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rudnitskaia · 7 months

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Invincible

A few days ago my dear @lansayn asked me about how and when Rocky and Mau (my Lackadaisy OC, here is the character sheet) would have showed their devotion to each other for the first time and as an answer I wrote a short fic for him (860 words in total). Its concept mainly relies on the Lackadaisy comic pages Whirlwind and Doggerel.

You can find it under the cut. ✨

“Good evening, Miss Maura,” sounded the familiar voice at the entrance. “The weather's a little rough, isn't it?”

Rocky hadn't shown up at the Venza’s eatery in a week, and frankly, for Mau it had been one of the most unpleasantly silent weeks in St. Louis. She wasn't expecting him to show up today, either; it was only a dozen minutes before the eatery was about to close. Mau had even thought about taking a break in the next few days and going to look for Rocky herself, considering that in one of their recent conversations he had finally accidentally mentioned the name of the café where he worked. Luckily, now it was possible to properly question him without doing so.

“Had the wayfaring Mister Rickaby decided to…?”

But when Mau, who had been tucking the cups under the counter, looked up, the smile on her face faded as quickly as it had appeared.

The eyes of the sickly pale Rocky seemed bottomless glassy because of the dark circles under them. And his smile... that formerly cheerful smile had turned into eerie one. The way he tensely leaned on the counter and glared at Mau made everything inside her shatter. Beneath the fedora that he hadn't bothered, or rather hadn't wanted to take off at all, a fresh wound was visible on Rocky's forehead.

No matter what exactly had happened, it was clear that it was no good.

Mau silently grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. He didn't pull away his own, but shook his head and murmured with a grin:

“What if the formidable Mister Venza sees us?”

“It would be an occasion to introduce you then.”

So many worries, so many questions swirled in her head, but they all melted away from the fact that Rocky was alive. Mau stared at his face for a while longer, and he was looking into her eyes, too, with a strained, crooked smile. It was as if he was trying to brush the unspoken questions off with that look; it's no big deal, just a trivial case. But it was plain as day that it was just an empty bravado. Rocky lowered his gaze to their hands and began to drum his fingers as if playing a tune on the back of Mau's hand.

“I'm afraid I'm in a time crunch. I would like to pick up one ginger biscuit before it rains, so he doesn't soak too much. His dear mother will put me through the wringer if he even sneezes. But it seems your coffee is the only thing that can relieve me of my deathly drowsiness. Spare just a lil?”

With a frown, Mau pulled her hand away.

“What do you think of yourself, coming in here like this and pretending that nothing has happened?” she whispered frustratedly, almost not caring if her father heard them from the kitchen. “You expected that I won't notice your condition? That I’d probably start to jokingly rant that your forehead is like an overripe pumpkin?”

Rocky shrugged and hummed, looking away.

“An eggplant. Given the way you've phrased the sentence, it is better to say 'like an overripe eggplant'.”

Mau’s lips formed into a thin line. As Rocky avoided her question, she gave him a long intense stare, unable to put into words the storm of emotions that raged inside her. She was angry. No, she was furious from helplessness. What she could say to him? Don't go? He won't listen. Press his conscience that he was dragging his cousin into dangerous ventures? As if he wasn't aware of it himself. Tell him that some paltry booze isn't worth a ruined life? But from the shards that Mau gathered from their talks it was clear that this was exactly the thing he was currently breathing with. You can't take away a man's air, even if that air was much more alike to a stifling smoke.

This time words were useless. Words won’t convince, won’t give any significant reasons.

But maybe the actions could.

Gathering all her courage, Mau stepped out from behind the counter and stopped in front of Rocky. He looked at her curiously at first, and then with surprise as she took his fedora off him and dropped it on the counter. Carefully, without touching the stitches, Mau adjusted his slightly messy hair to keep it from falling over the wound, and then gently pressed her lips to his forehead. Before Rocky could say anything, she calmly stated:

“Here's the thing, Roark. We're closing up. I promise to make you some coffee tomorrow. But I hate to break my promises, so whatever reckless thing you’re going to do tonight, do your best to save me the trouble of selling my soul to the devil to fulfill it.”

Rocky took a step back. Silently grabbed his fedora from the counter and slowly moved toward the exit. Even though he still was visibly unwell, now his whole figure was filled with some kind of impulse. It was as if something subtly lit up in his eyes. A confidence.

“Miss Venza, count it as a vow. I know I’m invincible now.”

#they actually could have sneaked out on smth like dates even before but in my opinion these were the first clear unspoken signs of devotion #and yes calling her Miss Venza instead of even Miss Maura is a preference because Mau and her father are hiding their surname #and telling it to Rocky is another hidden 'i trust you' that he returns to Mau by telling her his full name Roark :3 #if you find any mistakes (especially with tenses) dm me please I will be very grateful <3 #romaunce #lackadaisy fanfiction #oc x canon #lackadaisy oc x canon #lackadaisy oc #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #maura venza oc #heldig writings

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thepriceisrizzoli · 3 years

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this was just going be a photoset about the UNPRECEDENTED swag levels of Jane carrying this coffee mug all over the building through like 9 scenes but then it turned into a photoset about the adorableness of Maura trying to play with Jane talking about helping catch the bad guy (she actually said “the bad guy”) because she took forensic psychiatry one time and she’s so excited trying to impress Jane with her relevant knowledge look at that lil smile

#rizzles #jane rizzoli #how many gallons of coffee are in that mug #maura isles #what is it about taking a mug of coffee into the elevator that's so F'ing boss #i love them. it's 2021 please euthanize me #my stuff

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floralguccistyles · 4 years

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wildflower :: prologue

here’s the thing...

My sister Lily and I had a weird relationship.

From the moment I was born, Lily had been my person. When I had cried, it was her that I wanted and not my mother. She must have spent countless hours curled up on the couch, holding me in her arms. She had only been three at the time, but I was her baby. My mother couldn’t even remember us fighting. Every time there was a toy we both wanted, or I thought Lily’s food looked more appetizing than mine, she always shared.

In fact, the only time I think we ever argued was when we moved to Ireland and she had met Niall Horan.

My father had gotten a good job in Mullingar, one that he had applied to at the request of one of his friends from college, Bobby Horan. We had moved from Michigan to Ireland when I was only four, Lily seven, and my mother pregnant with our younger sister Violet. Since we didn’t know anyone, Bobby had invited us over for dinner our first night there to introduce us to his family, since he had two sons. Greg was fourteen at the time, and therefore too cool to hang out with us little kids. His brother, the only sole reason Lily and I had ever fought, was seven.

This meant he and Lily were instant friends.

I wasn’t jealous of Lily for making a new friend so soon after the move. I wouldn’t be going to school for another year, and therefore I probably wouldn’t have any friends until I did. Besides, I would have baby Violet to look after soon. More so, I was jealous of Niall. Lily had never had anyone else to take her attention away from me. Now there was suddenly another person in our little duo, something I didn’t like too much.

So I had screamed and told Niall I hated him. Which, in turn, made Lily call me spoiled. Lily had never dared to call me spoiled. I’m pretty sure my mother’s jaw dropped when the words left Lily’s mouth. They were entirely true and looking back, I was rather a spoiled brat, but hearing Lily say something negative against me had made me burst into tears.

I had apologized to Niall almost immediately. Anything to get that look of disappointment out of Lily’s eyes.

And thus concluded my argument with Lily and started my respect and hesitant friendship with Niall Horan.

We were never as close as he and Lily. As we grew and went through school, the two of them were glued at the hip. He helped her with homework and she encouraged him to try out for the soccer team (I could hear Niall correcting me, “footie, Rose, you aren’t in America anymore!”). They stayed up for hours talking on the phone and texting about people from school. I had never seen two people click more than they did. One would never see Lily Fairbrough without Niall Horan and vice versa.

Which was why I wasn’t surprised when I woke up, hungover and bleary eyed in Lily’s apartment, to a grinning Niall Horan standing over me.

“Morning, Rosebud!” His voice was entirely too cheery for the morning. I blinked against the sun shining behind him, groaned, and proceeded to throw my body back against Lily’s couch, tossing a pillow over my face. His laugh, one of the most familiar sounds in the world to me, filtered through my ears. “Rough night, huh?”

“Can you...lower your volume?” I whispered, pleading.

“I’m whispering, Rosebud.”

“No you aren’t. You’re, like… incapable of whispering,” I countered.

He gave me approximately five seconds to wallow in my self-pity before he gently moved the pillow from my face. I was pouting at him, lower lip jutted out in a way I knew he couldn’t resist. If there was one thing Niall Horan was incredibly terrible at, it was resisting the Fairbrough puppy dog eyes. He was a sucker for it every time.

“Don’t give me those big brown eyes, Rosebud. I got you coffee,” he said, and it was only then that I noticed the cup he had in his hands. His finger was hiding the writing on the cup, but I knew once he moved it, I would find his scribbled handwriting. It was something he did when I was still in college and crying at two in the morning because I had to study for finals. He would drop by with a coffee and a sweet little message on the cup, like you can do this, Rosebud! or you’ll kick the arses of these finals! Even though I was two years out of college, he still liked writing those little notes on the cups.

“Brought you coffee and not me,” the sweet voice of my sister said from the kitchen. I blearily pulled the upper half of my body into a sitting position and saw her, standing at her breakfast bar and preparing an egg sandwich. She was ready for work, hair in perfect ringlets and makeup done to perfection. For the moment, she worked as an assistant in a Dublin attorney firm, but the second she finished up law school, I knew she would get her own practice. There wasn’t much that could stop Lily when she set her mind to it.

“That’s because I’m getting you lunch,” Niall commented. He worked across the street from her firm at the college there as the athletics director. Not a day went by that Niall didn’t buy or bring Lily lunch, because that’s just the kind of guy that he was.

Also, he was madly in love with Lily Fairbrough.

This was common knowledge among the Fairbrough-Horan clan. Ever since their first meeting, my mother and Niall’s had basically been planning their wedding. I think Maura had a heart attack every time Niall kissed Lily’s cheek, and my father cried whenever Lily looped her arm through Niall’s. It was such a sure thing that we had all made bets on when the two of them would stop ignoring their feelings and end up together.

As I had bet on Christmas 2021, I was hoping it would be soon.

“True,” she said, coming around from the breakfast bar and giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head. “I’ll never starve with you around.” She thrust the breakfast sandwich in my direction. I would like to say that I did not devour it like a hungry bear coming out of hibernation, but that would have been a lie.

Niall handed me my coffee obediently when I made grabby hands in its direction. Now that I could see his little note, I eagerly read it. Even with horrific drunk morning breath, you look beautiful, Rosebud! I narrowed my eyes at him and he let out a true belly-laugh, holding his stomach while I took a sip. He magically knew my coffee order, like he had for the past fifteen years of my life. If Lily didn’t exist, Niall Horan was definitely the person who knew me better than I knew myself.

“You ready, Lil?” Niall asked, standing from the couch and wiping his trousers for any crumbs that might have stuck there. Unlike Lily, Niall didn’t have to get too dressed up for his job, but he was still clad in a sky blue button down and dress pants. I thought it was hilarious that the two of them had accidentally coordinated outfits, since Lily was wearing a blazer that was about the same color as his button down, but that’s what soulmates did. They bought each other lunch, wore matching outfits, and took their sweet time getting together even though their younger siblings bet money on their relationship.

“Yep.” With her briefcase in hand, Lily leaned down to flick me in the forehead. It was gentle enough to not hurt, but I was hungover and therefore groaned. “You can stay on the couch as long as you’d like, but you’ve got to get up eventually. If you make a mess in the kitchen, clean it up. Ni and I will be home around ten to six for dinner.”

“Is Niall cooking?” I asked, mouth full of egg sandwich.

“I can if you want, Rosebud,” he answered, reaching his finger out. He quickly swiped his thumb across my chin, where I was sure bits of English muffin were sticking. “You want steak and potatoes?”

“You know me so well,” I replied, giving him a bright smile. “Have fun at work. I make no promises that I won’t spend your money and rent ten movies.”

“I figured,” Lily replied, “We’ll be home later then since we’ll stop by the grocery store later to get dinner stuff.”

I held my hands out and Lily grabbed them to lift me off the couch. It was silly and childish, but I couldn’t let Lily go to work without giving her a hug. It had been that way since she had been sixteen with her first job, and it was that way now. She smiled and pulled me into her embrace, squeezing me close in the way only she could. There were few things that meant more to me than hugging Lily.

“Where’s my hug, Rosebud? I’m hurt and offended,” Niall pouted, jutting his lower lip out much like I had moments ago. Rolling my eyes, I moved away from Lily and threw my arms around his neck.

Few things meant more to me than hugging Lily, but hugging Niall was up there.

Niall Horan was an amazing hugger. The first time he had hugged me, I think I had nearly fainted. Not because I had feelings for him or anything, but because his hugs were like puppies and unicorns wrapped into the embrace of a single person. The second my arms came around his neck, his came around my waist and he was pulling me closer to him, squeezing me tightly but not tight enough to be painful. Since I was significantly shorter than him, he lifted me up slightly so my feet left the ground. I was pretty sure I was getting egg on his shirt, but he never cared.

In reality, Lily and Niall were both too good for me.

“There, whiner. You happy now?” I asked, my face squished in his shoulder. I was glad I wasn’t wearing makeup so I wouldn’t smudge it on the pretty blue material. I felt him laugh, his shoulders shaking and I pulled away so his muscles wouldn’t bump my nose at an awkward angle. It was then that I noticed his eyes, bright and shining and so incredibly blue that it could have taken someone’s breath away.

Lily sure was a lucky girl.

“That color looks good on you, Ni,” I mentioned offhandedly and I pulled away from him even more. “Brings out your eyes.”

“A compliment of the highest order from the Rosebud.” His cheeks went pink, despite his joke, like they always did. Niall always went pink when I complimented him, like he wasn’t used to it. “See you later,” he promised, giving my shoulder one more squeeze before he and Lily linked hands. It sent my heart aflutter with the butterflies of someone who had six hundred dollars riding on simple gestures like this one.

The two of them left Lily’s apartment while I took a long and deep gulp of the coffee Niall had brought me. And then I promptly flung myself back onto Lily’s couch.

Once upon a time, I hadn’t lived with Lily in her apartment. I had graduated college, gotten a posh job as a sales representative at a jewelry store, and had a small studio of my own. That was before my boss decided he wanted to offer a raise in exchange for sex, and I had kneed him in the groin so hard I was pretty sure he’d never have kids again. The funny thing about kneeing your boss, though, was that he would inevitably fire you. I had a sexual harassment claim that had been processed and sent to human resources that provided me with enough money to keep myself afloat for approximately six months.

It had been a year.

Now, I worked as the front desk receptionist at a hotel. It wasn’t my dream job by any means, since I was genuinely great at selling things, but it was enough for now. But I was still childishly afraid to sleep on my own, in a studio apartment quite close to the jewelry store. Though I had gotten compensation pay, my boss hadn’t gotten fired. Just a slap on the wrist. And for some reason, when I was alone in my studio at night, I imagined him getting drunk and paying me a visit.

When I had told Lily of these fears, she had demanded I move in with her until I found a place of my own. Lily was just good in that way. No one was perfect, of that I knew. But if anyone came close, it was my sister.

Knowing that my sister was generous beyond belief, I did try to keep my presence in her apartment not well known. Which meant that because I had spilled copious amounts of crumbs on her couch while eating my breakfast, I would get out the vacuum and clean them all up. I also saw that she hadn’t had time to clean the pan she had fried the egg in, so I vowed to do that as well.

As soon as I moved from the couch.

Just as I was mustering the will to move, I heard my phone buzz. It was still on the coffee table, where I had tossed it last night before flopping onto Lily’s couch. I had my own room, but apparently drunk and stumbling Rose couldn’t make it through the small hallway Lily had in her apartment. Lifting it gingerly (and hoping there were no cracks in it), I opened up the text message from my younger sister, Violet.

I want in on the Niall and Lily bet.

I eyed the text message for a moment, completely flummoxed. Violet was no stranger to the inner workings of Lily and Niall’s friendship, but she had never really taken an interest like the rest of our family had. To her, it wouldn’t matter if Lily and Niall stayed friends forever or if they got married tomorrow. As long as Lily was happy, Violet would be happy.

Do you even have a hundred bucks? I texted back, still a little hungover and confused.

Unlike you, I can properly save.

My nose crinkled. While Lily and I had never fought, Violet and I were more stereotypical sisters. Meaning I’d die for her in a heartbeat, but if she stole my lipstick I’d kick the shit out of her.

Fine twerp. What’s your bet?

It took her less than a second to text back.

They’re not going to end up together. It’s obvious they don’t fancy each other.

I snorted. Violet, while twenty years old and a very smart college student, was making a huge mistake. Quite a way to waste a hundred bucks, Vi. You’re on.

Lily and Niall were endgame. That’s all there was to it.

#wf #wf prologue #1dff #niall horan au #niall horan fanfiction

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stonerbughead · 4 years

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Maria watches friday night lights (#26)

5x03 here we are, Julie’s bad decisions are piling up! (I watched 5x04+5x05 too, just gotta edit all my ramblings into coherency.)

under the cut:

Wow the level of Lions pride there now is is truly amazing. It’s wild that Buddy now owns this East Dillon watering hole! Weirdly like...growth? Given how many different types of people are gathered to celebrate this team that was revitalized only a year ago? Wild.

Uh oh, why does Vince’s father getting out of prison seem like a bad thing. God things were finally going well for him!

Also love how I was equally as disturbed as Vince was by his mom cleaning, knew something was up!

Omg the video with Maura went viral! 2,000 hits. That’s like everyone their age right? 😬

“We didn’t do any of this crap when we were kids.” Tami’s look of “yeah right” made me lol

“You think maybe people change? You changed.” I was about to say it but then Vince did: “I don’t know. I ain’t gone to jail.” Bc the problem is — the prison system ensures that people remain in a permanent underclass once paroled, making it nearly impossible to escape the cycle. so unfortunately it seems very unlikely Vince’s dad changed for the better while in a prison, which is an inherently violent and traumatizing place to be, let alone for five years when he already had a track record for treating your mom like trash...oh babe.

Oh nooo Buddy Jr. is smoking weed. West coast, brother! Lol

Yikes this is really sad, Tami is like trying to subtly be like to Maura, ‘sooo did seeing a bunch of guys passing you around while drunk on video like...maybe traumatize you a bit?’ And Maura’s like ‘WE WERE HAVING FUN HAVE YOU EVER PARTIED.’ Hello, internalized misogyny and a need for therapy, plz honey. Seems like her parents are a lot angrier than she is!

“daddy issues.com, I feel you” is literally what I nervously sang out loud at Vince and his father reuniting.

Omg they’re forcing the girls alone to listen to a really boring lecture on alcohol? This just doesn’t seem effective.

Holy shit two of the football players were making fun of the video.....? Disgusting. Rape culture is the fact that people are making fun of a girl being passed around like a rag doll!

The TA giving Julie a C- bc he’s “spent time with her” and “knows she can do better” is super manipulative and creepy and oh boy I hate this harmful dynamic. He’s literally GRADING HER PAPERS. Nope nope nope.

oh god not the ol “weekly salon for promising students the professor just so happens to host” trope! OH GOD

Ooooh making Jess equipment manager??? Tami is the best. Aw Jess is so excited! I’m so glad that within five seasons they included a character like her who is a girl who also grew up with football and loves it more than some of the guys on this show do!

Ooooh they’re doing shirts and ties instead of jerseys on game days and community outreach. Mmhmm ok revive your image

Vince is losing his confidence and motivation as a captain now his dad’s home noooooo

Lol I knew Buddy was gonna blame the weed on “that hippie Kevin.” So predictable.

“You know maybe it’s not about you and it’s not about Pam, it’s about your son, who happens to need you.” YES ERIC TELL HIM

“Nobody said being a dad’s gonna be easy.” OOH OOH Eric give my dad one of these talks next

“Girls in locker rooms are bad ideas.” I can’t. Lol Tami got lil toddler Grace to say “think about it, daddy!!” She doesn’t play nice.

LMAO I have never related to Vince more than in this moment: “did you talk to your dad?” “Yep.” “how did it go?” *sprints away without answering*

Okay here we are, douchey assholes at the ~salon~ and Julie with a glass of champagne and a devious smile looks like she’s on a mission.

“You must be so proud to have such a distinguished wife.” Oh Jesus TA’s wife’s away on a “sabbatical in Boston.” I see where this illicit romance is going and THANKS I HATE IT

Oh geez Vince doesn’t like Jess being equipment manager? She looks so cute and excited!

Oh boy, Maura is clearly going through some shit, she is relishing in being caught. I know that Tami is judging making out in a supply closet as a concept, but it can be hot—however, in this particular case, i have to agree on not romantic.

“Everyone thinks that I’m married but I don’t feel like I am.” Lines men say before they cheat on their wife with an underage student under their tutelage they shouldn’t be pursuing even if they’re single.

“You’re an awesome girl, Julie Taylor.” Key word ‘GIRL.’ Now he’s saying he feels “comfortable with her” and “if it were a different time and a different place.” This is what grooming sounds like.

Ewwwwwww

Oh noooo Julie you’ve been in college for like five minutes and you’ve already fucked a married TA. Oh honey NO.

Poor Vince. So much trauma between his mom and his dad.

Wowwww the transition from Vince fighting with his parents to walking in suit and tie past all the fans with signs 😭

Yes Eric reiterating he’s proud of Vince and so are his teammates after he goes off — I love how he can like tell something is off with him. He shuts the door and gets Vince to explain the home situation in like five mins.

“He never taught me how to better! How am I supposed to be better?” Omg yessss I feel you babe 😭

Oh god is Vince’s dad showing up gonna cost them this game

NOPE he just did an INSANE touchdown instead!!! Go Vince! “They call that the Tinker shuffle. They get a flag for excessive celebrating and who can blame them?”

“That was a hell of an effort. That’s character, Vince.” Awwww Eric’s so proud of him. His dad is sad. Welp, no thanks to you.

Omg their 3 and 0 East Side cheer at the bar sounds so much like the cheers our predominantly Black football team would do at our pep rallies I love it. This team has so much more heart and soul than the Panthers.

Omg Buddy Jr. is coming back to town???? Intrigue.

TA apologized and and acknowledged he knew it was wrong for teacher-student reasons! Yikes! Bc you know it’s gonna happen again!

“Only 17 years old and you’re already better than I ever was.” Damn Vince’s dad apologizing for not asking to move in after seeing him shine at the game, #growth

“Tonight for the first time in my life I knew what pride felt like. I mean, boy, that was crazy out there. You the man for real.” OMGGGG VINCE IS CRYING wow 🥺

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x03

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psychadelickate · 4 years

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Rizzoli & Isles: Home

Title: Home Word Count: Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles Pairing: RIzzoli & Isles Characters: Maura Isles, Lilly Isles, Jane Rizzoli Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Anonymous Prompt: 3 things - a child, photograph, confessions

Sunday Night Family Dinner ended a while ago and after seeing everyone out Jane decides to spend some time with Maura and Lilly. After searching the entire house for Maura's daughter, Jane finally finds her sitting on the porch, her favorite blanket draped around her, though not really keeping out the cold.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing out here in the cold, Lils"? Jane asks the six-year-old.

"Thinking," Lilly responds.

"Must be really important, if you came out here, it's freezing," Jane exclaims as she takes a seat next to Lilly, rubbing her hands together for a little warmth.

"I needed some quiet and I needed to get away from…" Lilly stops herself before the name falls from her mouth.

"Andrea?" Jane asks and Lilly nods in response.

"Lils," Jane sighs "Andrea is going to be a part of my life now, and I know it's new and scary for you, but you have to give her a chance, honey."

"I…" Lilly starts, "I can't Jane."

"Why?"

"Because," Lilly says, and Jane raises an eyebrow at the little girl.

"Because is not a reason, Lils," Jane tells her, gently.

It's getting colder now and, in her attempt, to rearrange her blanket something falls from the Lilly's grasp. Jane sees it on the ground and lifts the album, ready to return it to its owner. The title on it, however, grabs her attention and she pulls it toward her, setting it on her lap.

"Lilly's Milestones" is the bold neat print.

Jane opens it and she feels the breath catch in her throat when she sees the first picture.

It's a picture of Maura's first ultrasound, the Doctor on the exam table, ultrasound wand pressed against her still flat abdomen, a fuzzy image on the machine, printed sonogram picture in Jane's one hand and both Jane and Maura smiling like they'd just won the lottery.

Jane turns the page and its another of Maura's ultrasound, this time just a hint of a belly. She goes through the pages, until another picture gets her attention. She doesn't know when it was taken or even who took it, but she remembers the feeling and looking at it now, she's grateful someone did.

They're standing in Maura's office, Jane's hands under Maura's, holding her now seventh month pregnant tummy, feeling Lilly move, for the first time. Jane's gaze is focused on her hands, but Maura is looking at Jane, and Jane feels her heart speed up with Maura's expression.

Another one that stands out is the day Lilly is born. When she had gone into labor, both Hope and Constance had volunteered to be with Maura, but the doctor had shaken her head and asked for Jane and no one else. Jane had held Maura's hand and encouraged her when it seemed the doctor was about to give up and when Lilly emitted the first shrill cry, both women had tears in their eyes. Unprompted, Jane had bent down and kissed Maura, on the lips, gentle but chaste.

"She's beautiful," the nurse had whispered, and the moment had been broken, brushed off and never spoken about again.

There's a few other photos of firsts for Lilly, first solid food, first sitting up, first steps, first tooth… Some from more recent times, first day at daycare, first day at pre-K, first day at kindergarten, first ballet recital, first soccer game.

"All of them have you in them Jane," Lilly's voice is so soft Jane almost misses it.

It takes a moment and then Jane gets it. Lilly is scared of losing her.

"Lils," Jane pulls the six-year-old to her, "I'm not going anywhere. We'll still do things together."

"What about Mom?" Lilly asks and this question surprises Jane.

"What about Maura?" she asks.

"Are you still going to hang out with her? Even though you hurt her every time you bring Andrea for family dinner?"

"Hurt her? Lils, honey, what are you talking about?" this is new information for Jane. Maura has never hinted so much as hurt or discomfort at Andrea's presence.

"Every time you leave after Sunday Family Dinner, mommy goes up to her room and cries. She thinks I don't know, but I can hear her, and it hurts me too when my mommy is hurting. She comes down after a while and we watch a movie then she tucks me into bed, promising me she's not sad and the next week will be better. And then the next week you bring Andrea over again…"

Jane is flabbergasted. For a six-year-old, Lilly is extremely observant, then again, she's Maura's kid, Jane didn't expect any less.

And now, she has to fix this.

Jane hands the book back to Lilly then stands up from her seated position and turns to go back into the house. She needs to talk to Maura.

"Jay," Lilly calls her, and Jane feels her chest expand. Lilly hasn't called her that in months… not since… Andrea.

"If you're going to make Mommy cry more, please don't go inside."

Jane feels her heart breaks a little.

Still she needs to talk to Maura, so she makes her way to Maura's bedroom and just as Lilly told her, Maura is lying on her bed, face down. Jane sees her shoulders jerk and that's the only giveaway to show the doctor is actually crying.

As she has done so many times before, Jane walks over to the bed and lays down next to Maura, prompting the other woman to lift her head. The surprise in her eyes is evident.

"Jane, I thought you left!" she says.

"I was about to, but I found Lilly sitting on the porch she, very reluctantly, I might add, told me about your 'After-Sunday-Dinner-Rituals'.

Jane sees Maura color, though she doesn't say anything.

"Why didn't you say something?" she asks Maura.

"I… You…" she starts then stops and gathers her thoughts. "You're happy with her Jane and I don't want to break that. If you're happy then –"

Jane cuts her off mid-sentence. "that's bullcrap Maura and you know it. The fact that we're having this conversation just proves it. Also, it's not what you think."

"Jane, you should go."

"What?"

"You should go, because if you don't I'm going to want to you to stay, forever, and you can't do that, so go. Please." Maura pleads.

"Maur?" Jane calls, gently. Maura's eyes close automatically at the way Jane says her name. She hasn't said it that way in a long time.

"Maura, are you sure about this, us, me?"

"Jane, I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you and I know you don't –"

This time her sentence is cut off by the press of Jane's lips on hers. The kiss is unhurried and soft and gentle and full of promise.

Even though she's loath to stop it, Maura pushes Jane away, "what about Andrea?"

"Maur," Jane starts but is interrupted by her ringing phone. They both see Andrea's name flashing on the screen.

A short conversation follows and when Jane returns, she smiles at Maura. "Well Andrea was more understanding than I thought. She also asked me when I was going to get my head outta my ass and see that I had everything right in front of me."

"Now, where were we?" Jane asks but is interrupted when Lilly jumps onto the bed with them, settling between Jane and Maura.

"Hi Mommy," she greets Maura. "Mama," she turns to Jane and Jane sees hint of a smile on the Lilly's lips.

Jane's chest feels as though it's going to burst open with the amount of love that blooms in it and she finally understands the meaning of home isn't a place, but a feeling.

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#rizzoli and isles #fan fiction #fic #writing #maura isles #jane rizzoli

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cottagecori · 4 years

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since everything's a little weird right now & most seem to be bored I thought we could play a quarantine game 💘 answer the following! 1. how has your day been? 2. what is the last thing that made you smile? 3. what's keeping you entertained these days? 4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to archieve in this time? 5. post a selfie! (if you're comfortable with that) 6. last but not least: send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 🥰

maura is my favorite person on the planet fun fact

1) It’s been strange. My uncle just showed up at my house and we had to explain to him that he can’t come into the house since my dad is an essential worker and we don’t want my dad to come into contact him since he lives with my 94 year old grandmother. He didn’t understand that and then proceeded to aggravate my dogs who were sitting at the front door barking at him. I love him but he’s a mess. Then, we found out my brother might have to come home from California to attend the funeral of a close friend. Then my mom reminded me that if this doesn’t clear up by december, I won’t be able to go out to California next year like I planned. But, I have pasta and a Dr. Pepper so I’ll be okay for the time being ♥

2. I just got the recorded version of the show I was in earlier this year and so my friends and I had a lil watch party over zoom and watched it together!! I fucking missed them.

3. The three broke gays but emo this time, the show never have i ever, the short film i started writing, the new songs i’ve started writing, and the playlist of musicals my friends gave me to listen to!!!

4. I would like to finish the lyrics to 5 songs that I’m working on and learn cherry wine by hozier (but like finger picking style which i SUCK at)!!

I love you baybey!!

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myvelouri · 4 years

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I requested off work for today 3 weeks in advance. Sam said she was gonna come to the metal concert. But she flaked. Oh well. Fuck her I guess. Idk. But Jay came! I loved it

He's very sensitive and gets pissy. He's kind of an ahole

But we went to warehouse live to see these bands. It was for Chelsea grin. It was great

A lot of "my people" were there. Like. Alternative! Of course. SO MANY GORGEOUS GIRLS THAT ARE MY TYPE. I was in the pit and this girl looked at me and smiled twice at me. I could have gotten her number. And as you know, at these venues you get to walk around during when bands are setting up. So I walked around and there was so many fucking hot girls that kept making eye contact with me!! I was like wtf am I hot? Again? Lol! It was insane. Even after the show when I went barhopping with Jay! Girls kept checking me out HARD! PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, DOUBLE EYE CONTACT, SO MUCH!

so I met Jay's friend Maura, he met her through tinder but they're friends. They haven't ever fucked. She's actually gorgeous wtf wow how do I not get matches like that, lol. I don't actually have a tinder tho.

Anyway she was cool. Her credit card got jacked but she fixed it and figured it out. She got crushed in the mosh pit too. She's cute and tiny. We were gonna bar hop with her after the concert and we totally did. I also ran into a girl who I knew from OkCupid a long time ago. I never fucked her. But she wanted me bad. Lmao. She actually knew Maura. LOL.

I felt mean kinda just dismissing that girl. She's cool tho. Idk

Lol

So I finally got buzzed and we drank at the place where Jay and maura agreed to. I started getting silly. Bunch of other people at the table they knew but slowly they left. Lmao. It was jus me, Maura and Jay left. I killed the big beer someone left for Maura. Oof. Got me good

We went to Niels bar. It's like an arcade. Well, me and Maura started getting very close. Another one of her friends added me on her Facebook earlier and Maura was like "did you get me too?!" And I gave her my phone and I have itachi from naruto as my keyboard for my phone! And she goes "omg is that an anime background keyboard?" And I said ya. And she lit up. She was so into me lol. She was hype. And she asked if I liked horror anime. She said a name of one and she said she's gonna message me the name of it! I was surprised a girl was so interested me that she even said she'd message ME? LOL. GIRLS GHOST ME. WTF? shocked. And shocked I was checked out a lot. I had my black tank top on, grey beanie, skinny black jeans and my chain. Idk. Cute I guess.

Used to be cuter.

Anyway me and Maura started joking around hard. Somehow we talked about Deftones and she loved them HARD like I do and it was easy for me to keep talking and joking with her and she was amazing. I could date her. I could totally. We are almost the same. I'm so shocked. And she's gorgeous. Oh lmao her friend made out with her. Two girls. She made out with Britney. Lmao Brit was hitting on me and Jay too. But she was drunk

Um so Jay was on the table with me and Maura and me and her were just going off together. And I think I made him feel like a third wheel but he has a girl right now... And I already asked him if he wanted to pursue Maura and he said kinda but not really but kinda. So I felt like it was unfair. I felt dumb for not getting a lot of those other girls numbers. I only meet those gorgeous alternative babes that love metal like me at these places. Godamnit I'm dumb. I was just too sober to do it.

So as I joked with Maura, called her a dork, talked about exes and everything. I tried to get her to play a game with Jay. But Jay went off and played with another guy. As I'm having a good time with Maura, Jay texts me very salty stuff like "yeah kinda hard to get with a girl when you keep saying shit to her first" and I felt bad. Guilty. But.. she was into me. I can't help that. Jay is adorable btw. But she just was into me. Cause we have a lot in common. I um

I, idk why I can't remember the specific convos. I eventually got Jay and maura playing together. I got some hot funions from the vending machine and shared them with Jay and maura. I fed Maura lol. I'm a flirt. But I tried to feed jay too to make it even LOL but he didn't want that. I started fucking with Maura and shoved a funion in her nose hahahahaha. Then a lil later another one but I said I'ma shove it in her other nostril. And then I told her to come close, and I bit it out of her nose and ATE IT HAHAHA

then I got one in her mouth and said I'ma eat it out of her mouth. I said "but hey we're going to end up kissing" and lol. I did... Idk if she kissed back much but we were both aware that Jay would be upset. Um. I only did that when Jay wasn't there btw.

I talked to her about it too.

I could have gotten with her. I want her as a friend. She's incredible. So much in common and open af!

So we drove back together in separate cars and we took care of her cause she had a headlight missing and she wasn't sober so she can't afford being pulled over. And Jay drove in front and I drove behind her. It was nice

He called me and said he's gonna have her come smoke at her place. And that was my queue to leave them. And he apologized for being salty earlier. I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I let him have her. I really wanted her. but... I don't know. It felt like the friendship was more important

So I did that.

I just

I wanna see Maura again... Tbh.

She was amazing

I drove to my hometown bar and met my regulars there. I told Sherwood and he said I'm an attractive dude. Uh later they said I was hit with the ugly stick and not America's next top model. Ha.. I guess.. that sucks ha.. thank you? Lol...

Ow..

Anyway

I uh

I don't know

So many pretty babes tonight! I am stupid for not talking to any

The show was amazing though wow

I want to start a band so badly

I spent way too much money this week. I'm in debt ugh.

I can't tell you how many girls gave me eye contact and smiles. Wow. It lit me up. I felt so pretty

I haven't had that since like a few years ago

I'm not super fine I guess but I'm pretty I guess. Idk. I just don't understand how attractive I am or am not. I'm so confused about that.

Maura talking about Deftones and the song sextape made me go Gaga. Lol

Idk if Jay even got with her in the end. And he won't tell me

Grr

I feel dumb

I'm too nice... Too caring.

I can't believe the chemistry between me and maura. Lol.

#personal

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@barelydreamings / continued from here

Grace was trying not to laugh at the comment Maura made. The last thing she wanted to do was upset her very pregnant wife. “Babe,” surely she was failing at hiding her chuckles, but it was the thought that counts. “You don’t get to call yourself fat when you are literally using your body to carry a child. That’s not allowed.” Grace knew she would be far too scared to do what her wife was doing, which was part of the reason why it wasn’t her that was carrying their baby. “But I love when you reply the exact way I’m expecting you to. Reminds me that I know my girl so well,” she felt like she was still young ever time they went back and forth like this. If Grace was being honest she felt like she wasn’t worthy of picking something as important as a name. Not after doing so little to bring their little bundle of joy to life. “I like Logan,” she assured her, a smile forming on her lips at the thought of the name. “Little Logan! We love some good alliteration first thing in a child’s life, huh?”

Maura shrugged sheepishly. “You may have a point, but my counter point is that fat doesn’t have to be an insult. I’m definitely bigger.” She said, rubbing her hand over her particularly large stomach with affection. Despite how long it had been, she had a skill in making herself seem completely at ease about the whole thing even when she was nervous. She’d survived it once with minimal complications, she had to believe she could do that again. Rolling her eyes at Grace’s words, she sat back and focused on the task of picking this name out. She was being proactive about it and it felt good, especially considering that the first time around she hadn’t felt all that prepared. To hear her wife’s approval made her grin proudly, nodding her head. “Exactly, Little Logan, we already have a nickname. Or maybe Lil for short, like they’re a rapper.” She nodded, making a second dot point. “I like the unisex names.... Maybe Dakota?” She wrote it down, ready to cross it out if Grace didn’t like it.

#maura h. / threads #maura / feat. grace #barelydreamings

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lespetitesmortsde · 5 years

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Magnolias and Speyburn: An Epilogue

Two years later

“Didn’t think I’d see you back so soon,” Mary comments as she comes up to the corner booth where Beca and Chloe are sitting. Chloe is tucked right up against Beca’s side, arm dangling into Beca’s lap.

Beca fights a blush as she looks up. “Yeah, what can I say, she’s persuasive.” She leans her head down to gently bonk against Chloe’s.

“I was being sarcastic, it’s been what, two years?”

“Oh, sorry, I mean, this is one of the smallest gaps between visits, at least for me,” Beca answers.

“Maybe so, but I usually see Chloe once or twice a year and ever since you two ran off together after her wedding, you’ve been keeping her away.”

“Sorry, I’m not sorry,” Beca says, smiling and turning to look at Chloe, the epitome of heart eyes.

Chloe looks up at Mary beaming, “Can we get–”

“–Strawberry milkshake and fries?” Mary asks, already turning back for the kitchen.

“Can you make it a zebra milkshake instead?” Chloe pipes up, looking at Beca with a knowing smile.

Mary looks back at them, “I can do that.” She takes two steps toward the kitchen, then abruptly turns back to them again. “I like this view a lot better than the last time,” she comments, mostly towards Beca, and then she finally does head back behind the counter, calling to her cook.

Chloe immediately turns to Beca, “What’s she mean?”

Awkwardly, Beca fidgets with one hand in her hoodie pocket until Chloe lays a hand overtop the wiggling lump. “Becs.”

“Well, you know, last time I was in this town, you were, you know, getting married, and, um, I came here before the wedding, you know, to have, like, a final goodbye to the Beca and Chloe we used to be or whatever.”

Chloe raises her eyebrow. “Did Mary catch you slipping Speyburn into her milkshake?”

“Pfft, no!” Beca says defensively. Then she meets Chloe’s eyes a little bit embarrassedly, “I didn’t actually do it, I just really, really thought about it.”

“You’re such a dork,” Chloe says, and she kisses Beca on the cheek.

“You didn’t get strawberry,” Beca comments, pulling her hand out of her hoodie to hold Chloe’s under the table.

“Astute observation, Becs,” Chloe replies, closing her fingers around Beca’s. It’s gentle and comfortable, like their entire relationship after their rocky start.

Beca rolls her eyes. “You know what I’m getting at.”

“Oscar told me one night at the bar that you don’t actually like strawberry milkshakes that much, but that you’d always get them because I wanted them.”

“Traitor.”

Chloe gently slaps Beca’s hand. “Hey, be nice, he’s just looking out for you.”

Beca doesn’t head back to L.A. until two weeks after Chloe’s wedding. And when she does, she’s not alone. Chloe’s not moving to L.A., at least, not immediately, but the two aren’t quite ready to be apart, she has time off for her honeymoon that didn’t happen, and Beca’s due back in the studio tomorrow.

“What’s there to do for fun around your place?” Chloe’d asked in the cab from the airport.

“I don’t really go out that much, unless a Bella’s visiting,” Beca admitted. “I mean, there’s a bar I like to go to, but it’s not super popular or anything. It’s kind of under the radar, I guess.”

“Let’s go! I want to see where you’ve been spending your time,” Chloe said, and Beca didn’t even think about saying no.

When Beca knocked on the door to the nondescript bar, Chloe looked a little awed when the door slid open mere seconds later.

Oscar’s face dropped to an almost sadness when he saw Beca, but it almost immediately went back to a passive inspection once he took in Chloe beside her.

“Hey Oscar,” Beca said as he continued scrutinizing the redhead. He pretty openly looked at her left hand.

“Hey Lil Bit, I take it things went better than expected?” Oscar settled back into his regular bouncer posture. Beca saw his lips and the corners of his eyes turn up in amusement.

“Yeah, um, so this is Chloe,” Beca gestured between them. “Chloe, this is Oscar.”

“Nice to meet you!” Chloe smiled widely and stuck her hand out. “I’m glad I got to meet one of Beca’s L.A. friends!”

Oscar shook Chloe’s hand and then stepped aside to let them in.

“You still going to stop by once your shift is over?” Beca asked, fidgeting with the hem of her jacket. It was a bit more awkward an encounter than she’d expected.

Oscar nodded once. “You’ve got a lot of storytelling to do; I wouldn’t miss it.”

Beca smiled. “Alright, see you in a bit, Oz.”

“You too, Lil Bit.”

As soon as Chloe thought they’re out of earshot, she said, “Why don’t I get to call you Lil Bit?”

Beca pulled her along into the bar, heading for a four-top in a back corner that someone clearly just vacated. “Because you’re not a mountain of a man who guards the entrance to my bar of choice.”

Chloe dropped into the seat beside Beca. A server stopped by their table, introduced himself as Jack, and asked if he can get them anything.

“Speyburn, double, on an iceberg please,” Beca said, only a little stiffly. Behind him, she could make out Maura behind the bar.

“What do you guys have here? Anything signature or special or just really yummy?” Chloe asked, patting Beca on the knee as she turned a little to better face Jack.

“We make a mean Old Fashioned, if you’re into whiskey. Our pisco sour is made with Macchu Pisco, straight from Peru and distilled only by women. Other than that, we can make you pretty much anything that suits your fancy,” Jack said, grinning and tucking his serving tray under one arm. He nodded behind him at the backlit bar holding a variety of bottles. Maura seems to have noticed Beca’s there by now and gives a little wave.

Chloe thought about it for a moment, glancing over at Beca who half-heartedly put her hand in the air to return Maura’s greeting.

“You know what,” Chloe said, “I think I’m going to follow the regular’s lead.” She smiled up at Jack and gestured toward Beca. “I”ll have what she’s having please.”

“Okay,” Jack nodded. “Two double Speyburns, Titanic-style. They’ll be right up.” And he headed back toward the bar.

“Who’s that?” Chloe asked, following Beca’s gaze to the bar.

“Oh, that’s Maura.” Beca turned to face Chloe. “She was new here the last time I was in. She was pretty nice, made my drink the right way without me having to explain it,” Beca chuckles. “I blame Oscar for that, though, he warned her about my habits.”

“Well hey there, stranger,” Maura greeted as she approached the table. She mockingly inspected Beca. “Now, I would assume you’re Beca, but you’re not sitting at the end of my bar and drinking Speyburn like you’re trying to practice being an oak cask.”

Beca kind of shrugged towards Chloe.

“Oh, I see!” Maura said, eyes alight in amusement. “Well you must be the one who got away, or almost, I should say, considering you’re here now,” Maura had turned to Chloe, but now she turned back to Beca, “How’d you manage that?”

Just thinking about it made Beca blush. “Um, you know, nothing big.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, and gestured Maura to one of the chairs. “This one,” Choe jabbed a finger in Beca’s direction, “decided that she’d take her Speyburn-drinking show on the road. Left in the middle of my ceremony, so of course I had to go after her.”

Maura raised an eyebrow, but Chloe just waved her off. “I’d been in love with her since forever and she was always supposed to be at my wedding — one way or another. She basically confessed her love across town in a park we used to play in as kids.”

“That seems uncharacteristically romantic of you, Beca,” Maura said. Beca flipped her off.

“Oh no, she’s totes mushy, just, only around me,” Chloe beamed.

“Can we stop talking about me now?” Beca asked, grumpily.

Maura stood up as Oscar approached the table, “Yes, but only because your partner in crime is here.”

They switched places, Oscar sitting where Maura had been, “Bring me whatever they’re having, will you?” Oscar asked as he shifted and got comfortable.

She flipped him off as she walked back to the bar.

Oscar honed right in on Beca. “Alright, Lil Bit, spill the beans. Last I saw you, I was dragging your punk ass back to your place you were so lit.”

If Chloe could tell Beca blushed in the rather dim lighting of the bar, she didn’t let on.

“Yeah, so, you know, I went to the wedding and then I dunno man, had to split,” she shrugged and Oscar nodded sagely, like he knew exactly what she meant. And maybe he did, Chloe wasn’t sure. “Chloe followed or chased me or something and I thought that, you know, Stacie had spilled the beans because she’s been bugging me to do it forever, so I guess I kind of confessed, and then yeah, Chloe got a little mad–”

“I did not!” Chloe defended. Beca raised an eyebrow in her direction. “Okay, so I was a little surprised and frustrated, but I was not mad.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Anyway, so she was mad, but then she said that she loved me too, blah blah blah, and now we’re here and together. So it all worked out.”

Oscar turned to Beca. “Maura’s definitely told Jack not to bring our drinks, so why don’t you go get them? For you girl, of course.” He smiled widely, too innocently.

“Ugh, I don’t even work here!” Beca said as she got up with a huff and headed toward the bar.

“Okay, love of Beca’s life, a few things you should know. First and foremost, I don’t know if you’ve been around her when she’s in the middle of a record, but she forgets how to be a basic functioning human being, so make sure she eats and drinks water, and doesn’t survive on Red Bull alone…”

Chloe listened with rapt attention as Oscar told her all the things Beca never would.

“And finally, I know it’s a thing or whatever between the two of you, but for the love of all that is holy, please don’t make her drink strawberry milkshakes anymore. We went to a diner once and that was somehow the only flavour they had left, and she was basically drowning it in tears the entire night, so please.”

“Looking out for me or not, if it was a big deal, I would’ve told you.” Beca says, convincing exactly nobody.

“It never really mattered to me which flavour of shake we got, Becs, I just wanted to share it with you.”

Beca blushes as the distant sound of the blender trails off. Mary lumbers back over, a beautifully striped milkshake in one hand, a basket of fries in the other.

“Here you two go,” Mary says, placing the items in front of them. “So, what brings you two back to town?”

Chloe grins, “I’m trying again.”

“Trying what again?”

Beca turns to Chloe, “Why do you keep saying it like that, Chlo?” Then she turns back to Mary. “We’re engaged,” she says as Chloe pulls her hand out of Beca’s lap to show Mary her new engagement ring.

“Well, congratulations,” Mary says, smiling and taking a few seconds to inspect the ring. “Nice work with that one, I thought the other was a bit too flashy for Chloe’s style.”

“We picked it out together, and because everyone now knows that I want to get married in this town, we’re here making plans and booking things,” Chloe explains, happily driving two fries through the top of the shake.

“Speaking of,” Beca says, adjusting herself on the booth bench. “We were wondering if you’d kind of cater part of it?”

Mary seems a little taken aback. “While that’s a lovely thought,” she says and hesitates, possibly for the first time in either Beca’s or Chloe’s recollection, “don’t you think your wedding should have something a bit, I don’t know, fancier than diner food?”

Chloe smiles up at Mary as she finishes her mouthful of fries and shake. “We’re not having this wedding to be fancy, Mary, we’re having this wedding to celebrate how much we love each other and, you know, how well we know each other, how long we’ve circled around each other. We will have some other food, but we both agreed that having you and having your shakes and fries there would be a really great way to celebrate.

“After all,” Chloe continues, “there was no other food, no other spot around town, really, where Beca and I spent most of our time together. We want to commemorate that, because this place, the food,” Chloe gestures to the food in front of them, “they helped shape who we are and who we are are two dumbasses who finally got their shit together.”

Beca can see an extra watery layer in Mary’s eyes, and it makes her happy that Mary seems to be touched by Chloe’s speech. They did have a wavelength moment when discussing food for the wedding, Beca saying, “So I know it might be untraditional, but I was thinking that Mary and the diner have made such an impact on our lives…”

Chloe had said, “I couldn’t agree more Becs.”

But now, Mary looks away for a moment, off and up towards the ceiling, and when she turns back, Beca can no longer see the beginnings of tears. “Well we’ll have to settle some details, but the diner and I would like nothing more than to help y’all celebrate.”

Choe reaches down to squeeze Beca’s hand. “Aca-awesome.” Beca looks around the diner to make sure no one’s watching them before giving Chloe a kiss.

“So romantic, making sure no one can see how in love we are,” Chloe rolls her eyes and digs back into the fries.

Beca squirms a little in her seat. “Reflex, you know I feel weird about PDA what with all the paparazzi around L.A.”

“Yeah,” Chloe shrugs, “but they’re not here.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they followed us,” Beca grumbles, but kisses Chloe again without looking around first. Then she jumps into the fries and milkshake with vigour, trying to catch up to Chloe.

She’s always been trying to catch up with that woman, always loved it, and now, she thinks while looking down at her own engagement ring, now she gets to spend the rest of her life doing the thing she loves. She smiles at how well the fries go with the layered shake.

#magnolias and speyburn #lespetitesmortsde #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #marry me au #pitch perfect fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale #52 fics

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the-last-rat-standing · 5 years

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Erotomania: Ch.6- Rizzoli & Isles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17568074/chapters/41557799

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‘Jeans’ had been the answer when Maura had asked what she should wear to the dinner, not only because it was the truth, but because she secretly got a kick out of wondering what the always-put-together Medical Examiner would do. Seeing her standing in the doorway, clad in form fitting white jeans, Jane would gladly admit her plan spectacularly backfired... if only she could find her voice.

“Jane?” Maura asked, mistaking Jane’s silent admiration for judgment. “I chose wrong, didn’t I? You said ‘jeans’, and naturally I-”

“You’re perfect,” she blurted out, then squeezed her eyes shut at her traitorous brain. “I mean, the jeans are perfect, and since you’re in them, I guess that makes you perfect. Which is why I said that.”

For the first time in ages, Jane was thrilled to see her mother approach.

“Oh, look at you!” Angela beamed. “You look wonderful! Very chic.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Rizzoli.” The older woman tilted her head and raised her brow. “I mean, Angela.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Why don’t you come into the kitchen. The boys are out back playing football.”

She put her arm around Maura’s shoulder, guiding her to the kitchen and leaving Jane to berate herself. ‘I guess that makes you perfect. Which is why I said that’?? Am I 12? She took a deep breath. “Just be normal.”

“You might wanna start by not talkin’ to yourself, Sis.”

The voice made her jump. With one hand on her chest, she used the other to punch Tommy in the shoulder.

“Ow!” he protested, rubbing the target. “Whadja do that for?”

“For sneaking up on me. You’re lucky I don’t have my gun.” Her heart rate slowly returned to normal. “I thought you were in the back with Frankie and Pop.”

“Had to use the lil’ boys’ room,” he shrugged. “And Ma always lets me sneak a little bit of dessert. Who’s got ya talkin’ to yourself?”

“Nobody,” she lied, walking to the kitchen. Despite her temporary frustration with herself, she grinned when she saw the activity. “Looks like Pop and Frankie beat you to it.”

“Hey!” he objected. “That cannoli’s mine.”

Frank Sr. looked up from the dessert plate. “You think we were gonna fall for that bathroom excuse, Tommy? Schmuck.”

“Besides,” the younger Frankie said, filling his face, “we can’t play with 2 people.”

Angela lightly slapped the back of Frankie’s head. “Manners! Maura, this is my youngest; Tommy, this is Dr. Maura Isles.”

Maura extended her hand and widened her smile. “Very nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, me, too,” he blurted out. “I mean, you. Nice to meet you, too.” He leaned into his sister and from the corner of his mouth whispered, “I totally get it now.”

.....

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #fan fiction

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gaybluesargent · 6 years

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boo, hey, will you conspire with me and think up the most heartfelt, heartbreaking and majestic Noah headcanons to ail my gf with (and hopefully cheer her up from possible busy days)? My own noah knowledge is shamefully too limited for such a great task

oh i would Love to help for this worthy cause!! let’s see...

well i mean. let’s start with what we know about noah. he’s generally cowardly, and easily entertained, and he’s the kind of kid who can say things like “i’ve been dead for seven years” upon meeting a new person and nobody thinks anything of it.

from this, we can extrapolate:

his sense of humor is inscrutable. partially because he doesn’t know how to be funny on purpose. partially because he’s operating in the context of simultaneous past/present/future and often says things that don’t make Sense. at least.. not until Later. this makes him hilarious and unnerving in equal measure.

i’d guess that adam is especially Into This — he always listens a little closer when noah talks, yknow?

and i feel like blue is probably especially Immune to this. like, she grew up around psychics always saying strange things, which gives her a special ability to see through noah’s cryptic strangeness and know what he Really Means.

he is wonderful at gifts, because he has no concept of what Is or Isn’t a good gift. like, if he sees something that reminds him of one of his friends, he’s going to give it to them. even if it’s weird and inexplicable.

like. one day he hands ronan a cable knit sweater that’s 2 sizes too small for him, just because the tag says “crossroads” and noah thought it was cool. and ronan’s like “what am i supposed to do with this” and noah just shrugs and ronan is confused but oddly flattered.

tbh tho gansey is extremely touched by any and all of noah’s odd gifts. he treasures each one even if he doesn’t understand it at all, because it’s so,, Genuine.

he is the best person to be scared with. by comparison, you will always look brave.

when adam goes to cabeswater all on his own, sometimes noah shows up to keep him company and jump at creepy noises and point anxiously at weird shadows. adam never really gets why noah joins him on these trips if it makes him so nervous, but the truth is, noah’s just doing what noah’s always doing — guiding his friends, in an unconventional, backseat way.

when ronan goes driving too late at night, sometimes noah joins him in the passenger seat. every time ronan blows a light or takes a turn too quickly, noah gasps and clings to the seatbelt. it annoys ronan, but it also reminds him that his driving has consequences, which has helped preserve the life of everyone on the road and also the small animals that often dart across the street without warning.

when maura is missing, noah spends a lot of time with blue. he can’t go into 300 fox way for Obvious reasons, so he visits her at school. he doesn’t especially Like being there; the first few times especially, he’s jittery about the idea of being seen, or perhaps the idea of being reminded of all that he missed by being dead. but blue smiles more when he’s there, and she walks a little more confidently when he’s by her side, inquiring about this or that with a bunch of nervous little questions.

when gansey jolts awake from his dreams-turned-nightmares, noah is there more often than not, fumbling around in the dark on some random task or another. noah doesn’t like the dark, even though he can see in it more easily than those with living eyes, but he always finds something to do to distract gansey from his unearthed anxiety. gansey doesn’t always realize that noah is doing this just for him, and often becomes more interested in noah’s task than noah himself is. but it works — it helps, and before long, the sun is rising and gansey’s nightmares are miles away.

noah is a lil weird and a lil annoying and a very good friend!!! and his friends love him and he loves his friends!! thank you!!!!

#oh gosh do these qualify as heartfelt/heartbreaking/majestic?? i hope so!!!#i hope u and ur gf enjoy them!!#I LOVE NOAH... SO FCKING MUCH...#noah #asks #anon

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wheretogofrmhere · 7 years

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Niall's been having sex for like 7 years I doubt Maura cares at this point 😂 she's proud of her bab' no matter what the song is about.

it's still gotta be lil 😬 masked with a smile lmao

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lespetitesmortsde · 6 years

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Magnolias and Speyburn

PART 5

To be fair, Beca's impressed it took almost two hours for Stacie to come up to where Beca was leaning by the bar, a twin on either arm, and try to set Beca up. True to her word, though, Beca politely declined and wished Stacie luck. Then she downed the last of her drink, slipped into her jacket, and left the thumping bass behind.

She walks most of the way home before turning down an alleyway and knocking loudly on a steel grey door. It slides open a moment later.

"Didn't expect to see you tonight," Oscar says, stepping aside to let Beca in. He looks as tough and menacing as he did the first time Beca stumbled upon the speakeasy-style bar.

Beca shrugs and pulls out the embossed card.

"Oh shit," Oscar says, and lets out a little whistle. "Sorry man."

Beca shrugs again. Oscar nudges her over to the bar. "Go and mope for a bit. When Felix switches with me, I'll come make you feel better."

"Thanks, Oz," Beca claps him lightly on the arm and wanders over to her preferred seat at the end of the bar. She drapes her jacket across the back of the empty stool beside her for whenever Oscar is done.

It's a little embarrassing, but she has to do a little hop to get up onto her seat. She somewhat stealthily manages to get up without drawing attention to herself and hooks her feet around the legs of the stool. Again, she pulls the wedding invitation out and lays it down on the bar in front of her.

"Not for yours, I'm assuming?" The blonde woman who appears in front of Beca must be new.

"Nope," Beca agrees, fiddling her fingers on the paper.

"Sucks," the bartender says, grabbing a glass from her left and setting it up on the bar.

Without Beca saying a word, the woman turns for the bottle of Speyburn 15 on the display behind her. Beca watches half in surprise, half in anticipation as a large clear cube of ice is placed in the glass and then a healthy measure of scotch is poured over top.

The glass slides over to Beca off the bartender's fingers.

"I'm Maura," the woman says. "Oscar told me a broody-looking brunette may come in and take the chair you're in now and want nothing but a Speyburn and quiet."

Beca raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I did it about half-right. What can you say, I'm new," Maura shrugs and heads off.

"Thanks," Beca calls after her, just loudly enough for Maura to wave it off as she approaches another patron at the other end of the bar.

The invitation stares at her while she wraps her left hand around the glass, while she glances around the bar to see what the mood is like, while she lifts the glass to her lips, while she takes a sip. Honestly, it's fucking rude. Doesn't it know it's so goddamn rude to stare?

Beca's overcome with the urge to rip it in half, to shut it up, but the millisecond her fingers grasp the cardstock and make the tiniest fraction of a rip, she drops it back down to the bar like it's fire. She pushes it aside, and grabs again for her drink. What she meant to sip is swallowed quickly, the tumbler slipping back onto the coaster in a muted thud.

Like there's a silent alarm, Maura walks back over almost instantaneously, pulls the bottle off the shelf again, and pours another measure into Beca's glass.

"Oz likes you," Maura says, as if that explains her behaviour. It does, in a way. Beca's not as surprised as she should be to learn that Oscar has given Maura instructions about how to handle her. Or maybe there are just special instructions because of the invite. Either way, Beca knows Oz has a soft spot for her. She has one for him, too. It's why she doesn't come in when she knows he's not going to be there. Something about the big guy reassures her, gives her some stability to her thoughts. He's a good guy to have in a crisis, and honestly, one of the only friends she's made since moving here.

"He's a good guy," Beca understates, inclining her head to thank Maura for the drink. Maura shrugs off the thanks.

"He'll be done in ten minutes, and I've been told not to top you off more than twice before he gets here, short and mysterious," Maura says. Only when Beca glances up does she note the playful smirk at the corner of Maura's mouth.

"Got it," Beca says and downs the glass. Again, Maura pours her another, and then she sets the bottle back on the shelf.

"Nine minutes," she reminds Beca as she glides back over to the other side of the bar.

"Nine minutes," Beca repeats, morosely looking into her scotch instead of throwing it back. She shouldn't drink too much. She's been lucky before, when she's gotten too sauced. Oz knows to take her phone away. The first time was a close call. She had Chloe's contact page up, thumb hovering over the call button, when he swooped in and saved her from making yet another mistake.

The tumbler's still in her hands, mostly full, when a hand grazes her shoulder and Oscar drops into the seat beside her.

"From your girl, eh?" he asks, nodding to the card in the corner. Beca doesn't bother responding. It's not a real question anyway. He knows. Beca told him months ago the whole sad sob story, and three weeks ago Beca had been surprised to find engagement photos on her Instagram.

That night she'd gone to the bar and it hadn't been an early or cheap night. She'd finished the open bottle of Speyburn and gotten almost halfway through the next before Oz cut her off. She'd woken up alone in her bed, Oz on the couch clutching her phone to his chest.

"When is it?" Oscar asks, drawing Beca back from her memories.

"A month."

Oscar whistles. "Do you want me to go with you?"

Beca almost smiles. "That's nice of you, Oz, but I'll be okay. I already sent my RSVP anyway." She takes a large gulp of scotch. "Besides, gotta get used to it. Might be easier by myself at least for the first little bit."

Oscar nods sagely beside her. "Okay, Lil Bit," he says and waves Maura over again. Beca downs her drink.

"We got an extra bottle of Spey?" Oscar asks once Maura's in earshot.

"Yeah," Maura nods. "Two under the counter." She jabs her thumb in Beca's direction. "Girl can drink."

Oscar laughs, and after a few seconds of Oscar tapping her on the arm, Beca reluctantly joins him.

"She sure can. And only that stuff. Did I tell you-"

"That we only stock it for her?" Maura rolls her eyes. "You might've mentioned it, Oz."

"Okay," Oz chuckles. "But tonight, I'm drinking it with her, so do us up please and thank you.

Maura obliges, pulling out a glass for Oscar before going off to help someone else.

Oscar turns to Beca, glass in hand. "Okay, Lil Bit, this is your night. Your girl's getting married to someone else, and you're in a bar with me. So we're gonna get you fucking lit and then you're going to sleep it off and get over her, you hear me?"

Beca scoffs. "Like I haven't been trying?"

Oscar waves her off. "That was before. Now that she's getting married, I'm gonna help you get that red-haired beauty off your mind."

Beca shakes her head. "Don't bother, Oz, it's not possible. Just drink with me tonight. I'll deal with Chloe when I need to deal with Chloe."

It's not often that Beca's quiet and accepting of bad news, so instead of fighting her on it, Oscar just acquiesces. "Okay, Lil Bit, let's get lit."

#bechloe #lespetitemortsde #for those who want to read it here #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #thomas rhett #marry me au

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