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[storiesofsvu]

Learn to Share

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, dirty talk, some dom/sub dynamics, nothing too crazy this time lol. Covers the "only one bed" square for xmas bingo and the "forced proximity" for @resanoona 3k bingo! Also covers a prompt requested by anon.

It was honestly a miracle that the BAU had managed to not only wrap their last case, but get home, finalize paperwork and have nothing else come up before Christmas Eve. Everyone was beyond thankful for that since it was the night of the annual Christmas at Rossi’s party, nothing too fancy, or too huge, usually just the team and any respective partners that wanted to come maybe a few extra agents or assistants that helped them out majorly through the year. The evening was full of laughter, amazing food, fancy wines, expensive bourbons and an all around sense of family and quality relaxation time.

Once dinner was finished, dishes were left for the morning and the party would end up spreading its way through the house. There were often cigars being smoked out back, Dave wandering through the rooms showing off any new fancy things he’d collected over the year or telling stories of his wild days. As the night wore on and the candles began to burn low the crowd would begin to dwindle, people slipping off into the night after a quiet goodbye and Merry Christmas, knowing they had family to see early the next morning. Eventually it was only Dave, Spencer, Tara, you and Emily left in the living room, fresh glasses of wine poured, alcohol flowing through your veins, keeping you warm and relaxed, helping everyone let go a little bit more than normal. Dave always extended the offer from dinner to everyone able to stay overnight, considering just how much alcohol he had provided it was the smart choice. Spencer was tipsily rambling on about one theory or another, pulling laughter from the girls as Rossi drained his glass, letting out a small groan as he stood from the couch.

“It’s late. You kids know where the guest rooms are.”

There was a chorus of goodnights as he reminded everyone they were more than welcome to stay as long as they wanted and breakfast would be available in the morning before he disappeared down the hall. Spencer’s theory finally wrapped up a bit later and Tara finished her drink, moving to put her wine glass in the sink.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Emily protested with a laugh and Tara chuckled.

“There’s four of us and only three rooms, I just bunked with Reid all week, it’s not happening again tonight. Besides, you two had private suites, learn to share.” She teased.

Emily let out a mock offended scoff as Spencer tried to object and you laughed rolling your eyes at Tara as she flashed the group a smile and a wave along with good night. It didn’t take much longer before you were yawning, doing your best not to lean into Emily’s shoulder as you finished your drink.

“Guys…” you started, “never thought I’d be this person, but I think it’s bedtime for me.” You sat up stretching your body out with a soft groan, “see you in the morning.” You shot Emily a lingering look as you moved from the couch, your glass finding home on the kitchen island before you wandered down the hall.

You would forever and always be thankful for Rossi and his level of hospitality extending beyond anyone you’d ever experienced. There were unopened toothbrush packages and makeup wipes in the en suite you were able to help yourself to, along with some cozy clothes stashed in the guest room’s closet. You simply tugged down a comfy cotton t-shirt, pulling it over your bare body before plugging in your phone and letting out a happy sigh as you shifted under the covers.

You weren’t surprised at the small murmur of voices in the hallway before the light flicked off, the sound of the other guest room door clicking shut and the door to your guest room opened, Emily slipping through it with a grin on her face, the soft lamplight washing her in a golden glow.

“You coming for a sleepover?” You greeted with a grin and she laughed quietly.

“You heard Tara.” Her hands moved to her shirt, sliding down the buttons she undid them, “apparently it’s our turn to share.”

“If only they knew just how much sharing we had done this week.” You purred, sitting up as you shifted onto your knees and Emily chuckled.

“Are you gonna be quiet this time?” She raised a brow, beginning to crawl up the bed, “because I’ll only touch you if you’re quiet…. I don’t want you to risk waking anyone up again.”

“I’ll be good.” Your breath caught in your throat, “I promise…”

“Good.” One of her hands wrapped around the back of your head, pulling her to you, her lips brushing against yours when she spoke, “such a shame there’s only one bed.”

“It is a king… could build a wall of pillows?” You offered with a grin and Emily chuckled, her breath warm on your skin.

“I was thinking we could take advantage of it….”

“Hmm… I do like the sound of that better.” You barely had moment to let out a huff of a laugh before Emily’s lips were on you. Your hands fell to her bare waist, wrapping around her and pulling her body tight to you while her hand wove into your hair.

The kiss built up, starting slow, a familiar dance between all too familiar lips until Emily’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips, her teeth nipping into your lower lip and you groaned. She took the opportunity to sink her tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of you she could while her free hand started to toy with the hem of the shirt you had on. Your hands drifted upward, swiftly un doing her bra and she tossed it to the floor before her hands tickled up your bare thighs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. The kiss broke long enough for her to pull the garment over your head and it joined the growing pile on the floor.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She cooed, nudging you backwards towards the pillows, “lie back for me baby.”

You did as she asked, getting comfortable on the bed as she stepped off it to rid herself of the rest of her clothing, smirking at the way your eyes lingered on her body as if you were trying to memorize every inch. A hand on the mattress she settled over you, lips meeting yours again, this kiss deeper than the last while her hand snuck between your legs. The tips of her fingers began to play with your pussy, trailing through them feather light, teasing you, leaving you whining for more.

“Quiet…” she warned, “can’t have us getting caught…”

“Sorry M’am.” You murmured in return as Emily kissed across your jaw, her lips trailing down your neck, teeth scratching at your skin ever so lightly until she bit deeply into your pulse point and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the gasp escaping your lips.

“That’s my good girl.” Her lips curved into a grin against your skin as they trailed across your body, her tongue swiping across your collarbone before her lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked across it. Her finger tips continuing to tease you, the heel of her hand randomly pressing against your clit as your hips rocked upwards in need of more.

She sunk lower on your body, lips leaving little kisses and love bites on your hips and thighs until she was settled between your legs. Her hand ran up your cunt, smearing wetness across it while her fingers widened, spreading you open for her and you let out a breathy sigh. It was only a moment later her mouth was on you, kissing at your folds, tongue slipping as deep into as you could and you bit back a moan, your fingers clenching into the bedspread. Emily continued to eagerly lap at your pussy, groaning into it, the vibrations pulling quiet whimpers from you as she buried herself between your legs. You were doing your absolute best to keep quiet, knowing just how easy it would be to be overheard by any of the others. But when Emily’s hand snuck up to join her mouth, her lips shifted up wrapping around your clit and she sucked, hard and you weren’t expecting it.

“Oh fuck!” The moan left your lips before you even realized and even faster Emily’s hand and mouth left your cunt, instead, her teeth quickly and sharply bit into your thigh, “oww!” You hissed in a whisper and she raised an unimpressed brow in your direction when she looked up at you. “That hurt!”

“And you had one rule sweetheart.” She husked back, “shame I can’t spank you, that certainly would call attention to what we were up to. Guess you’ll have to get that punishment tomorrow night. Now…another outburst like that and I’m shoving your panties in that dirty little mouth of yours, understood?”

“Yes ma’am…” your breath caught in your throat, hitching when her mouth returned to your pussy, slowly licking through you before gently wrapping around your clit once more. You tugged your lip into your teeth, holding back any noises aside from quiet whimpers as Emily’s fingers sunk into your pussy. She let out a quiet groan at the feeling of you tightly wrapping around her, how wet you already were, juices slicking her fingers within seconds. She twisted and curled them within you until she found that sensitive spot and your hips jolted up off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips and she smirked against your body.

“Right there?” She murmured, pressing on the spot again and you nodded, eyes tightly scrunching shut, “you like it when I touch you here?”

“Oh god Em!” It was barely above a whisper, a shuddering breath following it as she continued to brush against the spot, chuckling softly before her mouth returned to your swollen nub.

Her lips wrapped around it, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked patterns against it, harder and faster until you were trembling under her. Her fingers worked in tandem, feeling the way your cunt began to flutter around her, your clit pulsing in her mouth in the same rhythm. Fire was burning through you, your body shivering with each touch of Emily’s fingers or mouth, each pass of either bringing you more and more pleasure. You let out a muffled cry when the fire broke the surface, biting down so hard on your lip you swore you’d broken the skin. Emily’s lips slipped from your clit when you orgasm hit, watching the way your juices lightly dribbled out of you, leaking down her wrist as your body shook on the bed.

“That’s my good girl… so pretty…” She praised before her fingers slipped out of you and she delicately licked around your pussy, cleaning up the smeared juices before she crawled back over you, straddling your hips and she extended her slicked fingers to you. You eagerly accepted them into your mouth, lips wrapping around them as you sucked them clean. “Taste so good sweetheart, thought I should share.”

“Thank you.” You breathed out and she chuckled at the way you dropped back against the pillows.

“Oh I’m not done. I know you can handle another one.” She sat up on her knees, shifting lower on your body as she swatted at your hip, “roll over.”

You did as she asked and she grasped at your hips, pulling you up on your knees while your head remained buried the pillows. Her knee nudged at your leg, shoving yours further apart so she was able to settle between them, a hand running up your back, pressing you into the pillows and you let out a quiet groan. Her free hand trailed up the inside of your leg, fingers brushing through your still dripping pussy before her thumb sunk in as deep as it could and moaned softly into the pillows. Your hips began to rock back onto her hand, fucking yourself on her digits as you moved and she leant over you, pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers pinched your clit before they swapped places with her thumb, sinking deep into your cunt. With each thrust of her hand her hips rocked forward, body meeting yours as your hips thrusted back, eager for more, for her fingers to find that spot within you again. “Just like that… you keep fucking yourself on my fingers alright sweetheart?”

“Need more…” you whined softly and she huffed a laugh out, fingers curling within you as she picked up the pace, her body rocking into yours with more force, fingers moving faster and going as deep as they could into your wetness.

“I guess you’ve been good enough for a bit of a reward.” She purred, her free hand moving from your hip to the bag you hadn’t even noticed her bring into the room.

Your head dropped onto your arms, chest beginning to heave as your cunt fluttered around her fingers, your body burned, ached to be stuffed with her cock, but you knew that wasn’t going to be able to happen tonight. Though, you couldn’t really complain about that, Emily was just as good with her hands and mouth and judging by the punishment comment earlier, you would get everything you desired in the very near future. Her hand crooked within you, finding your g-spot once again and the pillows muffled your cry as your fingers tightened into the bedspread. You barely heard the click of the small vibrator being turned on but you certainly felt it as Emily pressed it onto your clit.

“Fuck…” you muttered, your hips jolting back towards her as it began to rub at your body.

“Give me another one, I know you’ve got it in you.” She practically growled, her fingers flicking faster within you as she turned the vibe up a notch and you gasped. She could see the sheen of sweat glimmering on your skin as pleasure rocked through you, your thighs had began to shake, your hips faltering as you continued to try to fuck yourself on her hand.

She picked up the pace of her hand, making sure she was giving you everything she could, pressing the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit before she turned it up to the highest speed. It was quiet, but the room was full of dirty noises, your squelching pussy, juices leaking down your thighs and onto Emily’s wrist, the quiet cries and whimpers muffled into the pillows as you tried to not moan, the whir of the vibrator.

“You’re almost there, I can feel it baby, let go for me.” She cooed, fingers brushing right over the sensitive spot, pressing harder and lingering for a second longer than the last thrust and you couldn’t help it, your orgasm tore through you like a wildfire.

“Oh fuck Emily!” The cry was louder than you’d intended and you winced the best you could as your body dropped to the mattress, shaking and trembling with pleasure. Emily clicked the vibrator off, her fingers slowing down, gently fucking you through your orgasm, watching the way your body twitched as she did so before she finally pulled them from you, sucking them clean. “Sorry.” You whimpered, little shivers and soft cries leaving you as pleasure surged through your nerves.

Emily’s hand softly ran up and down your back, nails scratching into your hair ever so softly as you continued to come down from your peak, a whimper escaping your lips whenever her nails traced over a sensitive spot of your body. A quiet knock on the door made both of you jump, Emily beginning to scramble to get the both of you under the covers as Spencer’s soft voice floated through the air.

“Is someone crying?” He asked and you stifled a laugh as Emily struggled to come up with an answer quickly.

“I—uh, accidentally elbowed her in the face, we’re fine.”

“You sure?” He asked quietly and you let out a quiet shriek at the sound of the doorknob turning.

“Yup!” You called back quickly, “totally fine, just hit the cheek. Serves me right for being a blanket hog.”

“…okay…” He replied and the two of you held your breath until his footsteps faded down the hallway. You heard his bedroom door click shut and a fit of quiet giggles took over you as Emily scowled down at you, swatting at your ass.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Well then I guess I’m getting extra spankings for Christmas.” Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you looked up at her and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Damn right you fucking are.”

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[deanstead]

Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by @enchantedblackrose

Summary: Y/N is pleasantly surprised when she opens the door on Christmas Eve.

Square Filled: Free for #resa.3kfiestabingo + Home for the Holidays for @storiesofsvu ‘s #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022

Word Count: 1K+

Tags/Warnings: none

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!!! I know it's been a while, so here's a Christmas fic! There's other Christmas requests I had but this one really hit me so here it is! Thank you Ashley for the brilliant request hehe. Hope yall enjoy this!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

This was the part of this job that really sucked.

Having to go deep undercover was never easy, especially after he’d had more than just himself to think of. But it was feeling infinitely worse now as he sat on his couch wondering how on earth he was supposed to tell his daughter, who was eagerly looking forward to the holidays, that he wasn’t going to be around.

“Jay?”

Jay glanced up at your voice as you looked at him with concern.

You’d been with Jay long enough to know when something was bothering him so you just threw yourself down on the couch next to him. “Something wrong?”

Jay gave you a small smile and shook his head before he paused.

“What?” You asked again, prompting gently.

Jay turned towards you with a sigh, looking almost like a child who knew he was going to get in trouble.

“I gotta go under. There’s no way around it, we don’t have any other way to get these guys and… I don’t know how long it will be.”

The words floated between the both of you and you frowned. “That’s what’s been eating at you?”

Jay raised an eyebrow.

“Jay Halstead, you’ve been brooding almost the whole night over this? I thought something had happened to someone, I thought someone was in trouble.”

Jay gave you a guilty smile, before letting the smile drop.

“It’s already after Thanksgiving. I highly doubt I’ll be back for Christmas.” He said quietly.

You reached over, putting your hand into Jay’s. “We’ll be fine.”

“Sophia’s gonna be crushed.” He responded, his hand wrapping around yours like a habit.

You smiled. “Sophia is gonna be fine. Just manage her expectations about Christmas, I’ll take care of the rest. Go save the city.”

Jay pulled you gently into his embrace, and you leaned your head against him as he pressed a kiss on your head. “Thank you.” Jay whispered.

You smiled, without looking up at him. “Team effort.”

“All done!” Sophia yelled triumphantly, looking proudly at the ornaments she’d displayed out on the bottom part of the tree where she had been given free reign.

Sophia hadn’t been able to hide the disappointment in her eyes when her father had told her he’d be away for Christmas but she put on her big girl face anyway and smiled back at him. “I’ll take care of Mama!” She'd announced.

You’d smiled, as a look of absolute pride at his young daughter shone on Jay’s face.

Even though neither you nor Jay had an answer for her when Sophia had asked how long Jay would be away for, your daughter had taken it in her five year old stride, asking if the both of you could keep the decorations until Jay came home.

You’d agreed with a smile, telling her that the both of you could get the house ready for whenever Daddy came home.

So when the tree was finally finished on Christmas Eve, Sophia was very proud of herself.

You’d gotten a roast chicken just for the two of you, some mashed potatoes and ham, which was more than enough to last both you and Sophia a few days, inclusive of the fact that Will would either be coming around either today or tomorrow.

You didn’t think much of it when the bell rang, putting the row of sliced ham on the table before going to get the door, expecting Will to be on the other side of the door and preparing yourself to nag him for spoiling his only niece.

But when you opened the door, you froze.

“Surprise.” Jay’s voice was quiet, a big grin spread across his face.

You glanced backwards where Sophia was absolutely engrossed in what she was doing with the Christmas stockings before you turned back to your husband.

“What are you doing here? You said you weren’t going to make it.” You reached forward for a hug and Jay pressed his lips against yours, smiling before he put his arms around you.

“Lucked out.” Jay answered, still keeping his voice low.

You grinned, stepping backwards as you turned towards your daughter who still had her back to you.

“Sophia, guess who’s here?”

Sophia raised her head now. “Uncle Will?” She logically guessed, as she turned.

There was a quiet silence as her five year old brain registered that her favourite person was actually standing in the room.

“Daddy!” Sophia shrieked in delight, climbing to her feet and all but diving into her father’s arms. Jay laughed as he picked Sophia up, tossing her lightly into the air before giving her a hug, Sophia’s giggles echoing against the walls of the apartment.

Sophia’s excitement level was off the charts and you couldn’t help but smile as she insisted on showing Jay each and every ornament that she had personally hung on the tree, closely followed by any corner that had a hint of Christmas in it.

You let her give Jay the tour before the three of you finally sat down for a nice Christmas meal, even through the ruckus of Sophia spilling her drink before dinner even started, or her absolutely loud protests for her father’s attention.

But nothing could spoil the evening as you finally cuddled into Jay’s side after you’d cleared whatever was left of dinner, Sophia sprawled comfortably in her father’s lap, her tiny legs reaching across towards you. The cheesy holiday movies playing on the television merely reminded you how delighted you were to be where you were, Jay’s fingers moving absentmindedly along your shoulder.

It was about halfway through the movie when Jay glanced at you. Sophia had long fallen asleep in her father’s arms and you smiled, nodding as Jay extricated himself from the couch as gently as he could without waking Sophia and taking her to her own bed.

He was back out in a minute, climbing back into the couch by your side, quietly opening his arms so you could fit yourself more securely in them. You leaned against Jay, feeling him lean his face against your head gently and you smiled.

“Thanks for making it back.”

You felt him smile. “Lucky break.”

You turned your head to look up at him as the digital numbers turned to 00:00.

“Merry Christmas.” Jay whispered, with a smile.

You leaned further back so Jay could lean down comfortably, your return of Merry Christmas lost to his lips as he kissed you.

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[caracalwithchips]

Trapped together (Part 1)

I haven’t written anything in over a year, but apparently this is the time of year I get inspired! However, one of my 2023 goals is to finally write out some of the ideas I’ve had for a while. I will continue to post very sporadically, but please let me know if you would like to be tagged when I do (I believe @plaidbooks asked to be tagged on a past post). 

This fic fills the Blizzard square for StoriesofSvu’s 2022 Holiday Bingo @storiesofsvu . It’s my first 2-part fic, and I hope to have the finale uploaded in 1-2 days. 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

Trigger warnings for a brief mention of serial killer in the “set-up” to the story (skip the 1st paragraph if you’d like to avoid it!)

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It had been a busy two weeks of intense investigation by the Manhattan SVU squad on the hunt of what your team now believed to be a prolific serial killer who traced victims new to the city back to their rural hometowns to attack someone in their families. Today, you and Sergeant Dodds had needed to travel through a West Virginia mountain pass following a lead based on a victim who had run away from her small West Virginia community. Her cousin had suffered a mysterious hunting accident only 5 days after her death in the city.

However, when leaving the small county morgue, the local Sheriff informed you and Sergeant Dodds of an impending blizzard and that the mountain pass was unsafe to travel through and would only get worse throughout the night. You both tried to explain you were used to driving in New York winters, but he convinced you both that it wasn’t worth the risk. Instead, the Sheriff directed you to the only motel in a two hour radius where you and Dodds would have to wait out the storm until the roads cleared enough to return to NYC.

It was a small, desolate, dingy highway motel that looked like it usually saw its own clientele of shady individuals. The owner directed you and the Sarg to the only room left that held one queen-sized bed. Everyone who had been traveling through the area had descended upon the hotel in an effort to ride out the storm, and the owner told you both how lucky you were to arrive in time to get the last room.

You and Dodds shared a look. It was one of discomfort and hesitation. There may have also been some mortification on your part with some added on bubble-guts related to your secret penchant for reading “there was only one bed” romance books. There was no way that situation was actually happening to you in your actual real life. With Mike Dodds. The most beautiful man you had ever seen. Also the nicest.

“Are you absolutely certain there are no other rooms?” asked Dodds. The motel owner again confirmed that there was the one queen bed which we could take or leave. “What about any roll-away cots?”

The hotel owner let out the phlegmatic laugh of a 30-pack year smoker. “Where do you think you are, son? This ain’t no fancy place, which is clearer than day to anyone who ain’t blind. Ain’t you some detective? Sheriff Lonnie called ahead and near ordered me to hold the room for you two.”

You stepped in before your sergeant risked offending the only person standing between an unlucky situation and a worse situation. “Then could we at least get some extra towels and blankets, please? As many extra blankets as you have,” you asserted, with your hand on your gun hip to get the point across. You didn’t trust the ancient-looking powerlines outside to be capable of keeping even the small hotel warm and lit. The owner came back a few minutes later, shoved a stack of towels and blankets into your arms, and shut the door behind him.

You turned around and found Dodds with his hand on his head, clearly thinking hard about something. You watched him for a moment before he noticed you watching. Then, with resolution, he grabbed a blanket from the pile and grabbed a pillow off the bed and headed towards the door.

“What are you doing, Sergeant?”

“I’m going to sleep in the car tonight.”

“Are you insane?” you spluttered.

“I’ve slept in worse places than a car.”

“During an Appalachian mountain blizzard? Do you have any idea how cold it’s about to get outside? People die in these kind of conditions, Sergeant.”

“I’ll keep the engine running.”

“The gas won’t last that long and I doubt the car battery will be able to make it through the storm, either, without dying or the engine line freezing.” You knew nothing about cars, but that sounded right.

He leaned with his head against the door and mumbled something you couldn’t understand.

“Pardon?”

With a big sigh he turned around, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” This was all uncomfortable, of course you were uncomfortable. “Are you uncomfortable, Sergeant?”

He hesitated, “a little.”

“Would you be uncomfortable if it was Carisi here with you instead?”

He barked out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I would be, although I’m not sure if I’d be more or less so.”

“I personally think I’d be more uncomfortable with Carisi. He strikes me as the type of sleepover guest who keeps everyone else up all night talking then drools all over your mom’s guest pillows.” You both laughed uncomfortably before you continued, “We’ve had too long of a day for worrying about making one another uncomfortable after an already long week trying to find our perp and getting an idea of the extent of how many victims he even has. I’m tired and we’re both grown. We’ve worked together long enough that we can sleep in the same room without it being weird, can’t we?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make things even more uncomfortable. I just want you to know I respect you and your comfort.” Your heart did a weird somersault before he continued, “and your role as one of my detectives.” Oh. Right. You were going to have to remind yourself to be professional. It’s not like you had the biggest crush of your life on your own Sergeant. That would be career suicide and a recipe for an embarrassing situation that you didn’t have the social grace to handle.

“Of course I know that, that would never be in question, Sir.” There. See? Super professional. Professional was your middle name. “Now, I’m going to try to shower the morgue germs off.”

You carried all of the towels into the bathroom with you. You closed the door behind you and made a face in the mirror after catching a whiff of the moldy air. This was the grossest motel you had ever been in. It had probably been built in the 60s and seemed to have the original brown and mustard carpet, curtains, bedding, possibly even the same towels. You weren’t sure if you wanted to inspect the bed to rule-out bedbugs or if you were afraid to look. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

With a sigh you started shrugging out of your suit. When you were stripped down to your undies, you made a decision. You filled the sink with soapy water and scrubbed your undergarments. Then you took the time to stand with the mini hairdryer attached to the wall to dry them off. You could put up with a lot of things, roach motel included, but you weren’t going to sleep in anything less than fresh drawers. Then you took a quick hot shower and scrubbed yourself dry with a scratchy towel before staring at yourself in the mirror and thinking about the sleeping arrangements.

You really didn’t want to sleep in your suit pants after traipsing through the rural crime scene and a morgue, but you also didn’t want to make your already uncomfortable boss more uncomfortable. You were very grateful that you threw on a t-shirt under your blouse that morning. Still, it barely reached the top of your thighs and your lacey underwear were quite visible. You left the t-shirt on, wrapped a towel around your waist for the walk to the bed, and stepped outside of the now-steamy bathroom and walked, with pretend confidence, towards the bed.

With your head held high and eyes aimed on your destination you strode further into the room…and tripped right over your sergeant who was laying on the floor. You caught yourself after falling on your knees and looked behind you with a look of exasperation.

“WHAT are you doing?” you yelled at the same time apologies were spilling out of his mouth and he was trying to help you up. At some point the towel had fallen off from around your waist so you jumped up the distance between the floor and the bed and quickly pulled the covers over you.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to find the cleanest part of the carpet to sleep on. I assumed you would see me?”

“No I didn’t see you Sergeant, why would I expect to see you on the floor? Why are you on that disgusting floor? Do you know what kind of things get trapped in a 60 year old rundown motel carpet? Please get up!”

“I thought it would be better if I slept on the floor. I told you I’ve slept in worse places,” he smiled sheepishly and made no move to get up from the floor.

“Sergeant, am I more repugnant than that filthy floor?”

His eyes grew wide as saucers, “Y/N, no!! Of course not! How could you think that?”

“I think that because you continue to sit on the floor.”

He stood up and looked lost. “I….where am I supposed to sleep if not in the car and not on the floor?”

You stared in confusion at his confusion. “Sergeant, in the bed. Next to me. Surely that’s better than a car in a blizzard or a motel room floor?” He turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears. He seemed at a loss for words.

“If it would make you more comfortable, we can pile a bunch of these extra pillows and towels in between our sleeping bodies. You know, so that I do not mistakenly accost you in the night.”

“I never! I never thought…” he stammered.

“Of course not. I’m teasing you, mostly, but I certainly don’t expect you to sleep on the floor and considering where we are I would prefer you did not.” You piled up two extra blankets lengthwise in the middle of the bed. When he remained standing where he was, you shrugged, laid down, and turned over on your side. You really were tired and this was a mentally exhausting case. You didn’t have the energy to spend anymore time coaxing your sergeant into a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement nor to convince him that you could both behave like adults. You heard him shuffle into the bathroom and you heard the water start. You pulled the blankets tighter around you. The wind howled outside and despite the old heating system being turned up to its highest number, the room felt very cold. You pulled your knees up to your chest hoping to conserve heat.

You must have been close to dozing off because what felt like only a few minutes later you felt the far side of the bed dip and heard the lamp click off. The bed moved a little as Dodds tried to get comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight or continue looking like you were asleep, so you decided to stay as you were. Part of your decision came from the fact that you were so cold, you couldn’t bare the thought of uncoiling from your fetal position. As you started feeling heavier with sleep, you wondered if you had been shivering because you felt another blanket being placed over you. A hand very lightly squeezed your shoulder as you heard a whispered “Goodnight, Detective” before falling fully into sleep.

#mike dodds #mike dodds x reader #mike dodds x you #mike dodds oneshot #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order special victims unit fanfiction

[adarafaelbarba]

Only One Bed

“What do you mean ‘I’ll take the floor’? This floor is probably really dirty. I’m fine with sharing the bed.”

You were not about to let him lay on the floor and get infested by whatever bugs were in the carpets.

“Are you sure? The bed is not really built for two though.”

It was true. But it was late. You had to be up early the next morning to keep on driving if you wanted to get to New Orleans for the hearing. And to be fair, sharing a bed with your hot, grumpy partner was more than ideal. It would fuel fantasies for weeks.

“I don’t mind Velasco. Let’s get some sleep. We can’t be late tomorrow.”

He nodded in agreement, and finally got into bed with you.

With the close proximity you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and you let out a small shiver.

“You okay?” He asked in a whisper, his warm breath ghosting over you.

“Y—yeah.”

Joe chuckled, “You wanna tell me why you’re blushing then?”

“Shut up.” You groaned at his teasing.

It just made him chuckle more, and he lifted your chin up to make you look at him.

“Tell me what it is and I might give you what you want.”

“What are you getting at Velasco?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, darling. I know what you want.” A smirk crossed his lips as he kept looking down at your face. His face moving closer to yours.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, pulling him close for a kiss.

It starts off slow, but soon gains momentum. He moves you both to lay over you, grinding against you.

“Oh fuuuuuck—need you Jose”, you begged.

“How do you need me?”

“Fuck me—please!”

Didn’t really take much begging before he pushed your panties to the side and pushed into you. The two of you moaning at the feeling.

He started moving slowly inside you, reveling in the feeling. But as you started begging for more he couldn’t hold it any longer and started pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“So good for me, darling, taking me so well.”

“More—please—Jose—need more!” You sounded pathetic as you begged, but you didn’t care. As long as you got what you wanted, and with him you wanted everything.

Joe chuckled more, giving you exactly what you wanted and then some. Praising you in a mix of Spanish and English.

It all became your undoing and you soon enough hit your high, crying out his name in pleasure.

His own came not long after as you squeezed him tightly.

“Fuck—good girl—just like that!”

Not much warning was given as he pushed in hard, filling his release deep inside you.

As soon as you both came down he leant in to kiss you softly.

Promises of not making it a one time thing left your lips as you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

~~~

Tagging:

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#storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 #joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu x reader

[narvaldetierra]

Meet the Zapata's

This is the Fake dating / Meet the family square for the Holiday Bingo created by @storiesofsvu

Fandom: Blindspot Characters: Tasha Zapata & Patterson. Tasha's family (OCs) Tags: Zapatterson. Fluff. Mutual pinin. Only one bed. Words: 3168 A/N: This was supposed to be even longer, but by the time I could have finished it, the bingo would be over, so I preferred to shorten it in order to publish. Disclaimer: Zapata's family dynamic and composition are based on headcanons I have from the little we know about it, and most of it was created for this fic, like names and ages.

Summary: When Patterson is about to spend Christmas alone, Tasha invites her to join her family for dinner. Then they have the idea of pretending to be girlfriends, in order to Tasha avoid the question of every year "when are you going to introduce us to a boyfriend or a girlfriend?".

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“Ok… Are you ready?” Tasha asked. She turned off the car's engine and removed her seat belt. 

“Are you sure about this?” Patterson was about to freak out, she had seen too many movies to know that it could end very well or terribly bad.

“I don't know, but I already told them you were coming and…” she leaned in to get a better look out the window next to Patterson, “they all are there in the window, watching us.”

Patterson looked back and indeed, in the window, she could see an elderly woman, two couples about her age, and two children, huddled together facing the car.

“Oh boy!” She deflated her lungs, exhaling quickly, to control her nerves, “ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Here we go.”

“It would be just dinner, breakfast, and maybe launch. But if you feel too uncomfortable, we can go early.”

"Ok."

They both got out of the car, with some bags, and headed for the house.

The idea had come up a few weeks ago and it had seemed to both of them the best idea they could have had. Maybe it had been to avoid spending another holiday with the family wondering why she was still single, maybe it was because, otherwise, the blonde would have spent that day alone. Now Patterson was sure it was alcohol's fault. Anyway, there they were, about to enter Tasha's grandparents' house to pretend to be a couple for the next hours, until Christmas was over.

The door opened wide, revealing an elderly, plump woman, with gray, curly, and short hair, with a kitchen apron tied around her waist.

“Grandma!” Tasha exclaimed with a wide smile and came over to hug her in an affectionate greeting.

“Natasha, sweetheart” the woman hugged her back, “you have no idea how happy made me knowing you were coming,” she stood back to watch her for a moment “¿estás comiendo bien?” *(are you eating enough?)

“Sí, no tienes que preocuparte por eso.” *(yes, don't worry about it)

“Oh! You must be the famous Patterson.”

“Famous?”

“Well, I talked about you maybe once or twice,” Tasha said, and she wasn't lying, which had been a good base for them to believe that they were indeed a couple.

“Please, come in, come in… don't stay in the cold.”

“Thank you for receiving me, Mrs. Zapata,” she walked into the house behind Tasha, “I know you already have the whole dinner planned, but I liked to collaborate on something,” then offered her the bag she was holding.

“You didn't need to bring anything,” the woman took the bag and looked at the contents: a box of Christmas cookies, clearly purchased, but from a well-known bakery, and some candy canes, “and please, call me Adela.”

Adela led them to the living room, with the rest of the family. The couples were trying to hide how longing they were for their arrival, and the kids were pretending to play Mario Kart. As soon as they saw them, everyone went to greet and welcome the woman Tasha had finally brought to introduce into the family.

“Ok, ok, ok… Hi! What a thrill, I have never been greeted with such effusiveness when I come here” Tasha told to her family and put up a hand as a barrier to prevent them from pouncing on Patterson. “Leave her to breathe, you will have time to get to know her.”

Patterson remained silent, smiling nervously at everyone present. After listening to Tasha, everybody in the room took a few steps back, except for a little girl who was about 6 years old, with long, straight, light brown hair, whom she lifted up in her arms.

“Honey,” it took Patterson a second to realize that she was talking to her, “I want to introduce you to my family: he is my brother Santiago and his wife Pilar,” both waved their hands and nodded their heads. “and this is Abril, their daughter.” 

“I like your hair,” said the little girl in Tasha's arms.

“Why, thank you! I like yours.”

Proceeding with the other couple in the room, “he is my younger brother Fabián and his wife Laurie, and that's Sam over there, a big fan of Wizardville."

"Oh, well, maybe later I could tell you some secrets, a few easter eggs." Patterson was hiding very well how nervous she felt, and talking about her app would definitely help with that.

"That would be so cool!"

"He is their first son. You can see the second one will be here soon.” She added evidencing the woman's prominent belly, which was noticeable even under her sweater.

“It's a pleasure to meet you all.”

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, darling. Some here doubted whether you were real,” Pilar said looking sideways at her husband. 

“Everybody, this is Patterson,” Tasha continued, trying not to pay attention to Pilar's words, She had already guessed what her brother might have imagined and, honestly, maybe it wasn't too far from reality, after all, she was indeed inventing a relationship with her friend.

“Patterson?” Fabián said.

“What kind of name is that?” Santiago asked.

“It's actually my last name, but I don't use my first name.”

“Why not?” Abril wanted to know.

“I don't like it, that's why everyone calls me by my last name.”

“But, what is your name?” Sam intervened.

Patterson looked at those present feeling the pressure to give them an answer. "My name is William, named after my father."

“But William it's a boy's name!” Abril laughed.

“Apparently, my parents didn't hear that,” she joked.

A brief awkward silence followed, but Laurie made sure to fill it immediately, "Come on in, make yourselves comfortable," she pointed to the couches and reached for a seat, rubbing her belly. "And don't worry honey, whatever she told you about us, it's not true. We love having you here."

The group settled among the available seats, Sam sat on the beanbag turning his back to the rest, and resumed playing his video games. While Abril, all shy approached her father and hugged his leg, still looking at Patterson with a smile on her face.

“Let them settle in first,” an elder man joined the group.

“Grandpa!” Tasha exclaimed and rushed to hug him, "honey, this is Ernesto, my grandpa."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"You too, dear." He said. Tasha told her that he was a man of few words.

"You are going to sleep in Natasha's bedroom, the bed is already prepared. She can guide you there.” Adela said, “Santiago, Fabián, help them with their luggage.”

"Oh, there's no need to–"

"Please, darling, go upstairs, they'll take care of the suitcases."

"Ok."

Tasha had already warned that Adela always had the last word, so she knew better than to try to argue with her. Thus, Patterson followed the brunette through the house to the one that had been her room when she lived there. Then Tasha went downstairs to meet her brothers and get the suitcases. 

In the silence, Patterson's heart seemed to beat louder. Calm surrounded her and for a moment she remained motionless. She was not used to such a large family, it felt somewhat fun, but for the moment it had been a bit overwhelming.

Then she realized she was in Tasha's room, the teenage version of her friend, showing all kinds of information about her. On one wall still remained some music band posters, on the other, she could see a series of hand-painted stars, surrounding what she assumed was a painting of the solar system. She stroked her fingers over the painting on the wall, imagining the moment Tasha painted that, before looking closely at the photos on the desk.

“She looks pretty in that photo, doesn't she?” Adela's voice interrupted the silence, startling Patterson.

“Yeah… she looks– She is beautiful.”

“I hope they didn't scare you down there, it's just that Tasha hadn't introduced any dates here in a long time. Everyone was very excited to know you were coming.”

“Not at all, I get it.”

“Oh, no… no, no, no, no,” Tasha said in a rush as she came into the room and saw the photo in Patterson's hands, “you weren't supposed to see any of that.”

“Tasha, let her see them, anecdotes will be told at dinner anyway.”

“No, I said no stories.”

“I would love to hear some story about you,” Patterson said amused, “I know you liked stars, I'd love to know more about it. Perhaps, for once, you will be the nerd between the two of us.”

“Honey, you were at space camp every year, it is clear which one of us is nerdier.”

“And you insisted every year on going too,” intervened Adela. 

“I knew it!”

“Grandma!”

“Ok, now I'll leave you to settle in, dinner will be ready in an hour.”

The woman left the room and they both looked at each other in silence. After a brief moment, they both burst out laughing.

“They totally bought it.”

“I can't believe it. How did I not think of this before? This was a great idea!”

“Shhh, they'll hear you.”

“Everyone is thrilled with you. This will turn out even better than we imagined.”

When they went down to the living room, they started with the questions, they wanted to get to know Patterson better and she gracefully answered them one by one. She seemed like a pro, only talking as much as she wanted to and evading with a joke the ones she preferred not to answer. Pilar was in and out of the kitchen, and so was Tasha, while helping Adela with dinner preparations.

Eventually, Patterson sat down next to Sam and April on the beanbag and played a few Mario Kart races with them. The kids were having a good time, and so was she. Tasha couldn't help but look at Patterson all the time, she loved to hear her laughter, something that, lately, was very rare at work. When the race was over, she saw Patterson finish last and knew she had let the kids win, Tasha could only imagine how many times Patterson would have played Mario on her console.

Finally, Adela called for dinner and that's when the real questions began.

"And how did you start dating?" wanted to know Fabián, "who asked who?"

Both women exchanged glances. The good thing about pulling off this deception with Patterson was that she had thought of everything and they had agreed on a story about it, which sounded quite convincing. 

“I guess it was just a natural thing… I mean, after several years of us having each other's backs at work, eventually, the feeling just came up,” Patterson explained, “and one day, Tasha invited me to dinner. I didn't realize it was a date until dessert and when she drove me home, we talked about doing it again some other time, and… here we are.”

“What made you fall in love with her?” Abril asked then.

"Abril!" exclaimed Pilar, "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that. Abril has been reading too many romantic bedtime stories."

“Oh, no, no, it's ok." Patterson said in equal parts surprised and amused by the question, she hadn't thought of something that specific, yet the words came out of her mouth, "I could say it was her smile, to stay with romantic stories," she winked at the girl in complicity, "but it really was her boldness. How brave and determined she is,” it wasn't a lie, that was something she had always liked about her friend.

“I would have said stubbornly instead of determined, but ok,” Fabián replied just to annoy his sister, getting mocked by her and a napkin in the face in response.

“What about you auntie Tasha? What do you like about her?” Sam wanted to know.

"Boy, you guys are really curious" Tasha replied while keeping a smile on her face, hoping that the questions for details would end soon. "Well… She's funny, smart– with beautiful eyes.” Her gaze then met Patterson's and the words continued to pour out of her mouth, “I love how passionate she is about puzzles and the way she runs her tongue over her lower lip whenever she is thinking and concentrating.”

Patterson's cheeks turn pink by hearing those words, not knowing exactly how to react to them and unable to hide the smile that covered her lips.

A few more questions followed but eventually, the conversation moved on to other topics. When her family started telling anecdotes about when she was younger, Tasha didn't know whether she preferred that or going back to questions about their relationship. However, Patterson seemed amused by each thing they said.

The kids were to bed when dinner was over, and the grown-ups moved to the living room, to keep the chat a little longer. A new round of questions happened, Santiago was the most insistent bout it. As time went by, one by one they went to sleep, and after Adela and Ernesto, was Tasha and Patterson's turn. They were exhausted, and not just because it was late.

“They are great,” Patterson said looking for her pajamas and toothbrush in her suitcase.

“They are nosy.”

When they were ready for bed, it was when both noticed a fact they hadn't earlier: Tasha's room only had one bed.

“I guess there wasn't more space, with my brothers and their families here… and as we 'are a couple' ” the brunette said in a manner to explain the situation like she deserved some kind of explanation.

“No, of course, I understand.”

“I can take a blanket and sleep on the ground with my pillow if you want to.”

Patterson hesitated a while, “No. It would be weird if someone came in and found us that way.”

“Are you sure? Because I won't mind. I mean, you already did enough by coming here and helping me with my family.”

“Please! That's what friends are for, right?”

“Right.”

“Anyway,” she rushed to say, feeling silly for that comment, “it's just one night, we can share a bed.”

“Ok, yeah, no. You are right.”

Patterson laid down first, on the right side, while Tasha pretended to rearrange her things, delaying the moment. She wouldn't say it, but she was nervous. It wasn't as if she had never been this close to Patterson, but it was different this time, they were in what had been her room as a teenager. The context was much more personal. When everything in the suitcase was tidy, she couldn't pretend anymore and got into bed. Her arm touched Patterson's and she immediately rolled onto her side.

“Well,” Patterson rolled onto her side as well, facing each other, “good night.”

“Good night,” Tasha forced the words out, looked around, and added, "I'm going to- I'd better turn out the light." She turned around and after doing as she had said, stayed in that position, turning her back to Patterson, who did the same.

On Christmas morning, light filtered through the window, lighting straight into Tasha's face until she woke up. To her surprise, Patterson's arm curled around her, cuddling her asleep. She remained motionless for a while, then look over her shoulder and she could barely see that Patterson was peacefully sleeping. The hug was warm and comforting, gentle but firm and it made Tasha wonder when was the last time she had felt this way waking up next to another person.

She didn't want to wake her up, but even with the sharpest comment her grandma could make, she loved to make Christmas breakfast with her, and if she didn't get up soon, she would miss it. 

She took Patterson's arm by her wrist with just two fingers. She moved her as slowly as she could to sneak out of bed, but even that couldn't prevent Patterson to wake up. 

“Ugh? What happened?” she attempted to sit, disheveled and with half-opened eyes.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“No, no. I was about to– Did I was hugging you?”

“Hmm, yeah…”

“Sorry,” Patterson said feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, she was fully awake now “I didn't intend to make this awkward.”

“It's fine.”

“I was told I tend to hug asleep, but–”

“Patterson, relax, it's ok. It wasn't awkward at all.”

“Ok.”

“I'll go downstairs to make breakfast, you can stay here in bed a little longer if you want.” She put on a hoodie over her pajamas and walked to the door, “there's no need for you to dress up, you can use a sweater over your pajamas. We all do that this morning.”

“Ok, I'll go in a few minutes.”

“Ok.”

“Tash…”

“Yeah?” Tasha went back on her steps.

“Marry Christmas.”

“Marry Christmas Patterson,” gave her a smile and left the room.

Even if she had wanted to go back to sleep, after a few minutes she was able to hear the screams of the children running through the house.

“Santa was here! Santa was here!”

Throughout breakfast, the children happily handed the gifts to their respective owners and opened theirs with great enthusiasm. Sam went on and on about how thrilled he was to have received a replica of the Dragon Wizard's Staff from Wizardville. 

For the rest of the morning, Tasha and Patterson ended up acting as babysitters, taking care of and playing with the kids in the snow-covered front yard. Who threw the first snowball, Patterson couldn't be sure, but soon the war began: Abril and Sam vs. Patterson and Tasha.

The kids were faster than them to throw snowballs, so Patterson took the garbage can lid, to use it as a shield. Both of the kids tried their best, but after several attempts to hit Patterson, Tasha got tired of being the only available target, so she managed to get behind Patterson and put a snowball inside the back of her pajamas.

“Tasha!” she exclaimed dropping the lid of the garbage can, her shoulders shrugged, feeling the chill run down the skin of her back “That's treason!” 

Patterson tried to brush the snow off and as the brunette wouldn't stop laughing, she reached for some more snow and rubbed it over Tasha's head without even shaping it. The war was over and they both went to take a hot shower before catching a cold. 

After lunch they left, saying goodbye to the whole family with the promise to meet again some other time. Abril even hugged Patterson and, waving her hands in the air, wishing them a happy new year, the rest of the family watched them from the driveway as they got into the car.

“She's lovely,” Ernesto finally said.

“You know they were lying, right?” Santiago was sure he had caught them, he thought he knew his sister too well.

“No,” Adela replied with a big smile while she look at the car getting away, “that's what neither realized yet, non of them was lying.”

#storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 #zapatterson #tasha zapata #william patterson #patterson #fake dating #fanfic #blindspot #blindspot fanfic #zapatterson fanfic

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Burning Shame

A/N; Calex fluff with a side of burnt cookies. Written as part of @storiesofsvu​ ‘s Holiday Bingo.

“Nonono….” Casey enters the apartment to burnt sugar scent and Alex’s desperate attempts to clean up the mess. It’s another cooking disaster but Casey can barely hide her smile as she moves to clean up behind Alex, waiting until Alex puts the cookie sheet down before pulling her closer, kissing her softly. “Maybe we should just order in?” “Order in cookies?” “Well, unless you want to ask Greylek?” “Mmm, maybe tomorrow.” Alex murmurs, barely hiding her blush when Casey laughs, kissing her again. “At least you didn’t set the apartment on fire this time.” “Yet….” “Yeah, yet.” Casey teases. “It’s fine ‘Lex… not all of us can be Liv… little miss cooks, cleans and competent cop work.”

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law & order svu #law & order special victims unit #casey novak #alex cabot #calex #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022

[sleepdeprivedles]

King Suite

This is the only one bed square for @storiesofsvu​‘s holiday bingo!

Word Count: 666

Tags: fluff, professor/student AU

Professor Tiffany Valentine was excited to finally be boarding her plane to Chicago. She was headed to a conference, joined by her best and brightest student, Nica Pierce. Though she’d never admit it, Nica was her favorite student. She’d taken a liking to her early on; the young woman was whip-smart, asked compelling questions, and wasn’t afraid to challenge her at times. 

Tiffany couldn’t be sure, but she was beginning to think her affinity for Nica might be based on something more than professional. She was excited to sit next to her for the two and a half hour flight and pick her brain, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was more to it than that. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of sitting with and talking to Nica for such a long, uninterrupted period of time. Not to mention the fact that the young woman was beautiful, something Tiffany couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried. 

Once Tiffany and Nica were situated, they got to talking. 

“So, Professor Valentine, have you been to this conference before?”

“Yes, several times. I love it there. It’s a great place to learn about our field, and it’s good for networking, too. You get to meet all sorts of brilliant minds.”

“And where will we be staying?”

“At a hotel near the conference center. The department would only pay for one room, so it looks like we’ll be roomies for the weekend!” Tiffany felt almost electric at the thought of spending so much time with Nica. 

After the plane landed, Tiffany and Nica made their way to their hotel. They went up to the front desk to check in.

“Hi, we have a reservation under ‘Tiffany Valentine.’”

“One second please…Ah, here you are. You had the King Suite with a single king bed, yes?”

Tiffany and Nica looked at each other, eyebrows raised. 

“No, sir, we had the Queen Suite with two queen beds.”

“I’m sorry, but our system shows that you have the King Suite.”

“Can we book a different room?” Tiffany tried. 

“Sorry, ma’am, I’m afraid we’re all booked this weekend. There’s a big event happening this weekend so all of the hotels in the area are booked out.”

“So you’re saying we have to stay in this room if we want to stay anywhere?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Tiffany sighed and turned to Nica. “Are you okay with this?”

Nica laughed. “I guess I have to be. We can’t miss the conference.”

“Okay.” Tiffany turned back to the man at the front desk. “We’ll take it.”

Once they finished checking in and got their room keys, they took the elevator up to their room. It was quite late, so they decided it was time to go to bed. Tiffany’s heart was racing at the prospect of sharing a bed with Nica.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I can take a pillow and sleep on the floor.” Tiffany offered. 

Nica chuckled. “No, you don’t need to sleep on the floor. We’re both adults. We can share a bed. But you’re sweet to offer.”

Tiffany climbed into bed and Nica moved from her wheelchair to the bed. They agreed on a time to wake up and Nica set an alarm before they said goodnight and quickly fell asleep. 

The next morning, when they woke to the sound of the alarm, Tiffany had her arms around Nica. She quickly pulled away and apologized profusely. 

“I’m so sorry Nica!”

Nica moved her body closer to Tiffany’s before quietly admitting, “You don’t have to be sorry. I liked it…”

“You…did?”

“Yeah…Is that okay?”

Tiffany smiled and put her arms back around the younger woman. “Mhm.” 

Nica turned her head and gave Tiffany a light peck on the lips. “Is that okay?”

Tiffany smiled even wider. “Yes.”

Nica gave her another quick peck before turning back around. 

Tiffany didn’t know what this meant for her future, but she knew at that moment she couldn’t have been happier.

#tiffany valentine #nica pierce #niffany #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022 #my fic

[storiesofsvu]

Start of Something New

Derek Morgan x reader (kinda…it’ll make sense i promise) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of a parent, comfort all the way through otherwise. Covers the "holiday movies" for my bingo and the "neighbors" square of @resanoona 3k bingo!

You were slumped on your couch, doom scrolling through your phone in a feeble attempt to distract yourself when you heard a festive playlist burst to life on the other side of the wall. It wasn’t that the walls were paper thin but your living room shared a wall with Derek’s living room and you could often hear anything over certain volume going either way. It was one of the way the two of you had become friends. You’d exchanged phone numbers pretty early on after moving in, just to make sure if there ever were problems you could shoot off a text instead of having to climb off the sofa and wander down the hall to knock on the door. Then there was one night of TV binging where the same theme song could be heard through the wall at the same time, after hour three your phone buzzed with a text, Derek teasing you about your obsession and you shot back that he was doing the exact same. The next text that came through was him inviting you over for a few episodes and a beer and your friendship was born.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sound of the Christmas music flowing through the air, you used to love the holiday, but it was really all a sham that you could finally see through. You figured Derek was setting up for some stupid Christmas date night, which made you grumble, pulling the blanket tighter around your body as you turned up the volume on your phone. About twenty minutes later you heard the tell tale knock on the wall separating your apartments and you let out an audible groan.

“What?!” You called from your spot on the couch and the knock just repeated itself, louder this time.

Letting out a huff you got off the couch, leaving the blanket wrapped around you, phone clutched in hand you scooped up your keys and wandered out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. Derek’s door was unlocked, but you still knocked before letting yourself in.

“Jesus, someone’s feeling festive.” You greeted as your eyes swept through the space. His tree was up the last time you were over but it had still been bare. Today it was covered in glittering lights, sparkling garland and a ton of ornaments, there were Christmas lights illuminating over the balcony doors.

“Figured it might help brighten up the place, make the mood a little better, ya know?”

“Hmm.” You replied, tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked with a small laugh and you huffed.

“I’m sad and I demand cuddles.” You pouted and he chuckled.

“Okay sweetheart, you’ll get them. I figured we could watch a couple of movies anyways?” He crossed through the space to the open kitchen, “you want some eggnog? Spiked hot chocolate?”

“The second please.” You moved to the couch, dropping down onto it and tucking your blanket in, knowing that Derek would say no to help if you asked. A few moments later he returned with two large mugs of boozy hot chocolate and a plate of pastries, sinking down onto the couch beside you, his free arm naturally coming to lay across the back of the couch.

“So, what’s first? What’s your favourite?”

“Grinch.” You replied with a sigh, sinking into his side, “but I don’t wanna watch it.” Derek could feel the melancholy wafting off you and his head tilted down to look at you instead of the TV.

“Hey…” he nudged at you gently, “what’s eating you? You were all about Christmas last year. You were the one who insisted I needed a tree.”

“I used to watch it with my mom…. It’s my first Christmas without her.”

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, “sweetheart I should’ve realized. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You muttered, taking a hefty swig of your drink, “just no Grinch.”

“We could start with one of those ridiculously cheesy Hallmark movies? Take a drink every time something cringey or very stereotypical happens?”

“I’d like that.” You cast him a small smile before snuggling back into his shoulder.

Derek picked up the remote and scrolled through a couple of options until you found one that you agreed had to be absolutely terrible and clicked play. His idea to brighten your mood and help you relax into the idea of celebrating the holiday worked even better than both of you had thought, you rolled right into a second ridiculous movie and halfway through it were all laughter and smiles. You pointed out all the stupid things, the over the top tropes and couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy, terrible writing and how real life was never anything like these.

After the second movie you protested, saying you couldn’t handle anymore of it and Derek suggested swapping to the Home Alone trilogy and you were more than okay with that. He made sure to refill your drinks, and definitely made sure to give you all the cuddles you desired. The credits were rolling on movie number two and he glanced down at you, chuckling at the sight of your eyes fluttering, fully relaxed into him.

“You asleep there princess?” He teased and you scoffed.

“No.” You let out a sigh, pushing up to sitting properly and stretched out your body. Unlike when you’d first arrived, you were full of warmth, a happy smile on your face that Derek couldn’t help but smile at. “I should get going though, your couch is comfortable, but not comfortable enough to sleep on.”

“Alright.” He squeezed at your shoulder, guiding you back through the apartment to the door. He expected just a quick goodnight, surprised at the way you suddenly turned back to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug as you let out a small sigh.

“Thank you.” You murmured after a moment, “for all this. Even if it’s not what you intended in the first place.”

“Hey… anytime.” He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head and you let out a happy hum before pulling away, “and I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas. You’re coming over here, okay?”

“Don’t you already have that whole found family thing to be with?”

“So?” He shrugged, “what’s one more member of that?”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.” He flashed you a wicked grin and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Alright. But only if you promise those butterscotch marshmallow squares.”

“Oh that’s a guarantee baby.” He pulled you to him for another tight hug, “now go get some beauty rest.”

“Night Derek.” You smiled once more before turning and wandering back to your apartment.

True to his word, Derek encouraged you to join in on as many festivities as you wanted, making sure not to push too hard and joining you on the couch for movie nights instead of dealing with so many people on the days you didn’t want to. You got to meet a bunch of his friends, and he got to meet a couple of yours, a Christmas that you thought was going to be miserable and lonely ended up being filled with so much joy and love you never would have noticed what was bothering you.

It was on New Year’s Eve that it finally happened, years of friendship morphing into something more when the clock struck twelve and Derek pulled you to him for a gentle kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. You relaxed instantly into it, smiling when he pulled back to murmur a quiet ‘Happy New Year’ you returned the sentiment, but rather than step away you stepped closer, kissing him once more and truly was the start of something new.

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[deanstead]

Change

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N starts college, nervous about a new environment but a surprise encounter gives her new hope for that fresh start.

Square Filled: College AU for #resa.3kfiestabingo & Meet Cute for @storiesofsvu ‘s #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2022

Word Count: 1,169

Tags/Warnings: mentions of bullying

A/N: I was gonna post a Connor fic today, but just thought I would stay on brand and post this since 13 Nov is my birthday! Thanks to @sheetsonfire for beta services hehehehe <3

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Starting somewhere new was always difficult. You held back a sigh as you looked back up at the gates of the college you were starting at.

College.

Somehow or other, you’d managed to survive high school and get into college, something that had seemed so far fetched just a few years ago.

A new start was good for you. A sign that you’d put the literal hell of high school behind. Here, no one knew you. You didn’t have to walk with your head down or look over your shoulder. But even so, a new environment was daunting.

You turned a corner, so lost in your efforts of trying to breathe normally that you didn’t see the boy who was coming towards you, both your bodies bumping against each other. You stumbled backwards, hearing the thud of the file in your hand fall to the ground.

“Sorry.”

The both of you spoke at the same time and you glanced up, looking into kind green eyes, framed by short dark brown hair.

The boy in front of you offered a smile, bending to hand you your file.

“Freshie?” He asked, his eyes not missing the welcome file you were carrying.

You nodded with a small smile.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, then.” He said, glancing at his watch before he took off in another direction like he was late, but not before flashing you another smile.

Your eyes followed him a little curiously before you hurried towards the auditorium where you were supposed to be.

You knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

You’d sat through informative lectures, jotting down notes. But for some reason, schools were really unforgiving towards introverts. Ice breakers and self introductions to top it off before the person in charge of the session explained that they were trying something new this year.

“Each of you have been assigned a buddy, a senior in the major you are taking.”

For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. Maybe you hadn’t left high school yet. Why the hell did anyone need a buddy in college? When would schools learn that they needed to let introverts live?

“Hey.” A guy’s voice reached your ears at the same time you felt someone tap your shoulder. “I think I’m your…” His voice trailed off as you turned and the both of you stood there blinking at each other.

“Hey again.” He finally said, a smile forming on his face.

And you recognized him - the guy you’d practically collided into on your way here.

You gave him an awkward smile.

“I’m Jay.”

You glanced down at the paper you had in your hand, that had the name and contact information of your buddy - Jay Halstead.

It wasn’t that bad, you thought, as you glanced up at Jay who was walking next to you.

You figured that after the first day or two, you probably wouldn’t see much of Jay anymore. But it was weirdly comfortable having him around or accost you between classes, and Jay seemed to take his buddy status very seriously.

Which was why he was now walking next to you, as you made your way through the school.

“Jay?” You interrupted him in the middle of his sentence about one of the buildings in the far corner and he glanced down at you. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“Look, all the other seniors or buddies have already left the freshmen to their own devices. You don’t have to… to force yourself to do this, alright?”

A small frown formed on Jay’s face, like he was confused.

You shrugged. “I’m just saying…”

“Well it’s not my fault I take things seriously.” You could hear the mild teasing in his voice and you glanced up at him.

Jay smiled down at you. “Relax, I’m not gonna eat you alive. I just thought we could be friends.”

You blinked back at him, the last word settling in your mind like a foreign language.

“No?” He asked, and even you could hear the hint of seriousness behind the teasing in his voice.

You just smiled with a small shake of your head, your voice quiet. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Good.” Jay said, smiling. “Shall we grab a coffee or something? I’ll show you a nice place.”

You were about to say no when you froze.

The girls crossing the path just up ahead were familiar faces, faces you’d rather forget.

And yet the memories that flashed through your head made you feel like you were reliving it all over again. Humiliation as they taunted and laughed at you, the burning sear when your ankle had twisted the wrong way once, the desperation to hide from them only giving them more ammunition to torture you.

You exhaled, trying not to let it show even as you dipped your head, letting your hair fall across your face.

“Hey, you alright?”

You didn’t answer him and Jay’s eyes flicked ahead to the girls that were laughing, and even the way they walked seemed to tell Jay something.

“Come on.” He said quietly, his hand closing around your wrist before he took you in the opposite direction away from them.

Jay had taken you back along the way you’d originally come from, past the building you normally had lectures in, and towards one of the smaller buildings in the back, taking you right up to the roof.

“You don’t have to talk about it, or say anything. But it felt like you needed this.” Jay said quietly, his eyes looking outwards. “You can call it a hideout, I guess. No one else really comes here.”

Both of you stood there in silence for a while, seeming to be cut off from the rest of the school that was wandering down below, the wind gently blowing through your hair and you exhaled.

The silence was actually comfortable.

You glanced back at him and for some reason, felt the urge to talk to someone else, for the first time in your life.

So you broke the silence. “I had a hard time in high school.”

You could feel Jay’s eyes on you even though you weren’t looking at him any longer but all he said was, “That was them, wasn’t it?”

You glanced up, before you gave him a small smile.

“Stupid, isn’t it?”

Jay turned to face you now, your eyes meeting. “Hey, listen. You don't have anything to worry about. There’s one thing here that your high school didn't have.”

You cocked your head to the side without asking him a direct question.

Jay smiled. “Me.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed across your face, even though he was being a bit of an idiot. “Thank you, Jay.” You glanced around the empty roof as if to make a point. “For sharing this with me.”

Both of you exchanged a smile and fell back into a comfortable silence.

Change was scary, but sometimes change also came with new surprises.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Power Outage

You were in the middle of submitting your master’s dissertation when it happened. The assignment was almost sent in when the whole room was engulfed in darkness.

A scream of frustration slipped your lips as you started sobbing. It was your life’s work, your moment to shine and show just what you were capable off. And your ticket out of the NYPD who you’d given so much of your time too. The assignment you’d slaved over for months, and now you sat there, crying in utter frustration. Four years of night classes after long, grueling shifts, it all meant nothing if you couldn’t hand it in.

You knew you should have sent it in earlier. But you were a perfectionist, and wanted every moment you could have to make sure it was perfect.

Too lost in your own sorrow you had turned to the bottles when there was a knock on your door.

After the fourth knock you finally got up, bottle hand and practically ripped the door open.

“What?!”

On the other side was Sonny, wearing one of his grey henleys and jeans, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Congrats on handing in your dissertation! So proud of—why is your apartment so dark?”

“I lost my power. And didn’t get to send in my dissertation!” Fresh tears were welling up in your eyes and you looked away from him, not wanting him to see.

“Is there still time? I could drive you to work and you can send it from there.”

“Deadline was 30 minutes ago—just leave it Carisi.”

“Can I come in?”

You were in no state to fight him, so you simply stepped to the side, letting him walk into the pitch black apartment.

“You’ve got candles right?”

Nodding you pointed out where they were and he let his phone flashlight show the way.

Soon enough the living room was lit with a few candles of various sizes. The two of you sat on the floor, leaning on the couch.

“We don’t have to talk about it. But I’m all ears if you want to.”

You sniffed. “Thank you Dominick.”

“Any time, y/n.”

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[narvaldetierra]

It's just a kiss

This is the Mistletoe square for the Holiday Bingo created by @storiesofsvu

Fandom: Blindspot Characters: The team. Tags: Crackfic. Chaotic Rich. A little fluff in the end. Words: 1608 A/N: Just because I love this chaotic being. It was funnier in my mind, but here we go.

Summary: Rich and a mistletoe, what could go wrong?

Or

5 times Rich strategically placed a mistletoe and one time he got a kiss.

Rich looked at his calendar, what looked like a green asterisk was drawn on that very same day. The team names were distributed over the following 5 days, starting with “What was her name?”. He had the whole week planned and expectations too high, even for him.

The journey began early on Monday morning. He had precisely measured the space in the hallway to the lab, counted the steps one by one to calculate the exact spot, and studied Tasha's movements during the mornings. He knew the exact moment she would go to the lab and he waited in hiding until it happened.

“Hey!” greeted her with a wide and characteristic smile on his face, pretending that they had met by coincidence. 

“Hey, Rich.” She greeted back in a much less friendly way.

“What are you doing this early here, did Patty already call you?”

“No, I just came to say hi and see if I could be of any help.”

“Oh, very thoughtful of you,” his voice was already beginning to sound suspicious. However, before she had time to react, he grabbed her by the arm to stop her. Because of the way Tasha stared at him, he immediately regretted it. “Hey, now that we're here, I wanted to ask you something. You've been here longer than I am, and you know better the policies here, and–”

“Just say it Rich.”

“Hmm, that is what I think it is?” he said at high speed pointing upward. A few inches over their heads hung a branch of mistletoe, the only Christmas decoration in the entire hallway. 

Tasha opened her mouth in surprise and immediately shook her head, looking at Rich with a frown.

“Judging by your silence I'd say yes,” he shrugged, “well, who am I to interfere with the rules, right?”

He closed his eyes and leaned on her, giving her space to correspond the kiss. However, halfway through he stopped when he heard her.

“Don't even try it. Unless you want to get a black eye.” 

Rich jumped back, clapping his palms together as if wiping them clean, “yeah, well, they shouldn't put those decorations in the office, don't you think? It can be something inappropriate.”

Tasha snorted and walked away toward the lab. He watched her walk away, after getting his first cross for the week. He comforted himself with the thought that there were still four more days to try.

—---

On Tuesday afternoon he put his second plan into action. When Patterson arrived at the lab, he was waiting for her with a cup of coffee for her and a preliminary report about a tattoo he had been working on. He had tried to make it all seem normal and hide his enthusiasm, but the Machiavellian smile on his face was undisguisable.

“What it's happening?” Patterson asked after a few minutes.

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“Rich,” she insisted “what did you do?”

“Nothing!” his voice became high-pitched, so he cleared his throat and added, “you can come here and confirm it if you want.”

Patterson left the terminal on which she had been working and walked over to the corner of the lab where Rich was working. At that moment, Rich pull off from a string and a mistletoe fell dangling just above their heads.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, pretending to be surprised, “Are they already setting up the Christmas decorations?”

“Rich, we don't usually decorate the office, especially not the lab.”

“Someone seems to have missed the memo,” he shook his head with a disapproving grimace, before adding, “but you know, a tradition is a tradition, and I'm no one to break them…” He watched her expectantly with hope, but the feeling was short-lived.

“Definitely no.” Patterson said.

“Oh, come one, it is just a kiss… I don't want to do it any more than you do, but tradition dictates it.”

“Rich– I won't– You can take the idea out of your mind because it's not going to–” Patterson's voice was interrupted by an alarm from the tattoo base and that was it. She walked away from him and Rich spent the rest of the day harping on their debt to the mistletoe. However, nothing happened.

—---

Wednesday was Reade's turn. It had been hard to plant the mistletoe in Reade's office, but the night before, after everyone had gone home to rest, he took the opportunity to climb through the ventilation ducts from what he called "his office" to the FBI sub-director's office. 

As he wasn't able to carry a ladder through ventilation ducts, hanging the mistletoe would be almost impossible, considering the high ceilings in the office. So he decided to make a little machine, that was placed in the vent, with an extensible arm long enough to hold the mistletoe just above the middle of the desk.

He had to be honest with himself, deep down he had no hope of actually achieving anything, but he figured he had nothing to lose by trying either. But when kindly reminded him that he could terminate his contract and return him to prison at any time, Rich decided that it was time to run and never try something like that ever again.

—---

Late on Thursday, he ran into Jane in the office lockers. His hope was beginning to fade, but he wasn't giving up like that, he would keep trying until the end of the week. 

The truth was that placing the mistletoe there had been tricky. Not because of the logistics of doing so, but because of choosing the right location to make sure they could meet in the same place. He thought about positioning it on top of her locker, or on top of the sinks in front of the mirror. But in the end, he decided the placed it over the door and waited inside for her to arrive, pretending to be on his way out.

“Hey! Going home already?” he asked as if it were something usual.

“Rich,” she was surprised, “hmm, yeah, I was leaving.”

“Yeah... it was a long day,” nodded and an awkward silence ensued, “Well, I don't want to be the one to slow you down, I'm sure you have plans.” He took a step out of the room so she could enter, then pointed to the mistletoe, “hey, have you seen that?”

Jane seemed surprised to see that branch in such a remote location, with nothing else for decoration, then she understood what was going on, and she gave Rich a look that said “it's not going to happen”.

“I think someone has a lot of Christmas spirit,” said pretending it wasn't his, “Do you think that we should–? You know…”

“What? I'm not going to kiss you, Rich,” she said indignantly, taking a step back.

“What are you talking about! I meant to take it off,” he replied with a sardonic short laugh, “Did you really think I would propose such a thing? I mean, if you want to I could think about it.”

“Well, I know that–” Jane began to say, but he interrupted her.

“But please, Jane, we are at work. It won't be appropriate, and you are already married,” he let out a snort still laughing and shaking his head, as he walked away, leaving Jane pretty much confused, since she already knew about the attempts to kiss Tasha and Patterson he already had during the week.

—---

Friday was his last attempt to get any kisses under a sprig of mistletoe. While Tasha and Jane interrogated a suspect related to a tattoo case, Rich was outside the room along with Kurt. They both watched in silence, Rich with his tablet in hand, to corroborate the data in case of need, but his mind traveled much further imagining another scenario. 

He did love to get a kiss from Kurt, he had set it as a personal challenge for himself since they met and he knew he was an FBI agent, rather than a hitman, but he knew he would never get it. Indeed, he knew Kurt was too straight, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than making him uncomfortable through all his innuendos.

That's why, when he finally set the mistletoe over their heads, and even when he didn't get the kiss he was aiming for, enjoyed every second of Kurt's look, hesitating over the most appropriate response to give until Rich laughed and said it was just a joke. Kurt laughed as well, still nervous. He wasn't that sure about the "joke".

—---

Friday night, with no more urgencies to solve and disappointed for not getting even a single kiss, he was ready to return to the safe house, with the usual guard. However, while he was waiting for the elevator, a familiar fragrance reached him and above his head, he could see a male hand holding a small branch of mistletoe. When he turned around, he met the beautiful brown eyes of Boston Arliss Crab. His smile was immediate, making his eyes shine. 

Rich leaned close to him, put his hand cupping the side of Boston's face, and kissed him. He even closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, happy to have gotten his long-awaited kiss.

“What are you doing here?” Rich asked.

“Well, I had to come to see some papers from the last time I served for the FBI and I heard you had an interesting week.”

“Oh, you know about it?”

“Of course I do, what else would I have this for?” emphasized on mistletoe.

Rich laughed, bite his lip, and kissed him again. It definitely was the most wonderful time of the year.

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

Hallmark Holidays

A/N: Written as part of @storiesofsvu​ ‘s Holiday Bingo. Elle watches JJ watch a movie.

“I still don’t know how you watch these movies…” Elle’s voice is soft even as she strokes a lazy hand through JJ’s hair, tucking a strand of blonde hair out of JJ’s eyes, her lips brushing JJ’s ear even as she curls a little closer, smiling when JJ trembles. JJ’s focus is still, somehow, on the movie but Elle’s smile is soft as she leans to kiss JJ’s shoulder. She hates these movies, too boring and traditional, but she doesn’t mind watching JJ watch them. “Maybe I’m just a romantic…” JJ’s voice dips as she risks a glance at Elle, her smile soft when she realizes Elle really is focused on her. She’s been a romantic since she was old enough to understand what dating is, hoping she’ll find the right person, but now she feels like she has the right person, even on the nights neither of them can sleep. “Maybe I just like watching you watch me.” “As if I don’t do that anyway.” Elle teases, kissing JJ softly. “Watch your movie… it’s fine.” The two settle back to watching the movie, Elle’s smile soft when JJ pulls her closer, letting her lips find JJ’s shoulder. “Merry Christmas Jay.”

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