#I'm stuck on a fic write now yelling WHY AREN'T YOU KISSING

[adamantineheart]

I need dimilix to kiss immediately

[themoonsbride]

imagine about boyfriend!peter braiding y/n's long hair when she's stressed and can't relax after her argument with dr brenner? 💞💝💞💗💗

aww I loved this so much, I hope you like it my dear! <3

Bestios . (little kisses)

pairing; boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; in the request!! reader gets into an argument with Brenner and can't relax afterwards so her boyfriend Peter braids her hair. <3

warnings; arguing, tension, little bit of crying, stress

a/n; I did a jace fic similar to this!! and I thought the idea of writing it in a stranger things/Hawkins Lab perspective was interesting too :)

--×♥︎×--

"Do you think these actions are acceptable Ms. L/n?!" Brenners voice was loud and piercing in your ears.

"It was just one piece of candy, and the poor girl was crying! I couldn't just leave her there like she was nothing!" Your voice was clear but he wouldn't hear you.

"Nonsense! You do not show sympathy nor remorse for any of the children whatsoever! It weakens them!" Brenner could feel his blood behind to boil and churn under his skin.

"Weakens them?! How about it shows them that they matter and actually mean something?! Eleven was crying and you didn't even care that 002 bruised her!" You were clearly pissed, you were breathing so harshly it made your nostrils burn.

"That's enough!" Brenner yelled, his rough fist hitting the desk, he was at his final straw, and it made you scared.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson and have you be sent to the shocking rods?" His eyes were cold and filled with hatred.

Suddenly you wouldn't seem to find anything to say, like you'd already spat every word you could've ever spoken out at him.

You simply just shook your head.

"You're free to exit my office, now." Your legs forced you up as much as you felt defeated and relieved but also so fucking angry and scared at the same time and it made you feel stuck in place.

You forced yourself out of the room, and off you were to your boyfriend Peter's room.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until you were knocking on the door, and you were quick to wipe them away regardless of knowing it wouldn't make shit of a difference. He would still notice.

The door clicked opened,

"Baby? what's wrong?" He pulled you in close to him as he closed the door behind you, sweeping you into his arms.

"Nothing, it's just Brenner being fucking Brenner again.." you mumbled into his chest, you couldn't bare the hatred that tingled every single fiber inside your body that you had for this facility.

"Tell me what happened" He replied as he broke the hug, as you sat across from eachother on his silk sheeted bed.

Your body felt tense and weak at the same time, you felt drained and tired but more than awake and it was so stressful.

"During one of the expiraments, 002 injured Eleven, and like, he slammed her against the wall! with his mind! and the poor girl started crying and no one was doing anything about it at all, and I didn't even care about the rules, or if I would've been breaking them at the time, and I gave her some candy and I smiled at her!"

You rambled, your hands would gesture as if they had minds of their own whilst you spoke, and your dangle earrings would barely swing themselves as you went on.

It was things such as those that made Peter realize he loved you, how he could find the littlest things that subconsciously happen or that you would do seemed interesting to him.

"You know we aren't allowed to give them candy, but I can understand why you feel the way you do.. I've given Eleven candy before too when she's cried." He admitted as the palms of his hands slowly rubbed his knees, that was also something he did subconsciously that you found interesting, too.

"Atleast I'm not the only one.." You mumbled and let out a long breath from your nostrils.

Your shoulders still wouldn't fall and your muscles wouldn't let themselves relax and it was really starting to bother you now.

"Let me braid your hair." Peter spoke suddenly, he'd only ever done twice before, but when he did, it seemed like he loved it more than you possibly could've, and it made you smile and you turned away from him while he got a hair tie and a brush.

You felt all the tension start to ease its way out with every brush Peter did. He started by brushing your hair from the ends up to your roots, and now he was brushing through your hair from your ends to your roots.

It felt so soothing on your scalp, you felt like resting your eyes.

--×♥︎×--

Before you knew it, Peter was finishing off your braid he'd done with all your hair, it seemed to be longer than the rest of the women who worked in the building, theirs were either pixies, or shoulder length, but yours seemed to flow down go just slightly below your breasts. Peter always complimented it and told you he thought it was soft, and smelt like coconut.

"Finished." You turned to face him and smiled when you saw an already smiling Peter looking at you as you leaned in and kissed him gently.

[queercapwriting]

Hey, I know that you aren't taking prompts right now, and I want to respect that, so feel free to leave this unanswered. But since trump has been rolling back the bathroom protection for trans people in school could you maybe write a fic with adrian reacting to that? I've been stressed because I'm on break right now, but I have to go back to school in a week. Thank you for putting so much kindness into our world, you're the kind of person we need in difficult times like this ❤️❤️❤️

Maggie knows exactly who’s banging on her door, and she knows exactly why.

“I’m so sorry, Ade, Kara’s just running a bit late, we were gonna meet you there – “

But the rest of her sentence is cut off by the blur of limbs that surround her suddenly, and tears sting Maggie’s eyes, because Adrian hasn’t hugged her this hard since election night, because she knows he’s crying and she wants to destroy the entire world to take away his pain.

Because he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve it at all.

“Ade,” she hears Alex whisper behind her back, and she hears James, J’onn, and Winn grow quiet deeper in the living room.

“Sorry for assaulting your girlfriend, Alex,” Adrian chokes over Maggie’s shoulder, and the three of them let out a strangled laugh as Adrian pulls back from Maggie’s arms and falls more limply into Alex’s firm embrace.

“You smell like gunpowder,” he croaks after a moment, and she laughs, more genuinely this time, as she pulls back from him and lets him step into the apartment.

“Shooting range. Maggie’s go-to when she’s angry is the heavy bag. Mine’s shooting stuff.”

Adrian’s eyes flood with a fresh layer of tears.

“You were that angry… for my sake?”

Alex stares down at him like she’s never seen him before. “Adrian, I… of course. How could I not be… homicidally angry about all… this?”

He takes his full bottom lip into his mouth and turns to Maggie. “Your girl’s a keeper, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie grimaces at him. “Yeah, you should’ve seen her after he did the Muslim ban. I’d hate to be those targets.”

Adrian steps past both of them toward where James, Winn, and J’onn are standing, eyes all downcast, like they’re afraid to intrude on the three of their moments together.

He pulls up short right before he hugs James, because James’s shirt makes his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

“Trans Lives Matter?” he croaks, and James pulls him in for that hug.

“If some white kid wore it, it’d be irritating and appropriating, but I figure I can get away with it, huh?” James says softly into Adrian’s hair.

“Yeah, I’m stuck with the less cool shirt,” Winn smiles as Adrian turns his attention to him, tugging out his t-shirt, which reads, simply, This is What a Feminist Looks Like.

“Nah, feminism’s always a good shirt, man,” Adrian fist bumps him approvingly as Maggie leans into Alex’s side and Alex’s kisses the top of her head.

“J’onn,” Adrian greets respectfully, always slightly intimidated by the stoic man, but J’onn puts a soft hand on Adrian’s shoulder.

“I know it doesn’t mean much, but you always have a restroom and a shower in the DEO, young man.”

“It means a lot, sir. Thank you.”

J’onn smiles and looks beyond Adrian to Alex.

“Where is your sister, Ale – “

A rush of papers fluttering everywhere chills the room slightly as a blonde blur speeds through the open window.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry Adrian, I know we’re late, I just had to make sure we had an entire team of reporters on it, not just me – “

Adrian doesn’t hear the rest of her explanation, because he’s hugging her so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of even her.

“Ready for this, kid?” Maggie asks with her eyes tense on on her watch.

Adrian pulls back from Kara and nods grimly, unzipping his running jacket to reveal a homemade black t-shirt that reads, I Am Not a Threat in big white letters, with smaller print blocked under it, reading, I mean, I am – I threaten your cissexist white supremacy proudly – but I am targeted in your bathrooms, not the other way around.

It’s not a long walk to National City’s queer Center, and Adrian’s eyes are steady as they all walk together, Alex and Maggie with their fingers interlaced, Kara constantly whooshing here and there as Supergirl, as Kara Danvers, as Supergirl, as Kara Danvers, James snapping photographs, Winn and J’onn keeping a careful eye out for trouble.

Because the crowd is big, the protest is impressive, and Adrian is vulnerable.

Vulnerable because, no matter what his shirt says, Maggie’s colleagues may well be ordered to act otherwise.

But when Val and Yve and Jordan and Mateo and Sam disentangle themselves from the chanting and the sign-waving to bring Adrian into their arms, Maggie knows he’ll be okay. Because there’s no way his family will permit otherwise.

The crowd goes quiet when Alex helps boost him into the overturned bucket someone had brought out for speakers, and Adrian holds Maggie’s eyes and trembling fists at his side, staring out at a sea of his people surrounded by a sea of people who will now be ordered to keep him out of his own bathrooms, and his voice shakes when he starts speaking, but only for a moment.

“My name is Adrian Rodriguez, and I am a man. I am a man, but that’s not the wildest or most exciting thing about me. The wildest thing, the most exciting thing? You ready for this?”

There are one or two yesses, and he pauses, he grins, he takes strength from the steely pride in Maggie’s eyes.

“Nah, come on, yall ready for this?”

More whoops, now, more cheers, more encouragement, sweeps the whole crowd, and he nods, and he continues.

“The wildest, most exciting thing about me? Sometimes – at least a few times a day, more when I’m keeping hydrated, you know, which I need to do more often – sometimes, I have to pee!”

There’s raucous screaming and raucous laughter tinted with rage.

“The fact of the matter is, that just like the ban that demonizes our Muslim siblings; just like the plans to strip health care from the people who need it most; just like the plans to continue the genocide of Native Peoples for the sake of the same companies that bring you the warmest February day on record – this new order is about nothing but wielding power over those who have least, about spreading hatred and blame onto people who deserve it least. Because when I walk into the men’s room, I am no threat. But I am threatened. And when my sisters – especially my sisters of color – roll and walk into women’s restrooms, girls’ restrooms, they are no threat. But they are threatened, and they are beaten, and worse. And when my nonbinary and gender nonconforming siblings – can I get an amen, Sammy?! – are faced with the agonizing choice of where will be safer, where they are least likely to be assaulted, least likely to have the cops called on them, they are not the threat. Policies like this are the threat. Systems like this are the threat. Hatred like this is the threat. So what do we do?”

“Move up, fight back!” Val supplies, and Adrian grins down at her as he hops down from the bucket into Maggie’s arms, as his chant, her chant, their chant, sweeps across the crowd, into flesh and into bones and into the night.

“Thank you,” he yells to be heard into Maggie’s ear, and she shakes her head with shining, proud eyes at him.

“You, Adrian. You, you, you.”