talking a music coming out of one of them, I come to find out that its the music room so I pay no attention to it until I hear a familiar voice and I realize that its Y/N, quietly walking up to the cracked door I stand there to listen.

I hear the voice of Munson and y/n talking and then the music start up again.

God damn, man child you fucked me so good I almost said I love you.

that was the intro to the song and my first impressions where that it was either about me or Eddie but I doubt Eddie because they look very platonic and I'm pretty sure eddies gay.

as I hear the song end I bolt out of the school with my mind running a million miles an hour and decide to just sleep on it.

spring break is the next day so me and my "family" are going back to California for the week which gives me time to think on the whole y/n thing

her pov

The band and I have been working dusk till dawn every day a long with our producer jack (please tell me you get the reference) and Eddie has been talking to his friend from Chicago who's dad works for the music festival lollapalooza but unfortunately spring break comes to an end and we have to go back to school.

Entering the school parking lot I immediately spot billy surprisingly not with a new girl. me and Eddie are talking about what to do after school when the bell cuts him off and everyone starts heading in, walking to the doors I pass by billy without batting and eye towards him.

I have first period with Billy and not even five minutes into class I hear the intercom come on and its calling me and Eddie to the front office and as she's still talking I already hear snickers from girls around me, rolling my eyes I grab my stuff heading out the door to meet Eddie since he's only next door

"what do you think we did this time" he asks

"literally nothing, I haven't been in school in 1 week and we've been back for five minutes" I reply in a hurry

as we get to the office the front desk lady hands us to envelopes, confused we both grab the paper and I check the information and my eyes widen as I see its coming from Chicago.

"oh my fucking god, Eddie do you think its him" I ask

ripping open the paper

I skim over the paragraph and see the confirmation telling us we have a spot at 5:30 pm at Lollapalooza at the main west stage

"HOLY SHIT" we both scream grabbing his hand running through the halls as the bell rings we head to the music room knowing the band is there because we happen to all have a free period

we happen to pass billy talking to Tina but I'm too excited to care but he gives us a confused look as we bolt pass him

"y/n!" I hear billy yell but my feet cannot slow down from all the adrenaline.

We tell the band about everything that has happened and to make everything better our album comes out tomorrow and I have been to scared to check the record pre orders so we are going to wait until midnight when the album is officially out. after calming down we all head to our next class and before we know it its lunch time so I head out to go to the field outside to spend lunch on the bleachers. writing in my journal I hear footsteps and feel someone sit next to me, not bothering to look up I hear them clear their throat and finally looking up I see its billy.

"oh fuck n-" I yell before getting cut off

"please just let me speak" he says sounding defeated

"I know what I did was fucked up but I'm not used to someone seeing what you saw.. actually no one has, and I really like you and I want to make this work and I know we don't know each other well so I understand if you need time or want to start slo-" I cut him off my slapping him in the face with all my force

"fUCk you have a lot of force for such a small person"

"thank you." I say just above a whisper

"for what?"

"for apologizing, not everyone would do that, but yeah I'm going to need some time but I also want to make this work" I say with a smile

his face turns into a grin before he gets this look like he remembered something

"yeah?" I ask

" so I went to California this year and on the drive there I saw this billboard.."

"oh! um yeah about that"

"I'm really proud of you" he says

"thank you" I quietly say

"can I hear it?' he asks

"meet me right here after school" I say getting up as I hear the bell ring

he smiles getting up with me

walking down the bleachers together we begin going our separate ways before I stop

"billy!" I yell

he turns around with a confused look and I run up to him giving him a light kiss

I start to pull back but then he grabs my head pulling me into a deeper kiss. both smiling into it we pull apart

"see ya after" I grin walking away

authors note:

UGH IM SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE I have been writing this one chapter since July its not even funny and its only 2.1k words lmfao but here it is

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #lana del rey #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader smut #billy hargrove blurb

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actress4him · 1 year

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March Trope-A-Thon Day 5

I don’t normally post two fics in one day but I’m trying to catch up a little haha.

More comf for Lili, which everyone loves to demand!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps , @bookworm2107

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Fandom: Original Work

Prompts: Fevers, Cold/Flu, Blankets and a Hot Drink

Notes: Takes place between chapters 12 and 13. Can be seen as a sequel to this snippet.

Contains: lady whump, cold and fever, reference to past homelessness, reference to noncon drugging

Liliana knew it was coming for a whole day before it fully hit. Her throat had been scratchy when she woke up, becoming actually sore by evening, but all she’d known to do was drink a glass of orange juice and ignore it.

That’s what she’s trying to do this morning, too, despite the fact that she woke up unable to breathe through her nose at all and feeling like she hadn’t slept in days. Part of her wanted to curl up and attempt to go back to sleep, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t work and knew she should get up and eat something, anyway. The team worked so hard to get her stomach used to normal meals again, she doesn’t want to throw all that away.

So she gets up, and dresses in the warmest things she can find - a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve tee that Nari bought for her on their shopping trip, some fuzzy socks that had randomly appeared on her bed one day, and a hoodie that used to be Alex’s and therefore swallows her whole. She’s tried to give it back to him multiple times, and he refuses to take it. Then she ventures out of her room and shuffles toward the kitchen, glad to find it empty.

She’s not really hungry. Despite the number of options on hand which still blows her mind some days, nothing really sounds good. She pours herself another glass of orange juice and sits at the kitchen table sipping it, trying to decide what she can stomach that she actually has the energy to make, and coming up blank. Even making a piece of toast seems like too much work when she’d also have to get out butter or jam to spread on it.

Finally she forces herself to pour a quarter of a bowl of dry cereal and sits back at the table, picking at it with her fingers and staring out the window at the river rolling peacefully by.

“Oh hello, Liliana, I didn’t know you were in here.” Quinn smiles pleasantly at her as he enters the kitchen. “You’re usually already done with breakfast by now.”

She puts on a smile of her own, though she can tell how weak it looks. “I slept late this morning.”

He just hums and nods, but gives her a long sideways look before opening the refrigerator. “Are you feeling alright today?”

Shoot. She’d been hoping no one would notice, or that she could stay hidden in her room most of the day and not encounter anyone. Swallowing her cereal and trying not to grimace at the pain in her throat, she searches for a good answer. “I-I’m, um…tired today, I, I guess.”

Quinn sets the egg carton on the island counter and stares at her. She tries not to squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. “Are you sure? I don’t mean to pry, but…you sound like you might be sick.”

Liliana shrugs, suddenly finding her glass of orange juice incredibly interesting to look at. “Y-yeah. Maybe, maybe just a-a cold. Nothing to worry about.”

He hums again. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you running a fever, or anything?”

“Probably? I-I feel…cold. And, and warm. So…” She shrugs again, as if that gesture alone makes everything less of a problem.

A few seconds later, he walks up and sets a thermometer on the table next to her. “We should keep an eye on it, make sure it doesn’t go up too high.”

For a moment she just stares at it, trying not to think about her mamà snuggling up next to her to hold her still while they waited for the thermometer to beep. She wants to say that it’s fine, she survived a cold on the streets without knowing what her temperature was or taking medicine or even having things like hoodies and orange juice to help. She wants to say no thank you, because if they have confirmation that she’s sick they might inject her with unknown medication and quarantine her, like at the facility.

But she obediently picks up the thermometer and takes her temperature, reading the small digital numbers aloud afterward with only slight trepidation. “One-hundred-and-one point four.”

It’s at that exact moment that Nari walks into the room, dressed in workout clothes with a sheen of sweat across her face. “Wait, Lili, are you sick?”

“She is,” Quinn answers for her. “One-hundred-one point four temperature.”

“It’s just a c-cold,” she’s quick to insert.

Nari crosses over to her and crouches down next to her chair. “Poor thing. You sound all stuffed up. Don’t you wanna go sit somewhere more comfortable? We can take your cereal and juice into the living room and get you set up on the couch.”

Liliana is quickly becoming overwhelmed by all this attention. “I-I was, I was j-just going to, to go back to my r-room when I finished. I d-don’t want to, to bother anyone…”

“Oh you can go back to your room if you’d rather. I just thought maybe you’d want to be in the living room where you could watch tv or a movie or something if you got bored, and have company if you wanted it. But that’s totally up to you.”

Watching a movie and having company does sound nice. She’s afraid that that will mean they feel like they have to keep checking on her and doing things for her, though. After considering the pros and cons for a moment, though, she finally slowly nods. “O-okay. The couch is, the couch is fine.”

“Cool! I’ll be right back, okay? I’m just gonna go prep the couch for you. I think Alex and Jamil might be in there playing a video game, but we can kick them out if we need to.”

Before Liliana can protest that, Nari is off, disappearing through the doorway.

“Is there anything that I can get for you?” Quinn asks. “I’m going to scramble some eggs for myself, would you like any?”

She looks down at the cereal she’s barely touched. The protein in the eggs would be better for her. And since he’s already making some… “If…if you don’t m-mind?”

“Not at all.” He sets to work cracking the eggs into the skillet he’d already prepared, humming quietly to himself.

It’s Alex who enters next, a frown on his usually jovial face. “Hey, Lil. Nari said you’re sick.”

She tries to smile at him because he doesn’t look right being so serious. “I-I’m okay. You, you don’t have t-to stop playing your game.”

He shrugs. “Well, if it doesn’t bother you, we might keep playing for a while and just keep the volume down. Is it okay if I touch you?”

The question catches her off guard. “Um…y-yes?”

“Alright, here we go!” Before she can blink, he’s scooped her up out of her chair, carrying her out into the hallway like a baby. “I call this the ‘Xtra Xpress’! Get it? ‘Cause my name’s Xtra…?”

Liliana is too busy remembering how to breathe to respond. She hasn’t been carried since she was a tiny kid. And of course she knows that Alex is super strong and her weight is nothing for him, but the surprise of it still blows her away.

They arrive in the living room, where an anime character is paused mid sword swing on the tv and Nari is arranging pillows on the couch. “I hope you don’t mind, Lili, I snuck into your room and grabbed your pillow. I figured that would be the most comfortable for you. And I’ve got it propped up right now so you can eat, but you can take the others away and lie down whenever you want to.”

Alex settles her carefully down onto the cushions. “Thank you for riding the Xtra Xpress, this is our final stop for the tour.”

“Thanks,” she manages to whisper, scooting herself back against the pillows.

Jamil arrives then with an overflowing armload of blankets. “I raided my closet for all the coziest and softest blankets. Just tell me when to stop.” He begins layering them on top of her one by one, stopping to make sure each one is smoothed out and fully covering her.

“That’s, that’s fine, th-thank you.” It’s just a cold. They’re all being so over-the-top nice to her, spending all this time and energy on her and giving her their own things. She wishes she could tell them to stop, but she doesn’t want to be rude and also…

She kind of likes it. It…feels good, to finally have somebody care about her like this again.

“I’m going to go make you some tea,” Nari announces, dropping a box of tissues onto the couch. She knows Liliana likes hot tea and will try most any food or drink, anyway. “I’ll be back. Boys…” She narrows her eyes and points her finger back and forth between Alex and Jamil. “Behave yourselves and let her rest.”

“We will!” Jamil promises.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alex salutes jauntily, then snatches up the video game controller and plops into an armchair.

Jamil settles down onto the floor in front of Liliana’s feet. “You okay with us playing?”

“Mhm.” She nods a little, and he smiles at her.

It’s only a minute later that Quinn leans over the back of the couch with a plate of scrambled eggs. “Here you are. I believe Nari is making you some Baesuk.”

“Thank you. She, she said something about tea.”

She slowly nibbles at the eggs, half-watching the anime character destroy monsters on the screen. Quinn doesn’t cook much, but he makes decent scrambled eggs. They’re hitting the spot much better than the dry cereal.

The plate has been empty for a few minutes when Nari comes back with a steaming mug of tea. “Here you go! It’s got bae - which is Korean pear - black peppercorns, ginger, and honey. It’s great for colds.” Passing over the mug, she whisks the plate off her lap. “Anything else I can get you?”

“N-no, thank you, you’ve…you’ve done plenty. I, I appreciate a-all of this.”

Nari smiles softly. “Of course, jagiya.” It’s a pet name, like ‘honey’, she’d finally learned. “If you need anything, just…kick this guy in the back of the head to get his attention or something,” she laughs, gesturing at Jamil.

“What did I ever do?” he protests, but also gives Liliana a grin over his shoulder to let her know it’s okay.

Nari leaves, and the only sounds in the room are faint music and effects from the video game. Liliana sips at her tea, the heat and honey soothing her sore throat. She gets through about half the mug before she gets too overwhelmingly tired to stay sitting up any longer.

Twisting around, she attempts to set the mug on the end table, catching Jamil’s attention who jumps up to help. Not only does he take the mug, but he also helps her with the pillows once he finds out her goal.

The video game sounds get even quieter as she curls up and closes her eyes, a tissue clutched in her hand.

#amow tropeathon 2023 #sickfic #cold/flu #fevers #blanket and a hot drink #lady whump #lady whumpee #querencia #liliana the healer #quinn the leader #nari the hero #alex the hero #jamil the hero #team as family #fluff #comfort #whump writing

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Sugar Mommy Ch 7

Warnings: language, sass/bantering, minor alcohol consumption.

Bored out of your mind was what you would reply with if anyone was going to ask you how you were right now. And getting antsy, you had places to be. Unfortunately, Barba was stuck in court, and you needed everything the prosecution had on the Harrison case. Carmen had let you into his office to wait before she took off for the day. You were sitting on the couch, dropping your phone onto the cushion beside you as your head lolled over, eyes scanning the desk. You were sure the files you needed were in one of the neatly arranged piles, but the last thing you wanted was to get yelled at for digging through privy information.

Rita had briefly been texting with you throughout the afternoon while she worked through getting Harrison’s statement and account of the even, beginning to dig through his past a little bit. She told you to just head home after you left Barba’s office, and you were ever so eager for a bit of free time before the Gala tonight.

Finally the A.D.A strode his way into the office, eyes distracted with his voice, his steps faltering at the movement out of the corner of his eye as he realized you were on the couch.

“Miss Russell. Suppose you’re here for the Harrison case?”

“You always keep people waiting this long, or is it just the defence? Some of us have places to be.” You quipped back without even thinking. You’d gotten so comfortable in a work setting you’d dropped any formalities, any interaction with Cutler was flirted through, you got along with Casey well enough you’d been out for drinks a couple of times, and with Rita…well…it was safe to say you were more than comfortable there.

“I-uh..” He paused slightly.

“Oh God!” You were quick to scramble to your feet, “I’m so sorry Mr. Barba, I’ve been waiting nearly two hours, I completely slipped out of work mode. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s fine.” He chuckled lightly, “Just didn’t expect if from you, you’re usually so reserved. Calhoun must run a tight ship.”

“Oh, no,” you waved the comment off, “I’ve been with her long enough we’ve kinda dropped the formalities.” Rafael shot you a grin at your word phrasing that you nearly missed as you quickly back tracked on, “Her firm. Been with her firm long enough. Uh.. the files? I’d really like to get going, I’ve got that gala thing tonight.”

“You’re going to that?”

“Uh..yeah…Rita’s got the whole firm going.” Rafael flipped through a pile on his desk before extending a couple of them out to you.

“Everything’s there.” He gave you a light smile, “I hope she’s paying you more than the usual assistant salary, you’re doing a lot more work than any assistant I’ve ever had.”

“Believe me, I get enough compensation.” You tucked the files into your bag, picking up your coat, “Thank you Mr. Barba.”

“Sorry I kept you waiting.” He nodded in farewell, “I’ll probably see you tonight.” With a small nod, you were gone from his office, tugging your coat around you before you stepped out of the elevator.

Rita smiled softly as she stepped out of the elevator, the soft sound of music coming from the apartment meaning you were already home, and not still stuck down at Hogan Place. She knew that you already spent most of your time together between work and now living together, but there was just something so incredibly nice about coming home to a love filled apartment. She was wonderfully happy that you were more than comfortable making your own space in the apartment, that you made it your home too instead of just feeling like a guest. There were days she would find you snuggled up in the guest room, deep in a Netflix marathon because you hadn’t wanted to disturb her working in the kitchen. In those moments you were always eager to come join her in the living room, or have her curl up with you for a few episodes before you moved locations.

She was surprised to find you in the kitchen, flitting about in front of the stove. You’d changed into yoga pants and a comfy sweater, but your hair and make up seemed to be ready for the gala already. Your head glanced up at the sound of her entering the apartment, a warm smile on your cheeks as you greeted her.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You leaned in to the kiss she gave your cheek, “What’s all this?”

“Lemon garlic chicken?”

“It smells delicious. But you’ve been working all day, you didn’t need to cook, we could’ve ordered take out.”

“Well take out’s not made with love.” You turned from the stove, giving her a proper kiss this time, “Besides, I don’t call scrolling through my phone for two hours waiting for Barba work. Not to mention you dote on me all the time, this is the least I can do.” Your lips gently met her cheek, “Harrison files are on the island.”

“Thank you.” Her lips brushed the exposed back of your neck, giving you a soft shiver as she moved to the counter, flipping through the files, smiling at the glass of wine you’d left her next to them. “I’ve been thinking about Christmas…” She absentmindedly began, eyes still scanning through the documents.

“I don’t exactly have any family, so you don’t have to worry about that. What’ve you got in mind?”

“Hamptons.” She took a sip of wine, “figured it would be nice to get out of the city for a few days. Not have to worry about running into anyone from work.”

“Rita, it’s four days ‘til Christmas, I highly doubt there’s a BnB with space at this point.” You turned from the stove, noticing the gleam in her eye as she met your gaze.

“Who said anything about a BnB?”

“Of course you own property in the Hamptons.”You nearly rolled your eyes, you didn’t know why you’d ever thought differently, this woman was going to be the death of you.

“Inherited it from my grandparents.” She flipped the file shut, moving it aside to join the rest of her work things, “Thoughts?”

“Sounds lovely.” You pecked her cheek, moving back to the oven as the timer began to beep, pulling the tray of roasted veggies out. “Hey, how’s Abby doing?” You asked, referring to the daughter of an old school friend who’d been assaulted, her trial having just wrapped the other week. Rita had been present for all of it, having taken the case to SVU herself, but you’d been buried with other work.

“She’s…getting through it.” The older woman sighed, “I think there’s still a whole lot of confusion over the entire situation. She feels guilty he ended up in jail, half the school won’t talk to her, the usual drama.”

“Teenagers.”

“Exactly.” Rita kissed your cheek as you set down a plate of food in front of her, “It looks lovely, thank you darling.”

“Anytime.” You only settled into your chair after one more kiss, taking as much advantage of the private time you currently had now as you could.

As you had expected, the gala was full of schmoozing, elbow rubbing and the like. There were a lot of younger lawyers or paralegals trying to get in as many good books as they could, some attorney’s trying to poach people to change lanes, and a lot of playful banter between defence attorney’s and prosecutors. There was a small handful of NYPD in attendance as well, scattered throughout the room. Though overall it did seem like most of the crowd was letting loose, letting the stress of the year slip away as they indulged in free drinks and hours d’oeuvres being passed around. You returned to the standing table where Rita was, sliding her a fresh glass of champagne, an unsettling look on your face.

“What?” She asked softly, a small grin on her face.

“Rob Miller just blatantly hit on me.” You took a hefty swig of champagne, ignoring the small laugh from the other woman.

“I take it that was less than enjoyable?” She smirked at the way you shook your head at her in response.

“Even if I was available, I certainly wouldn’t be leaving with him.”

“If you were to leave with someone, who would it be?” She cocked a sly brow as she took a sip of her drink, “Aside from the obvious of course.” A little laugh escaped your lips, giving her arm a soft squeeze as you turned your attention to the room.

“Does it have to be from the defence side? Cause picking’s are pretty slim.”

“No.” Rita laughed, more than understanding at your complaint, there weren’t a lot of viable options if you stuck to just your department, so to speak. She watched as your head tilted slightly, taking in the crowd through the room. Her fingers reaching out, deftly swiping a piece of hair that had escaped your updo back behind your ear. God did you ever look absolutely stunning tonight, she wished more than anything that she could kiss you a million times over, but with so many watching eyes it wasn’t a wise idea.

“Hmm…” You debated over a swig of bubbly, “I’m gonna have to say Casey.”

“On a first name basis, are we?” You playfully smacked her arm,

“You know I’ve had drinks with her. She’s chill….and stunning.”

“Agreed. But don’t get any ideas.” Rita smirked over the rim of her glass, “Can’t have you running off with a prosecutor.”

“I am not going anywhere.” You gave her a grin that she knew would normally be a kiss, “Besides, she said she’s seeing someone.”

“Oh?” You shrugged in response, indulging in more champagne.

“Didn’t give me any details, just said she was happy.” Your eyes scanned a little bit more through the room, pausing on the few detectives from SVU who were still kicking around, “Ya know…Rollins seems like she’d be pretty fiesty.”

“If by fiesty you mean hot mess?” Rita laughed, you turned back to her, giving her a smirk.

“You’re not wrong. Okay…I’ll bite..you’re choices?” Before she had a chance to answer, Rafael sauntered up to the table, a small grin on his cheeks.

“Since when do you bring your assistant to these things?” He joked in a greeting.

“She’s much better conversation than..this” she gestured to the room, “and she doesn’t talk back like an ass like you.” Rafael scoffed lightly in response, the ever so playful banter settling in between the two lawyers.

“Really? So I supposed she failed to mention giving me sass today.” You sputtered over your drink in response, coughing as the champagne hit the wrong tube, Rita’s hand softly rubbing at your back while you half recovered and retorted Barba’s comment.

“That was an accident!”

“And I’m sure you deserved it.” Rita smirked at the man.

“You spend too much time together, she’s turning into a mini Calhoun and I don’t know if I can handle that.” Rafael quipped, his comment making you try not to feel the flush taking over your cheeks, hiding behind another sip of your drink.

“You know, I think Rafael here is talking too much,” Rita turned to you, “Be a darling and grab us some refills so he’ll be otherwise occupied.” Her hand lingered on your arm as you murmured out a ‘course’ shooting them a soft smile as you made your way up to the bar. “A mini Calhoun is right, you know once she decides to write the bar she’ll crush you in court.”

“What I do know..” Rafael countered, “is that you’re sleeping with her.” Rita outwardly laughed at that.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous.”

“Really? You sure you’re not compensating her outside the office? The earrings that girl had on earlier were worth more than my suit, and don’t think I didn’t notice the brand new Burberry coat.”

“She works for my firm, she needs to look presentable. It suits her.”

“You do realize you don’t need to be in Prada to be presentable, right?” Rita rolled her eyes, “She looked perfectly fine and professional when she first started for you. But now…those little skirt suits, the jewelry, the Manolo’s?! You can’t possibly be paying her enough to afford all of that.”

“The firm refused to give her a bonus, I’m just gifting her what she deserves.” She drained the last of her glass at that.

“And the fact that she no longer refers to you as Ms Calhoun? Or that she used to always beat you to the precinct because she lived in Midtown, but now you always arrive together, as if you’re both coming from Tribeca? You’re sleeping with her.”

“Whatever, you’re just jealous.” She scoffed, “you would never be able to afford the quality she deserves, give it up Rafa.”

Her eyes trailed over to you at the bar, watching as you exchanged pleasantries with Elizabeth Donnelly, a friendly smile on your face. God she wished she had kept the opinion of how ravishing you looked in green to herself, because right now all she wanted was to kiss the oxygen out of you and rip the emerald fabric from your body. And that wasn’t exactly something she could do in the middle of a work event. You laughed at something Liz said, the smile on your cheeks reaching your eyes and Rita couldn’t help but smile herself, watching the way you truly were having a good time. You tossed a glance over your shoulder, meeting her eyes briefly, the ghost of the laugh morphing into an adoring smile that Rita returned. The bartender reclaimed your attention and you quickly turned back to him, quickly placing your drink order.

“Oh..my God…this isn’t just some weird sex thing…you’re in love with her.” Rafael couldn’t help but recognize the look in both of your eyes as you shared glances across the ballroom. Rita’s hand swiftly smacked at his chest before clasping around his forearm, pulling his attention to her gaze.

“So what if we are? At least we’re happy.” She gave him a curt nod, “Do us all a favour and keep this to yourself?”

“Of course.” He shot her a smirk as you reapproached the table, sliding the appropriate drinks to the right people.

The three of you fell into a comfortable conversation, Rafael leaving the teasing to a minimum. A few other colleagues popped in and out to make some small talk, but it wasn’t long until you were stifling a yawn, the long week getting to you more than you’d expected. Rita was thankful it was just Rafael at the table while she made an excuse about getting you home, bidding goodnight to the other lawyer. You snuggled against her in the car, happily humming at the feel of her lips on your hair.

“He knows, doesn’t he?” You softly asked, she chuckled lightly.

“Yes…guess the designer duds were a giveaway to someone with such expensive taste in suits.”

“I’m not worried. He knows either of us will destroy him if he leaks it.” Rita couldn’t help the laugh, knowing that you were one hundred percent right. Barba was not only an old friend, but someone who wasn’t about to cross either of you.

“Do you know what I know?” She asked, tilting your chin up to face her.

“What?” You smirked, noting the change in her demeanour.

“That the second I get you inside I’m doing exactly what I’ve been dying to do all night.”

“And what is that exactly?”

“I’m going to ravish you completely darling, just like you deserve.”

“You better.” You half joked back, meeting her lips in a heated kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She pecked you gently, ever so grateful for the way you tucked your head against her shoulder once again. She had no idea how she’d gotten so lucky with you, not only were you an incredible benefit to the firm, to her, but to actually be able to spoil you, and have you love her back, was nothing she’d expected. This truly was the best Christmas for both of you and it had barely begun.

#rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #law and order svu #sugar mommy #law and order #law and order special victims unit #svu

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Izuku X Female POC Reader (Christmas Edition)

A/N: This was a request

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It was a little dangerous for you and your friends at U.A to travel back home for the holidays which was upsetting considering it was Christmas and you always spent Christmas with your family. It was understandable though because there was a virus that affected everyone in all countries forcing countries and states into Lockdown. So, here you were on Christmas Eve spending the day in your dorm talking to your parents, brothers, and sisters, and cousins as well as trying to comfort each other that there is always next Christmas. It worked for a bit but, you were still down. Don't get you wrong, you loved your friends, especially the well-known Dekusquad but, family is different you know? You spoke to your mother a bit more finally hanging up. You lay down trying to fix your hair so it doesn't get tangled or puffed up. Maybe you should have done something to it, put in braids or a weave to keep from having to always fix your natural hair. It did what it wanted once anything touched it. It could be windy, humid, wet, or sunny it didn't matter the weather it always turned your curls into an untamable fro that went up, sideways left, and right but, never down.

"Y/N- chan!" You jumped up at the excitable voice on the other side of the door. It was Ochako meaning Tsu was with her as well. Getting up not caring about your pajamas you opened the door and as predicted Ochako and Tsu were right there. "Can we come in?" You stepped aside to let them both inside closing and locking the door behind them.

"What y'all doing here?" You weren't being rude, you genuinely wanted to know. You stepped by your bed hoping they won't try to peak and see the presents you got for them. You got everyone in the class a card but, only a handful got presents from you.

"What did you get for Izuku?" You quickly turned around on your bed throwing a pillow over your face not giving a shit about your hair at the moment. You had more pressing matters to worry about. "YYYYYYY/NNNNNNNN" You grumbled throwing an extra pillow at the giggling girl

"Was it clothes? Maybe jewelry, cologne?" You let them ramble on and on about it not hinting at what you got him. You were debating whether or not you should even tell them.

"I don't think she wants us to know." At least Tsu seemed to have picked up on that from you. Ochako did too she just ignored it.

"Well, as long as you don't open your mouth to him." You sat up giving Ochako the side eye knowing she can get excitable and let out secrets by accident. You went to the closet and took out a giant gift bag that had a few wrapped gifts inside of it showing it to the girls who felt the presents and trying to figure out what they were. "I got him All Might stuff, hero notebooks, a self-care package, and something else for his hero costume." You turned around not wanting them to see how flustered you were about the whole thing.

"OH MY GOD, HE IS GOING TO LOVE IT SO MUCH!" You went up to her placing your hand on her mouth and shushing her

"Girl we don't need the whole damn floor to know." You let go accepting the sheepish apology. The three of you talked some more before they both somehow got you out of the room and to the common room where everyone was at. You looked around and saw the giant tree with a bunch of gifts under it. The people in the class who you got a gift for were Ochako, Tsu, Tenya, Shoto, Kirishima, Shoji, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shinsou, Momo, and Aoyama. Everyone else got cards. You weren't Santa and, you were petty. No one else besides the ones you listed ever gave you anything so why buy them something?

"L/N-chan! Come sit down and watch this Christmas movie with us." Tenya's choppy hands urged you to come and take a seat on the couch in between Shoto and Izuku. You did your best to appear calm, collected, and casual because you were not about to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush. No way. Also, if you weren't comfortable giving him his gifts in front of everyone you would panic and he would probably combust and faint. His heart can only take so much. You had no idea what movie was on so you decided to ask

"What movie is this?" You glanced over to Izuku who jumped surprised you were talking to him

"I-It's u-uh, Elf it's a c-comedy." He fidgeted some more which was odd. He was nervous normally but, he was extra today. Maybe it's because he misses his mom. This is not only his first Christmas spent with friends but, it's his first Christmas away from the only family he knew. You knew how he felt.

"Relax sugar, I know it's rough not being able to go home but, at least you have us right?" and me but you kept that little thought to yourself. He seemed to deflate a bit at that, took a deep breath, and gave you a real smile.

"You're right." He was blushing which was normal for him so you bumped his shoulder getting a giggle out of him. The move started then and you didn't pay much mind to the fact that the two of you were sitting a little closer than before. The movie went on and it had you crying. Will Ferrell was hilarious and when he screamed Santa it killed you. You caught the gut-cramping giggles leaning all over Izuku who was chuckling himself. You didn't even notice you were almost in his lap but, he didn't seem to mind at all. You had a leg thrown over his and your head resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped comfortably around you.

"Is this okay?" You glanced up at him to see he was looking at you for consent. Such a sweet boy. You nodded your head as he gave you a little squeeze. The class - minus Bakugo - was falling asleep around Midnight and that's when everyone decided to call it a night. You and Izuku were the last ones to stay behind and, with an encouraging look from Ochako she left with the rest of the Dekusquad in tow. You had a minute to think and, look at your position on him. You were cuddling him and had half your body on him and his arm was wrapped around your waist comfortably.

"Um, I have gifts for you, I-I just didn't want to give it in front of the class." You were speaking fast and looking off to the side. You gasped a bit when you felt his hand on your chin tilting it to look at him. He had a very soft smile on his face, it was a look you'd never seen him have before. It made him look gorgeous.

"I have yours too. Do you want to open them now? It's technically Christmas." He smirked tilting his head a bit at you. Who the hell is this? What demon possessed him? It's Christmas demons aren't welcomed here at the moment.

"S-Sure?" It came out more like a question but, he took it as it was. What you didn't expect was for him to pick you up and run with you making airplane noises. You couldn't help the giggles that escaped you as he zoomed up the stairs. You prayed no one heard you, this would be embarrassing. He went to his room first, picked up the gifts, and then the two of you went to your dorm you let in quietly so as to not arouse suspicion.

"Here, let's open them together." As quietly as you can the two of you exchanged gifts and opened them. The two of you were going through a crisis at the gifts. He had bought you all of the beauty and skincare products you used. He bought makeup, skincare, hair care, and gift cards to your favorite clothing boutiques. You felt your soul leave your body. It made you feel better about the money you dropped on his gifts. You looked up to see the boy was comatose with the gifts splayed around him

"Izuku?" He seemed to snap out of it and, with lightning speed he sat up and pulled you into his lap for a hug. You immediately hugged him back loving how perfect you felt against him.

"You're so perfect. I can't handle it." You were confused and happy at the same time looking at him when he pulled away. "I'm so tired of watching you get hit on by other guys, can you please be mine? I hope I didn't read your emotions wrong-" You cut off his ramblings with a kiss on his cheek. His whole face heated up as he stared at you wide eye

"You read them perfectly fine." He blinked a few times before he let out a giggle and pulled you in for another hug. You squeezed him back equally as strong happy to finally be in his arms.

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Fluffy and sweet :)

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Man, they knew the internet would explode. They’ve been waiting nearly a decade for this and I cannot imagine the utter joy to finally be able to fully discuss this romance that has been brewing for so long.

BESIDES THAT THO, several thoughts:

Jaune, Jaune we had all these theories about you and it turns out the himbo just picked the wrong fruit. Fucked with time and then sat on a beach being sad until someone showed up.

And there he is, trying to be the guide of the story and failing miserably.

Did he say “cats”, as in plural? We really do not know whether or not the Curious Cat can be trusted or not, which seems on-theme for the issues with Authority Figures in this series. Like the Brother Gods, Ozpin, and the Headmasters, we’re again and again faced with figures with knowledge and authority that are mysterious and untrustworthy.

Which Jaune himself has fallen into, becoming JUST LIKE the generation of war-weary adults before him. Like Ozpin, Qrow, Ironwood, Lionheart, Raven, ect he is exhausted and bitter and letting all this trauma color his actions. Interesting how in that Punderstorm maze, his Atlas Era self is always reflected back at him. He knows how the storms work, and also has not worked out his issues so he’s always just having to wait for the storm to pass.

Waiting waiting seems to be the theme with him. He waited for the others. He waits for the storms to pass, to avoid dealing with his problems. He never fixed his broken sword, and let his armor and shield rust over time. He’s stuck in a cycle of believing himself to be a failure that can never save anyone.

Alyx and her brother, Luis. It’s interesting how Jaune and the Cat both indicate they don’t actually KNOW what happened. The Cat is more honest in stating they didn’t see what happened, while it’s kind of.....unclear whether Jaune caught up to witness things or whether he’s simply making assumptions.

We’re presented with the idea of Sacrificing/Feeding the tree, but at the same time I feel like there’s more to it. So far, the prices paid have mostly been symbolic as opposed to more literal. The auction with prices like “a hug” or “what it feels to be loved” or Ruby trading her emblem as “a mother’s promise”. It feels like just chucking someone into the tree as a sacrifice isn’t going to work, since at its core Ever After seems to run on ideas of Roles, Purposes, and stories. Ideas and Feelings, so the sacrifice is likely not a literal “Who gets tossed into the volcano” kind of scenario.

Like no doubt that’s the conflict being built up, because OF COURSE they are thinking in terms of how things work back home and all the things they’ve lost. That someone has to die, that something physical has to be given up, that it has to be bloody and cruel and painful. But this has so far been a journey about Self, and figuring themselves out as opposed to dealing with much in terms of physical threats.

For Yang and Blake, it was a journey of facing their feelings. Accepting that the things they’ve gone through have made them better, and then accepting that they love each other.

For Weiss, she’s reeling from the loss of Atlas and trying to push through a very real and understandable grief.

For Ruby, she’s facing the legacy/ghost of her mother and all the trauma she’s pushed to the side. How overwhelmed she feels, as The Leader and hope for the world but also notably THE YOUNGEST she’s a kid she shouldn’t even have been at Beacon that soon. And she’s team leader, she’s trying to fill Ozpin’s shoes as the leader, and she’s trying to follow her mother’s larger-than-life memory.

Jaune is broken and haunted and caught in all his heroic dreams being crushed. Being the one in the position of the leaders he resented.

And Neo, off on her own and lost in her rage and grief and full of new power.

I think this volume is going to be less about someone dying or being left behind, and more about the challenge of them all having a breakthrough. Letting go of old things, letting go of comfortable illusions, and facing difficult parts of themselves to emerge out the other side.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 spoilers

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