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Walls Broken Down ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Reader
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Summary— AU where Rita is friends with a young Reader (thinking 20s, whereas Rita’s in her mid to late 40’s). Rita has a past that haunts her, and one day it just all becomes too much. Reader is there for Rita as much as she can be.
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Warnings: angst, implied anxiety attack, past trauma, implied small mental breakdown, fluff, age gap (all legal), comforting, physical comforting, happy ending fluff, etc.
Enjoy (;
She knew you hadn’t meant to. All you had done was brush her shoulder as she had walked past Rita to grab some utensils. But now Rita could feel herself trembling in her own kitchen. She could feel her knees wobbling and her lip trembling. Before she knew it, she was collapsing back against the pristine marble top counter, falling to the accented floor with her back to the dark walnut cabinets.
Waves of raw pain crashed over the woman. She could feel the tears already surfacing as the memories punched her in the gut, one after the other relentlessly. Memories of him. A past too terrifying to reconcile. Him invading her senses once more. Him taking advantage of her once more. Him, the man who had ruined her for anyone else. She felt so numb. She felt so violated. She felt so used. Rita’s mind replayed painful memory after painful memory, not able to stop. That one singular touch had sent her mind into a spiral.
As Rita came crashing down to the floor, you had dropped what you were doing and had rapidly approached the shaking brunette. But as you kneeled down to comfort and check in with her, you had extended your hand to the women’s back. Rita instinctively withdrew with sharp skill, a horrifying instinct drilled into her. She sucked in a breath as she avoided your touch, like it was a hot, scalding iron rod, curling up with her arms around her retracted knees.
Rita closed her eyes, and a tear escaped her left eye as she recalled all the haunting memories of her past, the ones that she had thought had surely been buried long ago. Seemingly not. Her limp, curled up form floated back to that day. All those years ago, she had been so young. She had been so innocent, kind of like you. Your touch hadn’t even been that bad, hadn’t even been intentional. But it didn’t matter. A flood of sadness came over the woman next, filling every sense of her being in a depressive state.
Rita couldn’t stop the following downpour of tears that emerged from her form. She curled even tighter into herself, shaking violently on the ground. In the back of her mind, she could vaguely hear you calling out her name in appropriate concern. But the ringing pain in her head was louder. The brunette sat on her kitchen floor; her tears ran down her body and pool on the ground. She managed to peek out of her cocoon, but she couldn’t look at you. Instead, her reeling mind tried to grasp the surroundings around her. From her position, She could see the heights of her living room, where her Bloomingdale curtains had once hung, but now with her remodel, all there remains are the new, empty gold drapery rods waiting for new, luxurious drapes to cover the glass wall. She tried to focus on those, the drapery rods.
Her mind was an abyss. Her life was a failure. Why did she even try? It was useless. She was useless. Part of Rita knew that was not true, but that part was currently tied up, duck-taped, and thrown in a closet, door locked and key lost. The new and improved part of her that she had spent curating was thrown aside. The new coats of platinum white on her walls were stripped to reveal the mundane beige of her college youth. This wasn’t your fault. It was her own. She deserved this. She deserved all of this. She cringed internally at how pathetic she was behaving, at how pathetic she was.
After a god awful amount of time of sobbing on the tile floor, Rita eventually could produce no more tears. She sniffled and slowly raised her head from her defensive curl towards you. And she was immediately met by your eyes dazzling with concern and naivety. You looked up to her like a mentor and here she was breaking down in the middle of her kitchen. How pathetic. Rita felt a pang of guilt ripple through her as you attempted to speak to her once more.
“Hey, Rita…Are you okay…?”
But Rita was in no state for verbal coherence. She nodded, as her lip trembled. She felt so small. Even though she was taller than you, even though her build was stronger than you, even though she was decades older than you, Rita still felt small. She felt like she was small enough for the world to swallow her whole without anyone noticing. She felt like she was small enough for him to come back and for her to not be able to fight back.
Your eyes softened as you nodded and cautiously extended a hand to the brunette. Rita couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips at the kind gesture. That alone made her want to cry again. She slowly reached out and gingerly took your hand. With your help, the woman stood up on her wobbly legs. She took a deep breath as she stood. You didn’t know what happened, what was happening. But you were determined to be there for Rita.
Rita’s thoughts were still swimming, but now she had an anchor. Now, your consenting touch was keeping her tethered to reality. As you guided her to sit down by the kitchen island, Rita took deep breath after deep breath. She now knew that she couldn’t continue to ignore her past like this. No matter how many properties she owned, no matter how many times she remodeled and tried to cover it all up, no matter how many times she rebought her entire wardrobe, it would never go away. No, she had to properly heal. And as she squeezed your hand in gratitude and reassurance, she knew that she would be alright.
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Rita Calhoun Masterlist
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hjbirthdaywishes · 1 year
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November 27, 2022
Happy 53 Birthday to Elizabeth Marvel. 
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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months
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*Salute emoji*You will never be us,Potheads and death weights
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holopossums · 3 months
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The sky doesn't care what my poor heart wants And the desert can't hear my cries The moon doesn't mind that I'm left all alone And she's gone, gone
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autumnmobile12 · 6 months
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After some reflection on why I gravitate towards certain characters, I've narrowed my favorites into three archetypes:
(Note: These are not all of my favorites; just the immediate suspects who come to mind right now.)
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A snarky bitch
(With exceptions. This sort of character does have a fine line between a delightful smart ass and someone who's just mean.)
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Someone who's living in the madness of their own mind
(However which way that manifests.)
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Characters who just have confidence or straight-up audacity and/or are past the point of giving a shit for whatever reason
(I'm aware insecurity is a big part of Shizuo's character, but the guy also has boundaries he's not shy about enforcing.)
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Or characters who are some bizarre combination of all three
(Or have traces of those three elements.)
Yes, Allen belongs in this final category because, while a sweetheart, he will still blackmail his allies, cheat at cards and publicly humiliate his opponents, and is a occasionally snarky little shit.
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Disclaimer: None of this is to say I don't enjoy the badasses like Vi, or wholesome characters like Celty or Sypha, or the cinnamon roll, heart full of rainbows, 'can do no wrong' type of characters like Deku. They just don't entertain me half as much as the lineup pictured above.
You also may have noticed that some of these characters are straight up really awful people. (Izaya in my opinion being the worst cause he doesn't even have the paper thin excuse of a tragic backstory.) Being entertained by fictional characters and condoning what they do are two separate matters. I condone nothing; these people are monsters. Sometimes you want to hand them a blanket and some tea, sometimes you're just here to watch them fall, but fictional monsters are the only good kind of monsters.
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amanda-multifandom · 3 months
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Earth N has officially begun and ready to read!
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Frederick Sandys (1829-1904) "Helen and Cassandra" (1866) "Helen of Troy" (1867) Pre-Raphaelite The scene depicts Cassandra berating Helen as Troy burns in the background with Helen chewing on a lock of hair in the manner of a spoiled child. This composition portrays the same sulky sideways glance and lowered forehead as seen in the illustration.
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blazersparker · 9 months
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Miscellaneous doodles bcuz I've felt real tired lately
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 9 months
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The Librarians S04E05/Almost Paradise S02E02.
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why-i-love-comics · 1 year
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Batgirls #12 - "Bat Girl Summer" (2022)
written by Becky Cloonan & Michael W. Conrad art by Neil Googe & Rico Renzi
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geekynightowl1997 · 9 days
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Who is your spirit animal
And why is it one of these people;
1. Nate
2. Sophie
3. Hardison
4. Parker
5.Eliot
6. Breanna
7. Harry
8. Eve
9. Jenkins
10. Cassie
11. Ezekiel
12. Jake
13. Kai
14. Ernesto
15. Alex
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hjbirthdaywishes · 5 months
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November 27, 2023
Happy 54 Birthday to Elizabeth Marvel.
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thetimetraveler24 · 5 months
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Blacked out, woke up $200 poorer, and there’s an e-mail from Illumicrate confirming a purchase for the Percy Jackson box set? 🤔
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your-nanas-house · 2 years
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♡ Quick smut stories ♡
Choose a character I write for and a number (from 50 to 300) and I'll write a short smut story.
♡ Characters: Cameron Monaghan, Cal Kestis, Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, James Walker, Theseus Scamander, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Older!Damian Wayne, Peter Parker, Cassandra Cain, Selina Kyle, Dano!Riddler, maybe Chris Decker (?)
♡ Words: 50 to 300
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Help Me Pick What I'm Writing Next (Misc. Edition pt. 2)
Chest Piece: Grant Wilson gives Thomas Blake a tattoo and they hit it off. (one-shot)
Tread Carefully: Melanie breaks into Terry's apartment to return his hoodie, and they fall right back into each other's arms.
Like Glass: Kole agrees to go to Joey's family dinner, but she self-destructs and chaos ensues. (bookstore au; fake dating au; unrequited)
The Stained Glass Temple: Jean-Paul meets Connor in the writing center, and he lets Connor read his personal essay for his religious course. They bond over their connections to their respective faiths.
Cain's Corral: Cass shows up in California while on the run from the law in Gotham. While disguised as BOTH a brother (cowhand) and sister (saloon singer) (Cain and Cassandra Castor), she catches the eye of several men and women in the town. (cowboy au)
Bonded: Rose and Cass could never get along, but a study group turned one-night stand, Cass realizes she has feelings for Rose, and that terrifies her.
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amanda-multifandom · 9 months
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Bruce suggests to Flash that the kids go camping as a part of bonding.
Dick is appointed as chaperone with Rick, Jedda, April, LJ, Kshin, Amy, Jason, Stephanie, Cassandra, Tim, and Duke, all in attendance.
Luke Fox makes his first appearance and joins the group on the camping trip.
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