#especially when liv was at the hospital

[divinesolas]

Summary | Youve been best friends with chad ever since you were young and you've never felt anything romantic towards him... until a recent series of events change your view of him (aka the three times where you find out you like your best friends muscles a little too much and the one time he finds out)

pairing | chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

warnings | best friends to lovers, very oblivious/in denial reader, fluff, slight angst, p in v, oral (f receiving), strength/muscle kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), fingering, jealous chad, masturbation (fem), not proofread !

w.c | 5.2k

a/n | So happy to FINALLY get this done, chad doesnt get enough love like at all !!

The first instance | the gym

‘could you drop by the gym and bring me my bag i totally forgot it’

You didn't expect to find yourself at the gym today but when you got a text from Chad you couldn't ignore it so here you were standing and staring at all the different machines trying to spot your gym rat best friend.

You were lucky to have a membership. though you don't go as frequently as the man in question you did like to pretend you worked out more than you did. 

You furrowed your brows and internally groaned after a solid minute of standing there looking for him knowing you would get some odd looks if you continued so you decided you would just walk around to look for him.

ignoring the odd stares from the random assortment of men and women around the gym you frantically look around for chad.

Where the hell was he?

You hear an oddly familiar groan to your left and turn your head to see a very toned back. 

fuck

He's doing pull ups. You can't seem to pull your eyes away from his sweat covered back, the way his arms curl and his muscles pop when he lifts himself up and the way he huffs and groans when he drops back down. 

You knew Chad was hot, that was a secret to nobody but you never had thought too much about it. at least not until right now.

You've known Chad your whole life, having met the meek twins in elementary school you guys automatically clicked. Even though you had met mindy, the first chad was the one you bonded with the most. There had just been something about him and you two have been inseparable ever since. 

Everyone growing up had thought the two of you were bound to get together at some point and many had even thought you were already dating and were shocked to find out Chad was dating liv at the time. You remember how devastated he was, comforting him in his hospital bed while he sobbed his eyes out. 

You didn't like him like that. or at least you didn't think you did. but if you didn't then why the hell are you standing here like a creep practicing drooling over your best friend. 

You shake your head and begin to make your way around to face him, attempting to ignore the twisting of your stomach and your heart pounding. 

It's just chad. it's just chad you continue to try and reassure yourself as you come to face him. 

You should have stayed facing his back because you almost fell to your knees, his eyes closed. His chest rises and falls quickly and his jaw clenched as he brings himself back down, veins popping on his forearms as he sighs in relief.

Your thighs clench involuntarily until he opens his eyes. When he had finally noticed you he smiled. He was always smiling, especially at you. He dropped down and took a couple steps forward, “Sorry if you were waiting long.” He must have thought you were trying to call for him but he couldn't hear you through his headphones but you haven't even tried to call for him. You think if you tried to say his name it would come out as some sort of mumble so you just nodded your head, “it's fine.”

you thrust his bag forward and he grabs it, “thank you for this.” you shake your head, “no problem.” you curtly reply.

you need to get out of here and never turn back, it must be corrupting your mind this demon place.

he reaches to the bench next to him and grabs a hand towel next to him and runs it over his face and along his collarbone as he looks at you concerned, “are you alright?”

no you are certainly not alright. He brings the cloth down to his abs. 

he doesn't need that cloth i can lick up and down his abs like its ice cream-

you shake your head, what the hell were you talking about?!?! 

“y/n?”

you look back up at his eyes and notice he's staring at you.

“oh no im um im alright sorry.”

he tilts his head at you and gives you a i don't believe you look.

You sigh, “I need to go run some errands. It's stressing me out a little.”

what were you even talking about, you pulled the excuse out of your ass. you had been free for the rest of the day.

“Oh really, if you just wait a few more minute until i finish my set i can come with”

No, that definitely can not happen because there's no way you can stand here and watch him work out without losing it.

“sorry i need to go like now i'll see you.”

you don't even wait for his reply as you rush out, your underwear is so uncomfortably wet you need to run back to your dorm and change them.

when you get to your dorm, you manage to resist your urges… for now. 

instance number two | movie night

The guilt was eating you alive. sitting awkwardly on the couch with mindy to your left and a blank spot to your right you felt like you were drowning. you had avoided having to hang out with chad until this point. 

Dodging his calls, sending him short texts and even ditching your friends for the last week have all led to now. It was mandatory to attend movie night each month and this one was no exception. when you attempted to ghost mindy she came and banged on your door until you answered, not taking your ‘i don't feel well’ seriously. ‘Get dressed, you're coming.’ was all she had said in return and you begrudgingly got dressed.

maybe you shouldn't have tried to avoid him because it feels more awkward than it should, he of course is acting normal, if he feels any sort of way or thinks you're avoiding him he doesn't show it which your thankful for but you can't help but what to bury yourself in a hole anytime you see him.

Of course you feel awkward looking at your best friend who you had thought of in such a different way. a part of you wished you hadn't even gone to that stupid gym and witnessed your stupidly hot best friend sweaty and shirtless.

You're snapped out of your train of thought when you feel the area beside you fill up and you're greeted by Chad holding a rather large bowl of popcorn in his lap.

he notices your stare and holds out the bucket to you, “want some?”

You mindlessly take a handful before turning away from him. You notice him frowning from the corner of your eye. 

You two would always engage in some conversation about nonsense before the movie began, you hated that you couldn't talk to your best friend because you were acting like a weirdo.

You couldn't pay attention to the movie once it began, especially not with Chad's warm body sitting next to you and the scent of his cologne filling your lungs. 

About an hour in you get up, unable to sit there any longer, when Mindy from the other side of the couch gives you an odd look in your mouth that you're going to get a drink to which she narrowed her eyes but doesn't say anything. you miss the look the meek twins share as you make your way to the kitchen.

You grab a glass from one of the cabinets and take a deep breath, what the hell was happening to you? all you could think about as of late was chad. 

How come everything has changed so quickly? one minute he's your stupid himbo best friend and the next he's a walking wet dream.

As you are filling up your cup you decide you're just going to get over it, just go back to normal that should be simple enough right?

you take a sip feeling much more relaxed before turning around but you hadn't realized something was standing right behind you so when you turned your whole drink knocked into, spilling all over his chest.

“fuck.”

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.”

Your eyes immediately lock on to his white shirt that has gone completely see through.

oh fuck.

The movie had been paused and you can hear Sam rush over to ask if you guys were alright.

you mindlessly nod your head and mumble a weak apology to which sam brushes off and tells you it's fine before getting the broom.

“Dude what are you gonna do about your shirt?”

Mindy looked her brother up and down with a disgusted look to which he shrugs, “I can just take it off.”

Wait what?

He reaches a hand behind his back and pulls the shirt off in one swift movement and your eyes immediately drop to the floor. 

“God you're gross.”

Yeah you definitely are. Chad laughs as he rubs a paper towel over his chest to get off any extra water that had stayed on his chest.

You feel like you're about to faint, it's just like the gym all over again. You Are glued to your spot as Sam finishes sweeping and makes her way back to the couch as well leaving you and Chad alone in the kitchen.

“it's really not your fault,”

you look at his face and notice he's smiling at you giving you a reassuring look, “im sure sam will survive without one of her million mugs.”

“I don't have that many!”

Sam calls back from the living room, making the two of you laugh. 

You momentarily forget your guilt, this is what you've missed, just standing around and joking with him, laughing together.

his smile grows wider at your relaxed and happy face, something you don't notice.

“Are we good?”

You don't notice the worry in his voice or the concern on his face, thinking nothing more of his question you reply,

“Of course.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, one you don't notice.

your moment of relaxation is over once you're reminded of his bare chest.

he notices your stare and laughs it off, “don't worry about my shirt i'll survive, plus it'll give these guys time to breath.”

he flexed and you felt your knees wobble. 

he laughs and apologizes for the stupid joke, mindy who had heard it from the couch gets annoyed at her brother and the two begin to bicker.

Your eyes shamelessly rake all over his chest and arms. you shake your head, catching yourself, and you run your hands over your face.

This was getting ridiculous. 

“Are you okay?”

you look at him in shock as he stares at you.

His eyes are locked on to yours.

there's an unknown tension between the two of you, his eyes leave yours and drift down slightly.

your lips.

He seems to be leaning in, you want him to, you want him to so bad you lean in too and-

“Are you two done making out or what?”

you hear anika hit mindy and say to be quiet but mindy scoffs saying something about wanting to watch the movie.

you take a step back, feeling embarrassed you don't even take another glance at chad as you mumble about needing to use the bathroom and rush away. 

You rush to close the door and lean back on it, out of breath.

What the hell just happened? were you two really about to kiss? and you really wanted him to? 

Maybe you're just going crazy? Was the tension between you two so obvious that even mindy pointed it out? Are you about to start your period? Maybe that's why you're acting like this? no you had just had your period not too long ago. 

You splash some water on your face as you continue to think.

Why are you feeling like this now? what if you just saw him shirtless and sweaty and suddenly you can't stop thinking about him? maybe deep down you always felt this way? No, that's ridiculous. Is it? 

You shake your head, you can't think about this right now. you pat your face dry, all you need to do is get out there and finish this stupid movie and leave. and definitely make sure to not look at chad and his stupidly hot body and perfect face, why did he have to be so hot anyways? his arms are so large would he mind if you just bit them- oh my god.

You walk back out to the living room and notice they had turned back on the movie, “sorry mindy couldn't wait.” Sam tells you and mindy shakes her, “you were taking too long, sit sit were at the good part.”

you awkwardly take your place right next to chad, the warmth of his body is nice but he feels… tense? you stupidly take a glance at his face and notice his jaw is clenched and he has an unreadable look on his face.

he's probably regretting what happened in the kitchen and is feeling awkward about it, it's unlike him to not make any sort of stupid comment or not tell mindy to shut up at some point throughout the night but he doesn't and it makes you feel sick. 

What a nightmare. 

instance number three | social media stalking

This is probably what was your most pathetic moment. 

you and Chad hadn't spoken for two days. to some that seems like nothing but to you it was everything. you and chad never went a day without talking to each other since forever and of course you had to go ahead and ruin it.

you had been opening and closing your messages together all day, debating whether or not to send a text.

Would he even answer? you still don't know what to make of what happened, no what almost happened in the kitchen. 

One question you still refused to address was your feelings towards him. 

Did you like him? Did he like you? What did this mean? You couldn't tell, maybe it was just a passing thought, a passing feeling which will go away eventually. Or maybe it will stay and linger with you. 

None of it mattered because all you could think about was how much you missed him. You missed your best friend more than anything.

Wanting to see his face you decide to open up his instagram.

Clicking on his pictures you scroll for a while, smiling to yourself as you reminisce over the pictures, a large majority of them being ones you took.

Suddenly you stumbled upon one of his workout videos. You should exit out of it but youre in entranced by him. 

You watch the short clip over and over again, your body running hot. He was deadlifting. His chest puffed out as he picked up the insanely large weight, you could see the sweat dripping down his chest and you could hear him groan. 

Your thighs rub together as you watch it for what must be the tenth time. One of your hands leaves your phone and drifts down before you eyes widen as you remember he has a whole highlight dedicated to his workouts.

One hand moves on your screen as you open up the highlight, another works its way down to your pants, unable to resist your urges anymore.

You watch through the stories and reels while you toy with yourself until one particular video pops up. It's a compilation of his mess ups and you can occasionally hear Ethan in the background laughing at him but there's also a lot of him groaning, sweating and he also curses a lot.

You hadn't even noticed you had slipped two fingers into yourself but you soon lost yourself in pleasure, imagining his groans and curses were sounds he was making with you.

You close your eyes after seeing a particular clip of him flexing his much in the mirror and your phone falls out of your hand, you go move your other hand to your clit before a deafening ring sound's through the room.

you freeze like a deer in headlights as you listen to the phone on your chest vibrate before taking your free hand and picking it up.

chad.

You let it ring, suddenly filled with embarrassment and you sit up having removed your fingers. What The hell were you doing?

You needed to take a shower.

The realization.

you're at some party Tara had managed to convince you to go to by saying something about you needing to get out of your room and have some fun. Despite all you wanted to do is rot in your room while thinking about Chad, you had the sudden idea.

You should get laid.

Not by Chad obviously as that would defeat the purpose but you are hoping whatever this weird fascination you've grown to have with Chad is just you and your weird lust waiting to be satisfied. 

You're standing in the kitchen with some guy from one of your classes. You don't know his name but he was cute… enough. You nod mindlessly at whatever he was saying. His hand suddenly moved to your forearm as he stroked it affectionately, you try not to let the sudden wave of disgust wash over you show on your face. He leans down to whisper in your ear and you almost push him away instinctively. 

“you wanna get out of here?”

Your grimace and stiffness as his face moves away from the side of your head to your face where he leans in close, too close, you're suddenly reminded of your moment with Chad in the kitchen. This certainly isn't making you feel like that moment did. 

Before he could kiss you like he intended hands are suddenly on his chest and shoving him away from you. You gasp as an arm grips you, “she's not interested.”

The dude groans as he glares at Chad whose glares look like it could kill and his grip on you tightens, “who the hell are you man?”

“none of your damn business stay away from her”

he scoffs, “she wanted me man just ask her.”

Chad doesn't even turn to look at you, “shut the fuck up man.”

“what? You mad your girlfriend’s a whore huh? she was practically grinding on me-”

A fist slams against his face effectively shutting him up, “Talk your shit again man and I'll do something worse than that.” 

He drags you off before any more words can be said. The grip he has is deadly, like he's afraid you're going to slip out of his reach if he lets go even for a second. You want to open your mouth to question him but all you can do is stare at him. What was his thing for wearing tight shirts? Maybe you should be thankful he does because you can see his arm clench as he holds you and continues to work you two through the crowd and up the stairs.

He finally finds an empty room and finally lets you go once you walk in. He lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door and presses both his hands against it. His large back facing you and you admit his muscles that pop out of his shirt, maybe for christmas you should buy him some larger shirts so you could keep your thoughts tame.

He turns to you and looks at you concerned, glancing up and down, “are you alright? Did he try anything?”

You smile and shake your head, “no he didn't, thank you.”

He places a hand on your arm, “you sure?”

you nod as things grow quiet between the two of you. He lets out a sigh of relief as a sudden surge of confidence rushes over you, “thank god, that guy was giving off some serious weird vibes, i mean what were you even doing talking to a guy like that-”

You grab his face and press your lips against his, you shut your eyes, not wanting to know his reaction but are pleasantly surprised when he grabs your face and kisses you back with the same force.

His hands leave your face and find the hem of your shirt and tugs at it.

You two suddenly pull away and rush to take off your clothes, your head is spinning and you almost fall over but you manage to get it off leaving both of you in just your underwear.

He backs you into the wall and stares at you. He's staring at you as if you're the most gorgeous woman in the world, his eyes trailing up and down not knowing where to look. He looks like he wants to consume you, like he's barely holding himself back from jumping on you and taking you right then and there.

You grow anxious under his stare bringing your arms up to cover yourself before he grabs them and pins them to your sides, “youre so fucking gorgeous.”

He pauses hearing you whimper slightly, you can't look at him. “What is it, baby?”

You try to move your arms but due to his strength you can't and you whine again, rubbing your thighs together trying to get any sort of friction down there. 

He grins as he watches your actions, “what you like, how strong i am? like how i can pin you down like this hmm?” you can feel his breath on your face as you nod still not looking at him.

“Then what if I picked you up like this?” He easily picks you up and holds you in his arms and readjusts you to sit more comfortably, “you like this?”

He doesn't wait for your reply, casually tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, kissing you once more as his hands trail down your body leaving a fire in its wake.

his hands slide back up. when he reaches the band of your bra he pulls away and looks at you, “can i?” 

you nod unable to speak over the pounding of your heart but he doesn't move, “i need your words baby.”

god why does he have to be so hot.

“Yes please.”

“Was that so hard?”

You would normally say some smart comment but right now you can't think of anything as he inclips your bra and immediately attached his lips to one of your nipples, not forgetting to show the other some love with his other hand causing you to moan.

“chad…”

he grins as he switches sides but this time one of his hands trails down towards your underwear and he stops at the band and looks up at you wordlessly.

you nod and hope your message can get across, you need him to touch you now or you might die. you've never felt so hot and wet like you do right now, you've never wanted anything like you've wanted chad at this moment.

He detached his lips from you causing you to pout but he shakes his head, “you know what i want.”

You whine barely being able to make the words out, “please chad.”

His fingers drift a little lower, almost touching exactly where you want him, “c'mon you're almost there.”

You groan, feeling impatient, “chad!” 

he pulls his hand away and stares at you expectantly, “cmon now.”

“Please touch me please.”

He pulls down your underwear leaving you completely bare and pulls your thighs apart, laying in between your legs.

He kisses the inside of your thighs, leaving you more and more breathless the closer he gets to your pussy.

Before he can get too close he stops and pulls away slightly, staring at you and your body in wonder. He eyes your pussy, his mouth waters and he licks his lips.

“Chad please.”

he looks up at you, “please what?”

he loves the face you make, your pout and the whine you let out, “you know!”

he laughs, “know what?”

you're silent for a moment, “my pussy….”

“what about it?”

you groan, “touch my pussy chad please.”

satisfied he runs a finger along your slit, “im gonna do a lot more than touch it baby.”

He licks a long strip and the sound you let out makes all the years of waiting and pent up lust and affection worth it as you let out the most angelic sound he's ever heard and he's determined to hear it again.

you don't expect him to be so messy at eating pussy, hes so fucking good. he pulled back and spits on it before his tongue swirls around your clit and his arms leave your thighs to hold down your hips as they keep on lifting up, once again reminding you of his strength and you let out another whine along with your moans.

he looks up and is delighted by your face, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and mouth wide open. He thinks you've never looked hotter.

a hand leaves your hips, which are still being held down even with just one of his hands, and he begins to slide one of them in as his mouth pays full attention to your clit.

“You like this baby?”

“better than i imagined?”

You feel him smile, “you imagined this huh?”

You nod and he grips you tightly bringing himself closer to you somehow, “good, so have i.”

You shake with pleasure as he slides in two more fingers, his pace never slowing as the lower end of his face ends up covered in your arousal.

your eyes roll back as your moans grow louder, you would be shocked if everyone in the house couldn't hear you right now. 

he pulls his mouth off but his fingers keep going, “you gonna come?” 

you can't form words and he doubts you can even hear him right now so he lets you not answer him slide as he goes back to sucking on your clit until he brings you to a mind blowing orgasm.

he continues to lap at your pussy for a while until he pulls back and stares at you with satisfaction as you lay there out of breath in a daze.

He kisses his way back up to your face where you smile at him before he kisses you again.

he pulls away to pull down his pants rummaging through his pockets before cursing.

“something wrong?”

“I don't have a condom…”

“I'm on the pill.”

he looks worried, “i don't know maybe i could go back down and look for one-”

you sigh and shake your head, “what are you scared of? maybe i should go back down there and look for that guy again so he could finish the jo-”

you're suddenly picked up off the bed and into chad's arms as he stares at you angrily, “i dont think so.”

You wonder if he's going to throw you back down but he doesn't. He readjusted you, lining himself up to your slit moving your body to rub his tip along it causing you to moan.

“nobody can fuck you like i can.”

he slowly begins sliding into you and you place your head into his neck barely believing what's happening.

“you like how strong i am huh?”

he begins to pound into you, his muscles straining and flexing as he lifts you and brings you back down his cock over and over.

he was completely right, nobody has or will ever fuck you the way chad is. he's got just the right amount of length and girth as well as the veins running along it rub against you just right it makes you scream.

His groans moans and huffs right in your ear make your eyes roll back as he keeps his steady pace. 

you grip his forearms tightly which feel like stones under your hands while you moan out for him. 

“fuck you feel so good baby.”

you couldn't respond to him even if you wanted to, the pleasure burning your body and the only word that can come out of your mouth is his name. “chad”

“Who's making you feel this good?” He asked after a particularly harsh thrust. 

“you, Chad, you.”

“thats right, me, fuck; me not that asshole downstairs,” He moves to a nearby wall and presses you against it, if you could you would wonder why he moved but it becomes clear when he manages to hold you up with one arm before moving the other to play with your clit, “me. i, fuck, am.”

He mutters some more curse words as his thrusts become more erratic.

You're seeing stars, his heaving breathing on your neck, his fingers playing with your clit and his warm hand on his body adds to the out of body experience you're having. All the emotions you've had the last week or two catching up to you in a split second.

“I love you.” 

He freezes for a moment, his breath stops, “what?”

You whine and try to move your hips but he stops you, “what did you say?”

“I love you Chad, please move.”

He lets out a couple more shallow breaths before speaking, “I love you too, so much, so so so much.” he thrusts his hips more and more aggressively, his hand leaves you clit and both his hands move to your hips where they hold you stuck to the wall as he pounds into you.

you start crying, whether it be from pleasure or happiness the tears roll down your face as you continue to cry out for him. 

When you tighten around he hisses, “you about to cum baby?”

You nod and he doesn't do anything to stop you, “cum baby, cum for me.”

And you do, you're sure if you weren't being held up you would drop to the floor in pleasure. He follows quickly after using his remaining strength to walk the two of you to drop you onto the bed where he falls on top of you with a breathy laugh. 

The two of you can only stare at each other, he has an affectionate look on his face as he cups your face and runs his thumb against your cheek and you close your eyes.

After a couple more silent moments, “did you mean it?” He asks. You open your eyes and look at him. he has an embarrassed look on his face for someone who just fucked the living shit out of you. 

This was it, the moment you've been dreading, but you needed to admit this. 

“I did, I love you chad.”

He smiles, a big wide grin that covers his whole face as he brings one of his hands to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“I love you too.”

You two laugh as he brings his face down to kiss you. You two smile into the kiss, you want to beat yourself up for not letting this happen sooner.

he pulls away, “so… you like how strong i am huh?.”

you groan and bring your hands to cover your face. “Shut up please.”

“No! now that i know this i will never let it go.”

[idontplaytrack]

Sick

Olivia Benson x college student daughter! reader

Warnings: implied sexual assault, coarse language. your typical SVU case discussion scenes.

Reader becomes an SVU case. Olivia gets the shock of her life seeing you walk into the precinct, teary eyed and bruised all over.

It was two a.m., the smell of the precinct’s cheap coffee hung around the air as the squad was in a heated discussion of their leads for a current case. Everybody was a little annoyed due to the lack of sleep, Liv included. Especially Liv— she was in charge. Fighting the sleep and taking another gulp of the black coffee, her ears perked up when she heard footsteps approaching herself and her squad. Her eyes briefly out of focus due to tiredness but quickly came into focus. She squints, her heart sank to the floor when she realised who it was. It was you. In tears, bruised jaw, bleeding cheek. She rushes over to you, asking you what happened.

She knew you weren’t supposed to be home from college until the day after. So you must’ve came back early. You disclosed the attack to your Mother, who then accompanied you to the hospital for an examination. She sat by your side as you laid on the exam table, feeling more vulnerable and in pain than ever as the doctor began asking you questions, swabbing, poking and prodding you. Each action sent a knife through Liv’s heart— she lets you squeeze her hand to divert away the inescapable pain, your cries made her want to double over and burst into tears, but she stayed strong for you. After a few hours, you were finally back home— the sun was rising, signalling the start of a new day but the adrenaline…it was wearing off and you were hit with exhaustion like a ton of bricks. The squad — Kat and Fin wanted to talk to you but Olivia refused to let them, wanting you to get some sleep first.

Olivia pulled the blinds down then sat in your bed with you, “You wanna get some sleep, honey?”

“Will you stay with me?” You asked meekly.

“Of course, sweet girl. I’ll be right here. Okay? Lay down, close your eyes.” And so you did, snuggling under the covers with Olivia sat in the spot beside you holding your hand.

At noon, Fin came by the apartment with Kat. They needed to talk to you, you knew you needed to tell them everything you know, but you were still feeling like a mess. Your heart still felt like it was racing, you constantly felt like someone was watching you...

They were patient with you, maybe more so than they would any other victim, but you appreciated it nonetheless. You recounted your night, letting them know where you were, who you were with and what you were doing. What you saw, what you heard and even smelt were just as crucial.Your Mom left the room hearing you talk about all that went down, and that was when you spotted a blonde in the doorway consoling her- Rollins.

When they were done with their questions, the promptly left you alone knowing you needed the space and peace. They went back to the precinct and your Mom walks back in with Rollins who came by to see you.

————

"This happened late at night the guy followed her from a bar to the subway. She tried to lose him but he kept following her. She was on her way to the precinct anyway because she knew Liv was working late and wanted to keep her company." Fin began, "Rape kit came back positive for fluids with a match to two cases in other SVUs."

"What bar was she at?" Carisi asks, looking through the file.

"A gay bar."

"Just like in these two cases. The perp did the exact same thing, only this time- they left us DNA.”

Carisi squints, taking a closer look at the information, “Our perp is a woman.”

That evening, Olivia returned to work after you persuaded her to. “We know who it is. The victims on the first two cases refused to testify.”

“One of them responded to us— she wants to testify now. And her case is still within the statute of limitations.” Carisi informs.

“Good, let’s nail this sick bitch.” Olivia declared, “y/n told me she’d testify too if that’s what it takes.”

“Hell yes. Attagirl.” Fin nodded, “We’ll get her, Liv. I promise.”

Olivia scoffs, “Fin- I appreciate it, but don’t speak too soon.”

“We will.”

[oneshotnewbie]

I need more of Rabbit Hole please please please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Authors note: Your wish shall be my command. I hope you like the little twist, I don't know what came over me 😂

Olivia Benson stood in your empty hospital room and let her gaze wander around it. The silence was deafening as she tried to find any clue that could help her find you and bring you back to her. She knew she had no time to waste - you were in far too much danger, and it was her duty as a captain and your friend to save you.

With a determined look, Olivia began to systematically search the room. She opened drawers, checked closets, and inspected every inch of the room, looking for anything that might give her clues to your whereabouts. But the more she searched, the more it became clear to her that this escape couldn't have just happened spontaneously.

There were no signs that you had acted alone. The way you left the hospital without telling her suggested that you must have had help leaving. But who would be interested in supporting you? Who would have a motive to hide you from Olivia, the other team members and investigators?

Olivia sighed in frustration as she asked herself these questions. It was obvious that she needed more information to solve these mysteries. But where should she start? Who could help her shed light on the darkness other than her and Elliot's team?

Suddenly her eyes fell on the pillow, which had something sticking out of its cover and zipper that didn't seem to belong there. Heart pounding, Olivia walked up to it and pulled it out. The finely folded, yellow note was opened and a handwritten message was discovered that immediately caught her eye. Below there was an unknown number.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend,"

A friend? Who could that be? Olivia looked at the message skeptically. There were few people you would consider a friend, and none of them seemed to have a motive to hide you from the police. From her own team. From Olivia. It had to be someone else, someone Olivia didn't know or underestimated.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't limit her search to just the obvious suspects. There was someone out there who helped you go into hiding, and she had to find out who it was in order to take you into custody and protect you on her own.

With a firm resolve in her heart and a hint of anger, she put the note in her pocket and left the hospital room. Her mind was spinning wildly as she wondered who could be behind your escape. But one thing was certain: she would not allow someone for whom she had deep feelings and sought protection to fall into the hands of a violent persecutor once more and the news had given her a new perspective, even though she knew that alone wasn't enough to find out the truth. With quick steps she made her way to her car that would bring her back to the precinct, where she could retreat in her office to think about her next steps.

On the way, she took out her cell phone and dialed her sergeant's number, her long-time partner and friend. He was an experienced detective. He was the best when it came to helping her, and now she needed it more than ever. The phone rang twice before Finn answered.

"Finn, I need you," Olivia said without further ado. "Y/n escaped from the hospital and I believe she got help. Request all the video recordings from the last week, especially the ward where y/n was in and the entrance, and go through them with Kat,“

"Of course, Liv, I'm on my way to speak to her doctors and nursing staff." he answered immediately and Olivia could hear the promise in his voice, but she also knew that Finn knew how serious the situation was regarding of you.

"Keep me updated if you discover anything new. I'm heading back to the precinct." With those words she hung up and continued on her way, her thoughts swirling around the message and the phone number on the note. Who was this "friend" who helped you escape? And why? The answers to these questions would be the key to finding you and protecting you from further harm.

When she reached her office, Olivia closed the door behind her and took a moment to breathe in deeply while collecting her thoughts. Then she sat down at her desk, starting to spread the piece of paper out in front of her and studied the note, hoping to find anything in the handwriting that might help her identify the mysterious friend. There had to be someone close to you, someone who knew how to hide and who had an interest in protecting you.

But the answers seemed to slip through her fingers. She couldn't make a connection between you and any suspect who would have had a motive to hide you. It was frustrating and discouraging, but Olivia didn't let it stop her.

As her thoughts wandered, her eyes fell on a photo that was on her desk. It was a picture of you and her, taken at the brunettes police graduation a few months prior. Olivia stared at the picture and a thoughts flashed through her mind.

"No this can not be." She whispered, but the thought didn't leave her. It was unlikely, but not impossible. What if you were helped to escape because you knew someone who was a police officer or another detective? Someone who had access to sensitive information and various ways to disappear?

Olivia shook her head to dispel the ridiculous idea. It couldn't be someone from her own ranks. But the thought wouldn't let her go. She had to find out if there was a connection between you and a police officer. If there was probably even someone on the hospital video footage. It was a risky hypothesis, but she felt like she was on the right track.

With a sigh, she stood up and prepared to continue her search for answers, walking back outside to task Amanda with tracking the number on the piece of paper and your phone, finding out who it belonged to and where you were. Olivia wouldn't rest until you were back with her, and she wouldn't let anyone stop her. It was a vow of revenge, and she would keep it, no matter the cost.

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You stumbled through the crowded city streets, your heart pounding wildly in your chest while every step was accompanied by a sharp pain that emanated from your side, where the deep but already stitched wound had become infected after the procedure. You were breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion and pain. Your steps were hurried and uncoordinated as you tried to orient yourself and find a safe place. The people of the city whirled past you, the sound of the crowd ringing in your ears. But despite the hustle and bustle around you, you felt lonely, lost and afraid.

With every step you took, the fear inside you grew. You were alone, hurt, and on the run from a man who would stop at nothing to find you. Every movement and push made you flinch as you tried to hide from your ex-husband's eyes.

The streets of Manhattan were a maze of alleys and deserted squares, and you felt like a rat in a trap. You didn't know where to go. Your head was spinning with fear and panic, and you forced yourself to stay calm even though your mind was wandering.

Suddenly a thought flashed into your mind - the note with the number that a nurse at the hospital had passed to you from someone who could help you. With shaking hands, you fumbled for your gym bag and searched for your cell phone, which you had turned off to avoid being located.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend," you went over the sentence you had memorized for the hundred time this week. A friend. The words seemed like a last ray of hope in the darkness, a spark of hope in the midst of despair. You didn't know who this friend was, but you knew you had to trust them if you wanted to survive.

With your heart pounding, you typed in your cell phone password and typed a message to the number. Your fingers trembled and flew over the keys as you made your request, desperate. "I need your help. Where should I go?"

Meanwhile, you had leaned against a wall, away from the world, to take a short break. Heavy and fast footsteps echoed behind you and you turned around in shock, anxiously waiting for an answer. Your heart was beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your ears. But it was just an older man running past without noticing you. You breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear didn't go away. You didn't feel safe.

It didn't take long for an answer to come. A simple instruction, concise and precise. "Come to the old pizzeria at the harbor in an hour. We'll pick you up there. But throw away your cell phone before you come. We can't be found."

You swallowed hard as you read the message. It was a risky move, but you had no choice. You had to trust this person if you wanted to have any chance of not being found by your ex-husband or dying from the infection that was spreading through your body.

With a determined nod, you threw the phone into the nearby restaurant bin and forced your tired and shaky legs to walk towards the harbor, a bone-chilling pain coursing through your body as you tripped over an objext lying around, and you gritted your teeth to keep from screaming. The streets were still crowded and seemed to stretch on forever. You saw a potential danger in every person and fear was on your mind, but you knew that you had no time for doubts now.

With one last desperate look over your shoulder, you placed the hood of your hoodie over your head and continued on your way, willing to pay any price to save yourself. You didn't know what the future would hold, but you knew you would fight until your last breath.

Forty-five minutes later you arrived at the designated location at the harbor, your heart racing with excitement and fear. With shaking hands, you pushed against the heavy doors of the restaurant, which slowly opened with a creaking sound, the metal handle feeling cold in your warm, sweaty hands as your view slid freely onto the inner workings of the pizzeria. Here you should meet the person you know.

A rush of smells greeted you as you slowly stepped over the threshold - the sweet smell of spices, the savory smell of grilled meat and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It smelled of hunger and thirst, of life and movement.

You looked around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the yellowish and strong light as you searched for the familiar figure you were supposed to meet here. But the restaurant was full of strange faces crowding the narrow aisles and sitting at the tables, and you couldn't make out the person you were expecting.

Even the slight forward movement as you fought your way through the maze, searching for a familiar face had unleashed a shockwave of blinding, feverish pain that lanced upward. The source of the fire, on the left, above the hip, under the costal arch. You looked down at yourself for a moment, running your shaky fingers over the area where you could now feel a bulge. The bump under your sweater was covered with a bandage, but you knew you needed enough painkillers and antibiotics as soon as possible. Frantically, you searched for a familiar face, but the more you searched, the more you feared that you were wrong, that no one was here to help you. A trap.

But as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder and you spun around with care, never in a million years could you have thought that you would run into this exact person. A shiver ran down your spine as the realization hit you.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. Alexandra Cabot, the former prosecutor, the person who worked with the SVU for many years before she disappeared herself, was here to help you. It was a surprising revelation that almost took your breath away.

The blonde nodded, her face marked with happiness. She took a step closer to you, her eyes full of compassion. "Yes, yes. It's me," she said softly, her voice firm and soothing, her lips warm and inviting in a smile of relief while your eyes widened in surprise and realization.

You were speechless with astonishment. "We have to act quickly. Come, I will take you to a safe place where you can also be provided with the necessary emergency medicine."

You nodded silently, your throat dry with relief and gratitude. You couldn't believe was here to help you. After all the years she was in hiding and she was considered dead, you never thought you would ever see her again.

“How did you know-” you asked, taking a deep breath, blocking out the pain. You felt her eyes on you as you got into a dark SUV, which got driven by one of her protectors. "It was all over the news. The critical condition of a detective with your photo, that it was your ex-husband's fault, the injuries you sustained as a result. The police tried to keep most of it secret to protect your privacy, but some things were still leaked and I didn't know what else to do.“

You nodded again, a feeling of relief washing over you. You knew the road ahead would be long and difficult while your team did everything possible to find your ex-husband and you could finally return to Olivia. But until then, you were safe by Alex's side and Olivia was safer with you gone.

[they-them-van]

one of the themes of yellowjackets that i haven’t been able to stop thinking about is cycles of violence, which i think we particularly see in two ways: inter-generational trauma, and this idea of violence as a tool of forgiveness.

starting with inter-generational trauma, i love what yj has done with this. there are so many different examples: van’s relationship with her mom, which liv hewson has said impacts the way they play the character (in particular her relationship with tai), and which i think is especially important given that van’s mom was an alcoholic and now we’ve seen this suggestion that van may or may not have some kind of addiction problem herself. tai’s trauma which manifests itself in sleepwalking, which she never fully dealt with, and now has directly passed onto her child - arguably largely because she refuses to face it. shauna’s relationship with callie, the way she’s treated her child as accomplice, distant yet also expecting callie to fill in the role jackie might have had if everything had happened differently; still processing the trauma of her wilderness birth which leaves her unable to be fully present for callie. lottie’s relationship with her parents, natalie’s experience with abuse, there’s so much i could go into with this.

but in particular, i think one of the most interesting ways this manifests is in the way lottie passes her beliefs and practices - shaped by this unspeakable trauma, shaped by her experience in a mental hospital in a foreign country, shaped by the ways she’s failed and how nobody has taken her seriously - onto the members of her “community”. dozens of people living their lives on a foundation lottie has built out of her pain.

and this is also the clearest place we’ve seen lottie express this belief in violence as a way to achieve forgiveness. when she tells lisa to stab natalie, to take her anger out on the cause, just as she offered herself up as a sacrifice to shauna 25 years ago. i certainly agree with others that lottie can be manipulative, but i think in this regard she’s genuine - she believes that she’s found a solution, but she blinds herself to the fact that she’s caught in her own cycle, that intentionally or not the people around her have been caught in this same cycle. misty couldn’t save crystal/kristen, so she lets javi die to save another friend. nat can’t save javi, so she saves lisa at the cost of herself - but misty can’t save natalie this time, and the cycle continues, because the cost of using violence to find forgiveness is that somebody will end up harmed, somebody won’t be able to stop it, and the burden of guilt is simply passed on.

to me this is such a fascinating idea that i’ve never really seen explored before, and on some level i know that it will only get so much worse as more shit goes down and more people can’t be saved. if this is the principle the yellowjackets are living by, they’re all accruing a lot of fucking guilt. and i most certainly see how constantly trying to outrun this guilt, caught in a trap of committing more violence and acquiring more guilt to escape what you’re already carrying, could bury a person.

[buddiebeginz]

I know after everything Rob did in 2015 it makes sense that he'd have to work to build trust again (especially with Aaron) but a lot of the abuse storyline eps in 2016 end up feeling like Chas and Aaron using Rob for help and emotional support and then shoving him away when he dares to hope that they want him around or makes a mistake (like with paying off that kid Ryan).

Like if it wasn't for Rob Aaron probably would have died in that scrapyard from his cutting. Or he could have died when he left the hospital if Rob didn't go looking for him. Or worse he may have taken his life if Rob hadn't been there to listen about Gordon and to push Chas to ask Aaron what was going on.

It was Rob that pushed Aaron to go to the police and who reminded him that his father shouldn't be able to get away with what he did. It was Rob that made sure Aaron knew he had support. Cain was the one initially telling Aaron to just drop the whole case.

Also it was Rob who kept Aaron's secret about his father until he was ready to talk about it. Rob wouldn't even tell Chas he made sure to wait until Aaron told her himself. It was also Chas who told Cain (without Aaron's permission) and then the entire pub even when Aaron told her not to.

And I know this wasn't his smartest or best decision but Rob also paid that kid Ryan to lie about Gordon because he was willing to do anything to help Aaron. Not to mention that fact that Chas kept pressuring Rob to do something to Gordon, making it seem like if he didn't do something drastic he didn't truly care about Aaron. I think not only did Rob want to make sure Gordon was sent down he also wanted to prove himself to both Chas and Aaron and prove how much he loved him even if that mean risking going to jail.

Rob was also the one who found Sandra and Liv (and paid a lot of money to track them down) then took Aaron to go see them. And finding them was vital to Gordon getting found guilty.

Rob also didn't try to pressure Aaron into any kind of relationship he wouldn't even kiss Aaron when Aaron tried to because he knew Aaron wasn't in the right mindset for anything like that then.

I don't know I'm just ranting here cause I love Rob and I'm always protective over him. I will say I love that in 2018 in the reunion Aaron really thanked Rob properly for all he did in 2016 and finally fully told him how much all of his help meant because he often didn't say so when it was happening. And I'm not trying to hate on Aaron I love him too and I know he was in like the worst possible head space in 2016 but it's still frustrating when you're watching these eps in order and you see Rob's hurt little face every time he thinks Aaron's given him an inch and then something happens and he snatches it right back.

[storyofmychoices]

International Day of Women and Girls in Science

Celebrating three of the loveliest ladies: Olivia Hadley, Merida Rhys (@lilyoffandoms), and Casey MacTavish (@jerzwriter)

The interviewer sat down with Olivia, Merida, and Casey in the comfort of the diagnostic office, which the boys had since been required to vacate, despite one Ethan Ramsey grumpily insisting that it was his office and he would do no such thing. But today was not about him or any of the men. Today was about the girls! (As all days truly should be.)

Interviewer: Thank you all for joining me today. It's my pleasure to sit down with not one but three young, successful, and distinguished women of science in medicine. Olivia, you're a pediatrician, and Casey and Merida, you both work as diagnosticians. How did you find your passion for medicine?

Olivia: Well, for me, it started when I was a little girl. I loved diagnosing and caring for my bears and dolls. I took my toy stethoscope everywhere, set on saving the world. Now, it's about wanting to make a positive impact in children's lives. The joy of helping them grow up healthy and happy is truly a gift.

Casey: I've wanted to be a doctor as long as I can remember and was drawn to the diagnostic side of medicine early on. The challenge of solving complex medical cases and uncovering the root cause has been a driving force for me.

Merida: Likewise, the puzzle-solving aspect fascinated me. Being a diagnostician allows us to dive deeper into medical mysteries—be a detective of sorts—it's a constant learning experience.

Interviewer: In the fast-paced world of medicine, how do you manage work-life balance, and do you have any advice for others aspiring to do the same?

Olivia: Two words. Self-care! It's definitely about prioritizing self-care and making time for things that are important to me. I've particularly found yoga helpful and have a therapy yoga group once a week with the children at the hospital. I've been trying to convince these two—*tilts her head toward her two friends*—to join me in some cat and warrior poses, but let's just say, my enthusiasm hasn't quite rubbed off on them.

Merida: You know we love you, Liv, but—

Casey: —yoga gives me more stress.

Olivia: *laughs softly* I'll convert them one day. But seriously, it's important to make time to care for yourself. My advice is to remember that you can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself first.

Casey: The work-life balance is a perpetual juggling act, especially in diagnostics, where cases can be unexpectedly demanding and schedules become unpredictable. Time management and setting realistic expectations are key. It's also important to have a support system, both at work and home and don't be afraid to take a break for a few minutes when you need it. Even a short break can make a difference.  

Merida: In the diagnostic world, there's this constant pursuit of answers to solve the puzzle. To maintain balance, I've learned to compartmentalize. When I'm at work, I'm fully engaged, and when I'm off-duty, I prioritize personal time. My advice is to find what works for you and not feel guilty about taking breaks. Balance is subjective, and it's about finding harmony that aligns with your values and what you need.

Casey: It doesn't hurt to have great friends to fall back on either.

Merida: I can't argue with that!

Olivia: Group hug! *wraps her arms around her friends pulling them in*

The three laugh and tease each other before settling back into the interview!

Interviewer: Edenbrook Hospital is known for its collaborative and supportive environment. How does that dynamic play out in your day-to-day work?

Olivia: Pediatrics often involves collaboration with various specialists to provide comprehensive care. Having a hospital with a culture that encourages teamwork is crucial for our young patients. Sometimes, even the little ones end up with rare and difficult-to-diagnosis illnesses. When that's the case, I'm glad that I have Merida and Casey to reach out to for help. 

Merida: Absolutely. In diagnostics, collaboration is key as well. We consult with each other and different departments to ensure we're considering all angles when tackling a case. We need to make sure we keep an open relationship with all departments so we know they'll be there when we need them. 

Casey: Working in diagnostics, it's really a team effort. Nothing is done solo. We're in it together. It's like having a second, third, or even fourth set of eyes and brains. We share our thoughts and insights, debate until we reach an agreement, and ultimately work together to provide the best care for our patients.

Merida: *laughs* Debate! That's a good word for what occurs between Ramsey and Carrick. But, you're right, at the end of the day, all we do is for the best of our patients. 

Interviewer: Women in science are often underrepresented. How do you navigate this space and inspire the next generation of female medical professionals?

Olivia: Representation matters. By excelling in our respective fields, we hope to show aspiring female doctors that they belong and can thrive in the world of medicine. For me, I want all the little girls I work with to know they are capable of greatness even now when they're so young. 

Merida: It's about breaking stereotypes. We're not just doctors; we're diagnosticians and pediatricians—capable professionals contributing significantly to the medical field. We always look for ways to better ourselves and our field. We work together and support one another.

Casey: Exactly! Collaboration and support are absolutely essential, not just between ourselves and our teams but with younger medical students. Mentorship is crucial. Encouraging young women to pursue careers in science and medicine, providing guidance, and showing them that they can succeed are vital for creating lasting change.

Merida: We were honored to be invited to a local high school last week to speak with some science classes to try to encourage women in the sciences. 

Casey: We've also spoken as guest lecturers at Boston College. It was inspiring to see so many students at the start of their medical journeys.

Olivia: Speaking of starts, I don't think you can ever be too young to be inspired for a future in medicine. I was lucky enough to attend a career day at a local elementary school. It was really cute to see so many potential future doctors running around in their play lab coats! Seriously, I don't know how you two deal with adult patients all day when you could be spending time with little cuties!

Merida: It takes a special person to connect with kids the way you do, Liv. I've seen it firsthand. I think Casey and I are better suited for the medical mysteries of the adult world. Kids need someone with your warmth and patience. You've found your calling, and we've found ours. It's a good balance. The world needs both!

Olivia: Love you! Both of you! I think supporting each other is the best way we can help each other and foster a positive environment for future female doctors and scientists.

Casey: Too often women in the workplace are pitted against one another. Medicine is no exception.

Merida: Overcoming that and moving forward with a mindset of supporting and encouraging each other makes the workplace a better place for all and better for our patients.

Interviewer: Your support of each other is beautiful to witness. You three are not only inspirational doctors but also exemplars of enduring friendship, a bond I'm certain benefits all who walk in the doors of Edenbrook.

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Aug-2024)

The below were recommended on Twitter during August 2024.

Front Page News (2017) 29.6K words, lullabelle_moon

Reporter AU. It’s the 1930s and Robert, a small time reporter, wants to break into crime reporting which means trying to get an interview with the infamous Zak Dingle. That path leads him to Aaron who is being used as a scapegoat for a diamond shop robbery with the owner having been shot supposedly by Aaron. During the span of six weeks before Aaron goes on trial, not only is Robert trying to gain support for Aaron through news articles but his attention loses focus from that Zak interview to slowly realizing his heart totally beats for Aaron. Can Robert save Aaron from the noose?

Reunion (2018) 7.5K words, livesybaby

Reunion 2.0 alternative. If you take the events before Valentine’s Day to the day of their reunion and jiggle them around a bit with a callback of Liv’s involvement in getting the idiots back together in 2016, you get this new lovely take involving Operation: Get the pillock back home. Doc pointless being dull as ever makes it all the better 😜.

Reclaim Me! Make Me Yours Again! (2017) 27.3K words, DingleLovesSugdenAlways

Alternative early hell year. In this version, Aaron is still being beaten and taking spice but with more horrors. When a beaten Aaron is hospitalized, Robert has the lawyer work his magic to get Aaron out of prison right away but on tag. What follows is an organic journey of Aaron trying to cope with what he went through in prison both physically and mentally with Robert there every step of the way. There is NO Hippy Henrietta in sight… it’s solely about their journey together!

The Future Starts Slow (2016) 6.4K words, dirtylittlegreasemonkey

It’s Vic’s 22nd birthday and she wants to spend it bowling which Robert hasn’t an interest in. So that leaves her, Adam… and Aaron. Aaron’s going? That changes Robert’s mind right away. Even though he and Aaron are only mates now, he misses him. Well, with having a sister that is rooting from them, a little nudging is needed with the two but will it be enough to push them in the right direction especially when they get stuck on a road?…

A Cold Night in November (2016) 18.1K words, robron_til_the_end

When Liv doesn’t come home as expected, Aaron is ready to call the police until Robert goes out to find her. When Robert does find Liv at the cricket pavilion, she drops the bombshell that she’s pregnant. And from there the story unfolds about the lads accepting her decision about the baby, who the baby’s dad is (and isn’t) and how the situation brings up a traumatic time in Robert’s missing years. It’s all about the little family banding together and growing stronger.

Life As We Knew It (2019) 9.8K words, some_mad_lunge

Enemies to Friends AU. Aaron had been a very close friend of Connor’s for years and then to his husband, Isaac. They even tried to matchmake Aaron (with Robert) but it went wrong big time. Now the couple have died unexpectedly and it’s godparents Aaron and Robert who wind up with custody of their son, Arthur. The dislike is still there but they both are determined to put it aside for the sake of Arthur. Will living together also give them the chance to see each other in a new light to be more just parents to Arthur?

Royal Expectations (2015) 23.4K words, shineistan

Royalty AU. To celebrate Diane’s 60th birthday, the royals throw a birthday party (but for King Jack, it’s also to search for a bride for Robert who has no desire to wed and doesn’t believe in love either). During the party, Robert spots Adam (his sister’s fiancé’s betrothed) with Aaron, and is intrigued right away. What follows are the up and downs or Robert and Aaron with a large dose of Jack using blackmail to get his way (and Aaron away from Robert in the process). Rest assured, Jack gets what’s coming to him in the end…

Be My Forever (2016) 7.0K words, thesalmondean

When Aaron returns from a meeting in Hotten Adam forgot to cancel, he comes across blood at the scrapyard where Robert had been scrapping a car (yes, manual labor shocking). Having left his mobile behind, he learns Robert is at hospital but when he gets there, he is erroneously informed Robert died! Harming himself believing he’s lost Robert, Aaron is shaken when Robert turns up alive and well. Back home at the pub, they talk and reconnect. “But I can promise you I’ll never leave you willingly.” - how true that line became in the end 😢.

[judgementdaysunshine]

If you’re still writing would you be willing to do something with becky x female reader, where the reader actually gets injured in a stunt gone wrong? How would becky launch into overprotective mode

Hold my hand

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem reader

Description: Becky is by your side after a stunt in your match goes horribly wrong leading to you being injured

So far your match with Liv has been going well with you having the upper hand almost right off the bat especially with the pent up anger you had against her for what she been doing to you and especially Becky since you and her had been together for the past two years and you had enough of it. Becky was backstage watching your match with liv and was feeling proud as she watched you give liv hell and back even giving her a powerbomb on the steel steps halfway through the match before hell broke loose when you went to give liv a frog splash only for liv to jump up and drop kick you that made you fall off the top rope and land on the step at an awkward angle, your scream echoed from the pain as she ran out and practically hit liv like a freight train and swinging wildly before running to you and holding your hand as you got up crying in pain holding your waist leading to her carrying you backstage where you were looked over and not only did you crack two of your ribs from the way you landed on the step but due to your head was jerked back by liv's drop kick then landed on the floor you also ended up with a concussion leading to you being rushed to the ER for a proper examination which turned out that you did have two cracked ribs and a concussion but also had a muscle in your shoulder pulled leading to the next two hours in the hospital feeling relieved when becky can and got you since she had to stay to the arena for her match. Becky took you back to your hotel room and helped you shower and change before changing herself and ordering room service for dinner as she put ice on your bruised waist and a lidocaine patch on her aching shoulder, "Thank you baby..." she gently caressed your face as you slowly ate before you carefully laid down completely exhausted after everything over the past four and a half hours from the match, to everything at the hospital, and just showering you were completely exhausted as she caressed your face while you winced in pain before she grabbed and held your hand and whispers to you, "Hold my hand sweet girl" you nodded as she kissed your forehead gently squeezing your hand after tucking you under the covers before laying next to you as you dozed off and fell asleep with her still holding your hand.

[allyouneedisteaandlove]

no one asked but here's what I would do if I could rewrite the Parkers arc on TVD:

starting out Kai would leave after taking Jo's magic. I don't even care where he goes or if his final line in season six is "have a good life, sissy" but my boy would disappear and go run free for a while and leave mystic falls behind. So no second stent in a prison world or being a blood-bag for a bunch of heretics (like y'all wonder why he came back to the wedding swinging).

Listen, do I still want him to become a heretic ??

Yes, 100%.

But we'd need to figure out how to avoid killing Jo and Liv in the process, so we'd be relying on some silly TVD loophole. As coven leader his ass should be able to sever the ties binding them.

(or maybe jo gets given vampire blood at the hospital pre wedding and when he stabs her she wakes up too but as a vampire i don't KNOW and i don't care but we keep the three of them alive end of discussion. the Red Wedding is so deliciously evil of him part of me wants to keep it but maybe we focus on making it about killing their awful dad/the abusive family and leave the siblings out of it).

so yes, Jo would somehow make it through the wedding unscathed, leaving Caroline out of the horrible gemini baby incubator plot line.

Liv and Tyler get back together post wedding gate, and in season 7 they're hopefully enjoying college and making plans for the future. She's still broken up about Luke, obviously, but she's finding ways to heal. He's helping her, she's helping him, they're healthy and adorable and 100% on track for marriage.

In season 7 we'd see Jo and Ric adjusting to pregnancy/parenthood, with the mystic falls gang rallying around them to help.

We'd get an occasional check in on Kai: i want him off being ridiculous on islands and in europe and just vibing being a menace wherever he'd like; maybe the MFG call him for magical advice since he's wicked smart where the witch histories are involved or maybe hes still hung up on bonnie and calling every few months to see if she misses him yet (she'll never admit she does).

In Season 8, the saltzman girls start to get their powers. The gang hasn't heard from Kai in a while, maybe we haven't even seen him in town since he left in season 6. But he shows up unannounced one afternoon on Jo and Ric's porch (they've upped to a family house) asking if he's missed dinner. It's a holiday: my boys got an awful sweater on, a baked good in one hand and a sack of presents for the girls in the other. I'd also like a santa hat with a little bell if it's christmas.

The loophole about Jo saying she'd kill him if he ever came back is that now she's a mom, and the girls are confirmed witches (which makes them official members of the coven) so if he dies they die, and he doesn't think Jo will kill her own kids.

Obviously he's right, so a super weird and uncomfortable "family" dinner ensues. The girls have no idea who he is at first, but they're thrilled to meet a new Uncle. They have questions about their mom growing up, and questions about Kai now and where he lives, and Josie, especially, has questions about what's wrong with them.

Lizzy is nervous around new people, but Josie isn't even the tiniest bit afraid of him. She peppers him with question after question, hardly letting him catch his breath:

If he's a siphon like her, how come he has magic of his own now? Can she ever have that, too? Does letting her magic drain out ever stop hurting? Will she ever be as good a witch as Lizzy? Why were they born like this?

And Kai can't help but fall for her. No one answered his questions when he was a kid, so he takes his time telling her the truth now. He still doesn't know why the spirits did this to them and not their sisters - but there's nothing stopping Josie from being as powerful as she wants to be.

(Except him, of course, but she doesn't need to know that.)

At dinner, Jo and Ric sit at either end of the table, and Kai sits in the middle across from the girls. Lizzy's warmed up to him now and keeps asking him for special tricks. They haven't seen a real witch except for Aunt Bonnie, and having one so close for the evening - let alone someone they're actually related to, is a novelty they can't pass up.

Suddenly Kai flicks his wrist, and the girls freeze in their seats. "They're cuter than I thought they'd be," he admits.

"What did you do to them?" Ric growls, starting to stand. But Kai keeps him in his seat with another wave of his hand, smiling at both of them.

"We need to have a little chat," he tells them, "grown ups only."

"So send them to their rooms," Jo snaps, "we don't use magic on our children-,"

"Oh nice," Kai nods, "good on you for breaking the family traditions. But this will only take a moment, sissy, and they won't remember a thing. Pinky promise."

"Fine," Jo says, "what is it?"

"Simple question," Kai sighs. "I know which one of them is my favorite, but how about you two?"

Jo and Ric can only stare at him.

"You probably like Lizzy best, right?" Kai asks, rolling his eyes at Jo. "But what about you, Ric? Does Josie being a little freak bother you? Or does it not really matter, since you've never been a witch anyway?"

"Kai-," Jo tries to stop him, but he brushes her off.

"Don't pretend you don't have a secret favorite," he says. "You and I both know every parent does. Now tell me which one it is, and I'll unfreeze them."

"Why would I ever do that?" Jo asks. "I don't HAVE a favorite, I love them both."

"Well," Kai hums. "I suppose I could kill them both, if it's what you want. But between us it only really needs to be one of them. I thought you'd at least want to pick which one you got to keep."

He flicks his wrist, and the girls go back to peppering him with questions. Jo and Ric exchange panicked, horrified glances.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" Kai asks, making sparks dance on his fingers for the girls. "I'm being nice, or did you miss the part where I said you could keep one of them?"

*

Later, after Ric and Jo have had a heated debate on what they should or shouldn't do, Jo takes the girls into the living room where Kai's waiting.

"Oof, bit harsh, sissy," he says, standing, "making one of them watch?"

Jo doesn't say anything, she just stops before him, the girls standing between them.

"Who's it going to be?" He asks, cracking his knuckles.

"I don't know," Jo says, "because I can't decide, and I'm not going to."

Kai tips his head back, groaning. "Come on, that wasn't the deal-,"

"I didn't agree to any deal," she reminds him, keeping a tight grip on each of her daughters. "I love them both, Kai, equally. If you want me to pick Lizzy because she's the easier option, I'm not going to do it. Josie is just as much a witch as any of us, and I'm not going to give up on her just because we might have hard days. I'm their mother, I can't make this choice."

Kai glares at her, knowing where she's headed.

"So if this is really what you want to do, then you look at your nieces right now," she orders, "and pick."

Kai rolls his eyes. This is her big plan?

Fine, easy.

He drops down to his knees before the girls, looking at each of them. Josie shuffles a bit closer, tugging the edge of his sleeve.

"Uncle Kai," she whispers, "did we do something wrong?"

Kai's expression falters. "No," he says, "you - you haven't done anything."

"Then why are you and mommy fighting?" Lizzy asks, tilting her head.

"Because your mom is being difficult," Kai pinches the bridge of his nose, "can you two just be quiet for a minute?"

"Sorry, Uncle Kai," Josie shrinks in on herself, drawing her little hand away from his arm.

He stares at them, and they stare right back at him. It should be easy - but it isn't. Josie has his eyes, his hair, his curse. And Lizzy can't shut up to save her life, she's twitching now with the need to ask him something else.

"You're both so - small," he says, one hand on each of their cheeks. "You're kids," his eyes flick up to where Jo still stands above them, "they're just kids."

"I know," Jo agrees, "so were we."

and just like that, we've got an immortal coven leader and no need to ever do a merge again

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ : ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

m a s t e r l i s t

ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

Sitting down for breakfast by the pool the next morning I know Liv has something on her mind. My guess is a certain Formula One drivers best friend. After we met Max in Belgium, Liv didn't say a lot just that she had a one night stand with him and it was a mistake. Looking at her since we saw Max I know there's more to it.

"What's going on Liv? You can tell me" I ask hoping she'll open up to me.

"Lucía I feel like such a dick, especially seeing Max again. I'm well aware it was a one night stand but he has a girlfriend"

"What! Is he taking the piss!" I can't believe what I'm hearing from Liv.

"He told me on the morning when we were in Belgium that their relationship is very on and off but he's with her at the minute. He got back with her about a week before Tomorrowland"

"And he still decided to sleep with you? The utter disrespect on him is appalling. Not only has he treated you like shit but he's cheated on his girlfriend. Have you said anything to him?" I ask wondering if Liv has spoken to Max at all.

"We have messaged a little bit and I know it's wrong because of his girlfriend but I am attracted to him. The best thing for me to do is keep away from him this weekend"

"Liv I'm sorry, I told Lando they were welcome to come over any day. I can ask him not to bring Max if you would rather" I say knowing Lando will turn up at our villa at some point. "What are you going to do about Max? You can't avoid him forever"

"Honestly? I have no idea. I'll work that out when I have to. I'm going to get ready, I'll see you back here when we're ready to go" as I watch Liv go back inside I wonder if Lando knows about what happened with Max and Liv. I feel like I need to tell him but I also feel like I need to keep out of it.

As we arrive at the track the atmosphere is electric, I don't know if it's the buzz of the Miami heat but everyone is in such a good mood. Getting ourselves settled in the paddock until the race starts I leave my friends to do their own thing, Ryan is taking in everything with Callum and the girls are making the most of the hospitality drinks.

"Morning Chels" I say spotting my dad's PR manager as I wander the paddock with nothing in particular planned, I just like to walk around and people watch.

"Morning, your dad told me about you and a certain boy. He asked me to try and keep your name out of the press if any of the rumours mention you"

"He's done that? He doesn't know the full extent of what is going on, all he knows is that we're seeing how things go"

"You're his daughter Lucía, he doesn't want anyone talking bad about you and let's be honest your dad doesn't need to know about your extra curricular activities. There are just some things a dad doesn't need to know" the thought of my dad knowing exactly what I get up makes me want to hide away in embarrassment.

"Thanks Chels. Can you let me know if you see anything about me? I just want to know what is out there" I probably shouldn't read into what could be said about me if there is anything however from what I've seen about my dad in the past, it provides a source of entertainment if nothing else. Thankfully Chelsea is on my side and agrees to send me anything she comes across or is approached about. I continue my walk through the paddock, cocktail in hand when I see Max. Lando isn't with him but I want nothing more than to give him a piece of my mind.

"So I've been told by a very good source that a certain number 4 is wanting to win the race for you today" Max says as he walks up to me and I can't hold back.

"I don't know how you dare! You disgust me Max. You might be okay hurting your girlfriend but I'm not standing by and watching you hurt my best friend!"

"What are you talking about? I might have to tell Lando you're batshit crazy"

"I'm talking about you sleeping with my best friend then telling her you got back with your girlfriend the week before! It's vile behaviour. You don't deserve an ounce of her time" the more I speak to Max the more angry I get "you fucking disgust me"

"Whoa is everything okay?" Hearing Lando's voice is the last thing I want right now, he doesn't need to be involved in this before a race.

"It'll be fine as long as he stays away from Liv. By the way Dickhead, I told him to win the race for himself not for me" Walking away from Max I feel Lando follow me and pull me into the McLaren hospitality area. I don't argue I just follow behind until we're in his drivers room "I'm sorry you didn't need that here of all places"

"What happened Lu?" Lando asks brushing my hair from my face.

"Max slept with Liv in Belgium then told her the next morning he has a girlfriend. Lando I have no issue with people having sex and doing what they want but I don't agree with it when someone is in a relationship"

"He told me he ended it with Becca, I swear I didn't know Lu" as Lando moves to sit down he pulls me with him, holding me on his knee his head resting on my shoulder.

"Lando I'm not blaming you. We were in bed when it happened neither of us were to know but I suppose we can't make their decisions for them" resting my head back on Lando's shoulder I relax in his arms.

"You just went full Manchester on Max there, I can't lie it was sexy as fuck seeing you angry" feeling Lando's lips on my neck I can tell where this is heading, unfortunately we don't have the time.

"Lando we can't, not now. You have to be in your car in five minutes" turning my head to look at Lando I run my fingers through his curls kissing him "When you've won this race come and find me later so I can congratulate you" standing up I know I need to pull myself away before we get carried away "Good luck Lando"

Sneaking out of Lando's room, I head back to Aston Martin to wish my dad good luck before finding a seat on the hospitality balcony. Usually I would watch from in the garage but this weekend there's too many of us to all fit so I've given my space up for Ryan and Callum. I don't mind, I can come to a race any time and sometimes I'd rather sit with my girls and teach them the ways of Formula One.

I know Liv and Danielle have no interest in racing, they're here for me however I know Millie is trying to understand the sport more. As the race goes on I try to explain as much as I can over the noise of the cars around us. It's nice having more of my friends interested in racing and being able to talk about what's happening in races.

Watching as Lando leads the race I can't stop my leg bouncing up and down with nerves. He has every chance to win this race and I want nothing more than to see him get his first win. Since he took the lead he's been building the gap between Verstappen and himself, even boxing under the safety car hasn't compromised his race. As the last lap starts I feel sick, this is what it comes down to.

"Lucía it's okay he's winning this" Millie says to me over the increasing noise of the crowd. My dad has had a good race but this time my focus is on Lando.

"He deserves this so much Mil. I'm gutted I can't celebrate at the podium with him" listening to the commentary around the track I'm on my feet as Lando takes the last corner and flies over the finish line "ahhh get in Lando! I'm fucking buzzing!" Hugging Millie I can't take the smile off my face, my emotions are all over the place "he's a fucking race winner Mil!"

"Yes Lando!" As the girls and I celebrate together I'm hoping no one realises who I am. I hope people around us just think we're four British girls celebrating a British win.

"He's fucking done it Mil" all I want is to run to Lando as I watch the podium celebrations but I know I can't. I watch from my place on the balcony unable to take the grin off my face. As I make my way back through the paddock I turn when I hear my name from that all too familiar voice.

"Lucía! I'm a race winner baby!" Lando comes barrelling towards me his arms going around my waist and I'm lifted off my feet as he spins me around. My arms go around his neck matching the grin on his face.

"Congratulations Lando. I'm so happy for you" standing the way we are in the paddock feels incredibly intimate for being public but right now I don't care. If Lando wants my time he can have it.

"I really want to kiss you right now"

"So kiss me. I won't stop you" the words barely leave my lips before Lando's lips are on mine. The cameras and the people around us don't matter to me. My parents know something is going on and they won't find out through the media, that's all that matters to me. The kiss is intense and I can tell Lando is pouring all of his emotions into the kiss "go and celebrate with your team and call your family. I'll see you later" kissing Lando once more I peel myself away from him wanting to stay with him but I know he has media to do before he's free to fully celebrate. Letting Lando go no one can take the smile off my face.

[bwibwiko]

˗ˏˋ Yandere/Dark fic recs ˎˊ˗

WARNING: minors do not interact!

note: random fandoms, mostly reader/SI/OC stories. 

“ao3″

➸ Rotten seeds by cyanspade

Fandom: FE:3H Pairing: Dimitri/F!Byleth

Consumed by grief over Dimitri’s miserable end at Gronder Field, Byleth musters the last of her power to go back in time to his childhood and prevent the tragedies that befall him all throughout his life.  Unbeknownst to her, Dimitri still has a darkness innate to him—only this time, he’s hell-bent on making his beloved tutor Byleth his and his alone.

➸ At the End of the World  by cyanspade

Fandom: FE:3H Pairing: Dimitri/F!Byleth

After defecting from the Empire, Byleth finds her way to Dimitri’s war council, and later on, his bed. She discovers she’s pregnant with Dimitri’s baby and takes a page from the Jeralt Eisner playbook—she fakes her death and runs away to protect the baby from the threats posed by every side in the war.   Years later, Dimitri finds them.

➸ Defiant by Lovernia

Fandom: MHA/BNHA Pairing: Aizawa/OC

Kai never fit the idea of how an omega should be - being meek, adorable, and domestic weeded out by those who would readily take advantage of it. How surprising that she’d grown up rude, tenacious, and unbound.  Despite her secondary gender being her one true burden, the source of her lack of choices, the warden of her internal prison, she couldn’t complain about how life turned out for her. She was employed as an express delivery girl, using her Quirk to rival anyone in their line of work, alongside her best friend and under a supervisor who didn’t seem to be fed up with her antics yet.

➸ Birds of a Feather by Elielephant

Fandom: MHA/BNHA Pairing: Keigo/OC

She was just the typical run-of-the-mill gal that was down on her luck. Though, her life takes a drastic turn when she was almost flattened like a pancake by a semi truck barreling from the sky and saved by the Nation’s No.2 Hero: Hawks. Now she is riddled with misfortune and it’s driving her clearly insane until she figures out who is causing all the pain. Then she is terrified for her life.

➸ Wish by Chickeninthebathtub

Fandom: MHA/BNHA Pairing: Various/OC

In which the reader has a quirk that allows her to grant everyone's wishes, and izuku takes advantage of that fact.

➸  everything's the same (definition of insane) by  Neleothesze

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Obito/OC

"Something went wrong when transferring Hotaru's neural impulses into the newest iMind.Mind mapping technology had advanced by leaps and bounds and, yielding to her grandkids' pleas, sixty-four year old Kita Hotaru had finally signed the documents and set a date for the procedure. On the morning of the 2nd of June, in a small hospital bed, the anesthetic lulled mrs Kita to sleep. The wakeup was far more painful and sudden, a tiny body dropping in the middle of a dirt road. "Reality isn't a creation of the mind. And yet here she is, sixty-four going on ten, forever young in a world where the young are the first to die.

➸  An Accomplice to Sin by CarnaReade

Fandom: Hellsing Pairing: Alucard/Reader

What would you do if a monster decides you are the perfect accomplice to uplift his boredom?

➸ Star-Crossed Obsession by Yanderes_and_Other_Poor_Life_Choices

Fandom: Hellsing Pairing: Alucard/Reader

All magic comes with consequences, and you, a time-travelling witch who accidentally rewrote history while trying to complete a university assignment, will learn that.

➸ the devil’s addiction by ULS

Fandom: Demon Slayer Pairing: Muzan/Reader 

The world you walk on is damned. Not to mention when the moon rises, demons come out. It’s Hell. These creatures out of nowhere hunt for humans, especially rare bloods like yourself. As an acquaintance of suffering, you grow dreaded over their existence, spending your entire life hiding, avoiding them every time the sun disappears from the sky. And during those days of lying low, you tried to save a stranger from being eaten by a demon, and after that, everything changed. Despite trying to live a quiet life, it led you to a point from saving someone’s life to encountering a young demon with strange letters engraved to one of his eye. A diligent child following orders from his master, who later on is intrigued by your existence. Little did you know, that so-called master, is the progenitor of demons himself.

➸ Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing by lakeffect

Fandom: JJBA Pairing: Giorno/Reader

Don Giovanna sets his sights on a beloved local school teacher.

➸ Dio Brando Wants a Quiet Life by spaceliquid

Fandom: JJBA Pairing: Dio/F!Jonathan  

 All Dio Brando wanted was the world, but he would settle for a quiet life with Joanna Joestar and their son. Maybe.

“quotev”

➸ the martyrdom of a final girl by MAI

Fandom: none Pairing: various!yandere/reader 

Halloween night you're transported into a cult classic slasher film, but unfortunately you can't seem to recall the plot. Your only leverage is that everyone sees you as the dumb best friend to the golden final girl.

➸ steel on glass by dior

Fandom: none Pairing: figure skater!yandere/reader  

You're a world-class classical pianist, and you've been given the task of composing an original piece for the greatest figure skater to ever grace the history of the sport. He's everything the world adores, but the only adoration he seeks is yours.

➸ broken sun by dior

Fandom: none Pairing: various!cyberpunk/reader  

Under the artificial sky of Saturn, you meet the creation of the century. He is the catalyst of annihilation, and you are the legacy of chaos theory, the butterfly effect personified.

➸ Lady Out of Time by fate

Fandom: none Pairing: yandere/time-traveller!reader   

Genius, billionaire, and unbearably bored. As the CEO of L/n Industries, you didn’t think you'd have time to be bored, yet here you are, on a forced vacation because “overworking kills”. A week into your exile, you saw a shooting star and wished for the adventure of a lifetime as a break from your exhausting routine. Unbeknownst to you, a man from nearly 200 years ago had also made a wish on that exact same star. You got your adventure alright, but how will society react to a woman out of time?

➸ No by Goddess Death

Fandom: none Pairing: mafia!yandere/reader

No. The word is simple, yet powerful. In case of love, in case of rejection, some can accept the ‘no’ word. Unfortunately, some don't. They can't. They won't. That's when hell breaks loose. Human turns to monster. Life gets ruined.

➸ Cutthroat by RainbowsNSmiles

Fandom: none Pairing: mafia!yandere/reader

“I can’t help it.”

more to come...

[riptideripley]

Chapter Six of: Addicted.

word count: 1,104

TW/// mention of abortion if you squint

Liv gathered all of Andrade’s things, putting them inside of his car. Meanwhile, Dom was untying him inside the house.

“Listen, you tell no one about this? You hear me? Absolutely no fucking one. I’ll see you on monday.” He spoke as he shoved Andrade out of the door, Liv scooting beside him.

Present day.

No ones POV

Andrade had arrived at the arena, heading to his dressing room to get ready and prepared for his match. As he was getting ready, his phone went off.

Charlotte🩵:

Hey Andrade, we need to talk. ASAP.

His heart sank. The fuck does she mean they need to talk?? Just then, production came and told him it was time for his match. He tossed his phone on the couch and sighed, getting some final stretches in before heading out the door.

Fast Forward.

Raw had just ended and everyone was leaving, except for Rhea. After what she said about Becky’s daughter Roux, Seth immediately went to find her so they could talk. The conversation was long and dreadful, but she understood him and quickly apologized.

Once the conversation was over, she walked to her car. Quickly stopping in her tracks to see a very upset Charlotte who seemed to be yelling at..Andrade. Rhea scrammed to her car, not wanting to be seen by them especially after what has happened these last couple of days.

Guess she wasn’t sneaky and quick enough, her eyes widening at a knock on her driver window.

. . .

“HEY HEY GET OFF OF M-” Rhea’s words were cut short when she felt her head get smashed into the side of her truck. She hissed as she grabbed her head, the stinging and painful feeling washing over her.

“The next time you drag Andrade into your bullshit relationship with Dom I swear to fucking god I wi-” Her words stopped, feeling Andrade grab her waist and pull her away from Rhea. She just sat there and processed everything that happened, stumbling to her feet and getting back inside her truck. She needed to get home to Dom and fast.

. . .

Roman sat at the edge of his bed, sighing to himself as he unwinded for the day. He had been in the gym and preparing for Friday along with media events he had to do. He glanced at his phone as he heard it ring, seeing Rhea pop up.

“Hello?”

“Ro- shit. Hey, can you come over?”

There was a pause.

“Unless you’re busy or something I..I don’t wanna bother you-”

“It’s fine, give me about 15 minutes.”

15 minutes go by.

There’s a knock at her front door, slowly standing up to go answer it. When the door opened, Roman could sense something was wrong.

“Hey Rips you alright?” he asked, stepping inside her home. She attempted to shake her head but could only wince in pain, almost falling over. “Got into a fight with Charlotte, that’s all” she finally got out after standing there for what felt like 5 minutes.

“Charlotte? Rhea-” he rushed to her side as she fell, feeling overwhelmingly dizzy. Roman lifted her up into his arms and walked to his car, making sure to grab her phone on the way out.

The Hospital.

Roman sat in the chair, tapping his foot anxiously. Suddenly he heard all of the judgment day rush in.

“WHERE IS SHE?” Dominik yelled out, his eyes stopping on Roman. “Hey man relax alright? She’s with the doctors and they haven’t said anything yet” Roman reassured Dom as he sat down next to him, worry and regret washing over him. Could this have been his fault?

A familiar woman walked out, searching for Roman. He gave her a soft smile as she walked over to him, “Roman correct?” “Yes ma’am. This is her boyfriend and her brothers” he responded, gesturing between Dom and the rest of the group. The woman nodded, flipping through her clipboard.

“She has a severe concussion that’ll keep her out of action for.. about 4 to 5 days.” She informed them, glancing between the entire group. Dom was the first to stand up and ask if he could see her, walking to her room once the doctor agreed.

Rhea sat up at the sound of the door opening, relaxing once she seen it was Dom.

“Hey mami..you feeling alright?” he asked softly, sitting down in the chair next to her bed. “Yeah I’m feeling a little better..”

“Rhea what happened?”

“..I got into a fight with Charlotte over this whole shit with Andrade.” she confessed, slightly sitting up.

Dom sighed as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, “I’m sorry Rhea..for dragging you into all of that. I-I could’ve handled things better with my reaction but I didn’t..” he apologized as tears formed in his eyes. Rhea wanted to believe it was genuine but she couldn’t really tell.

“Dom..why were you with Liv? I mean you know what happened between us so it just seems a little weird and-”

“Rhea. I know where your mind is going and I understand that but just please..don’t think the worst.” he reassured her as he gently caressed the back of her hand.

Rhea sighed and relaxed at her words, getting comfortable in the bed. “So when can I go home? I miss the dogs” she said with a soft pout making Dom smile.

“Doctor said you can go home today” she looked up to see Damian with a bag of medicine in his hand, smiling.

“Hey Iyo” Rhea spoke as she looked behind Damian, seeing Iyo behind him. She waved back in response with a smile.

Timeskip.

“Rhea you have to take it easy ok? I know how much you want to get up and go but you can’t. Now are you all locked and ready for the flight to New York?” Dom asked her as he continued packing his bags, glancing over at her.

“Yeah yeah..I’m all packed. Hey, what happened to Iyo and the baby?” “Oh well she decided to do what’s best for her and mania”

Rhea nodded and sat back against the headboard, scrolling on her phone. She glanced over at Dom, “Does Roman and his annoying cousin have the same show as us babe” Rhea asked as she checked her schedule.

“Oh shit he does I forgot- Well hello Luna” Dom spoke with a chuckle as Luna crawled up onto his lap. Rhea smiled as Barry jumped up into the bed with her, sensing she was hurt and being gentle.

“Guess we’ll see them there then.”

[thebiscuiteternal]

I posted ancient fanart, now time for an ancient fic. I wrote this one in... hell, I'm not even sure. Before 2008 at least.

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, internal ableism, the constant feeling of the sword hanging over your head

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He'd always heard that the closer you were shoved to death, the sharper everything in that moment seemed, but he'd never really put any stock in it. But now, as he stared vacantly up at the ceiling of the hospital room, he was rethinking that disbelief.

The heat of the explosion shockwave, the wood and glass burrowing into his back as he hit the window, the sense of knowing he was going to die as he hit the ground and felt bone snap and muscle tear in a blinding flash of agony.

A sudden sharp twinge of pain between his shoulderblades made him want so badly to roll over onto his side, but the casts and bars around and through almost all of his body were having none of it.

He hadn't seen anyone but doctors and nurses since he'd woken up six hours previous, and, to his annoyance, they had no interest in telling him a damn thing other than it had been almost a month since he'd been brought in. It wasn't a bad thing for him to want to know how serious the damage was, especially since-

-no, he wasn't going to think about that. Or so he told himself. Despite his efforts at forcing down the voices that brushed his semi-conscious memories, they insisted on being heard again.

He's as good as dead. Just leave him.

Iscariot didn't believe in no man left behind. He'd known that since the day he took his vows to join the order. But still, the memory made something in his chest constrict, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he struggled to keep his breathing even. The slower and more shallow, the less it hurt. Morphine could only do so much.

He'd just recovered control of his nerves when the click of the door opening made him glance over, expecting another nurse, and he blinked in surprise when Father Renaldo poked his head in. "Ah, you're still awake. They finally told me it was alright to come in. How are you feeling?"

Only the knowledge that it would cause unimaginable pain kept him from snorting at the obviousness of the question. "Have they given you any details?" he finally managed, voice more hollow and weak than he would have liked. And the uncomfortable fidget the older man made was a sign that he would like the answer even less.

"Well… it's quite the laundry list, my boy. Concussion, broken collarbone, four broken ribs… Right elbow's cracked, left forearm's broken. Various bruises and contusions, left leg broken in three places…"

There was something else, and they both knew he was skirting. "Anything more?"

Renaldo took a deep breath, and a wash of fear went through him. "I'm sorry, Enrico," the man mumbled, then quietly left.

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Shattered vertebrae and a severed spinal cord. He stared silently as the doctor finally gave him the truth that Renaldo hadn't been able to bring himself to say.

"Meaning-?" he couldn't help asking after swallowing back the sudden dry feeling in his mouth.

"There are therapy options, of course, and we could try surgery if you wish, but it's very likely that you won't be able to use your legs for the rest of your life."

He felt his stomach drop as the doctor got up from his seat and left, and he suddenly wanted to throw up.

Paralysis.

God, was there ever any more obvious death sentence? Biting his lip and covering his eyes with his good hand, he tried to pretend he couldn't hear the familiar, if muffled, voices outside his door.

"Have you gone soft? He's a liability now, we can't keep him. Especially not in that position."

"I know that, Alex, but we have no choice at the moment. No one was expecting this, and we don't have anyone trained enough to replace him."

Now he really was going to throw up.

---

Everyone knew their days were numbered when they went into the order. After all, there was no such thing as demotion or resignation in Iscariot. You either lived, died, or someone else chose which one for you. And now the choice was up to everyone else and how long he was useful.

A painfully sobering thought when he'd spent the majority of his life trying to wrest control of it away from others.

Sighing, Enrico opened one of the many folders he'd been brought and started on yet another sheaf of paperwork.

When he thought about it, really, he probably had a few months at the most. For all Renaldo had talked about training, making assignments and filling out forms wasn't that hard.

He'd probably be dead within the year, and someone else would be doing this.

That didn't mean he had to give them additional reason to kill him sooner, though. Despite the protests of the therapists and his own body, he was getting to a point that he could be mostly self-sufficient. With any luck, he wouldn't have to ask for any special modifications at all, although making do would be considerably difficult.

Just the thought of having to sleep in his old bed alone made his spine –what he could feel of it- ache, and he inwardly swore about the common habit of higher beds before turning his attention back to the papers in his lap.

Right, time to stop thinking too much. Back to work.

As he was working on the last authorization notice –and trying desperately not to fall asleep in the middle of it- he glanced up as voices started up –as usual- outside the door. But this time, the conversation was a little more interesting than talk of medications.

“Well, Father, it looks like he’ll be ready to leave today. I have to admit, he’s been quite the surprise. It’s not often we get someone so gung-ho about therapy so soon after their accident.”

“He’s always been headstrong.”

He inwardly bristled at the tone and bit his tongue to keep from muttering something particularly insulting about Anderson’s heritage. Or at least more insulting than what people said about his own. Whether the man heard it or not, it wouldn’t exactly go far towards his inner resolution to earn temporary respite from his execution through good behavior.

Forcing himself to keep quiet, he went back to work, and was finishing the last page when the man came in.

“Ready to go?”

“Sure,” he replied, matching the lack of emotion as he closed the folder and put it on the stack, then swatted off the cursory attempt to help him as he wrestled himself into the wheelchair. It hurt, and he was exhausted by the effort, but he reminded himself that the less he asked for help, the less nuisance he’d be.

And was that the barest hint of approval he saw on his former mentor’s face?

Probably his imagination, but it made him feel better nonetheless.

---

“Are the itineraries ready, sir?”

“There aren’t any.”

Renaldo glanced up, a slight note of surprise in his expression. “Might I ask why?”

“Because they’re useless,” Enrico replied, tone a little more exasperated than the carefully cultivated vacancy that had been in place over the last months. “I can give them all the directions I want, and the papers will have been thrown away before they even leave the building. It’s less a waste of my time just to point them in the right direction, let them do what they please, and just clean up the mess afterwards, considering it seems that’s all I spend my time doing anyway.”

He briefly regretted the brief outburst when the man arched an eyebrow at him, but the only response was a slight pat to the shoulder. “I understand, sir. Do you want me to handle the debriefing today?”

“No… I’ll do it.”

So he’d said, but as he pushed himself down the hall, he felt physically and emotionally drained.

While forcing himself to stop thinking –as much as he could, anyway- about when the proverbial axe would fall had helped, other worries and realizations had risen up to take its place.

Enrico spent more time these days than he would have liked remembering the man he’d taken this position from in the traditional way. How he’d been smiling as he bled to death.

Was it because the old man had finally been burned out by the same lessons that were being learned now?

Like the fact that Iscariot neither needed, nor wanted a leader, just someone to handle the fallout.

Or the fact that agents only behaved once you’d broken down and did things their way.

He wished his mind hadn’t gone that route, because then it followed that line of thinking to Anderson. The man had been considerably less of a stubborn ass since he’d gotten out of the hospital.

Since he’d stopped trying to take control.

He couldn’t help a bitter little chuckle, but didn’t want to keep going on that train of thought. Shaking his head a little, he forced himself to continue on his way down the hall.

---

His nerves prickled just before he felt the blade at his throat, and he barely lifted his head. “I’m assuming you’ve found a replacement.”

They both knew it wasn’t a question, but an answer –question- came anyway in the form of a small nick of pain and Anderson’s familiar rumble. “You knew this was coming?”

Despite himself, Enrico laughed, the sound hollow in his own ears. “Don't act so surprised. I’ve known since you told the other agents to leave me behind at the church, so I suppose it’s fitting that they picked you to finish the job.”

There was a huff from behind him, and the blade vanished as he looked over his shoulder then turned the chair, unable to keep himself from inwardly being amused at the expression on his caretaker his mentor the other priest's face. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to kill me now that you know I’ve been preparing myself for it?”

“I don’t want to kill you at all.”

“Don’t lie to me now, Father. You were the one who was so eager to get rid of the liability to the organization.”

“It’s because you’re a liability that-“

“What?” he asked when Anderson cut himself off mid-snap and turned away.

As always.

A small spark of anger rose in his chest, and he couldn’t resist throwing the man’s words from months before back at him, goading him. “Have you gone soft? Can’t kill me now that I’m not screaming back at you at every opportunity? Now that I’ve learned to just give in?”

The look that got was mixed irritation and pity and something he couldn’t identify, and the older man crouched in front of him, touching his cheek with the same almost -not quite- affection that had been there when he was small and vanished as he got older. “Is that what you think I’ve been trying to teach you?”

His insides went cold for some reason he couldn’t explain, and he suddenly wished he could squirm away. “Isn’t it? You were always such a pain until I stopped fighting you and always talking about how I had no right to be angry at-“

“I never said you had no right to be angry at your parents,” Anderson chided, leaving him suddenly feeling uneasy and unbalanced and confused as though he were six again. “Anyone who was abandoned as you are would feel angry. I told you that you couldn’t stay angry at the-“

“It’s the same thing!”

There was a small ringing noise as the bayonet hit the floor, and hands squeezed his shoulders. “It’s not. Enrico, I wanted you to learn to grow past your rage. To be something that wouldn’t require it to sustain you.” He pulled away and straightened. “You never should have been in Iscariot in the first place, because you didn’t have the right reasons for it.”

“Then why let me get this far? If you never wanted to let me in this position, or be here at all, why didn’t you just kill me in the trials. It would have been easy for you.”

“Maybe physically.” There was that look again, the one that he wasn’t sure what it meant. “I never enjoy having to kill someone I raised. And I still hoped that one day, you would finally get it. That it wouldn’t come to the point that you would be a danger to the organization.”

“I wasn-“

“You were.” The certainty in Anderson's voice stung. “All that ambition and rage, eventually it would have caused more problems than you were worth. The signs were all there.”

And then the incident. And then he’d been broken. So many ‘and thens’ that set up what he was now, which was apparently what Anderson had wanted to be, even if not for the reasons he’d thought.

He swallowed past the knot that had formed in his throat. “But it doesn’t matter, because you’re going to kill me now anyway. There’s no such thing as resignation, remember?”

“I know.”

But Anderson didn’t pick up the bayonet he'd dropped, and Enrico made a noise of surprised confusion as he was lifted out of the wheelchair instead. “What are you-“

“Hush.”

Startled into silence, he bit his lip, and wondered where they were going as Anderson carried him down the hall.

---

This hadn’t been planned, he reminded himself as he looked about the tiny bedroom apartment, and that fact somewhat impressed him.

In just a few short days, Renaldo had gotten him declared dead with no body or blood to prove it, and his replacement had been instated with no problems at all. In less than that, Heinkel had found this little apartment and arranged for its rent and utilities to be covered before Anderson had even brought him here.

He would be earning them, of course. Renaldo’s mind was still sharp, but his eyes were continually going, and who better to read important documents to him than someone who had experience and nothing better to do?

He wouldn’t be allowed to leave the apartment either, to keep his continued existence hidden, but what reason did he have to?

He could do this, he told himself. A quiet little life was better than no life at all, right? He’d been expecting to have his throat slit and his body to be left for the cleanup crew, so this wasn’t so bad… right?

Pushing himself over to the window, he peered out.

At least the view was nice…

A hand settled at the back of his neck, and he glanced up at Anderson before basking in the reassuring squeeze.

In a twisted sort of way, he’d finally gotten the two things he wanted the most, a family and the approval of his mentor.

He could be content with the way everything else had turned out.

Really.

He just had to keep reminding himself of that when the walls of the apartment seemed far too close.

[happyfanofeverything]

Calling on all non-Black ppl & abled ppl to contribute funds & share this aid request for my dear friends Liv & Webb!

We urgently need money for electricity & water, otherwise Liv may be killed on the streets by cold, life-threatening infections (especially COVID), and police/white supremacist violence.

venmo: Webwil1240

cashapp: $DaunderDogg

paypal: @ORiveraWilson

one link with all their direct paylinks: moneyyy.me/$livi5567

food wishlist on amazon

cleaning supplies wishlist on amazon

gofund.me/bed23894

what to know about this emergency situation:

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Liv & Webb NEED their own secure housing to keep Liv safe from infection, especially covid.

She’s constantly bleeding, with an open stomach wound, has frequent seizures & even heart attacks, & has been only repeatedly abused by hospitals who, for example, coerced & manipulated her into signing a DNR.

Medical abuse & neglect has worsened her condition to unimaginable extents, even though treatment can significantly help her if only they could have enough money.

Webb always watches over her, tends to her body, keeps surfaces sanitized, protects her from abuse, desperately brings her back when she stops breathing.

Her teeth have broken apart and fallen out because she’s always throwing up & doesn’t have enough food to eat.

Liv worked extremely hard to graduate college with a degree in cybersecurity, but this cruel world has forced her to give up on her career dream.

Liv and Webb have been in love together for many years and would do & have done anything and everything for each other.

Webb has been physically disabled by a car crashing into him and by more medical abuse on top of that.

(Months ago, they forced him to walk 12 miles daily to physical therapy in excruciating heat with a fractured neck & back & everything because he didn’t have a working car nor money to get there using rideshare, and if he didn’t show up every day they wouldn’t pay his settlement for the car crash… even though they clearly knew it was only making his condition worse. Deeply evil).

Even in his physical condition, Webb has worked extremely hard to make money for Liv, but employers exploit his labor & cheat him of fair payment for his work because they know he can’t do much to retaliate.

Liv and Webb care wonderfully for their multiple beloved pets with their extremely limited resources, their puppy Blue loves and protects Liv.

Liv & Webb’s families are horrifically abusive and cruel and have left them to die, gloating to them that they’ll throw a party after Liv dies, sending the most horrible abusive messages to Liv.

One abusive family member forces them to pay full rent & utilities for a home that he frequently kicks them out of.

They can’t stay when he’s there - previously, he has brought friends to rape and beat Liv, he has purposely used up all of their living supplies, set the temperature to flip between extremes & blasted loud audio just to torture them, he has poisoned their beloved pets.

It’s extremely dangerous for Liv and Webb to stay outside: even when they have a car, they’re constantly chased away and harassed and threatened by strangers because they’re Black and poor and disabled. They’ve barely been eating anything at all.

Liv and Webb have been crowdfunding online for a long time (years!!) and received immense floods of harassment.

Liv and Webb need community support, money to secure their housing every month, money for their car, money for food and basic hygienic needs.

Liv and Webb are extremely important to me. They show me every day that people with illnesses and disabilities (like me) deserve unconditional love and care and support, that it’s possible for two people to love each other so dedicatedly that they weather & survive insurmountable obstacles & constant hatred from the world around them, no matter what, for years, even as their living conditions permanently alter their bodies and souls.

We need to support Liv & Webb so that they can continue living and caring for each other in this horrible world.

[oddballwriter]

After reading ‘Dad!Evan/tim whose child ends up meeting HABIT/masky’ i kinda want some hc of them being dads, what types of dad they will be? Like you can’t tell that they wouldn’t do the most goofiest things to see their child smile/laugh especially EVAN(😭) and be like ‘I might be heavily traumatized but i will always have time for my child’ and be the type to read their child a bedtime story. I’m going to stop talking so I can sent this request in because I can literally talk about them being dads like I’m having absolute brain rot them😭

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Warnings: Mentions of HABIT and the events of MH. A twinge of angst here and there. 

Author’s Snip: Some how these two feel the most like dad material and their the most traumatized, and one of their traumas comes from getting their dad card revoked in the worst way 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Tim

I can just sense that Tim would be a pretty big shut in after everything, not really having anyone become too close to him out of fear of having everything that happened with Marble Hornets happen again

I said this in the original post that once you are left with him, he thinks about giving you up, and that's because he's scared of having that happen to you. But something in him just isn't strong enough to do that

He would worry about if he's passed what he's got onto you or if you're starting to catch it too but at some point he comes to the head of "If they don't that's great. If they do, that's fine I can help them."

Though he'd rather have it that you don't get operator

He takes up a decent job that lets him work from home so that he can both support and care for you, it also lets him feed into him having become a shut in but that's not the point.

He sets up an extra thing in the bank to have money if you ever want to go to college or even have some money for when you're all grown and want to be doing grown up stuff

He's actually really nurturing as a dad, but in his own way and somewhat doting

I mean, you are the only person who knows him so closely and the only thing that really gives him a spot in normalcy and reality

Obviously you have a very humble and simple up bringing. You have what you need and maybe just a tad bit more

I'm sure that Tim would have actually high tailed it out of any places with forests in the case that that's what the Operator can liv e in, but even then he's probably still a bit hesitant to leave you alone or have you go places by yourself (even when you're older)

It's not in a full on helicopter parent way but still, he's paranoid about things happening to you

This is a bit of a given but Tim would die for you and would make sure that you had a happy life and good upbringing

He didn't have too sunny of a childhood and upbringing, with being in a mental/psychiatric hospital for most of his younger life, so he wants to make sure that you have a good upbringing

He'll always support you and be proud of all your achievements, big and small

Though he will be sad when you start actually being independent because now his baby's all grown and will end up doing their own things, but he's happy since he helped you get there

I feel like with Tim and all that he's been through, he'll just be happy that he managed to get past it, it in a way, for at least you

Evan

This bitch oh my fucking god this man

Okay listen, he's so traumatized, like so fucking traumatized from just everything that has happened

But I know that this man throws that out of the window as soon as he has the opportunity or chance to just raise and have a kid. If he knew that you would be okay the entire time then he's just gonna dad it the hell up

He's so excited to be a dad

But he's still scared

He actually tries to read guides on how to raise a kid just to make sure he does it right, but he mostly just takes the books key points and all that and just does it his way

Evan will always praise you and be proud whenever you do something

He also plays along in a lot of what you do

To say that he's gonna be your first best friend is an understatement

He's still going to discipline you when you things you aren't supposed to and be an actual authority figure

But just because he has to be an authority figure doesn't mean he can't have fun with you and be in on all your shenanigans

Evan will always be scared of Habit getting to you

As much as he'd like to, he can never forget all that Habit has done before to his loved ones

Some nights when you're already asleep he'll be up on the verge of a panic attack because he thought hoe Habit could just pop up and ruin everything

But I think at some point he just gets to a point where he just... stops

He doesn't know when Habit will come or what he might do, but he comes to the realization and thought that he tried. Evan tried his best to raise you and give you all that he could

He had so much fun raising you and he wouldn't trade however much time he may have had with you for the anything

[elliot-olivia]

I don't know how to feel.

which is valid, honestly! i'll admit that was my initial response to the episode but after sitting w it and rewatching/giffing, i actually really love what we got. imo the intentionally misleading advertisement screwed everyone over. like not only did people watch it waiting for something else but now wolfent has a bunch of people who would have been literally over the moon with the scene feeling upset and pissed off etc.. i know i definitely was watching like "wait, what? that's all??" which diminished the moment initially.

like i said though, i love it watching it now. it fits perfectly with where i imagine liv is emotionally re: elliot (especially after the 24x09 admissions) and there are some lines that just, like. make me go fucking feral. i knew that you would try to protect me! you're family! there’s nobody that i trust more to bring my son home in one piece than stabler! and what if things work out! I WANT TO BUT I CAN'T!!!! they both love each other so much and these admissions are out there now, they can't be taken away. it's another step forward in the world's longest slow burn.

tbh my biggest gripe with it now is that it's clearly like, two or three scenes edited together and whoever did the editing didn't do that great of a job. some of the cuts are so awkward and it's clear things are missing but. lmao. what else should we expect when last ep you could literally see the camera crew in the hospital scenes 😭