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Rita Calhoun 50 OTP Q's Pt. 2

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader no major warnings. pt 2 a pretty quick follow up of pt 1 as it's just some hc's and not a full fic lol. Send your req's in here for more fun!

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food? You both have a good balance of both. Rita really enjoys her sweet treats, but she doesn’t go overboard on them. She prefers to order groceries from whole foods while you don’t care where they come from as long as its edible. She does rely on take out a lot, but it’s from healthier places, salads, sandwiches, rice or noodle bowls, acai bowls, salmon or chicken and rice with veggies. You’ve even found her some nights with delivery from restaurants that don’t even offer it and all she’s said is “I know a guy…”. You’re the one more likely to indulge in the greasy pizza, overloaded Chinese food or mcdonalds.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower? Rita’s everything shower is over an hour long every single time. You cannot tell me that woman doesn’t have a like 20 fucking step routine between skincare, haircare, dry brushing, etc. It’s also one of the times during the day that she uses to relax, some candles, a nice soft playlist to help her wind down. You’re the one that sings in the shower, though you only try to do it in the mornings she’s already gone for the day in the hopes to not be overheard.

28. Who is the book worm? Rita, absolutely hands down. She’s *obsessed* with books and on weekend shopping days will ALWAYS be dragging you into bookstores, especially antique or second hand ones. She’s usually got multiple on the go at once, a couple of fiction with different genres, and a couple of non fiction.

29. Who is the better cook? We all know it’s going to be you. It doesn’t matter if you’re not that great. Rita can’t even defrost an Uncrustable properly.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Gonna go with both of you. You don’t care what kind of beach it is, you enjoy the company, feeling the sand in your toes, the water on your feet, best way to end the day. Rita prefers the walking paths/sidewalks down by the beach so she doesn’t have to deal with the sand.

31. Who is more affectionate? Overall, and physically, you. You’re always telling her how much you love her, and are eager to have a hand or arm linked with hers while walking around outside. You’re more likely to be the one stealing a kiss or showing off PDA. It’s in the privacy of your home that Rita goes overboard with her affection. She shows it by physical touch and gifts mainly. Her hands tracing patterns on your legs while they’re strewn over her lap on the couch, she often catches herself watching you with a dreamy smile on her face because of how much she loves you and how much she can’t believe how well you take care of her.

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation? This one’s definitely going to Rita. She can talk for hours on end about those deep philosophical conversations that go on far too late into the night. She always enjoys expanding her mind and self educating herself on various topics and loves spending time looking things up and debating back and fourth with friends.

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt? Hear me out, this was Rita and Rafael in their Harvard days. I’ll let you decide who’s wearing which one lol.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt? You’re definitely wearing the lost one, Rita’s the much more sober and collected one, gently guiding you to the car at the end of the night.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? Rita. She never means to, you’ve likely set limits for prices of presents and she almost always accidentally exceeds it. She never cared much for holidays, thinking they were overrated and never bothered to decorate her home or office when she was single and working all the time. But there’s something about seeing the way your eyes sparkle in the Christmas lights that she has a team fully decking out the entire apartment every single year because she knows you love it. (she does always make sure they leave the tree bare as that’s been made into a tradition the two of you do together.)

36. Who is the social media addict? You. Rita is not chronically online. The apps on her phone are much more likely to be various news ones. She likely has twitter and uses it more as a work reference and again, to keep up on current events and news. I DO like to believe that she has a (likely private) Instagram (and we’re gonna ignore the timeline of when insta became a thing/her age for this hc lol). And she’s been posting on it since college, fancy parties, yacht trips out in the hamptons, semi spicy bikini or dress pics, it’s incredibly aesthetic and she thrives to keep the vibe going. She’s got a fuck ton of followers and is like, lowkey Instagram famous, but most of the posts don’t actually include her face, especially as she got older and more concerned with her professional image.

37. Height difference or age difference? Didn’t we already do height? Lol. Age wise, Rita’s usually older. She focused on school and work and didn’t want to waste time dating when she was younger. Now that she’s established most people closer to her age are already married with kids. She doesn’t have any issues dating younger, as long as her partner has their shit together and has some ambition and goals when it comes to life. She cant deal with someone who has no motivation and just lounges around all day.

38. Who likes to star gaze? This is more leaning towards you. You like to take a moment during each day to appreciate the little things, like this, and say a silent thank you to the world for making such beautiful things. She doesn’t really think about it until you’re out of the skyscrapers of the city, sometimes out in the hampton’s, sometimes it’s a more tropical vacation that she can really see the night sky and there’s no place she’d rather be than on a cozy blanket showing you constellations.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? Absolutely you! Which Rita will lovingly tease you about, especially if there is a collection of toys and you continue to buy boxes until you have the entire set. (and naturally you never actually eat the cereal..)

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent? If it came to actual parenting, I think Rita would be a mix of both, but much heavier leaning toward the responsible one. But she’s not having kids, so she’s always going to be the super fun rich af Aunt. She doesn’t do well with the younger kids, but once they’re about 16/17 she can have actual conversations with them, and she’ll be the one sneaking them booze and inviting them out to the hampton’s and letting them (semi responsibly) party on the yacht. She’s obviously the one you’d want to call when you’re in trouble considering her job and she’s also the one that’s never going to whisper a word to either of your parents. She’ll take those secrets to the grave. And she’s also very capable of intimidating the fuck out of bullies or ex boyfriends. She will threaten them with jail time.

41. Who cries during sad movies? Both of you. Rita’s a fucking sap so she cries at the romantic movies, you’re more likely the one to cry over the animals.

42. Who is the neat freak? I don’t particularly think Rita’s a neat *freak* but she has everything in its spot and knows where her things are 99.9% of the time. She’s organized, collected, tidy, her kitchen’s always clean cause she never cooks lol. And she likely has a cleaning service come to her apartment weekly to help with that kinda stuff.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one? You’re shocked Rita even agreed to go to the carnival with you and you’ve promised to win her one as a thank you. While she does have fun, indulges in plenty of food she never would have touched otherwise, and obviously pays for you to play all the stupid, nearly impossible to win games, it’s the giant smile on your face as you turn to her with a lime neon green giant monkey that makes her the happiest. If it had been some random gift from a first date it would have gone in the trash right away, but because it's from you and you worked so hard to win it he gets a name by the time you’re home and either lives on a stool in the walk in closet or has taken up residency in the guest room. (it’s his room now)

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy? You like to get a daily workout in, something as small as a walk around the block on slower days up to a class at the gym or some heavy lifting on days you’re more ambitious. Rita always makes sure to not be too sedentary, especially with an office job. She enjoys the more streamlined workouts, Pilates or yoga, things that she can do in the privacy of her living room and not have to leave the house for on colder days. She doesn’t particularly enjoy running, but will do it when she starts to feel a little too stiff and immobile. On the other hand, she truly enjoys your post dinner walks through the park, hand in hand as you share little stories.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk? Absolutely you. Rita will indulge in a drink or two with dinner, a cocktail or two out at the bar, but she doesn’t go much passed that. She doesn’t like to be out of control of herself, especially out in public. She has been known to finish a bottle of wine or two while at the apartment, and definitely gets a little silly, laughing harder and longer than she normally does.

46. Who has the longer food order? This is weird. Lol. I’m gonna go with Rita because she likely hasn’t eaten since breakfast and thus is more hungry, opting for an app or two and a full course meal while you’re fine with just a burger.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order? Rita. While it’s pretty simple at home, if she’s out and there’s a fancier option, she’s indulging. She probably has some sort of self made up special combination of different drinks. You’d think the barista’s would hate her for it but they all know her by name and have nicknamed the drink ‘The Calhoun’ so it has its own priced button in the computer and sticker label with all the steps for newer staff. (not to mention she tips incredibly on the daily)

48. Who loses stuff? You.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? You’re always the driver if you’re not in a cab/car service. While Rita does know how to drive, she simply doesn’t. I could definitely see her having gotten her licence back in the day and never using it, thus letting it expire. She’s a passenger princess through and through.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Rita. That bitch is a cold hearted shark who scares or at least intimidates 90 % of the people she comes across in her workday/life but she has this completely other side to her with the people she trusts and loves. She’s the softest, most gentle, caring, tender person who will always put her love first and take every opportunity to show it.

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Rita Calhoun 50 OTP Q's Pt 1

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader warnings: none really, some language, minor mentions of sass, mentions of Rita's work, smut barely even thought of. Thanks for the request! I'm gonna love doing these! Because they are super long, I will be splitting them into 2 parts though! :)

Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl?

Rita is somehow both, but she is much more the morning person out of the two of you. She likes to be up early, especially on work days. She enjoys the silence, birds chirping as the city wakes up as her coffee starts to brew. She’ll take the time before you have to be up to review over any open cases she has, what her agenda is for the day and make sure she’s ready to go for any court appearances. You’re up a little later than she is, happily pressing a kiss to her cheek and heading into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you (cause lord knows she can’t do it without setting off the smoke alarm).

When it comes to evenings, she’s likely to catch up on a show or two, do some reading, maybe a light workout, shower and then bed. It’s when she gets wrapped up doing work stuff at home that she’s up way too late, you tiptoeing into her home office to pepper her face with kisses and drag her to bed.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon? It switches off pretty regularly and can also depend on who gets into bed first. Rita likes curling herself around you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck but she also doers really like being the little spoon too, feeling loved and protected.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle? Rita hogs the covers FOR SURE. She runs cold, even in the hottest days of summer her feet and hands are FREEZING. Doesn’t matter if you’re sweltering, she still has to keep the duvet on the bed, you’ll just kick it around your feet and sleep without it. Because of this, she obviously loves cuddling, especially in the winter and despite you hating waking up to her freezing toes pressed against yours, you still love her.

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses? A combo, but it’s usually Rita. She’s awake first, and will always leave a featherlight kiss on your head before she starts getting ready for the day. Before she’s about to leave for the day, she’ll always come back to the bedroom (unless you’ve asked her to let you sleep) and she’ll perch on the edge of the bed, smoothing back your hair as she gently wakes you up and kisses you tenderly.

5. Who usually has nightmares? You tend to get them more often, not necessarily nightmares, but weird dreams, ones that you roll over with a grumble when you wake up, trying to hold onto your sleep without falling right back into it. It usually doesn’t wake Rita, but she can sometimes feel you nuzzling deeper against her in her sleep. She will sometimes get bad nightmares when she’s in the middle of a really bad case. Somehow it’s not as bad anymore now that she’s on defence, but when she was still prosecution and had to heavily lean into the brutality of the case, embellishing it for the jury that she��d wake up in a sweat, unable to go back to sleep for an hour.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day? Rita gets them in the middle of the night, she regularly keeps a notepad/book on the nightstand for anything she suddenly remembers about work/a case and she frequently does have a separate notebook for little sentimental things, a reflection of her day with you, little moments that she simply loves. When she can’t sleep during the night she thinks about what she’s grateful for, what keeps the positivity going in her life especially in times of darkness. She can’t help the way her hand softly plays with your hair as she thinks about how much she loves sharing her life with you. She spends her days being this super bad ass, collected, well put together attorney, surrounded by her firm members, assistants and the like, she’s rarely alone. It’s once she’s home, alone in a chilly, empty apartment that she starts to feel the vulnerability, her sharp edges reduced as the emotions start to come out.

You get sappy during the day, its when your brain is on best. Whether you’re at work and get that special little I love you text from Rita, or you’re padding around the apartment by yourself and see the little post it notes, the hoodie you stole from her strewn over the back of the couch, her favourite book left open in an arm chair. It’s the little pieces of her that have weaseled their way into your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

7. Who sweats the small stuff? You. Rita doesn’t stress about things like that, she simply shrugs and says that you’ll find a way around it, she has faith in both of you/the situation to come out on top. And a lot of that is thanks to her line of work. She almost always has an excuse for why something could have been found in possession of her client and they’re always reasonable, that way of thinking just translates over to all aspects of her life.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas? You’re normally in a pair of shorts or pj pants and a stolen worn tee from Rita’s college days. Rita however has the gorgeous, sometimes silky, satiny, lacy, super cute pyjama sets. Sleeping naked definitely occurs, but it’s normally after a night of sex, or when it’s not just hot over summer, but the humidity has made everything sticky, no matter high how the a/c is cranked (but don’t worry, Rita’s hands and feet are still freezing)

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)? Rita is a coffee fiend. The machine brews automatically every single morning (that machine being a regular drip kind). But don’t fret, because she has every coffee machine variety available. She enjoys different kinds for different days/hours/whichever. And she almost always has it going so she can offer to anyone who shows up at her apartment or office. If she doesn’t, she’ll move to the kitchen to start a fresh batch without breaking conversation.

Tea is more a you thing, and it’s the “honey you should really stop the caffeine consumption this late” and offer her a mug of tea while she’s reading/trying to finish work before bed. At first Rita never understood tea, but she’s come to enjoy it on those chilly winter nights as you introduced her to a wide variety of more fun flavours.

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour? Sour candies are your jam; you keep them readily stocked around the house and Rita can’t understand how you can stomach them so much. The only time she even thinks about raiding your stash is when her mind is racing so fast she’s starting to feel anxious and needs her body and brain to focus on something different so she’ll pop the most extreme sour one she can find into her mouth and try not to wince as everything focuses on that instead. She is a HUGE sweets lover though, baked goods are a weakness, but she only indulges on the weekends, and usually just with brunch. Her stash in the apartment is normally dark chocolate, sometimes with a hint of sea salt, mint or orange, a nice little treat you don’t need much of. Similarly, she *loves* Tru Fru and picks a bag up every time she’s in a store that sells them. You’ve reminded her that the cost of them is truly insane and said she should just make them herself. You were quickly reminded of why that was a terrible idea when you came home to find the kitchen smelling like burnt peanut butter and a dish towel ruined with streaks of chocolate.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies? Rita’s a sucker for romance, she loves the classics, loves old movies, enjoys an actually funny rom-com, none of the stupid stuff. She doesn’t really like horror, anything too gory is definitely not up her alley, she can’t even handle the bloody scenes of medical shows. She’ll enjoy a good thriller or mystery though!

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol? It depends on the relationship, but she’s normally right in the middle at around 5’6’’ herself. Esp in wlw situation, there isn’t too much of a dramatic difference. She does get more tol points once she’s in heels. But when it comes to like, Calvak.. she v smol.

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat? Depends on the situation. While you’re the one more nervous about like, being outside after dark, or having to go through a sketchy area of town, more concerned about always locking doors and windows and the like. Rita lives in a high security building with a doorman and two fobs to just get to her floor, she doesn’t stress about that. Her job has her spending time with (alleged) criminals, sometimes one on one and that doesn’t worry her at all. She is pretty jumpy though, another reason she doesn’t like horror movies, absolutely hates jump scares. If you pop up out of nowhere and she didn’t see you coming, she’s definitely jumping and swearing at you, telling you not to do it again.

14. Who kills the spiders? You. Rita is the one to see a single ant in the apartment and want to call the exterminator. You have to remind her that the balcony door has been open all day and it’s the middle of summer, she should expect more bugs inside. You also take this time to remind her why it would be such a good investment to get a cat. (and yes, she absolutely makes you *kill* the bugs, there is no taking them back outside to be rehomed. She needs to know they’re dead)

15. Who is scared of the dark? Neither of you. Though there’s always a light on at home waiting for you to return, a soft light over the stove overnight so you can find your way through the darkness without having to turn on overhead lights and risk waking the other.

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? You love the rain, adore curling up as close to the window as possible to watch the storms. Rita used to hate it, but figured out it mainly came from having to go out in it, get wet and risk ruining a very expensive pair of shoes. Now she’s fallen in love with it and made sure to repurpose one of the large windows in the living room into a bay window with an extended, padded ledge for the two of you to curl up on during storms and read.

17. Who works/ Who stays at home? If one of you is going to stay home, it’s you. Rita’s got the money to support another person and has no qualms doing so. She is however, very likely to get bored and needs to be stimulated, so she’s going to want to work until she doesn’t want to anymore. She enjoys it, and really loves the career she’s ended up in. She can work from home and if you’re a stay at home wife she likely will as much as she can.

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person? You’ve been begging for a dog for YEARS now and every single time Rita has a new reason as to why it’s a terrible idea. And no matter what counterargument you come up with, she will *always* win. It’s not something that truly bothers you though, as you know you’re both a little too busy for a dog. There’s a chance that the cat was a plea deal Rita came up with and there’s a chance that she already had one and that was another “we can’t have a dog” excuse. I 1000% see her with a black cat, something more chill it vibes by itself most of the time, but does love a good Sunday curl up on the couch. Rita absolutely has to have one of those self cleaning litterboxes or she has someone else in the building that she pays to do it cause you cannot tell me she would be okay with doing it herself lol.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? You. And you love to come up with the most ridiculous ones that make her laugh, or other times groan, saying just how terrible they are. She regularly sticks with darling, sweetheart, and occasionally honey.

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive? Rita is a dominant leaning switch. She’s flexible and regularly changes things up depending on her partner or the situation. While she likes to be in control and normally is, she’s got a high stress job where she always has to be the dominant one and really enjoys the times she gets to give that up in her personal life.

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)? I’m leaning you. But not sure what. Rita’s obsession is coffee and a particular brand of pen that she loves and will gut anyone who steals them from her. (Barba has three and he has the bruises to prove it.)

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day? Rita. While she does think it’s a stupid holiday and you should show your love every day, she still loves to spoil. It’s likely something slightly cheesy and at your apartment. Roses, flower petals, a very pricey delivered dinner, chocolates, diamonds and a night spent together surrounded by candles.

23. Who asks who out on the first date? I think Rita is almost always the one who makes the first move. She’s confident, almost a little cocky when it comes to flirtation. She sees something she wants and she knows she wants it so she goes to get it. And she does get it like 99% of the time.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener? A combination of both. Rita’s an incredible listener, she has to be for work. She can’t tune things out or zone out, she has to pay strict attention to every word, every mannerism, every linguist queue there could be from the moment she meets her client to the moment the verdict is read. She’s always going to let you get everything out until you’re sure you’re done and then check if you just wanted to vent/talk/get it off your chest or if you wanted advice. If you wanted her advice, then she’ll take her turn as the talker. Her major more talking days are the days that she just needs to hear things out loud for work, or get things off her chest, she rarely needs your actual advice, she just needs to yell about an incompetent attorney for a bit until she feels better. She was hesitant at first asking if you’d be okay listening to her opening or closing arguments, but she caught the way your eyes lit up and followed her as she paced through the kitchen, discovering how much you loved listening to her parade her way through the legal world. You made a joke that you loved her “big brain ted talks” and that joke stuck.

25. Who wears the other ones clothes? You’re not a huge fan of Rita’s designer stuff, and even her more casual stuff is almost a little too fancy for your liking. You have to dig through to the back of her closet to find the old sweats, tee’s, hoodies or the like that are from her college days, her debate team days or the like and you like wearing those. She on the other hand, ends up stealing half your wardrobe after realizing how comfortable something from a cheap store can be.

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Little Moments

Olivia Benson x fem!reader Warnings: Language

When you heard keys in the door, your head raised from your phone where you sat at the kitchen bar with a glass of wine.

“Hey.” You greeted Olivia softly with a small smile, “Everything end up working out?” You’d been living down the hall from Olivia for nearly a year. You often passed her in the hallway, or ran into each other in the elevator. When Noah heard that you had a playstation he was more than quick to ask if he could go over to your apartment to play on it, he was especially ecstatic when your nephew was over so battle it out with the boy. Liv tried to get into it, not really getting the hang of most of the games but was more than happy to watch you get your butt kicked by Noah a couple of times a week.

Tonight she’d gotten a call from work asking to come back in after Lucy had left for the night, you were more than happy to oblige to watch Noah when she came knocking on your door.

“Yeah,” She gave out a light sigh, “Just had to diffuse a few situations between the squad.” She shed her blazer, dropping her bag onto the couch as she entered the apartment, smiling when you slid her a glass of wine, muttering a quiet thanks. “Noah didn’t cause any fuss I hope?”

“Not at all.” You sipped your wine, humming over it, “I made sure he did his homework before I let him play games, don’t worry.” You gave a sly wink as she laughed lightly.

“Thanks.”

“You’ll wanna give him a little extra help on the multiplication, it’s definitely frustrating him.”

“Good to know.” A comfortable moment of silence washed over the two of you. You’d become fast friends over the year, sharing multiple glasses of wine while exchanging work stories. Olivia had been more than happy to have an adult in her life that wasn’t involved in law enforcement or the legal world in the slightest. She appreciated the way you seemed to just sense when she had a rough day, showing up at her door with a perfectly chosen bottle of wine and the ability to let her rant through her struggles. It was as if she finally had someone to come home to at the end of the day aside from Noah.

“Mmm..I meant to tell you, Josh is spending the weekend at my place, I thought maybe we could take the boys out? Maybe down to Spyscape?I thought it sounded pretty cool?”

“Yeah! That sounds great! It’ll be nice to get Noah doing something out of the house for once.” She laughed, “I am on call though.”

“Liv, you’re always on call..” Smirking over the rim of your glass you continued, “If you need to take off I can handle the boys myself.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.”

“Perfect.” You stood, carefully placing your empty wine glass in the sink before walking around the island, “I’ll shoot ya a text Friday, we can hash out the details.” It was when you leaned in for your usual goodbye hug that Olivia felt it, the warmth of your arms around her, the scent of your shampoo burying itself into her senses. You nearly felt her tense against your body, you pulled back, arms still loosely around her.

“What?” You asked, She replied in a whisper, the air in the room changing.

“Nothing…I..uh…” She took in your face, brows scrunched, eyes full of curiosity, her voice coming out barely above a breath. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” Your eyes widened in surprise, you had wondered a bit about this possibility but had no clue you were right on your feeling. Instead of answering you leaned in, meeting her lips lightly, moving gently against them. She hummed in satisfaction of the feeling of your warmth against her, hand trailing its way around you, cupping the back of your neck soothingly before starting to break the kiss.

“Wait…don’t pull away yet…” It was a whispered admission against her lips before they met again. This time with more heat behind them, Liv’s tongue gently sliding across your lower lip before gently moving into your mouth, tasting the remnants of the wine as your tongue massaged against hers. Your hands wrapped around her neck, pulling your body flush to hers, gasping into her mouth. The moment only lasted so long before you heard the sound of Noah’s bedroom door opening, you whipped apart. He gave a sleepy grumble of a hello to his mom before moving into the bathroom. You could feel your heart beating against your chest, practically out of breath as you turned back to her. “I…should get going…” Olivia felt her chest tighten at that, worried that she’d made the wrong move, until you stepped back to her, giving her a chaste kiss. “I’ll see ya Friday.” With a gleeful grin you left the apartment, waving a quick good night to her before pulling the door shut behind you.

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Sibling Conflict

Olivia Benson x sister!reader Warnings: Language, talk of assault, injuries, angst, sexual & physical assault

“Detective!” Amanda heard the nurse’s voice call out just as she’d reached the doors to the E.R, sighing tiredly, it was nearly five in the morning, she’d been talking to a victim for the past hour and simply wanted quick nap at the precinct before having to start work in a few hours.

“Yeah?”

“We’ve got another one…bed eight, figured you may as well talk to her now.”

“Thanks.” Amanda retreated back into the ER, following the nurse as she was led to the proper bed, moving behind the curtain. She’d expected an injured upset young woman, what she hadn’t expected was to personally know the victim, “Y/N?!” Her brows furrowed as your eyes met hers, brimming with tears as another nurse tended gently to the wound on the side of your head,

“Please don’t call Liv…” You choked out. No, Amanda certainly hadn’t expected her next case to involve Olivia Benson’s younger sister…but there you were…

“Honey…what happened?” She was immediately at your side, reassuringly stroking your arm. A fresh set of tears slipping their way down your face as you started to tell your story to the blonde detective. You’d been dating a new guy you’d met over a dating app for about a month, and honestly, Olivia had never approved. She thought her baby sister deserved better, but you had your head in the clouds, always thinking that no one could do no wrong. Shawn was quick to begin grooming and gas lighting you and you’d been completely oblivious, taking him not wanting to see your friends as wanting to spend more time with him. You mistook his demands for suggestions on how to really live your best life and succeed further, you were smart, you should’ve been able to realize it but he had been the first person to shower you with affection in what felt like years.

After spending entirely too much money on a night of dinner and drinks, he’d taken you back to his apartment and expected you to return the favour, but in the sexual manner(a step you had yet to reach in your relationship). When you’d started to push him off you and say no, he got violent, screaming about how he deserved it, how you owed him for everything, his punches landing on your face before starting to rip your clothes off while you did your best to keep him off you. Problem being he was bigger, stronger and faster than you were, and much more violent thanks to the rye running through his veins. He’d unceremoniously tossed you out the door when he was finished, tears streaking down your bruised and cut face, leaving a neighbour to collect you in the elevator who ended up taking you to the hospital. Amanda was quick to console you, saying that they would do everything in their power to prosecute this asshole, that you did everything right.

“Please Amanda…don’t tell Olivia…she can’t know….” You begged, multiple times through the hours she spent with you, you knew how things worked, asking your rape kit to be admitted to the police under a Jane Doe to keep the case away from Olivia. Amanda promised she would do everything she could to keep your case away from her sergeant before dropping you off at your own apartment (not without confirmation that you were okay to be alone there).

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Hours later you were awoken by a pounding on your apartment door, you groaned heavily, the meds the hospital gave you made you nauseous and exhausted, not to mention the physical altercation you’d been through, or your aching body. You dragged your feet to the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole before pulling it open.

“Liv what’d’you want.”

“I came to let you know your new boyfriend has assault and rape charges against him.” Her heart dropped as she took in your appearance, “What the fuck happened?”

“I’m fine.” You tried to shove her out of your apartment, “I was drunk, slipped running down the stairs last night to get pizza…”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes!” You were constantly sick of detective Olivia barging her way into your life, “Why are you here?”

“I already told you Y/N, Shawn’s being charged with assault and rape, we’ve got DNA, we know for sure he did it. You need to get away from him. Maybe he’s lying to you, but he’s definitely cheating on you, and once we track down this Jane Doe we’ll be able to actually charge him.”

“So what if he’s cheating on me? He was never in your good books anyways, it’s just another check in the books for you.”

“Y/N I’m serious! This guy is no good, and I’ve been saying it since the beginning. You never fucking trust me, but believe me, a cop knows when to trust their gut, and Shawn’s always been bad news! I told you that the first time you met him, I told you when he made you bail on that family dinner, and I’m telling you now, he’s been charged with a crime! Please, walk away from him BEFORE YOU GET HURT!” You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your wounds were too fresh and as much as you didn’t want to admit any of it to your older sister, you broke down,

“And what if I’ve already gotten hurt?!” Tears swam in your eyes as you choked back a sob, Olivia sprung towards you, pulling you into her arms.

“What’re you talking about?”

“I asked Amanda not to tell you, I told the nurse to file it as a Jane Doe..” You sobbed against her chest, Olivia’s stomach heaved as her brain connected the dots, Shawn wasn’t just a jerk, you were the one that he’d assaulted last night. Her hand caressed the back of your head softly, murmuring sweet nothings against you, reminding you just how strong you were, how you deserving you were.

“Shawn raped you…?” Her voice was gentle, she obviously wasn’t new to this, but you were. As you pulled away from her, your tear stricken face hopelessly looking up at her,

“He said I owed him…that he deserved whatever he wanted. When I said no he started beating on me…” You wiped another set of tears off your face, “He kicked me out once he was one, Olivia, it hurt so much…” You practically collapsed against your sister, her arms wrapping around her.

“It’s okay Y/N. You did good, the kit’s gonna pin him to the crime, he’s going to jail, I promise.” She sighed heavily, “I am gonna need you to come down to the precinct…”

“I know..” You murmured, you hated that it came to this, but you knew you had to stand up against attackers like Shawn. If you didn’t do it now, he’d simply do it to someone else and that was the absolute last thing you wanted to see happen. You wanted him behind bars, knowing he’d never be able to hurt anyone ever again, and with SVU’s help, that’s exactly what would happen.

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Hidden Talents (Diana Prince x f!Reader)

Summary: Y/N finds out that Diana is good at a lot more things than she originally thought.

Warnings: Fluff, food, eating, just cuteness

Request?: No

A/N: I'm nearing the end of my to-do list so I figured it was time to write a Diana one-shot before opening requests back up again.

Y/N had been in a bad mood all day. Her boss had been a pain in the ass, her coworkers did nothing but dump their problems on her, and she just wanted to go home. But even the commute there had taken the last of her energy.

When she finally got home, Y/N took her shoes and coat off at the door and shuffled into the living room where she collapsed onto the sofa. She’d just closed her eyes when she heard gentle footsteps approach her. Her eyes stayed closed as a hand stroked her forehead and moved down to her shoulder.

“Are you feeling alright, my love?” Diana asked her. Y/N simply grunted in response. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“I feel like garbage, Di,” Y/N whined. “I just want to eat dinner and go to bed.”

“I could make dinner,” Diana offered. “What would you like?”

“Wait a minute,” Y/N said as she sat up. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

Diana smiled warmly and stood up before taking Y/N’s hands and leading her to the kitchen.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, darling.”

By the time Y/N had vented about her trash pile of a day, Diana had finished cooking for the two of them. She’d made a pretty simple dish - spaghetti with a rich tomato sauce dusted with parmesan cheese - but knew that Y/N needed something comforting to soothe her, not haute cuisine.

Y/N didn’t bother to wait for her food to cool down before twirling the spaghetti around her fork and shoving it in her mouth. The first bite was heavenly.

“Oh my God, this is so good,” she said after swallowing. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I’ve travelled all over the world,” Diana said as she dug into her own plate. “I’m sure I told you before. I learned this particular dish in Naples.”

“Naples?” Y/N said in disbelief. “You really have been everywhere.”

“I’ve had the luxury of time, my dear,” Diana said with a smile.

“What else can you make?”

“French, of course. I had a great teacher in India, and English food.”

“Is English food as bad as they say?”

“It’s not my favourite, but it’s not awful,” Diana said after sucking a strand of pasta into her mouth. “I wouldn’t say there are any countries that have ‘bad’ food, just different.”

“What’s the food like on Themyscira?” Y/N asked, her plate now clean. “Maybe you could make some sometime.”

“It’s quite similar to Greek food, or Northern African,” Diana said. “Lots of seasoning, very flavourful.”

“If you didn’t have so many responsibilities you could have opened a restaurant,” Y/N said as she stood up from the table and put her dinnerware in the sink. “It would be a lot more fun than looking at statues all day.”

“I do more than just look at statues, darling. Preserving historical items for future generations is important.”

“So is feeding people.”

Diana finished her meal and helped Y/N with the dishes before they both retired to the couch. Y/N rested her head on Diana’s chest and listened to her heartbeat while the TV played on a low volume in the background.

“I wonder what else you can do that you’ve never told me about,” Y/N said, sleep starting to take over.

“I have a lot of hidden talents, my love,” Diana said. “I’m sure you’ll find out about them soon.”

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Congratulations on your engagement!! I was thinking that Kassandra and 8 would be an interesting fic :) Don’t feel like you have to write one though if it doesn’t float your boat!

Thank you so much! I'm very excited! I might post updates on how things are going when we get further in the engagement! Also CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST ASK BACK LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!

Summary: In a world where the gods blessed mortals with the ability to find their soulmates through matching wounds and scars, Kassandra has always felt immense guilt for her bloody job.

Pairing: Kassandra x Reader

Genre: Soulmate; No Smut

Potential TW: Blood, wounds, scarring, intentional scarring of a soulmate

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Kassandra never noticed the small cuts and bruises on her body. She was a mercenary, a life of injuries great and small was something she would always be used to. So when papercuts and bruises on the hips and shins appeared, she never took notice, never really wondered which ones were from her soulmate. Some who asked found that selfish, that she never worried over which of the injuries weren’t hers, that her soulmate was out there in pain and she had little care.

But they never saw the big picture.

Kassandra never cared about which ones were her soulmate’s, not because she was selfish, but because she hated that every injury that was hers appeared on whoever was her destined. Did she lie awake scared some nights, worried that the medium sized wound in her leg was actually much larger on Kassandra? Did she trace her fingers over scars that branded Kassandra, hating that they marred her skin just as much? It made her ache, deep in her soul, that she was causing pain and injury. Yet she couldn’t stop. Fighting was in her bones, carried over from the darkness of that spartan night on the mountain. It was her living. She had lives to support. Surely, hopefully, because her soulmate’s wounds never hurt her when they appeared, her own simply marked the skin, never harming the softness that she was surely destroying.

Then, she learned the truth. In the market, a hot summer evening on the docks of Kephallonia, Kassandra watched as a woman bent in half, screaming in pain as her soulmate carved his name over and over into her arm. It wasn’t uncommon, branding your own skin with marks to ensure that you would find each other, but most people just do a small scar. A burn somewhere. A scar through the eyebrow. Something lasting that wouldn’t hurt much, but be noticable. Later, the woman praised the gods for her husband’s foresight, but the image of that woman, terrified and crying out in pain as the blood dripped down her arm onto the wooden docks stayed with Kassandra, haunting her nights and her mornings.

Now, the worries became nightmares. A woman, beautiful as the morning sun, gentle as the midnight moon, screaming and sobbing in pain as a spear wound appeared in her side. Claw marks raking down her face. Her eye bleeding as Kassandra’s own was impaled. Such extremes would never happen, the mercenary tried to remind herself, the gods had made it so your destined would never suffer that much from the injuries you face. And still, the dreams would haunt her.

So she learned. Dodging became her speciality, arrows barely grazed her now, she could catch thrown spears with ease. Eventually, the wounds on her body became more bruises, something she came to live with, though Kassandra desired not a single spot on her future love’s body, no more. Now, their lives could be spent without pain, and only laughter and passion.

Then, one night on the Adrestia as they sailed past Athens, Kassandra was woken up with a tearing pain across her upper left bicep, trailing down to her wrist in a slow, meticulous motion. She sat up with a startled cry, half expecting some wild creature set upon her by a rival or the Cult to be attacking her. A dagger flashes in the moonlight, swinging wildly for a second only to be met with air and the silence of the sea night. Barnabas wakes with her, shouting in response for the rest of the crew. Only a few stir, used to the nightmares of their crewmates after what they’ve seen after following her across the Greek world.

“Barnabas? There’s nothing…” She pants, her hair messy from her restless sleep.

“Aye, there’s nothing Captain.” Her first mate says, rising to his feet to come to her aide. “You were the one who woke me up- By the Gods! Your arm!”

She looks down, eyes widening as her arm shone with blood, dark and messy in a way that she’s used to after a fight with a wild beast. And then the pain hits her. It’s nothing she’s not used to, but the absence of any attacker aboard her ships grounds her in a reality more painful than most anything she’s ever experienced.

“No… this isn’t my injury to bear.” Kassandra croaks out, voice hoarse. “She’s been hurt.” And verbalizing that, even to a silent, concerned Barnabas and barely awake Herodotos, is easily the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.

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It was months later that Kassandra finally realized what happened to her soulmate that fateful night. It had taken Barnabas a week to convince Kassandra that searching every town in Greece would take much longer than they had time for and that her soulmate wasn’t dead because of the bruises and calluses on her fingers left by a weaver’s work. So, she just kept an eye out for any woman with the same deep scars tracing down the muscle of her arm.

And she found her.

A beautiful maiden, laughing with a customer at her simple booth in an Argos market, a laugh that Kassandra could swear she’s heard in her dreams, and she had the same scar carving into her skin. Left bicep, all the way down her wrist. A part of her felt pain over it. The real thing, right there, something that caused someone so lovely so much pain, was the only reason she knew it was her.

The maiden turned, ready to greet Kassandra as a new customer, then stopped, staring at her face with a very clear look of awe. Before she could stop herself, Kassandra reached out, touching the very end of the jagged mark.

“Tell me… I’ve wondered so long, how did you come to bear this pain?”

At first, the woman who Kassandra loved before this day looked embarrassed, then, recognition. Her own eyes trailed over the mercenary’s left arm, shock and relief gathering in dazzling eyes as she matches their scar together.

“You’ll be so infuriated with me.” She mumbled. Kassandra nearly burst into laughter. She had caused her so much pain before, such a scare would never make her angry. Not if it came from her. “But I tripped down a hill.”

The laugh that Kassandra was holding back ripped out of her. What a woman.

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Trials of the Blue Forest

Lady Lesso x Fem!Student Reader

TW: Blood, Stabbing, Collapsing, Near Death

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Y/N had always been the star student at the School for Evil. She excelled in her classes, outshining her peers in every subject. Yet, despite her accomplishments, she was plagued by a gnawing feeling of inadequacy. In her pursuit of perfection, she pushed herself to the limit, never content with her own achievements.

Lady Lesso, her formidable and observant teacher, could see the strain that Y/N was under. The young shapeshifter was determined to prove herself, even when she was already at the top of her class. Lady Lesso had tried to convey that she was exceeding expectations, but Y/N's stubbornness prevented her from seeing it.

The Trial by Tale contest in the Blue Forest was a prestigious event, and the top three students from both the School for Good and the School for Evil competed for their schools. Y/N was an obvious choice to represent her side, but she had no idea that the students from both schools had conspired against her. They had teamed up to ensure she would never leave the forest alive.

As the competition began, Y/N soon realized that she was up against not only the harsh wilderness but also her fellow students' malice. Her magic as a shapeshifter allowed her to adapt to her surroundings and evade her enemies, but the relentless pursuit left her drained. She fought valiantly to defend herself, but the constant struggle took a toll.

As the first light of dawn crept over the Blue Forest, Y/N found herself as the last one standing. She was battered and bruised, but the sense of triumph filled her heart. She began to make her way out of the forest, anticipating a victorious return.

However, just as she left the forest's shadowy embrace, a sharp pain seared through her side. She gasped, feeling the cold steel of a blade in her flesh. As she fell to her knees, she saw the red handkerchief fall from the hand of one of the students who had been hunting her.

Gasping for breath, she crawled out of the forest, only to find Lady Lesso, Dovey, and other students from both schools waiting for her. Lady Lesso's expression turned to one of anger as she saw that a student from the School for Good had won the contest.

But then, Y/N shapeshifted back into her true form, revealing herself as the victor. Lady Lesso's stern features softened into a proud smile, and she started walking towards Y/N, calling out, "Darling, you did it! You won!"

However, before Y/N could respond, her strength gave out, and she fell into Lady Lesso's arms, unconscious. The headmistress tried to wake her, concern evident in her voice as she used the affectionate pet name.

The tension in the forest had given way to a haunting silence, save for the whispers of the wind through the trees. Lady Lesso held Y/N in her arms, her usually stern expression softened with concern as she tried to gently rouse her unconscious student.

"Darling," Lady Lesso called softly, her voice filled with worry. "Come on, Y/N, wake up."

Dovey, who stood nearby, was quick to notice the blood on Lady Lesso's hand. She gasped and pointed to the wound near Y/N's ribs. "Les... Look! She's hurt!"

Lady Lesso's eyes widened in alarm as she examined the injury. Y/N had been stabbed, and the wound was bleeding steadily. "We need to get her back to the school immediately. Dovey, go find a first aid kit."

Dovey nodded and hurried away, leaving Lady Lesso to cradle Y/N in her arms. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Pride that Y/N had triumphed in the competition, but also deep concern for her well-being.

As they waited for Dovey to return with the necessary supplies, Lady Lesso continued to speak soothingly to Y/N, using the pet name she had rarely used before. "You're safe now, my darling. You've won, and I'm so proud of you. Just hold on a little longer."

When Dovey returned with the first aid kit, Lady Lesso wasted no time in tending to Y/N's wound. The young shapeshifter was still unconscious, her breathing shallow. Lady Lesso's hands were steady, and she worked with precision, her concern driving her to do everything in her power to help Y/N.

After dressing the wound and staunching the bleeding, Lady Lesso administered a restorative potion. She watched anxiously as Y/N's pallor slowly improved, and her breathing steadied. It was clear that the wound had taken a significant toll on Y/N, and it would take time for her to fully recover.

Once Y/N was stable, Lady Lesso lifted her into her arms and carried her back to the School for Evil. Dovey walked beside them, a mixture of relief and worry on her face. As they reached the school, Lady Lesso couldn't help but think about the incredible strength and resilience Y/N had displayed throughout the trial. She was a remarkable student, one whose potential she had always seen.

As they entered the school, Lady Lesso knew that Y/N's recovery would take time, but she was determined to be there for her every step of the way. The trials of the Blue Forest had not only tested Y/N's physical prowess but had also revealed a newfound depth to their relationship. It was a bond that would continue to grow and evolve as they faced the challenges of the School for Evil together.

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Ever see a baby alligator get dizzy?

#gator #cute

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Sunshine on a Rainy Day

Addison Montgomery x fem!reader Warnings: language. Just a cute lil fluff piece. Covers the “rainy day“ square on storivesofsvufallbingo

You were curled on the couch with a glass of spiced apple cider, a fuzzy blanket over you as you divulged into your favourite Netflix binge that Addi wasn’t into while you waited for her to get home from work. She’d told you she didn’t have any surgeries today, that she would potentially be home early if nothing urgent came up and you were honestly incredibly excited for the extra time together.

It was about halfway through the first episode of your Netflix that it started to rain and you cheeks split into a grin, abandoning the couch, lugging the blanket with you. You turned the t.v so you’d still be able to see it properly as you settled against the semi pushed open bay window seat, half distracted as you watched the rain patter against the glass. You’d always loved the rain, there was something comforting about it, especially if you didn’t have to go out in it, just watching the way it fell. The smell of rain was one of your favourite scents, you loved going out when it finished, splishing and splashing your way through the puddles, breathing in the fresh air, a happy smile on your face the entire time.

The t.v distracted you for a moment, pulling your gaze away from the window as you paused to rewind for a second, things no longer making sense on the show as you’d missed it. You leant back against the wall, the sound of the rain soothing you as you took in the entertainment. It was only a few moments later that you heard the front door open, a smile breaking onto your cheeks as the knowledge that Addison was in fact, home early.

She let out an annoyed huff, the sound of an umbrella clunking into the holder before you heard her kick off her shoes, shaking out her coat as she hung it up.

“This fucking rain!”

“Oh it is not that bad baby.” You laughed back.

“It’s fucking horrible.” She rounded into the large living room, a pout on her lips, “why do you even like it so much? You’re not from here?”

“Well maybe that’s it?” You cocked a teasing brow, “I didn’t grow up with a bunch of rain or storms, so it’s something new and exciting to experience.”

“Yeah well you weren’t the one who had to go out in it.” She grumbled.

“Oh come here!” You insisted, extending your hand out to her and she reluctantly made her way to you, finally greeting you with a warm kiss, “I will gladly show you why rainy days are the best.” You murmured against her lips, finally earning a small smile from her. “Go change into cozy clothes.”

Addison grumbled lightly, but knew she would have to change anyways, her clothes damp enough simply from the walk from the hospital to her car, and the car to the house. She took the time to wipe off her makeup, tugging her hair back into a messy bun before she made her way back downstairs. She found you in the kitchen, your attention on the stove as you reheated the cider, two mugs prepped with rum as you hummed to yourself.

She couldn’t help but smile, moving through the room to wrap around your back, kissing at your shoulder gently as she watched you monitor the cider, making sure it was ready to pour into the mugs.

“Thank you.” She murmured softly against your skin and you let out a soft laugh.

“Addi the rain really isn’t that bad.” You turned in her arms, pecking her lips gently, “ you just need to learn to appreciate it more.” She huffed, rolling her eyes and you kissed the tip of her nose, “now c’mon.”

You passed her one of the mugs, linking your free hand in hers as you lead her to the window. You grabbed a couple of extra pillows and the large fuzzy blanket that was over the back of the couch that you knew was her favourite, making a nice little nest in the window sill that was big enough for both of you. Swiping the remote, you turned off the t.v and opened a cozy playlist on your phone to echo through the room while you settled against the pillows.

“C’mere.” You outstretched your free hand, open and closing your palm to indicate her to join you. You laughed at the brow she raised in your direction, “I know you’re usually the big spoon, but just work with me.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, but slid into your embrace, accepting the kiss on the cheek as she nestled between your legs.

“See?” You nudged her to glance toward the window after she took a sip of spiked cider, “it’s pretty…”

“I guess it is.” She sighed, her head rolling to watch it cascade through the sky.

The rain was making pretty patterns as it dripped down the large windows, trailing patterns across it, painting a clear design. She found her free hand almost matching the patterns on your skin. Her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as you pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

“What do you like so much about it?” She murmured, taking another swig of her drink and you smiled warmly.

“It just…it seems so cozy.” You squeezed her softly in your arms, “nothing beats a good rain storm outside. You just grab your favourite book, a nice candle, a warm mug of spiked hot chocolate and set up near any window, watch the way it comes down. The ripples in the puddles that it makes, the way it drips off the tree leaves. The big storms are more fun, watching the way the lightning dances across the sky, it’s a nature made light show.” You had a dreamy look on your face as you stared out the window, a happy grin on your cheek that Addison chuckled at. “And after a storm? Oh god…there’s nothing better! The smell is so fresh and inviting, the earth is hydrated, it’s cooled down, the birds come back out to play. And puddle jumping is definitely something that should have been kept as a fun game from childhood.”

“You are absolutely adorable, you know that?” She laughed, looking up at you and lifting herself up for a small kiss.

“And you are absolutely stunning my love.” You smoothed back a piece of hair that had escaped her loose bun, taking a moment to gaze into her eyes while the rain pattered against the glass beside you.

Addison smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before your gaze was pulled back out the window. She’d hated the rain when she first moved to Seattle, and that just stuck with her. That period of her life had been one of the worst ones, following Derek, trying to get him back, finding out about Meredith, having Mark follow her out here too. Everything was already so hard, dreary and bleak as she tried to keep her head down and do her work, that the rain just amplified all of those feelings. It made it seem like things would never look up, that the sun would never come out, and she hated it because of that. She wanted sunshine, she wanted warmth, the things that made her happy, she wanted to be happy. And as she sat there, curled in your arms, watching the sky, listening to you hum along quietly to the music, she realized that she didn’t need actual sunshine. You were her sunshine and warmth, you were the one that made coming home at the end of the day completely worth it. As she glanced back up at you, you with the happy smile and the sparkle in your eye as you took in the weather she previously thought was abysmal, she fell more in love with you than she even thought was imaginable.

Who cared if the weather outside was garbage, she had her own little pocket of sunshine to keep her happy, even on a cloudy day.

“You know…” she let out a little sigh, kissing your shoulder, “maybe the rain isn’t so bad after all.”

“Told ya.” You smirked down at her, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “But I will whole heartedly agree that it’s better with the person you love by your side. Cuddles distract from the chill in the air.” You shot her a wink and she laughed.

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

“You’re not going to drag me out there and try to make me go puddle jumping when it stops, are you?” She asked dryly and you barked out a laugh.

“We’ll save that for next time.” You assured her with a kiss to the top of her head, “gotta get you some cute rain boots first.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah but I’m your dork.”

“You most certainly are.” Her hand squeezed at yours, raising it to her lips again for another kiss and you hummed in appreciation, letting out a little sigh as the rain started to let up, now only drizzling through the air. You were very much in your happy place before Addison got home, but with her with you, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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