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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 1 year

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Some softish wedding vibes for the lovely @flowercrowngods sorry this took all day

The wedding was beautiful. A cosy little affair in the forest surrounding the Byers-Hopper cabin, just The Party and their immediate family. The guests had a myriad of mismatched chairs decorated with pretty tulle bows, the aisle strewn with wildflower petals collected by the kids, fairy lights strung from the trees casting a warm glow over the dusk ceremony.

The older teens of the party had been on decorating duty and they’d done a great job, even if Steve did say so himself.

Joyce looked stunning in her simple, lace summer gown, Hop beaming and wiping tears from his eyes as Jon walked his mum down the aisle.

Claudia sobbed loudly, Dustin tutting but handing her tissues, shhing her every now and again, making everyone hide a smile behind their hands when she'd wailed "it's just so beautifulllllll!"

Murray had officiated, dressed in ceremonial robes and actually on his best behaviour for a change. Will was Joyce's man of honour, El was Hop's best woman, Steve had never seen either of them look more radiant.

Steve had been roped into dress shopping by El and Max because although she was doing much better, Max's eyesight wasn't what it once was and Steve was apparently the only one with any fashion sense. He was glad he'd gone with them because the three of them had had so much fun, both girls had picked beautiful dresses without really needing his help at all, not that it stopped him smiling to himself as they spun happily in front of the floor length mirror, letting the skirts flow around them, or from taking them both for new records and ice cream, that Dustin had thrown a two hour fit for missing out on.

Then somehow the mum's had talked him into taking all the boys to hire tuxedos, not that he'd minded but Eddie had tagged along when he heard from Dustin that it was going to be a fun road trip with new records and ice cream, and seeing him spin out of the dressing room, all high on life from being with the kids and out of Hawkins, his hair tied up in a messy bun had taken Steve's breath away. Luckily he'd managed to cover it up with a laugh when Dustin had popped out next dressed in a white tux, strutting around because he thought he looked like Elvis.

So they all looked gorgeous and it was all just very sweet and picturesque and romantic.

Although Steve could've done without Mike snarking in his ear at every opportunity, snapping his name like his nanny used to when he was misbehaving, except Steve wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact the first time he'd been told off he'd been up a ladder hanging lights, the second time he'd only walked out the cabin, now dressed in his suit, trying and failing to get his tie perfect. The third time he'd been stuffing cake in his mouth in a rush because his and Max's song had just come on but he was torn between moving and eating, so he'd sloppily thrown the cake in his mouth, frosting pouring out the edges of his lips. Steve didn't get his reaction, yeah it was a little gross but Max was laughing so who cared.

So as soon as the song ended and El came back to dance with Max, Steve grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the cabin.

"Okay, what's your problem? You've been at me all day!" Steve demanded to know, hands on his hips.

Mike spluttered and grouched incoherently, something about Eddie, him being a person, which was just perplexingly obvious. And for someone who'd had a lot to say all day, he suddenly wasn't saying anything, but Steve knew if he just waited Mike out, he'd eventually get his thoughts out in a coherent sentence. Except Will came dashing into the cabin, eye's lighting up when they landed on Mike, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back out into the party, before he ever had a chance.

Steve sighed rejoining the reception, mingling and chatting and trying not to be too obvious as he watched Eddie, maybe he'd said something to Mike, maybe he'd noticed the way Steve hadn't really been able to keep his eyes to himself, since, well since forever really but he'd definitely been more consciously aware of his lingering gazes since he'd woken up in the hospital with a joke and a groan, and they'd only become more incessant since he'd first seen him in that damn tux. Christ, Steve get a hold of yourself!

He just hopes he wasn't making Eddie uncomfortable, he didn't think he was because every time Eddie glanced over, it was always with a big smile, the one that started soft but grew until his dimples were showing when Steve smiled back, so he was almost sure that probably wasn't it, surely he'd look away like Robin did when men letched over her.

The next time Mike snapped at him, he was only dancing with Robin, not closely and certainly not well. Dancing In The Moonlight by King Harvest was playing, it was a song they all knew and loved and listened to whenever they all hung out. Robin had dragged him to his feet, just as he'd sat down with Wayne to chat about next weekend's game, and forced him to dance, waggling his arms around and doing all the silly moves until he couldn't help but join in.

Steve's eyes immediately snapped to Eddie, who was sitting by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, looking more miserable than Steve had ever seen him, even when he was a wanted man and on the run. Steve handed Robin to Mike, who protested about being forced to dance, but Robin had had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem too fussed about who she was dancing with, so long as she had a dance partner.

Wayne had his arm slung over the back of Eddie's chair but Eddie was slouched forward head in his hands forlornly watching everyone dance instead of joining like he usually would. Wayne and Steve shared a smile as he headed towards them, Wayne jumping up with a mumbled excuse, disappearing over to the buffet table to chat with Claudia.

Steve loved how he never needed words with Wayne, it was like he could read Steve like a book, had since their first meeting in Eddie's hospital room, he'd just given Steve a hard stare and for a second he thought he was about to get a smack or at least thrown out but Wayne had just given him a soft smile and pulled out another uncomfortable plastic chair for Steve to sit with him at Eddie's bedside.

They'd been fast friends, bonding over stories of Eddie, sports and an adoration of cheese of all things. Wayne even called him son, like he did with Eddie but that was probably just because there hadn't been a weekend since Eddie left the hospital, where Steve hadn't been at their new government bought apartment, screaming at the tv or the radio with Wayne, Eddie huffing and rolling his eyes and bemoaning that he was being forced to put up with two sports fanatics.

But Steve quickly learned the easiest way to settle Eddie was through his stomach, staying after the game to make fresh pizza or four cheese gnocchi or manicotti, from recipes he'd stolen from an old trunk in his attic, watching with pride as both Munson's wolfed down his food, was the easiest way to make Eddie beam at him.

Eddie hadn't noticed Steve coming over, didn't even perceive his presence until there was nothing but a pair of legs directly in his eyeline, forcing Eddie to look up at him.

"Hi," Steve said tentatively, Eddie's smile settling quickly back into place but not quite meeting his eyes.

"Stevie," Eddie greeted, aiming for normality but just the fact that he hadn't drawn out the e gave him away, "nice moves," he teased, sounding a bit too grouchy to be playful.

Steve adored that about their dynamic, the playful mocking, the poking and tickling and doing whatever they could to make the other bite back or laugh hysterically or both but it felt less like their playful banter and more like a defense mechanism, like maybe Eddie was mad with him.

And maybe it was something about the soft warm lighting or the giant strawberry moon peering down on them or the fact that they were at a wedding but something felt bigger, heavier but at the same time incredibly delicate like one wrong move could destroy them both.

"Dance with me," Steve murmured instead of teasing him back, holding his hand out for Eddie to take. Eddie furrowed his brows and blinked owlishly at him, Steve couldn't help thinking he looked adorable but if he let his introspection go on too long, he'd be lost for the night. Steve wafted his hand impatiently, trying to snap Eddie into the present but he only blinked slowly at his outstretched hand too.

"Aren't you dancing with Robin?" Eddie eventually asked hesitantly, which confused the living bejesus out of Steve because surely he couldn't mean…

Steve shook his head vigorously trying to send that mental image back to the pits of hell where it belonged, glancing purposefully over to the dance floor, he could see Robin'd got her arms around Nancy's neck blushing deeply as she babbled constantly. He knew she hadn't quite been able to look at Nancy the same way since they'd visited Creel together but Nancy had her arms securely around Robin's waist, listening intently and grinning and maybe, just maybe…

"I think she's content with her new partner," Steve mumbled, knowing full well that Eddie knew Robin almost as closely as he did, knew that Eddie could see what he saw and that whatever he was doing was some kind of avoidance technique, "dance with me."

They'd danced before, alone and in front of the party, there was no reason for Eddie to be nervous, didn't stop him looking anxiously around Steve's legs at the dancefloor, "There's people," Eddie muttered dejectedly.

Steve glanced over his shoulder and then back to Eddie, with a confused frown, "You mean all the people who love and care about us?" he asked affectionately.

Eddie snorted and huffed, "You," he corrected shortly.

Steve's brows furrowed deeply, "Huh?"

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes, "All the people who care about you," he clarified grumpily.

Oh no, he's gone down the rabbit hole.

Steve sighed heavily, "Okay, that's not even close to the truth, but for the sake of not arguing, if they care about me, they have to care about you," he informed him.

Eddie sniggered, "Why, you gonna beat 'em up if they don't?" Eddie tried to tease but it came out too flat.

"No," Steve sighed, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin and forcing him to look at him, "anyone who doesn't care about you, doesn't get to care about me. These people are my family but if it came down to a choice of them or you, I'd pick you every time," Steve admitted sincerely.

Eddie's breath hitched but he didn't say anything, looked like he might cry if he did.

Steve decided it was time to just use his trump card, "Dance with me. Please."

And just like that Eddie jumped to his feet dragging Steve onto the dancefloor, because Eddie never denied Steve anything when he said please, not that Eddie ever denied him anything really but it was like a little button that overpowered all Eddie's apprehension and theatrics.

"Can I stay with you please?"

"C'mon Eddie, up, Owens says it'll be good for you to go for a little walk. No? Please?"

"Could you just keep talking until I fall asleep please?"

"Can you pick Dustin up tonight please?"

"Could you bring milk when you come over please?"

"What's wrong Eds? Talk to me, please."

They got situated just as the song changed to a much slower one, At Last by Etta James. Appropriate, Steve thought gleefully. Eddie just stood there, a little shell-shocked and unsure but not running away so Steve gently took his hands and put them on his waist, circling his own around Eddie's neck, except Eddie had his arms perfectly straight keeping a space between them.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, fond amusement in his voice, it wasn't like they'd never been close before.

"Leaving room for Jesus," Eddie replied, Steve recognised it as an autopilot response, Eddie long lost to his mind, but Steve couldn't help it, the bubble of laughter just burst right out of him. Sometimes Eddie was just inadvertently funny and when Steve laughed he'd stand there like he was replaying the conversation until Eddie was laughing too at his own comment but Eddie's face crumbled, trying to pull away but Steve just held on tighter.

"Hey, no, Eds. I wasn't laughing at you, just maybe we're a bit old for Jesus to need to dance with us. C'mere," Steve said, pulling Eddie closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, swaying slowly to the music.

The look in Eddie's eyes as they listened to the song told Steve all he needed to know about why Eddie had been avoiding him, why he was only looking his way when he thought Steve wasn't looking, why he was being so evasive, how he'd managed to spiral so far that he thought he and Robin, ugh, Steve can't even think it.

Even Mike's snapping made a whole lot more sense, "Stop messing with Eddie," boy really needs to learn to stop grumbling, "he's a person, he has feelings!" Mike could see Eddie pining and had taken it on himself to try to stop Steve doing whatever mundane task that had Eddie yearning.

It was probably the sweetest thing Steve had ever seen Mike do for someone who wasn't El or Will, even if it pissed Steve off that he'd always be a cad in Mike's eyes, that he just assumed that Steve was a bad guy (when he's done nothing but throw himself in front of him and his friends time and again to protect them) that he was purposefully leading Eddie on, being intentionally enticing just to hurt him.

Not that it mattered what Mike thought, he could only hope that it was all his biases and not that Eddie hadn't been venting to the kids, all that mattered was that that wasn't what Eddie thought of him.

The whole atmosphere of the night had changed, everyone had slowed and quietened, couples solely focused on the person in their arms. But Steve felt the ground under his feet change, drew from Captain Steve the guy who'd thrown the first punch at Billy to protect his kids, felt Sir Steve crawl up his throat, the Knight who'd gone into battle against an all-powerful beast and brought his comrades out of the pits of hell because he'd seen now, seen clearly for the first time in god knows how long and he couldn't just go back to pretending, not without giving this is best shot. And thank god for Etta James because she was going to help him, because he could do this, he could be brave and fight for what he wanted for a change.

He had a horrible singing voice but Eddie already knew that, told him so often and in many imaginative ways.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own," he sang quietly, trying to copy Wayne's looking into your soul look, trying to let Eddie see that his feelings are reciprocated, classing it as a win when Eddie grins, blushing deeply and mushes his face into Steve's neck.

"I've found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill that I've never known," he continued, nuzzling further into Eddie's neck because now he was this close it was like he couldn't get close enough.

"You smiled," Steve murmured against his skin, unable to wipe the lovesick smile off of his face. He and Eddie had always been close but they both knew this was different.

Originally it started with helping him limp around when he'd refuse to use his crutches, then when Wayne had to go back to work Steve started staying the night so Eddie could sleep without having to worry about waking up alone after a nightmare, he'd only spent the first few hours on the sofa before Eddie woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking, Steve hadn't even thought about it just clambered in behind Eddie pulling him flush against him, shhing him and running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he didn't bother with the sofa again after that, they just shared Eddie's bed, soothing both their nightmares with the others presence.

But they've had time and distance from their trauma since then, most of them have been to therapy and they're all doing better, they can sleep in their own houses, in their own beds, they can all actually sleep for eight hours and wake up well rested. But he and Eddie stayed as close as ever, it's rare that they're never not touching, if Eddie's tired he'll attach himself to Steve like a backpack. They hug, they hold hands, Eddie even kissed him on the cheek one time, Steve's pretty sure it was an accident but he'd been so busy trying to hide the blush that'd sprung to his cheeks to really read the situation, maybe if he had they might've got here sooner because looking back Steve's not really sure how he missed all the signs, Eddie sits in his lap on movie nights for god sake.

"You smiled," Steve sang, pulling back to look at Eddie, to look at the adorable endeared grin and the pretty blush he can't hide because his hair's all tied up, still neat as a pin, showing just how much hairspray Claudia had used to hold it in place.

"And then the spell was cast," he crooned, because it was, from all the way back in school when Eddie would taunt the other jocks but there was never any bite in it when it came to Steve, his teasing came with a smile he never saw directed at anyone else, and he still remembers how it would make him preen a little and how he'd always feel a little peppier for the rest of the day.

But it felt like magic when they met for real, not the king and the jester but Steve and Eddie, battling the unknown side by side, Eddie smiling real smiles, teeth and dimples, all for Steve, because of Steve. And then of course he'd just had to be the hero and Steve had swore at him the whole way to the hospital because he'd been so mad but after days at his bedside, the first time he woke up and smiled at Steve, he knew from that moment on he was done for.

He'd just never thought they could have this, never dreamed Eddie would feel the same way so he buried that feeling deep down, enjoyed his friendship, relished being someone Eddie could rely on, being his confidant and still even when Eddie said "don't punch me but…" Steve had been too scared to rock the boat, didn't want to lose what they had because just because Eddie was interested in men didn't mean he was interested in him.

Who'd've thought Mike Wheeler would've been the one to make Steve see what was right on the end of his nose.

"And here we are in heaven," Steve trilled, resting his forehead against Eddie's trying to calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest, because there's butterflies taking flight and Steve's never in his life been nervous about a kiss but this one feels monumental and he can feel it coming and he wants it now and he also wants to wait and let this moment last forever.

"For you are mine," Eddie crooned, sounding more like a question. And as much as Steve always melts whenever Eddie sings, the fact that Eddie's still questioning his intentions, after he declared that Eddie's the most important person in his life, after what they're currently doing, just makes Steve realise how long Eddie's been his, how blind they've both been, how they've both been so wrapped up in what they can't have neither of them noticed it was right there for the taking.

Steve beams at him, let's Eddie see the way he makes him feel, the way he's always made him feel, nods like he's agreeing to a marriage proposal, deliriously happy and tear streaked.

"At last," Etta sings into the moonlit evening, as the boys seal their promise with a kiss.

#i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #idek how to tag this #steddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steve is wayne's pre-son-in-law #steve being an amazing big brother to el and max because they're his favourites. shh don't tell dustin. i joke ofc he loves them all #background jopper #background pre ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #the party #aj writes #i promise i'll go back to working on my vegas au now

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grandlinedreams · 7 months

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Hii! I loved the request of the kid with Law and if that's okay i would asks something similar!

Like the kid (it's okay if the gender is neutral) is really shy and has trust issues around the crew but when it comes to Bepo something changes and they feel more safe. So one day Law and the crew finds the kid sleeping on Bepo who's sleeping as well (i don't know if you ever saw the scene of totoro where the little girl sleeps on his belly, i thought something like that!)

ANON THAT'S SO CUTE PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺 a follow up/installment of [this]

[Heads up!: platonic/parental relationship, child!reader, Bepo looks so soft and warm pls]

When it comes to taking care of a kid, Law is completely out of his depth. He's accustomed to the wants and needs of fellow adults, looking after his crewmates ㅡ a child is not in his area of expertise.

But he's trying for you, he really is ㅡ the unfortunate thing is that the rest of the Polar Tang are as inexperienced about taking care of a kid as he is.

At the very least there are dozens of eyes to keep watch over you despite the fact that you're a smart kid, if more than a little guarded. Understandably so, but it's been months with little progress in terms of trust from you.

So when the Polar Tang finally surfaces for both much needed sun and supplies, the general consensus is that a venture off of the submarine will be good for you.

But then they can't find you.

A problem to be certain given that the Polar Tang is only so big, but you're not in any of your usual places. Until at last, Clione finds you ㅡ and goes to tell the others where you are.

A handful simply sigh in relief that you haven't somehow managed to disappear completely, but then there are a few that go to see for themselves, including Law. (He just needs confirmation for himself, that's all.)

You're fast asleep, eyes shut and breathing steady ㅡ that isn't the outstanding thing about it. It's the fact that you're asleep on Bepo, who's also dozing.

Law isn't sure how comfortable the thick fabric of Bepo's jumpsuit is, but you look far from concerned, and the peace of your face makes him reluctant to wake you.

So he wakes Bepo instead. It takes the mink a second to rouse, stifling a yawn as he rubs at his eyes. "Captain?"

"Careful," Law intones, "or you'll wake your passenger."

Bepo blinks, confused ㅡ and then spots you. "Oh, right," he says, looking bashful. "They said they wanted a hug and I didn't want to say no, then they ended up falling asleep like that. Guess I did too. Do you want me to move them?"

Law studies your face, the relaxed expression ㅡ not a hint of wariness or hesitation that's been so often present. You look like you feel at peace, that you're safe.

Law reaches out to stroke the top of your head gently. "No," he answers, small smile tugging at his lips. "Let them sleep. Leaving the ship can wait."

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #law x reader #platonic tho ofc.#trafalgar law x reader #anonymous #ㅡanswered.

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incorrectbensler · 2 years

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Olivia: I’m very careful about what I put in my body.

Elliot: Didn’t you sleep with Cassidy?

#mod coffee #source: overheardla #1.0 vibes ofc #incorrect law and order #incorrect quotes #incorrect svu #law and order svu #elliot stabler #olivia benson #bensler #elliot x olivia

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trafalgarlawsfeathercoat · 1 month

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One choice, one simple turn down the wrong path turns Trafalgar Law's life on its head. He gains the power and favor he only dreamed about as a tortured, vindictive child, but loses the last people alive who cared for him in the process. Saved by his idol, Donquixote Doflamingo, Law ascends to the Heart Seat and becomes the third Corazon of the Donquixote family, but he has to ask himself, was it worth it?

Or, what if Doflamingo was the one to offer up the Ope Ope no mi to Law?

(technically a continuation of my ‘where the sunflowers grow’ AU, but with the timeline splintered by law’s choices. can definitely be read as a standalone. all you need to know is that doflamingo has a daughter who grew up alongside the other children of the donquixote family)

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x oc #trafalgar law x ofc #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #one piece fanfic #one piece fan fiction #one piece AU

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burninglilys · 10 months

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the delicious dialectical approach that chan takes in ep 3 is his flaw & strength at the same time.

it's his strength because his apparent rationale here is that he wants to protect tinn. he wants to make sure that he isn’t burned by the world the same visceral way that he was: with nobody to come home to & nobody whom he can call his own. he wants to make sure that tinn survives this, by any means necessary: something that makes perfect sense given that he has been in survival mode for all these years.

chan is callous & competent & ruthless & horrible because he knows that he has to win/gain power by every means necessary because that’s the only way he has survived BUT he’s also scared and terrified at the prospect of someone else meeting the same fate as he did only because of their unwavering faith in law & justice. after all, it ruined him, didn’t it? it broke him and now there are fragments of his soul all around him with nothing to bind them together.

his approach is also his flaw because instead of his presence being a safe reprieve for tinn from the cruel world, it has instead been marred by deception, producing cracks in its foundation. sure, it protected tinn & his grandmother. but it also further alienated chan from tinn. afterall, sometimes a person's behaviour is a reflection of what they're truly afraid of. in this case: genuine human connection.

chan desperately wants to be held tightly and loved gently but what use is that connection if it all can be taken away in an instance? what use is that connection if it would prevent him from gaining power—what he thinks is his only ticket to survival? what use is that connection if the person with him doesn't see the world for how cruel it is so he can save himself first when the situation calls for it? his constitution won't be able to take a further demolition.

better to protect someone he cares about and make them hate him in the same breath: saving them both in one go.

this is why i can’t wait for chan to be able to pick up those broken pieces and stitch them together with the same thread that ties tinn and chan to each other.

#unless ofc something unexpected happens 🤭#laws of attraction #tinnchan #tinn x chan #pls ignore the typos its currently 3am and i cant stop thinking about them

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the-hinky-panda · 1 year

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The Dog: Part IV

Author’s Note: So if you guys follow @bullet-prooflove, you know that The Dog and The North Star take place in the same fic universe. The vet in this story does have a name (Meredith) but I will continue to write her as a reader by using you/your and have Mike refer to her by using nicknames only. All this to say I’m not sure how to label this now since she has a name but it won’t be used in this fic.

Another note, I do use physical descriptions in this chapter (freckles and red hair) but I do it for a bigger purpose. Yes, no descriptions are more inclusive, however I wanted to make a point that she is self-conscious of her looks because don't we all have something that we don't like about ourselves? Don't we all have something that we want to change? And how wonderful is it when we surround ourselves with the right people that love us and all our imperfections? So please forgive the physical descriptions in this chapter as they were only done to deliver an important message: love your freckles!

You stand in front of the mirror and inspect your face. Your fingers trail over the splashes of freckles across your round cheeks, your face framed by your red hair. You’re not beautiful. At least, not by social media standards. No one is going to stop you on the street and want to take your picture, make a model out of you. You’re not destined for Instagram fame. It makes you wonder what Mike sees in you, what prompted him to ask you out to dinner at a local brewery. Mike, with his roguish good looks and witty sense of humor; warm brown eyes and easy smile. And dear lord, those adorable dimples.

You dig out a tube of concealer, specific for freckles and other skin blemishes. Your ex, Kevin, had found it for you. He hadn’t been a fan of your freckles and often urged you to cover them up as best you could. You always kept a tube of the makeup on hand in case he wanted you to join him at a pharmaceutical rep party or just go out for drinks with some of his friends. Holding that small tube in your hand, you wonder if you’re really ready to try out another relationship with someone new. All the masks that need to be worn and maintained, you just didn’t know if you had it in you.

So, why try?

If Mike is going to like you, it’s going to be for you. You drop the make up back into the drawer and continue with your normal, basic routine. Simple make-up, a loose twist to keep your hair back from your face, and small gold hoop earrings. Shasta watches you curiously, her head cocked to the side, not exactly sure what this new routine is. It’s pretty sad when the dog is wondering why you’re dressing up. You pat her head as you leave the bathroom.

“You’re coming with me, don’t worry.”

Shasta follows you into the bedroom where the second struggle of evening occurs: what to wear? Your wardrobe consists mostly of scrubs. It’s been about six years now since your divorce and you’ve never really gotten back onto the dating scene and your clothes show that. You’re able to find a green blouse to go with your jeans and flats. You grab a navy blue cardigan since you’ll be sitting outside at the brewhouse. You give yourself one last look in the mirror, releasing a long sigh to try to dispel some of the butterflies that have taken up residence in your stomach.

You had forgotten this part of life. This nervous thrill that makes you feel nauseous but you can’t wait to see what the evening is going to bring. It’s a knife’s edge balancing act of being yourself but just the likable pieces. Honest, authentic but keeping the odd and messy parts of yourself still hidden from view. You pick up Shasta’s harness, try to get the dog to stand still and it takes three attempts to wrestle the harness on her body. It doesn’t help that her short tail is wagging so excitedly, you struggle snapping the enclosures. You stand up, grab your keys, and look at the dancing dog in front of you.

“If Mike doesn’t like me, it’s your fault,” you joke. “Maybe Bono can teach you some manners, you wild red dog.”

You get Shasta secured in the backseat of the Subaru and make the ten minute drive over to Mike’s place. Any nervousness that you may have felt while getting ready completely dissipates when you see him, sitting on his front porch, Bono sitting next to him. He’s dressed up his regular henley with a plaid button shirt and has his suede jacket thrown over his arm. You’re struck once again with what a handsome man he is with his confident gait, wavy dark hair, and warm brown eyes. Maybe you should have worn the concealer this evening and you silently chide yourself as he gets Bono situated in the backseat next to Shasta before sliding into the passenger seat of your car.

“You look nice.”

You turn your head to hide the nervous, pleased smile that erupts on your face. “Thanks. You look nice too. Have you ever been to the Bronx Alehouse before?”

He shrugs halfheartedly. “Once or twice.” He glances behind him at Bono. “Guess I better get better acquainted with it.”

“You know that Bono can go into any restaurant you want. You don’t have to go to dog friendly ones only.”

“I certainly don’t want to leave Shasta out of the good times though.”

“That’s very kind of you. Shasta appreciates it.” You glance to the side and catch his smile that’s just large enough to cause that dimple to appear in his cheek. If it were even possible, you fall more in love with the man. You park a couple blocks away from the restaurant to give the dogs a chance to walk off some of their energy. Well, for Shasta to walk off her energy. Bono trots right at Mike’s side, the perfect gentleman.

They seat you outside on the sidewalk patio where they provide water bowls next to the table for the dogs and your waitress slips both dogs a small treat when she takes your drink orders. You chat about what has transpired in the last week of your lives, what has happened since that beautiful day spent at Orchard Beach. Your update is short and sweet: working overtime at the clinic. Although the finding of a litter of fox pups did make for an interesting day a couple days ago. His update is more interesting.

“My sister from Maryland came up for a few days.”

You know from the texts and calls that have been going back and forth between you two that he has three sisters along the East Coast. “She’s the teacher, right?”

“Right,” he picks up his beer and takes a sip. “So she cleaned the house, stocked my pantry, and fussed over me for three days before heading back to Baltimore. Then I paid a visit to the training center where Bono came from, learned a bit more about what goes into training a service dog and what they’re capable of doing. There were some dogs there that were being trained to sniff out cancer in people.”

“I’ve heard of that but haven’t seen any dogs in action yet. Dogs are incredible animals, extremely adaptable to a variety of situations and environments. They’re loyal, loving, dedicated. It makes me wonder what we humans did to deserve them.”

He laughs but there’s very little humor behind it. “Certainly nothing that we’re currently doing. The world’s a mess.”

You get it. You understand his bleak world view at the moment. Colin had it too after his accident. But Mike’s nihilistic vision comes from years of seeing the worst of humanity while on the police force. The last five years he’s spent chasing down Oscar Papa certainly hasn’t shown him the best of humanity either. “Maybe that’s why we have them. As reminders that we can be good enough people to deserve the love of our dogs.”

“How do you do that?” The bitter edge of his perception dissipates and there’s genuine curiosity behind his words. “How do you stay so positive after all the horrible shit you see too? The animal abuse? Abandonment?”

You shrug. “I guess I take peace in the thought that I’m not one of those people. I care for the animals, treat them, heal them, rehome them. I can’t stop people from being jerks and assholes, but I certainly can help fix what they’ve broken. You can’t make the world a better place without someone out there trashing it.”

The warmth comes back to his smile and his eyes. “That’s a commendable attitude then.”

“Thank you,” you raise your beer glass in his direction before taking a sip. He starts to say something else when your name is shouted across the patio and your blood runs cold. You can’t believe he would be here, in the Bronx, at this restaurant, at this exact time. But you hear your name again and when you turn, your eyes are immediately drawn to the extremely well-dressed blonde man who is waving at you.

“Who’s that?” Mike asks, a sense of wariness creeping into his tone.

“My ex-husband, Kevin.” You hope against all hope that he and his bubbly little girlfriend go back inside the restaurant but that is not your luck. The two of them, arms draped over each other in their high-end clubbing gear, make their unsteady way over to your table.

“Hey, babe.”

You twist the corner of the napkin in your lap. “Not your babe, Kevin.”

His blue eyes land on Mike. “Yeah, I can see that. Kevin Bradford.” , the ex. This is Wendy.”

“Mindi,” she corrects with a high-pitched giggle.

Mike reluctantly shakes his hand. “Captain Duarte.”

Mindi emits a small squeal of surprise. “You’re that police guy who got hacked up by-“

“Yes, I am,” Mike cuts her off.

Kevin grabs two chairs from another table and pulls them up to your table. “That’s fucking rad, man.”

“Kevin!” You feel the tips of your ears heat up with a flash of anger.

“What?” He shrugs. “How many dudes can say they went a few rounds with machetes and lived to tell about it? Like, that is fucking badass, legendary.” Kevin lightly smacks Mike’s arm. “Bet it gets you a lot of action from the ladies, am I right?”

Mike gives Kevin a sharp smile. “Not quite.”

“Oh,” Kevin shrugs. “Guess you haven’t gotten your strength back yet. In that case,” he points to you, “she’s a good one to break you back into the game. Doesn’t ask for much but puts out-“

Abject humiliation overtakes you to the point that you’re practically strangling the napkin that is still in your lap. Mike’s eyes flash and he starts to say something when Mindi interrupts him.

“Awww,” she coos and reaches towards Bono. “What a cute doggie!”

“Please don’t touch my dog.” Despite the directness of the command, Mike does soften his tone with the young woman and she immediately withdraws her hand.

“Sorry. Is he a service dog or something?”

“He is,” Mike answers. “I forgot his vest tonight. It’s okay.”

You’re once again impressed with how easily Mike can read a situation, measure people up, and respond to them. He’s like a social swiss army knife. You do take pity on the poor girl and scoot your chair out slightly. “You can pet my dog if you want. Her name is Shasta.”

The woman’s face lights up as she gives Shasta a vigorous rub on her back. “What a good girl, Shasty. I’m Mindi.”

“Hey, hey,” Kevin leans over and bumps her shoulder with his. “Save some of that hand energy for later, babe.”

You roll your eyes and look over apologetically at Mike. He responds with a “what the hell were you thinking” look but where there should have been judgment in his eyes, there was a soft mirth. Some of your humiliation fades. The sun has set enough that the lights on the patio turn on and brighten the outside area significantly. Kevin looks over at you and motions to your face.

“You run out that concealer? I can get you more if you want.” He motions towards Mike and lowers his voice. “You know, since you’re trying to impress someone new. Trust me babe, no one likes looking at…that.”

“Oh, is that the stuff you got me?” Mindi pipes up and turns back to you. “It’s fabulous and will totally cover all those freckles and spots. It’s a miracle in a bottle.”

Freckles and spots. You want to disappear again. You and your freckles and your red hair and your odd sense of humor and…

“She’s not trying to impress me,” Mike’s sharp tone draws all three sets of eyes to him. “I’m already impressed.” He picks up his beer. “Besides, I love her freckles.”

Kevin bursts out laughing. “What is this, your first date? Shit, man. You don’t have to try that hard with her. You already got a cool dog. If she hasn’t slept with you yet, trust me, she will soon.”

“Kev, be nice,” Mindi says but it’s quiet and half-hearted.

He drapes an arm around her shoulders. “Honey, you do realize this is my ex-wife. The one who dumped all my things in the front yard, in the rain, for no reason.”

“No reason?!” You’re halfway out of the chair when you realize your anger has moved you to your feet. People’s heads have turned in your direction and you slowly sit back down at the table. You remember that horrible night in vivid detail. You and Sam dragging Kevin’s Armani suits, fifty pairs of shoes, and exercise equipment out of the house. You still don’t know how the two of you managed to move a full size treadmill but rage at his behavior that night certainly was a solid motivator. “You showed up drunk to Colin’s funeral.”

“Who wants to go to funerals?” Kevin counters. “So I knocked a couple back at the bar down the street. Me and half the people there that night had been drinking before showing up.”

“Yeah but you were the only one that leaned his fucking elbow on my brother’s casket.” The disbelief and fury you had felt when you had seen that, his lean frame casually leaning on the highly polished wood of Colin’s casket roars to the surface again. You want to punch him in his smug face but instead you ball up the napkin that you’ve been twisting in your lap and throw it at his head.

Mike stands up from the table and tosses a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Okay, we’re done. Enjoy the table, Kevin. Mindi, my advice would be get the hell out now.”

“Dude,” Kevin throws his arms out. “What happened to bro code? Bros before hoes.”

Mike grimaces. “Exhibit A, Mindi.”

You’re humiliated and angry. You had been looking forward to this evening, excited for this new start with a charming, kind, and good man. And you’ve ruined it because Kevin decided to darken the door of this restaurant and bring out the worst of you. Mike has his phone in his hand, most likely getting ready to call an Uber and retreat from this clusterfuck. You don’t blame him at all. You’re so lost in your thoughts, berating yourself for your outburst, that it must take Mike a couple times of saying your name until you hear him.

“What?”

He smiles at you, warmly, and extends his hand that isn’t holding Bono’s leash. “Come on. I know a better place.”

You breathe a sigh of relief and take his hand before he changes his mind. His hand is warm, broad and it helps ground you in the storm of your fury. It takes a couple tugs for Shasta to follow you, as she doesn’t want to leave her new, loud and giggly, friend but eventually you, Mike, and dogs soon find yourselves back on the sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry, Mike. I had no idea-“

“Don’t worry about it. I have an ex-wife, I get it. They call it baggage for a reason.”

You sigh and drop your shoulders, the tension finally releasing as you start moving down that sidewalk back towards your car. “Thank you, for understanding.”

You walk a block and stop to wait for the light to change when he squeezes your hand. You realize you never let him go from the restaurant. You give him a small smile and he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “I like your freckles. Don’t ever cover them.”

Oh yeah, you were completely and utterly head over heels for this man.

#mike duarte x you #mike duarte x reader #mike durate #captain mike durate #law and order svu #mike duarte x ofc #maurice compte

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cy-tick7 · 2 years

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Th Devil And Angel Elaboration Between LawZo/Zolaw

What it seems:

What it actually is:

No rlly, the fact that Law is actually probably the first shown OP character that's Christian is one of the most surprising facts I've noticed other than the fact that Brook does indeed poop.

Funnier when I add the fact that Zoro, as much of an angel we see him as, is a self-proclaimed and introduced as the Demon of the series that we all know and love. Which yeah, I had to make point that out because-I know I'm not the only who thought this.

So yeah, in translation, just spillin' some tea.

#roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #one piece #lawzo #zolaw #zoro x law #law x zoro #one piece fanart #op zoro #op law #note that shit down zolaw writers next time you write this au #i'd die for a story like that #but like #with a proper execution of it ofc

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nyandereneko · 8 months

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Stranger

Word Count: 604 Summary: “The trio of fantastical strangers found themselves stupefied in the wake of the devastating strength of the bond that’d formed between them in the breadth of a breath, but their collective confusion had no bearing on the enduring—and steadily intensifying—status of said bond.” Author’s Note: I know I'm posting this fairly late but I found a promptober list and I wanted to attempt at least some of the prompts. I probably won’t be able to keep up with every day because I’m still working (and building Gen$hin charas) most of the month, but I’m certainly going to try to do a couple of these!! If nothing else I just want to try to get into the mood of writing again, and I really enjoyed working on this piece, so thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!

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Neither man knew quite what to do with himself as he was unexpectedly struck by the woman’s peculiar presence. She fell over them like a shower of late spring rain, or perhaps she was more like autumn, tinged with a chill that drew their warmth to the surface rather than stripping it away. Inexplicable and extraordinary.

She was as devastating as a comet, and as inspiring as the flash of a falling star, imbued with the essence of a wish in the depths of her very being.

She was a stranger in every sense of the word, even as their wandering gazes tripped over her that first time. They were drawn to her just as the sun is drawn beneath the distant horizon; a predictable comfort at the end of a long and arduous day. The man forged from gold and the man carved from ocean torrents orbited the star that blazed across their skies with instinctive finesse, an overwhelming impulse that prickled through their veins like a swelling storm. Her acknowledgement was the sole balm that could soothe their restless hearts. Her influence was impossible to ignore, although the idea that they’d even want to was the last thing on their minds.

Not when their minds were already so full of her.

A dazzling star that reflected the celestial radiance of the cosmos in her fragile visage, she directly contradicted her own distinguished luster in her habits, seemingly determined to conceal it at all costs. Muted, insignificant, more preoccupied with shrinking into the shadows of the darkest corner she could find than exchanging pleasantries in most meaningful social capacities…and yet. And yet, in the midst of a crowded room, there was still no doubt in their minds as to her precise position. Her very essence was a beacon to them both, a lure set with rare and mysterious bait, seemingly unremarkable while still managing to catch and hold the attention of not one but two nigh mythological beings.

The trio of fantastical strangers found themselves stupefied in the wake of the devastating strength of the bond that’d formed between them in the breadth of a breath, but their collective confusion had no bearing on the enduring—and steadily intensifying—status of said bond. In short, there was nothing a single one of them could do to divert from the path they’d stumbled upon, and there was likewise no way for them to know if that inscrutable path was the right one, the one they were always meant to find. Each of them had already tread so many different paths on their own, set off on so many journeys and wandered so many twisting alleyways and avenues of life with only their shadows—and unreliable shadows at that—as fickle company.

For Zhongli and Neuvillette, the encroaching woe of embracing a lonely future was eased by her arrival. For Nova, the swelling wave of despair and doubt that threatened to engulf her in its roiling depths broke against their very beings, dispelling any immediate danger to her fragile composure. They were each other’s remedies before they’d even said hello, forming anchors to various eras of time that passed in whirling blurs of friends and foes alike. So many years passed together in simple bliss, and just as many terrors and trials reared their heads to displace the joys of simpler times.

Nova was their constant until she wasn’t. The duo served as her shelter until she was cruelly whisked away. An untenable circumstance each of them was determined to right at any cost—though the tangled strands of fate never intended for them to be forced apart for long.

#self insert #selfship #selfshipping #oc x canon #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #selfship fic #selfship fanfiction #self insert writing #my writing #ck writes #my self insert #my self insert writing #glitter and gold #something borrowed something blue #glitter and gold writing #something borrowed something blue writing #sorry for a novel already in the tags #yeah i love neuvillette in need to update stuff sorry he's like hydro zhongli #not legitimately ofc but like they're literally law and order okay #i'm losing my mind #also not entirely sold on his ship tag yet but i wanted something color theme to kind of match the other genshin ones #anyway thanks i wrote this in a post migraine fugue state now i'm gonna go watch a halloween movie #happy first day of halloween!!!!!!!!!#oh and yeah it seems tragic bcuz zhongli and nova and neuvillette all get together and then get separated and then find each other again #zhongli and neuvillette yearning for nova while she gets brainwashed and tortured yeehaw we love the drama #promptober 2023

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Been loving everything you're writing 💙🥺 Could I ask for Fluff 2, Smut 2 and Angst 1?

A throwback to NYC featuring our favourite OCCB pain in Hank’s ass! 😂

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Prompt: “He’s not you.”

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language, Jealous!Hank...well, more pouty and adorable than anything! 🥰

Timeline: Set during C9 of “Brand New Day”.

The early evening sun had settled low on the horizon, shades of burnt orange bathing the cool blue water of the Hudson in an ethereal glow as Hank and Kate leisurely ambled along the waterfront, Alexis sleeping soundly in her stroller.

“All things considered, I think the last few days have been pretty successful.” Hank murmured, sliding an arm around Kate’s shoulders to tuck her comfortably against his side.

Hank dropped his eyes to the handle of the stroller, his heart skipping as it always did when he caught sight of the beautiful diamond band settled on her finger. Four months ago, almost to the day, she had said yes. He had told her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side and she had, much to his eternal surprise, agreed to tether herself to a man with so many skeletons in his closet you could barely close the damn door. Yet, for whatever reason, she had agreed to become his wife.

He was pulled from his thoughts when she lifted her chin to catch his gaze, her bright hazel eyes glittering in the last remnants of sunlight, the corner of her mouth tugging towards into a coquettish smile.

“Don’t worry honey, you know I’d have protected you from my mother if things got physical.”

With a deep chuckle vibrating in his chest, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips but pulled away at the sound of her name being called with a familiar New York lilt that had Hank internally groaning at his misfortune.

Striding towards them was none other than Elliot Stabler, clad in a well-fitting navy henley that displayed a wide sliver of bronzed chest and a gold cross nestled in the groove of his pectoral muscles. As he approached, Kate slipped out from beneath Hank’s arm and allowed herself to be pulled against Stabler’s chest, the muscles in his arms rippling as he held her tight against his body. If he had to guess, Hank would’ve said that he and Stabler were probably around the same age and, while the job had always kept him in great shape, it irritated him to no end that the OC detective looked like he had been carved out of fucking marble.

“Good to see you El, how’s things?” She said when he eventually released her from his embrace, her beautiful face beaming as she peered up at him and Hank was unable to stop the spike of jealously that lanced through him as he watched the two of them reconnect.

“Ah, ya know. Same old.” He replied with a casual hike of his shoulder, sharp blue eyes slowly roaming over her form. “You look a damn sight better than the last time I saw you.”

Considering the last time he saw her she was propped up in a hospital bed, her torso looking like something out of a Mary Shelley novel, his complement wasn’t exactly a glowing appraisal.

“Thanks...I think!” She laughed, a rosy flush creeping up over her neck under his gaze.

Hank wasn’t an idiot. Kate was a beautiful woman and he was almost certain that she had never wanted for male attention but, nevertheless, it didn’t mean he had to enjoy watching one of her former lovers run his eyes over her like he had x-ray fucking vision.

He watched on silently as Kate became radiant with pride when Elliot congratulated her on creating a miniature version of herself as he peered into the stroller, taking in Alexis’ thatch of dark, wavy locks, button nose and adorably dimpled chin.

"Enjoy every moment.” Elliot said quietly, turning his attention back to Kate’s face. “The days fly by when they’re that age and, before you know it, they’re walking, talking, goin’ out on dates.”

“Yeah, like her father’s going to let her anywhere near a boy until she’s at least thirty five.” Kate scoffed, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

In reference to her significant other, Elliot finally let his eyes drift to Hank, the two men silently considering one another for a few, long beats before Elliot finally spoke.

“Glad to see you finally pulled your head outta your ass and put a ring on it Voight.”

While Kate was au fait with Elliot’s ball-busting sense of humour, she sensed that the benign jibe had not landed well with her future husband when the muscle in his jaw began to tick and his mouth pulled into a forced smile.

“Well, you’d have to be a really dumb son of bitch to let her slip away.”

If Elliot was surprised by Hank’s barbed response, he didn’t show it. The two men simply stared at one another until Elliot’s lips quirked into a smug grin and he let his crystal blue orbs slide back to Kate’s face.

“Good to see you, Kate. Mom really does look great on you. Don’t be a stranger alright?”

With a parting nod to Hank, he strode past them and disappeared behind a row of thick shrubs lining the perimeter of the adjacent park and, after a few moments of silence, Kate levelled Hank with a curious look, one eyebrow quirking high on her forehead.

“What was that all about?”

“What was what all about?” He replied stiffly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans in what he hoped was a display of casual indifference.

“The very obvious dick measuring contest I just witnessed.” Kate folded her arms over her chest, her head cocking to one side just as it always did when she caught him doing something he probably shouldn’t have been doing...like polishing off the last of her peanut butter and cookie dough ice-cream or letting the baby sleep on his chest when they were trying to encourage her to sleep in her crib.

“Well, you already know the results of that contest, don’t you honey?” Hank said pointedly and Kate was almost certain that, if jealously manifested in a change in skin colour, her adorable husband-to-be would look like the long lost fifth member of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles right about now.

“You got somethin’ you wanna say Sarg?” Kate asked, doing her best to reign in her amusement at his somewhat childish display. The last thing she needed was for him to feel like she was making fun of him.

“You do realise he wants in your pants, right?” He huffed, jerking a finger impatiently in the direction of where Elliot had vanished a few moments before.

“Honey, don’t be ridicul-”

“Oh, so now I’m ridiculous?” He growled, his face becoming flushed with irritation.

“C’mon Hank, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” She said soothingly, not wanting to escalate the situation any further. Closing the space between them, she ran the palms of her hands up over his forearms to rest on his biceps.

“Look, Elliot’s a nice guy if you give him a chance. Come to think of it, you two really aren’t all that different.”

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you go and-”

Before he could finish whatever ludicrous suggestion he was about to make, Kate cupped his face between her palms and pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to plant her lips firmly against his. Her tongue traced the seam of his mouth slowly until he eventually caved and granted her unrestricted access to his warm mouth, his hands naturally coming to rest on the curve of her hips to steady her as she leaned her weight against his firm chest. A bolt of desire skittered down her spine as a tight groan escaped his throat, her arms leaving his face to entwine around his neck, fingertips carding through the short tresses at his nape.

When she eventually pulled away with one final peck on his lips, her eyes fluttered open to find him already peering down at her, his warm russet orbs carefully guarded. On the surface, Hank Voight was a man who carried himself with a natural confidence that belied many of the deep-rooted insecurities that Kate had slowly begun to uncover over the course of their relationship. She wasn’t sure he would ever admit it out loud but Kate had a feeling that, even after a baby and an imminent wedding, he still wasn’t entirely convinced that she was going to stay.

“I’m not gonna go anywhere with Elliot because he’s not you.”

Kate could have burst into tears on the spot when he visibly relaxed at her whispered reassurance, his tense shoulders loosening as he slipped both hands to the base of her spine, fingers interlacing as he dropped his forehead to rest against hers.

“And if you need me to, I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you over and over that I will always choose you. There’s nobody else for me Hank.”

Rarely did he allow such uninhibited displays of affection in public but, despite the dozens of strangers milling around them, he held still while she peppered his face with soft, butterfly kisses until she was satisfied her message had been received loud and clear.

“You know how cute you are when you’re jealous?” Kate asked after a few moments, her bright hazel eyes alight with mirth as she traced her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw. But his responding grumble was lost to Kate’s raucous laughter as Hank, once again, slung his arm over her shoulders as they continued their unhurried stroll along the waterfront, soaking in the last few hours before the sun set on their final day of vacation.

#hank voight #one chicago #chicago pd #fanfiction #hank voight x ofc #hank voight fluff #hank voight fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #prompt #ask #writer #elliot stabler #law and order oc

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delusionalblfan · 8 months

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It's official. I'm in a platonic poly relationship with Boeing and Charn. They are everything. They serve and they are unapologetic about it and I live for it

#my beloveds #i love them #laws of attraction #only friends the series #boeing x charn #charn x boeing #and me ofc

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xladyxfatex · 9 months

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Interested in doing a One Piece roleplay.

Specifically someone to play either Roronoa Zoro, Trafalgar D. Water Law, or Eustass "Captain" Kid.

I'll be playing a an ofc and we can either do cannon or au. Please be 23+ as there will be dark themes and smut.

If interested please message and we'll discuss ides.

#roleplay #23+#one piece #ofc x zoro #ofc x kid #ofc x law #zoro #law #kid #cannon #au #smut #dark themes

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i noticed a good chunk of manga from people doing autobiographies will have an emphasis in their work abt being different and how theyre perceived and treated by others, a lot of negative things and all that, but then they end the thoughts with not siding with people who'd support them (ex. feminists, lgbt activists, etc.,) and im always like huh

#personal #is that just centrism #this is vague bc i saw others do it but w x-gender 2 they had a whole ch abt men treating women poorly and how its bad #and pretty much saying a lot of 'feminist' things but ending the chapter saying they arent one and hope for men/women/other genders to live #well... as if a whole chapter wasnt abt sexism #they can have whatever opinion they want ofc and they dont have to automatically become some spokesperson but it feels conflicting to me?#like i dont get the point of sharing all that then being neutral in the end #another gay one i read i think brought up discrimination then said theyre happy w the laws and dont mean to complain #i just read and im like. i'd support u if u complained lol...

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Merry December 2022 - Day 21

Day 21 of Merry December

Prompt: First Christmas

Fandom: Law and Order: SVU

Pairing: Rafael Barba x OFC (Molly)

Words: 815

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Do you love Christmas?

Rafael woke up that day feeling a bit blue. December was fast approaching and with it the holidays. For him, it would be another Christmas without his grandma, but there was a silver lining. He was going to spend Christmas with Molly.

They had been together for almost a year and this was going to be their first Christmas together. He already had gotten her her Christmas present, courtesy of Olivia. A beautiful necklace that he had asked Olivia to help him choose, on one of their many after-work drinks. Olivia had impeccable taste for jewelry and Rafael not so much, so it was only logical for him to enlist her help.

After getting ready, Rafael left his apartment building and the sight before him made him smile. The whole city was decorated for Christmas. “City Hall was busy last night.”, he thought, smiling. Rafael immediately decided that he was gonna take Molly on a walk through the city to admire the decorations, after work.

The day moved painfully slow. One deposition and that was it. The rest of the time was spent taking care of his paperwork backlog that was long overdue. He almost punched one of the new defense lawyers when he made a somewhat inappropriate comment about Molly, while visiting her department, but felt avenged when he heard he had his ass kicked during their court appearance. Turns out, Molly heard it too and she knew that Rafael couldn’t just kick his ass, so she took it upon herself to do so, the best way she knew how.

Eventually, their workday ended and, after dismissing Carmen for the day, Rafael made his way to Molly’s office. Knocking on the door, he was greeted by a smiling Molly. Pulling her close, he kissed her passionately, feeling her reciprocate the kiss with as much emotion as he had put into it. Grabbing her hand, he told her that he had thought it would be a good idea to go see the decorations around the city. Molly thought it would be nice to check them out and get into the holiday spirit.

Walking around the city, hand in hand, they started reminiscing on their childhood Christmas’ and how and where they were spent. It was nice to find new things they had in common, such as their favorite Christmas traditions or their favorite Christmas foods. The city was beautifully decorated, with a lot of differences between the different locations. Some even had trees, decorated with things you would find in that part of the city. It was fun seeing the differences and guessing what each part of the city would have on their tree’s.

Rafael couldn’t stop looking at Molly and falling even more in love with her. The way her eyes would light up at each different decoration was amazing to watch. It was like watching a child seeing it all for the first time and it filled his heart knowing that she was sharing that with him by her side.

In one of the many parks that exist around the city, they decided to take a break and rest a bit. While sitting there, Rafael looked up and let out a chuckle. Just above them was a branch of mistletoe. Pointing it out to Molly, he took her in his arms and kissed her, a peck on the lips at first, but that quickly evolved into a passionate make out session.

Suddenly, they heard voices approaching. They pulled away, Molly blushing like mad and Rafael chuckling at the situation. It wasn’t like they were dating in secret, but they always made sure that they kept it respectful in front of everyone. Looking back at the people walking by, Rafael saw them glancing at them and smiling.

Once they were gone, they both laughed at the situation, with Molly saying that they were acting like teenagers. He knew it was true but he didn’t mind. He thought that he should thank whoever put the mistletoe there. Molly got up and told him that she was getting hungry, so they decided to make their way to a restaurant.

Walking through the door at their favorite restaurant, near the courthouse, he saw Molly getting stunned at how beautiful it looked. She didn’t go there for lunch, instead asking someone to bring her her lunch back to the office, so that was the first time she was seeing it. The restaurant was decorated in various shades of blue and silver, which tied in nicely with the already set-in decor of the restaurant. Rafael got them a table, watching Molly being completely amazed with the décor and losing herself in it.

Rafael couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world, just because she had chosen to love him. In that moment, he knew he would do whatever it took to make her happy and safe.

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#merry december #merry december 2022 #first christmas #1st christmas #law and order: svu #svu #rafael barba #ofc #rafael barba x ofc #fluff #day 21 #day twenty one #ana's writings

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

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• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

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