multiphandommess

[multiphandommess]

Inanimate Anger

Requested by- @wosoobsessed

Request - Hiya ,when you get a chance would you be able to do a Natasha fic based on this video . https://youtu.be/aKEL1xiCWvQ?si=mXwOUTd0w9wm93Lc towards the end when she talks about like how angry she gets about like not being able to find a shoe🤣🤣🤣 I thought this would be funny if there was a fic based of the reader and Nat having an argument about Natasha blaming the reader for not being able to find her shoe before they go to dinner. And maybe it’s their oitnb cast wrap dinner so when they get there they are both like ignoring eachother cus they’re pissed off and then one of the cast members is drunk realises and interigates them about it. And then finally they make up and Natasha admits it was stupid to start an argument over a shoe and then the next day they are doing press and Nat talks about that argument while the reader is in the room. And the interviewer finds it really funny. so instead of Nat and the reader crying about it they laugh about it later on In bee 🤣🤣🤣

If you wanna get staticky to the part I’m thinking about skip to 18.55 cus it’s a pretty long interview I don’t wanna waste ur time 😂😂😂. Thank you tho !!

“YOU FUCKING PRICK!” was the first thing Natasha had said to me as I walked into her apartment to pick her up to go to the OITNB season 3 wrap cast-only dinner. We had been dating for about 6 months and I was baffled. Natasha had never yelled at me before and I was concerned, “Baby? What is wrong?” She was stomping around her apartment angrily, “Why the FUCK did you take my goddamn shoe?!” “What? Baby-” “Don’t call me that! You don’t deserve it, shoe thief! Fuck you!” She cut me off. “Natasha, we don’t wear the same shoe size. Besides, I just got here. What shoe are you looking for?” I replied, a bit concerned for my girlfriend. “My fucking boots! The black ones!” She said, continuing on her rampage. “The ones you wore when we went out for drinks with Laura and her husband, Ben? When we all got wine drunk? Maybe you just put them somewhere else-” “No! You fucking took them!” She said, cutting me off again. “Fuck you, Nat. I'm waiting in the fucking car. I hope you find your goddamn shoe in time,” I said. I was angry that she kept cutting me off, so I walked back down to my car, slamming the door to both her apartment and my car. 

10 minutes later, she got in my car. We drove in silence as we were both still pissed. We got to the restaurant and walked in, refusing to hold hands or any other physical contact. All of our fellow cast members were shocked, we were always touching in some way because my love language is physical touch. However, none of them said anything. As the dinner went on, we ignored each other and refused to talk to each other. Eventually, we all got drunk and Taylor was drunkenly rambling when she turned to us, “So, why are y’all pissy?” I looked up, “What?” She elaborated, “You guys are angry. You two won’t even look in each other's direction. And you guys typically steal each other's food or take sips of each other's drinks and yet, y’all have done none of that.” We were both speechless. “Um…” I started. “They took my shoes.” Nat finished. “No, I didn’t! Why would I even do that?!” I said. “B-because…w-well…” Nat said. “Exactly! I didn’t do shit! And you found them, did you not?” I said. “...fine, I lost my shoes, you didn’t do anything.” She admitted

A few weeks later, me and Natasha were at an interview. It was just her but she wanted me to come with her for moral support. I was sitting behind the camera and listening as I went over a script I had. They started to talk about mood swings and things that piss her off as she was clean from her addictions. This caught my attention. I stopped what I was doing and listened to what she said…and I nearly fell over laughing. I had to hold my hand over my mouth and leave the room as she began talking about her anger with inanimate objects and how she blamed it on other people. I stayed outside of the room until the interview was over because I was wheezing from laughing so hard. When she walked out, she saw the tears in my eyes and the fact I was still laughing. “Baby, are you ok?!” She asked, laughing as well. “I had no idea that that was just something you did!” I said, crouching on the floor with laughter. “I’m sorry, I should have let you know,” She said, pulling me off of the floor. I hugged her and pressed a short kiss to her lips, “It’s fine, just let me know next time you feel anger towards inanimate objects.”

#oitnb #natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Hiya could you please do a nicky nichols fic based on season 4 episode 11 where she has relapsed and is going through withdrawal. And the reader and Nicky are togther and the reader helps nicky through it like pennstucky does and by like gives her a bowl while she vomits and cuddles her and comforts her while nicky is being sick and crying. And nicky is just profusely apologising to reader because she promised she was clean and the reader comforts her and holds her while she cries and tells her it’s okay. Thank you!!!

Hi, I'm sorry, I don't feel comfortable writing vomit

[multiphandommess]

Hello there, how are you? So I want to request but I don't know if you write headcanons cause I wanna request something like how would be being in a relationship with Jaxx Herd

Jaxx Herd HC’s

Jaxx was SO excited when they got the news to work on the Mana One. The very next day, they started sketching ideas. They showed you every single one enthusiastically

Jaxx LOVES to have you sit between their legs. It’s not even sitting on their lap, specifically between legs

When they asked you out, they were a little nervous but they were mostly confident 

They care A LOT about their hair. Like if you mess it up on purpose, they straight up won’t talk to you until you pay them back with hugs and kisses

Jaxx hates mornings and would rather stay up late

Jaxx will make you drunk-watch horror movies with them 

Jaxx will make you wear their beanies and jackets

One time you stole their sunglasses and they chased you down and hugged you to steal them back

You and Jaxx go and get tattoos together all the time

Truly living by “Don’t Be Sad, Go Get A Tattoo”

Jaxx is typically the big spoon however their favorite way to sleep is with you as a weighted blanket

Sorry this is so short, I ran out of ideas-

#jaxx herd x reader #jaxx herd

[multiphandommess]

Quick question, will you write for Calamity from Pitch Perfect 3? Cause I can't stop thinking about her and I haven't found any stories I'm so sad

I don't, I'm sorry! I haven't seen it so I wouldn't write her well

[multiphandommess]

Jealous

Requested by - @lolapeirce241

Request - thank you. Could you do something where they go for dinner with their friends and one of their friends starts flirting with the reader? and the reader tries to shut it down immediately but Natasha gets upset maybe when they get into the car Natasha starts shouting at the reader and this causes a massive argument between them. and then when they get home the reader starts packing a bag and storms out to stay with her sister. Natasha struggles without her so when the reader comes home Nat breaks down in tears because she's scared of losing her the reader comforts her and they apologize to each other. sorry this is so long, thank you!

A/N - Sorry this is a little short! I hope you enjoy it!

I could not have predicted how this night would go. It started calm but ended in a mess. We were at a bar. We had gone out with friends after a bunch of us got a bunch of new projects. We were all at least tipsy, a lot of our friends were considerably drunk. Most notably, my friend Sam. They had asked me out before I met Natasha but I turned them down. I know that they got upset because me and Nat had started dating quickly after I turned them down. Despite this, they have never been malicious to me Nat…or at least where we could see or hear it. Sam was drunk off their ass and was starting to make advances on me. “Hey, pretty baby,” Sam slurred. “Hi, Sam. Please stop calling me that,” I replied, turning them down. “Come on, don’t be a prude! Give Sammy a kiss~” They slurred again. “I’m not a prude, I am in a relationship. I will not cheat on someone I love because you are horny,” I said, however, this did not persuade them. I could tell that Natasha was angry. Her hand was possessively on my thigh and she was glaring at Sam who was too drunk to realize. “But you could be with me, not that whore,” They slurred once more. This sent me over the edge, I punched my *now* ex-friend, breaking their nose, “Don’t fucking say that about her!” Natasha was shocked but dragged me out of there. As soon as we left, she started yelling, “Just a friend, huh?! Sam doesn’t like you anymore, huh?! What the fuck?! How the hell are you so naive?!” “What the hell, Nat?!” I yelled back, “Do you think I wanted that?! I just punched someone! How the hell does that translate to me wanting that?!” “GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, NOW!” She screamed. I was shocked. I had a lot of yelling a screaming trauma that I had been working through, but using that sentence, one that brought me back to my version of hell on earth, was my final straw. I got in, slammed the door, and put my headphones on to block her out. She rolled her eyes and got in after me. After a tense, angry car ride home, I stormed in and started packing a bag. I was sad, tipsy, and stuck in a bad headspace, a match made in hell. I tried to pack quickly but the tears streaming down my face were hard to see through. Natasha walked in to yell again when she saw what I was doing, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” “I’M GOING TO STAY WITH AMY!” I yelled, slipping my last things into my bag, before walking out of the room. She was angry, “FINE! GO STAY WITH HER! WHY DON’T YOU GO SEE SAM WHILE YOU’RE AT IT!” “SO YOU’RE GOING THAT LOW?!” I yelled, opening the front door, and slamming it on my way out. 

It had been a rough few days. I had collapsed into my sister's arms that night and she let me stay with her. Her fiance was away for the week so her full attention was on me and making me feel better. After 3 days, I returned to my apartment and I was shocked at what I saw. Natasha was passed out on the couch, with bags under her eyes, surrounded by fast food wrappers and random cups. I felt really bad and started to clean up her mess. When her eyes finally opened, I was doing the dishes, and she was shocked. “Baby?” She asked before slamming her body into mine, “Please don't leave again! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have said those things. I trust you, I promise, I just don’t trust others, and I can’t live without you! Please let me make it up to you!” I was shocked at her desperation, “Honey, couples fight. It’s healthy and I won’t leave you after a small thing like this. I promise.” I pulled her into a big hug and held her close, “I’m not going anywhere, Nat. I mean it. I love you, there’s no need to be jealous.”

#natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Anxious

Requested by @lolapeirce241

Request - hi, hun I just read the last one you posted so could you maybe do a part two too where the reader maybe starts having separation anxiety with Nat and has panic attacks bc she thinks something going to happen to her like what happened to her mum? It's okay if not but I just think more awareness should be put on separation anxiety in adults thank you.

I was convinced that this was going to be the death of me. Okay, I might be a little dramatic sometimes, but this was different. When my mother passed, I developed separation anxiety. Because I lost her so unexpectedly, my anxiety has latched onto losing people. Currently, Natasha is at an event in another state and my heart rate won’t go down. I have gotten multiple notifications from my watch warning me that my heart rate is too high, however, I can’t find the motivation to get my anxiety medicine on the kitchen counter. I can’t seem to get out of my head long enough to know how much time has passed. whether I’ve been texted, or anything that wasn’t in my thoughts. When I learned that she had to fly, all of the plane crash statistics flew into my head. Even though I know that the chances are small, it doesn’t convince my mind. Images of her plane crashing, her getting kidnapped, her Uber crashing, a fire happening in her hotel, and anything else that can hurt a human being keep flashing in my mind. Even when she goes somewhere else in New York without me, my anxiety goes nuts. I’ve been having a hard time adjusting to this new normal of being utterly unable to do ANYTHING when she is not with me. Natasha wasn’t entirely aware of the extent of my anxiety. She called me before and after her flight, when she got to the hotel, and when she left for the event, but my mind still wouldn’t calm down. Nothing seems to fix it, and I don’t know what to do. This is the first time that she has been out of state since my mother’s passing. I watched the event on television so that I would know when it would most likely be over, however, hours passed and she still didn’t text. After 2 hours of waiting, I finally broke down. 

My panic attack didn’t start as one. It started as frantic texting and calling. That shifted into pacing and heavy breathing. That’s when I first called my sister. I was freaking out to her and she offered to come over and comfort me. However, when she got to my apartment, I was rocking in the corner, hyperventilating. My sister rushed over and after getting me calm enough so that I wasn’t going to pass out, she called Natasha. I only heard snippets of my sister’s side of the conversation, however, I wouldn’t want to be Nat on the other side of the phone. After she got off the phone, my sister led me to the couch and sat with me as we watched my comfort show. I laid my head on her shoulder before asking, “Sis? Why didn’t she call?”

“Oh, honey. She said she forgot. She had a few drinks and wasn’t used to texting you so much, so she forgot. She apologized and is on her way here. She got an emergency flight from LA and she went back to the hotel and packed. She should be on her way to LAX.” She replied, rubbing my shoulder. I only nodded, taking in the information. I ended up falling asleep on her shoulder.

I woke up on a chest, the person's arm on my waist. I looked up and saw Natasha playing a game on her phone before she put it down and smiled at me. “Mmm, hi Natty. How are you?”

“I suppose I should be asking you that. How are you feeling? I wanted to apologize as well, but I want to know how you are doing first” Natasha said. 

“Well, I’m okay, but you don't need to apologize bub. You didn’t do anything wrong. You just forgot,” I replied.

“Yes, I do. Just because it was on accident, it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt you. I’ve been trying to get better at checking in with you and doing what I can to relieve your anxiety. But, I made a mistake last night and I want you to know that I will try to make sure it doesn’t happen again. You have helped me with my mental health and I want to do that for you. So, I got you a couple of things. I know you’re going to say that you don’t need it, but I think you do so I got you things,” Nat said, before reaching over and pulling things from off the floor. She handed me a teddy bear, a bouquet of roses, a box of candy, a bag of chips, and some of my other favorite snacks. I instantly melted. Finally, she pulled one more thing out, “I know that this person is someone you watch a lot on YouTube, and when I saw that they were selling a plushie, I knew you needed one. It came in yesterday and I knew that this was the best time to give it to you.”

I almost cried, “Baby?! You didn’t have to! But I love it! Thank you, my love” I leaned up, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. She pulled me in and gave me a proper kiss. 

“I know that you’re still getting used to your anxiety and that we will have ups and downs, but know that I will be with you every step of the way, babe. I love you, and of course when you’re anxious”

#natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Grievances

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request - Hi, would you maybe be able to do a bit of an angsty one with Natasha? I lost my mum earlier this year. So maybe the reader's mum passes away and Natasha is just the best partner and comforts her through the Journey of her grief and like holds her while she cries. And goes with her to the funeral. Sorry if this is too sad you don’t have to do it I 100% understand if this isn’t the stuff you would want to write 😂😂But thank you anyway!!

I sat there in shock. I got the phone call everyone dreads, the call from someone letting you know a loved one has passed. My mother, a kind and funny woman, had passed on earlier today, and after getting a call from my sister, my world was crushed. The tears hadn’t set in yet, I was still processing the words that I had been told. Natasha was wrapping up filming for Poker Face season 1 in upstate New York. I wanted to text her, ask her to come back to the apartment with a bottle of liquor and a box of tissues, and fall into her arms. However, I felt bad doing that. It was only 10 a.m. and she had left at 7. This meant that there was most likely a 12-hour shoot day today and that she wouldn’t be home until 11 or midnight. So, I did the next best thing, I drove to the store, got some booze, and came home and cried. And watched sad movies, and cried. It was about 10 pm and I had a lot to drink. I wasn’t on another planet or anything cliche, but I wasn’t sober. And that's how Natasha found me, lying on the couch, staring off into space and mumbling to myself. “Hi Natty!” I slurred. Natasha looked shocked at my state, “Baby? What, uh, what happened?” The question made me remember why I got so drunk in the first place. This time, the tears came. I couldn’t stop them, they just kept pouring down my face. This reaction shocked Natasha, even more. “Ok, ok. Let’s get you to bed, ok honey? We can talk in the morning.” The next thing I knew, I was waking up in our shared bed with a killer hangover. After I emptied my stomach of the booze, I sat down on the bed next to an expectant Natasha. “So, do you wanna tell me what last night was all about? I brought home some beers to celebrate filming wrapping, but when I got home you were 2 sheets to the wind,” Natasha said, looking at me worried. “Nat…I…just…here,” I couldn’t get the words out, so typed it into my phone and handed it to my fiance. I was on the verge of tears again as I waited for her reaction. She didn’t say anything, she just pulled me into her and held me. I cried in her arms for a while. To be honest, I’m not sure how much time passed. All I know is that when I was done, it was no longer morning. We had spent the day cuddling, crying, and sleeping. 

“Darling? Are you hungry? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Natasha said, after multiple hours of grieving. I nodded my head, my throat sore. “What would you like to eat?” She asked again. I only shrugged my shoulders, not currently wanting to make a decision. “Does pizza sound good?” Once again, I only nodded. I got up and made myself look a little more presentable and walked to meet Nat by the door. She took my hand and walked us to her car. 

I got in the car and she did too. As she drove, I decided to finally speak. “I’m sorry, bub,” I said, looking at my lap. I felt bad. I felt like I had been clingy and just overall annoying. 

“No, no. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Why would you think that? You’re grieving over the loss of someone who was a giant part of your life. You can be as sad as you want. I’m going to take some time off and I’m going to be with you, ok? Because I don’t want you to think that this is something to be ashamed of. Feeling like this, feeling emotional, even feeling numb, is all a part of the process of grief. Please understand that you don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” Natasha reassured me. I almost cried out of relief. “Really?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the kindness and acceptance of my partner. She nodded as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

“I promise, hon. You have nothing to be ashamed of and you shouldn’t feel weak. Now, I’m gonna go in and get our food. Want your normal?” She asked. After I told her what I wanted, she walked into the store. I was still feeling lost without my mom. She was the kind of woman everyone looked up to. She was a head-turner, yet she put kindness before looks. Even though I knew it would be hard to navigate this world in this new normal without her, I knew that Natasha would help and support me through my grievances.

#natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Trouble In Paradise

Requested by @wosoobsessed

Request: Thank you so much! Could I possibly have one where Natasha and the reader go on holiday together maybe somewhere like Australia. And they’ve both been working a lot so they haven’t been spending a lot of time together ,but in the time they have spent together they’ve been arguing about little things cus they’re both tired. But when they get there Natasha starts doing work on her laptop and is just acting rlly disconnected and it’s results in them having an argument. But really Natasha is planning on proposing so that’s why she’s been so busy. And then the next day they make up and then in the evening Natasha proposes to the reader and it’s all cute. Sorry if this is too long. But thank you anyway!!

Mia POV

“Nat? Come on, we’re gonna miss our Uber if you don’t hurry your happy ass up,” I yelled to my girlfriend. I was standing in front of our door, my bags packed for our trip. Natasha is taking me on a trip to Australia, our first trip together in over 2 years where neither of us plans to work. I started to make my way to our shared bedroom when my beautiful (and slow) girlfriend met me halfway. Despite only wearing casual clothes, just a pair of black jeans, my hoodie, a flannel over the sweatshirt, and a pair of boots, she looked ethereal. She is only slightly smaller than me but the hoodie she was wearing is a bit oversized on me so she looked tiny in the article of clothing. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m ready,” She joked, putting her bags next to mine, “Well come on! What was that about us being late?” she said with a smirk. About 10 minutes later, we were finally in the Uber and on the way to the airport. She had her headphones on and was scrolling on her phone but she was still listening as I told her about a new directing job one of my friends got. I met Natasha nearly 10 years ago when I was still in film school and was interning with one of the directors on Orange Is The New Black. I wanted to work on horror films but a crime show with some violence was the closest I could get at the time, though I don’t regret it at all. After striking up a conversation during a short break between takes, we became friends. I ended up working on the show until they ended it, creating a family-like bond between me and the cast and crew. In early 2019, after our last shoot day wrapped, Natasha showed up at my door (more than) slightly drunk and stated her feelings towards me in an adorably intoxicated way. She stayed over that night and we went on our first date the next day. It’s been 4 years since that date and I couldn’t be happier. I broke out of my thoughts as I got caught staring. “I see that my face is very interesting, but what’s got you all smiley?” She asked.

My face turned red, “Just thinking of you, baby,” I replied. 

“Ok, slow down there with the flattery.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. Our driver pulled up to the airport, and we got out. We checked our bags and went through security. I turned to look at Nat with a slight pout, “I’m hungry.”

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “Well, let’s go fix that, hun,” she checked her watch, “We got time.” She began steering me towards the various restaurants and places to get food, allowing me to make the final choice. 

-Time Skip-

We had a layover in Texas and decided to get food and drinks from the bar as it was a few hours later. I got a burger, Natasha got nachos, and we got a beer. Conversations flowed smoothly as we talked about anything from job offers to new movies releasing soon, even to our plans for the holidays. I had begun to infodump about a new horror movie I had seen when I looked over to see Nat staring at me as she was drinking, both intrigued by what I was talking about and shamelessly checking me out. I blushed but continued talking. Horror wasn’t Natasha’s favorite genre, but she still enjoyed it and enjoyed hearing my excitement talking about it. We sat there for a few hours until our next flight. The only downside of traveling to Sydney was the amount of time spent traveling. I was fully planning on passing out both on the plane and at our hotel when we got there. She hadn’t told me where in Sydney we were staying. I was a bit tipsy after a few drinks and was very tired after our day of traveling, so as we waited at the terminal, I laid my head on Nat’s shoulder and drifted off. About 20 minutes later, she gently shook me awake. “M? It’s time to get up, darling. They’re boarding. You can sleep on the plane, this next flight is over 12 hours,” She told me as I sat up and stretched. On the plane, I rested against Natasha again, and after we took off, she pulled me more into her. This was a little shocking as she wasn’t nearly as touchy as I was but I still accepted the affection.

 Many hours, movies, and snacks later, we arrived in Sydney. We left Texas at 10 p.m. and got to Sydney at about noon. Natasha had rented a car for the trip and after putting our bags in the back, she started towards our hotel. When we got there, I was shocked. The building was giant and beautiful (this is where they’re staying). I immediately took off my shoes and flopped onto the bed. Nat laughed lightly at my antics and put our stuff away before joining me on the bed. She pulled me into her and we sat in a comfortable silence as we both fell asleep. When woke up, it was dark out. I woke up first, got up, used the restroom, and changed into something new and not worn for over 20 hours straight. I turned back around to see my girlfriend staring at me. “What do you think you're looking at?” I asked with a smirk. 

She mirrored my expression and replied, “Admiring my love.”

“You trying to get into my pants, Lyonne?” I joked.

“Always, beautiful,” She replied, as she stood up and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck. I turned around in her hold and leaned my head against her shoulder. I breathed in her scent, a woodsy, musky scent mixed with the slight lingering scent of cigarettes. She had quit earlier this year but the smell still stuck to some of her shirts. She walked away from me to change as well and one of my siblings texted me. As I replied to my sister, Nat walked up next to me. “You wanna go get dinner?” She asked. 

“Sure. Just let me finish texting Luna back and I’ll be ready,” I responded. She nodded in acknowledgment and walked to put her shoes on. I sent the text, slipped on my shoes, and went to grab my wallet when Nat pulled me back.

“I’m paying so you don’t need your wallet, love,” She told me.

“How thoughtful,” I replied and kissed her cheek, “Thank you, Bubba.” She grabbed my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips before leading me out the door. She took me to a steakhouse and an ice cream shop for dessert. I paid my gratitude through kisses and the atmosphere was peaceful and loving.

-Time Skip-

So, we have been in Sydney for a couple of days, and for the past couple of days, Natasha hasn’t been herself. She is extra affectionate and then just blows me off for a little bit. She also isn’t nearly as talkative nor has she seemed like her normal funny self. She’s been closed off and it’s honestly, kind of bumming me out. But I had been determined to make this trip better and remained optimistic. Well, that is until the 4th day. I woke up to an empty bed, something that had become more and more normal on this trip, and I got up to go find my partner. I found her working on her laptop, and this set me over the edge. “Really, Natasha?” I asked annoyed, as I rolled my eyes. She looked up at me, shocked. I rarely ever used her full name when talking to her and when I did, it was never in an annoyed tone. “You promised me that you wouldn’t work on this trip at all! And maybe I would have less of a problem with it if you weren’t actively pushing me away! You barely even look my way anymore! Did I do something? You seemed fine before we left,” I ranted, more than a little bit angry. Nat looked a bit stunned at my sudden outburst. 

“N-no. You didn’t do anything. I just need to finish this thing and then we can go do something,” She said, trying to comfort me. 

“It’s fine, Natasha. Don’t let me stop your work. I’m going out, so I’ll be back later,” I said, not wanting to hear a half-assed explanation. I quickly changed and walked towards to door. Natasha was waiting by the door looking like a kicked puppy. “Nat, move. I just need to leave for a little bit to clear my head so I don’t say something I don’t mean,” I told her, still outwardly mad. She frowned but still wouldn’t meet my eyes as I walked out of the door. I went to a local coffee shop and stayed there for a few hours. Natasha tried to call me a few times but I ignored them all and turned off my phone. As I turned my phone back on, I saw one text from her. It said ‘Let me make it up to you by letting me take you out to dinner tonight, ok? We’ll go to a nice restaurant. I’m getting ready now so that you don’t have to see me before dinner. We can meet at the restaurant and I’ll leave you the car so you can drive. I love you, angel. I’m sorry. I hope you meet me.’ I couldn’t say no to dinner, I wanted an explanation. So I got up, threw my cup away, and walked back to our hotel room. I walked into the empty room and started to get ready. I put on my outfit (either a black suit or a black dress, whichever you want) and finished fixing my appearance. I got the car keys and walked out to the car. Inside the car, on the dash, there was a letter. My name was scrawled on the front in Natasha’s slightly messy writing. It had the address of the restaurant as well as another apology. The restaurant was about 20 minutes from the hotel and looked beautiful and high-end. I parked and got out and saw my girlfriend wearing a beautiful black dress. She didn’t wear them very often but she always looked stunning in them; even more so now as the sun was setting behind us, covering her in golden hour lighting. She smiled as I walked up to her and linked her arm with mine. We walked in and were seated quickly. They took our orders and we were sitting in a tense silence.

Natasha spoke first, “Alright before you spend this whole night glaring at me, let me explain. The reason that I was on my computer was because I was working out the pickup time details for this…” She trails off, reaching into her bag and pulling out a ring box. She opened it to reveal a beautiful engagement ring. “I had been looking for the perfect ring for a while and when I found this one, I fell in love. I was already planning on taking you somewhere and when I found out that it was made in Australia, I knew it was a match made in heaven. But, I’m still sorry. I promised absolutely no work and I still had my focus on my screens instead of you, so I don’t want you to feel bad, you didn’t ruin anything and I’m not upset,” She finished, and my face was bright red and my mouth opened. Despite her saying it wasn’t a big deal, I still felt terrible.

“I’m so so sorry-”

“No. No apologizing, you did nothing wrong. Now, time for the age-old question,” She joked, trying to make me feel better, “I would get on one knee, but I don’t think that your anxiety wants that in public, so imagine it. Mia Davis, the love of my life, the person I met while filming a criminal lesbian porno, the person who has always been there for me, will you please marry me?”

“Of course, crazy! Did you really think there would be another answer?! I love you!” I exclaimed. She hugged me, slipped the ring on my finger, and kissed me. 

As we sat back down, she answered me, “To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure that you would say yes after this morning,” she told me, looking sheepish.

“Baby, couples fight, you know this. I know we don’t very often, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you,” I said, smiling at her. The rest of the night went amazing and I was lucky enough to go back to our hotel, with my fiance.

#natasha lyonne #natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Good Morning To You

Reader wakes up next to their two girlfriends.

Mia POV

The sunlight peeked through the slit in the curtains of my girlfriends’ and my room. I opened my eyes to reveal beautiful sage skin. I nuzzled my face into her arm, so she put her arm over my chin. To my right, faded pink and blue hair was splayed out my chest, a pale arm around my waist. Harls was in the middle of me and Ives. Both of my girlfriends were still asleep; they looked peaceful like we were the only people in this world. I traced Harley’s tattoos on her thighs, arms, and chest; the tattoos that I knew by heart. She was only wearing a bra and panties, Ivy wearing similar attire. Harley and I had a special love of tattoos that we shared. Whenever either one of us has a particularly bad day, we go with the other as support for the new ink. However, that doesn’t mean that Ivy doesn’t love our tattoos either. Pam loves the tattoos on the back of my neck and behind my ears. She can often be found kissing or tracing the moth on my neck or the flowers hiding behind my ears. She just doesn’t like getting them as much, she likes to keep her skin more clear. Harley, however, prefers the sword and snake between my breasts and the roses on the side of my ribs. I love the diamonds that lay all over her skin. The large repeating shapes have always appealed to me, though I don’t know why. Ivy doesn’t have any big tattoos besides a singular rose on her left ankle. That one is courtesy of Pamela Isly while she was still in college, though it’s typically hidden by socks or pants. I turn to look back and my girlfriends’ faces to find stunning emerald eyes staring back at me. She offers me a sleepy smile and a yawn. I must look like a goof smiling at my girl yawning, but love makes you do strange things I suppose. Ivy and I whisper for a few minutes before I decide to get up. I carefully roll over and gently put my feet on the cold floor; it feels like a slightly cruel, wake-up call. Ivy watches as I stand up, I’m in an oversized ‘Silence Of The Lambs’ shirt that rises as I turn and stretch. I wink at Pam, who’s still staring, and walk into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for me and Harley and the kettle for Ivy, she prefers tea to coffee sometimes so whoever wakes up always puts it on for her. As the coffee is done and the water is hot, I pour myself a cup and sit in a chair that looks out the window with a book. I moved in with Harley and Ivy, who still lived in what was once Ivy’s apartment, so there were lots of windows, and one day, I just dragged the chair over so I could look at the city and read. They sat there sometimes as well, but this was my spot. On my days off, I will often just sit here the whole day. Though, I do sometimes move to the couch to watch movies. As a neurodivergent introvert, it was important to all of us that I have my own space to call my own. Harley sometimes sits on my lap and Ivy even once, but they always ask before doing so. Despite what they do for work, they are some of the kindest and most respectful people. We were a little concerned at the beginning of our relationship about how others would react. None of us had been in a poly relationship before and we were just a little anxious, but now, 10 months in, most of that anxiety is gone. My girls joined me in the living room soon after. Harley had added fuzzy socks to her outfit to fight off the chilly weather. Outside, you could see the changing colors of the leaves. Fall is the season that all 3 of us love the most. We love Halloween and horror movies, cold weather and warm snuggles, hot drinks and cold cheeks. What’s not to love? Harley put on one of her few calm music playlists for some background noise as Ivy sat on the couch and Harley plopped onto her lap. Harls was also the first to break the silence. 

“So, are you gonna sit over there, all alone and cold? Or are you gonna come over here and get cuddled while we watch that Halloween baking show you love?” She asked, smiling. I smiled back.

“I think I’ll join you cuties,” I joked slightly, getting up and sitting on the couch next to Ives, allowing Harley to drape her legs over my lap and Ivy to put her hand on my exposed thigh under the blanket we were all sharing. The blanket was yellow, orange, and red and reminded me of the leaves falling outside our window. Gotham didn’t have too many trees that still looked good, but any fall leaves are better than none I suppose. Bud and Lou, those lazy boys, were still lying in their beds in our room and my cats were lying in their tree and on one of their various shelves around our living room. The boys were a bit confused when I brought my girls, Starling and Salem, to live with us and while they were well-behaved, they had made the hyena uncomfortable for a little bit. But now, they are like good friends, and often, you can find them lying together on our bed. The room was captured in a comfortable silence, the only thing making a sound was the TV and Starling, who had jumped up on my lap, purring. As we watched our show, Bud and Lou had trotted out to greet us and lay next to our feet on the ground. This morning had been calm and serene. Not every morning is, and I don’t know where our lives are going to take us, but I do know that there’s no one else I would rather be with. In chaos and in health, good morning to you.

#harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x harley x reader #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy x harley quinn

[multiphandommess]

Ray / Multiphandommess’s Masterlist

Who I Write For

Stella Carlin 

New Beginnings (And Burgers)

Charlie Cale

There’s No Ace In Detective

Nothing Good On The Radio

Jaxx Herd

Exams And Fish Tacos

Kate Kane

Heart-Shaped Batarangs (Finished) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Nicky Nichols

Hospital Visits

Help Leads To Something More - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Victoria De Angelis

Meeting For The First Time - Part 1

Harlivy 

Good Morning To You

Natasha Lyonne

Trouble In Paradise

Grievances

Anxious

Jealous

#kate kane x reader #charlie cale x reader #stella carlin x reader #victoria de angelis x fem reader #nicky nichols x reader #jaxx herd x reader #poison ivy x harley x reader #natasha lyonne x reader

[multiphandommess]

Help Leads To Something More - Chapter 4 - Red's Approval

Red interrogates Liv, Nicky and Liv make up

Olivia POV

I walked back into Litchfield Penitentiary. We solved the case a couple of days ago and caught the killer, so now I’m coming to update Nicky. This time, the guards left me in one of the hallways while they went to go get Nicky. I was standing looking at my phone, when a red haired woman approached me.

“You Brown?” She asked.

“Um, yes. I’m Agent Brown. Who are you?” I replied.

“I’m Red, and the girl you’re playing just so happens to be my daughter. Leave Nicky alone,” She said.

“Wait, you think I’m playing her?” I asked. She nodded. “The fuck? I’m not toying with her at all. She asked for my number and I gave it to her. She asked me to let her know how the case ends and I’m here letting her know. I haven’t done anything except for what she’s asked. If I was planning on ghosting her or never talking to her again, I would have given her a fake number. However, you would know that that’s my real number if she had actually called me,” I replied, angry. She wouldn’t stop asking for my number, and after I gave it to her, she never used it. This always happens to me. Everytime I actually like someone they don’t like me back.

Red seemed a little shocked at my rant. I guess she expected me to agree with her and tell her I was messing with Nicky.

“Um, I didn’t know that,” She said.

“Yeah,” I replied. Just then, Nicky came down the hallway.

“Really Red?! Again?! I thought I told you to leave them alone! Even if she came!” Nicky said, livid.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. She didn’t say anything insulting or anything,” I told Nicky, my hands on her rapidly heaving shoulders. The guard told me to take my hands off and for both of us to follow him into the meeting room. Nicky rolled her eyes and walked into the room. She, once again, sat opposite to me, across the silver table. “So,” I said, “Apparently, Red thinks that I’m toying with you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” She replied, looking down, ashamed.

“Y’know, if you had actually called me, you’d know that that number’s mine. I’m not trying to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, just want to make sure that you know that I’m not fucking with you or anything,” I told her.

“Ok, thanks. Honestly, I let their opinions get the better of me, and for that I’m sorry,” She replied.

“Don’t apologize. I get that it doesn’t look the best from your standpoint. Anyway, I’m here today to let you know that we caught the killer. Your former dealer, King, only kinda knew the person, but he was still able to help us and the murderer is off the streets,” I said.

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it, Agent Hottie,” She said, relaxing more. I could tell that all of this was stressing her out and that she wasn’t herself, but the more we talked, the more comfortable she became. We talked for about an hour before I had to go and fly back to Quantico.

“Well, Nicky Nichols, it’s been a ride,” I said smirking and standing up from my chair.

“It surely has,” She said, mirroring my smirk. There wasn’t a guard in the room, so Nicky pulled me into a short kiss. “That is to tide me over for the 2 years until I get out,” She said.

I blushed, not really knowing what to say. “Well alright then,” I said, “Goodbye for now, Nick. Call me soon.”

#nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols #oitnb

[multiphandommess]

Help Leads To Something More - Chapter 3 - Red's Disapproval

Red finds out about the exchange of numbers

Nicky POV

I was walked back to my cell before being released. Typically, they don’t walk us to and from the rooms, but they walked me with cuffs since it was the FBI. After I was released, I went to the kitchens to talk to Red. I don’t know why I was so adamant to get her number. I just…wanted it? I don’t know, but I make Red unpack it with me later. I might call the FBI agent later. What was her name? Baker? Bell? I can’t remember, but let’s hope that she wrote it on the paper. I walked into the kitchen where Red was finishing up lunch. “Hey, ma. How’s it going?” I asked her.

“It’s going fine. Where’d you run off to earlier, Babushka?” She replied.

“Some agents from the FBI wanted to talk to me about King,” I said.

“FBI?” She asked.

“Yea. He must’ve done something to piss ‘em off. I think they said somethin' about murder and bodies, but I don’t know. Also, I got a hot agent's number,” I said. This caused the well-put-together and stoic Red to drop the knife she was holding.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” She asked, exasperated. “What? She was hot and flirted back. So I got her number,” I replied in a monotone.

“She’s gonna fuck you over, kid,” Alex said, walking in and sitting on the counter next to me.

“Eh, I’ve already been fucked over my whole life, at least she’s hot,” I said, jumping off the counter as Luschek came into the kitchen and told me that the dryer was broken again.

A few hours later, it was dinner time. I was sitting at our normal table with our family but I wasn’t paying attention to the conversations happening around me. I was more focused on what Alex said. I usually got a pretty good read on people and Brown didn’t seem like the kind of person to fuck anyone over. I kept fidgeting with the slip of paper in my pocket. I was planning on calling her tomorrow, but I was starting to question that decision. What I didn’t see was that everyone kept looking at me since I was zoned out and not listening to anything other than my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“You ok, Nicky?” Piper asked me

“Oh, yeah,” I replied, “Just thinking.”

“You? Thinking? That’s scary,” Alex commented. I just flipped her off. “You thinking about the hot FBI chick?” She asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Alex. Just because your relationship is dysfunctional, doesn’t mean everyone wants one too,” I said, angry. I dumped my tray and walked back to my cell, leaving a table of confused people in my wake. I don’t normally get explosively mad and ever at Specs. I tried not to focus on that as I walked. I got to my cell, turned on my radio, and lay on my bed, face down. I lay there for a while until I heard screaming. I sat up before realizing that the yelling came from Red. I walked out to see Red yelling at the FBI agents down the hallway. I walked to them and stepped between them. “Alright, alright. There’s no need to yell. Red, it’s ok, they just want to ask questions and then they’ll go,” I said, raising my eyebrows, leaning in, and whispering to Red, “She’s not here.”

They asked a few more questions before I was released once again. I found Red in the hallway. “Hey, so, um, what the fuck was that?” I questioned, sarcastically.

“What do you mean?” Red replied.

“Yelling at federal agents?!” I yelled.

“What if she was there?”

“Why would it matter? Who cares if I were to be into her? The only reason you think she’s going to fuck me over is because of what Alex said, but what if she doesn’t? Huh? If she does, then that’s that. But if she doesn’t, I get someone who cares about me who isn’t in our family, " I said" “Maybe she would help me kick heroin. We don’t know because nothing has even happened yet.”

Red didn’t speak for a moment, not liking that I called her out. “...Fine, but if you get fucked over, don’t come to me,” She replied, walking away. I went to bed upset that Red was pissed and I was still questioning calling the girl.

#nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols #oitnb

[multiphandommess]

Help Leads To Something More - Chapter 2 - Mr. King

Nicky gets Liv's trust, and something else

Olivia POV

“So, is there anything else you can tell us about him?” I asked her.

“If I answer, can I get your number?” She replied, a smirk on her face.

“No. I’m not going to give you my number as a prize. If you wanted it that bad, you should have just asked. Now, what car was he usually in?” I said, rolling my eyes. I wasn’t going to be treated as a prize to get an inmate to talk. If necessary, we could go to another one of King’s former buyers for this information.

Nicky dropped the smirk. “Alright then, playing hard to get I see,” She said, her seemingly signature smirk reappearing, “Well that won’t be an issue, I’m told that I can be very charming.”

“Sure you are. I told you, don’t win me over. Just ask,” I said, kinda pissed now.

“Alright alright, first let me tell you more about King before you get your panties in a knot,” She spoke, “He drove a white sedan, with the aforementioned stickers on the back, I don’t remember the plate though. He always parked in the street, never a parking lot or driveway, even if we asked him to drop some off at a house party.”

“Thank you,” I said, standing up.

“Wait, you said if I ask I could get your number. Is that offer still on the table?” Nicky asked.

“...That is what I said isn’t it,” I said, slightly smirking. I ripped off a piece of paper and jotted my number down. “You’d better hide that somewhere ‘cause I don’t want questions on why an inmate has my number,” I joked.

“You bet,” She replied, smirking as well, “Alright Agent Hottie, are we done here?”

“Yes. Thank you, Nicky, for all of your help,” I said, genuinely.

“You’ll have to come back and let me know what happens,” She told me as she was walked out of the interrogation room by a guard.

“Will do, Nichols,” I replied, pulling out my phone to call Hotch and let him know I was done. Emily came and picked me up and we started the 3-hour drive back to NYC.

#nicky nichols #nicky nichols x reader #oitnb

[multiphandommess]

Help Leads To Something More - Chapter 1 - The Case

Nicky helps out the BAU with a murder case involving her former dealer. When she flirts with one of the agents, will she get her number? Or will she get told off?

I didn't know what to title this thing, so sorry that it sucks, but I will change it if I get a better idea.

Olivia POV

This case was not easy to stomach or solve. 4 dead, no leads, hot NYC summer, this one was brutal. Even sweet JJ was fed up. We spent as much time as possible in the NYC police station and FBI building to stay out of the heat. It was me, Derek, Spencer, Emily, and Rossi all sitting around a conference table trying to put at least something together. Emily and JJ had just got back from one of the scenes and the body was decomposing so rapidly, we couldn’t get anything from it. All we got was an ID and a phone number that traces back to a burner phone. All hope was lost. That is until a junkie was arrested and also had the same phone number on him. After a lengthy integration (we had to wait a while for him to sober up enough for us to even ask his name) he revealed that the number belonged to his dealer. We didn’t have a name, but at least we had an occupation. After putting the number into the police database (their computers were conveniently down when we first got the number) we got a hit on another drug user case from a few years prior. A woman was picked up and only had an ID and the dealer's number on her. Luckily for us, she was in a women's prison in upstate New York, so me and Morgan went to pay her a visit. We drove almost 3 hours to Albany to visit Litchfield Women’s Facility. We walked in, showed our badges, went through the normal procedure, and walked down to a meeting room where inmate Nichols would be waiting for us. We walked in to find a very attractive woman with wild blonde hair, sitting in a chair in front of the table she was cuffed to.

“Miss Nichols? I’m Agent Morgan and this is Agent Brown, we’re with the FBI and we have a few questions about your former drug dealer.” Morgan said.

“Ah, do you now? Well as long as the hottie talks instead, I’m all ears,” Nichols replied.

“Alright well, can you confirm your name for us?” I asked.

“Nicole Nichols, but everyone calls me Nicky,” She answered.

“Thank you. Now what can you tell us about your former dealer?” Morgan asked.

“Ah, ah, ah. I said that the agent hottie can talk but not you,” Nichols stated. Morgan rolled his eyes.

“Alright, well can you at least tell me his name?” I asked.

“We called him Stephen King, but I don’t know his real name. We called him that because on his car was an IT and a Pet Sematary stickers, and that's how we knew it was him pulling up,” Nichols replied.

I turned to Morgan, “Wasn’t the card his number was identified as a page out of the IT book?” I asked.

“That makes more sense now,” He replied.

I turned back to Nicky, “Can you give us a description of Mr. King?”

“Sure, cutie. He’s about six feet tall, got short blonde hair, wore a black hoodie and jeans every time I saw him, white, and I think blue eyes,” She told us.

“Would you mind talking to a sketch artist?” I asked her.

“As long as I get something out of this,” She requested.

“Your sentence has 5 years left, right?” I asked. She nodded. “I think we could take a couple of those off as long as you tell us the location where you always met him as well as the sketch,” I suggested. Morgan agreed.

“Well you get that in writing, and bring the sketch man in here, and you got a deal,” She replied.

We walked out of the room, told a guard to keep inmate Nichols in the meeting room, and called Hotch. We explained the deal with Nichols and after the deal was typed up and sent to us, we called the sketch artist. 45 minutes later, Nichols, the artist, and I were in the room with me and the artist sitting opposite Nicky. Morgan was called back to a new scene in NYC, leaving me at the prison with no car. After the contract was signed, the sketch drawn, and his usual location received, the artist left. I decided to make use of my being stranded and I decided to continue to ask Nicky about Stephen.

#nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols #oitnb

[multiphandommess]

Meeting For The First Time - Chapter 1 - Vic's GF

Vic's gf meets the rest of Måneskin for the first time

3rd - POV

Victoria De Angelis met Eva during Måneskin’s month vacation in LA. Eva lived and worked in the city as a filmmaker and actor. Vic quickly fell in love and even though they lived miles away in different timezones, they called and FaceTimed each other daily as well as hundreds of texts sent all of the time. Naturally, this made the other members extremely curious about why Vic went out of the room to answer calls, always texting, and smiling at her phone. She was still like herself, but there were a few things that felt weird to the guys. A couple of weeks after their relationship went fully long-distance, she finally told the boys the reason behind her strange behavior. They were very happy for her but now they were bugging her about meeting her girlfriend.

After over 4 months of dating, Vic got a text from Eva saying that she would be in Europe for film festivals, most notably the Venice Film Fest. This meant she would be in Italy and was planning to take a couple of weeks off to spend time with Victoria. Vic jumped at the opportunity and offered for Eva to stay at the Måneskin house so that she could meet the rest of the band and they could stay in the same household to help make up for lost time. Eva agreed and Vic offered to pick her up from the train station. When Vic told the rest of the band that Eva was coming to stay with them, the boys were all excited to finally see the person that Vic had fallen for in such a short time.

A few weeks later, in early September, the day after the film festival, Eva was on the train to Rome. As she got off the train, she looked around for Victoria. However, the bassist beat her to it. A body collided with hers and she looked down to see the blonde bangs and blue eyes of her girlfriend staring back at her.

“Buongiorno, mi bella! I missed you,” Vic exclaimed into Eva’s shoulder.

“Hi, darling. I missed you too! How are you?” Eva replied, wrapping her arms around Vic, pulling her in closer, and topping it off with a kiss. “How’s the new album coming?” Eva asked.

“It’s going well. We have about half of it done. Are you ready to meet the guys?” Vic replied.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I think,” Eva said. Vic walked them over to her car, they got in and started making their way to the Måneskin house.

#victoria de angelis x reader #victoria de angelis imagine #victoria de angelis x fem reader #victoria de angelis #måneskin

[multiphandommess]

Hospital Visits

Nicky Nichols X Reader

TW - OD'ing

Reader has to leave a case debriefing because Nicky is in the Hospital for OD'ing

Delilah POV

I woke up to the sunlight shining through the curtains. I turned over to see my beautiful girlfriend Nicky. She was gorgeous with the sun shining across her face, her curly hair spread around her head, and she looked serene and the most calm I had ever seen her. Unfortunately, my alarm went off, breaking the peace, though luckily, Nick stayed asleep. I got up, changed into my work clothes, and went into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. As I finished my cup and got my gun and badge, arms snaked around my waist.

“You weren’t planning on leaving without saying goodbye, were you, Lilah?” Nicky said, her distinctive rasp even more apparent with her morning voice.

“Of course not, darling. I need my morning kisses too, you know,” I replied. I turned around in her arms and put my arms around her neck. She smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss. As we pulled away and I went to put my cup in the sink, she straightened out my blazer, gave me one more kiss, and walked back into our bedroom. She was wearing my shirt and her underwear, “Nice ass, Nichols,” I called after her. She turned around, blew me a kiss, and continued into our room. I finished getting my things and walked out of my apartment.

Our day had been slow with only paperwork and no cases, that is until after lunch. We got called into the meeting room and Penelope started the debriefing. “Is that a-” I got cut off by my phone ringing. The caller ID said “George Washington University Hospital” and I knew that that was a hospital near my home. I picked up.

“Is this SSA Delilah Brown?” A nurse asked.

“Yes this is, is there something wrong?” I replied.

“Your girlfriend, Nicky Nichols, overdosed this morning at around 10 a.m.”

“WHAT?!” I said shocked

“She is alright and was moved out of the ICU 30 minutes ago. She is awake and is asking for you,” The nurse told me.

“Um, alright. Let her know I’ll be there in 45 minutes,” I said.

“Alright, I will,” She replied.

“Thank you,” I said, “Goodbye.” I sat there for a moment still trying to process things before I gathered my things to leave. “Hotch, Nicky OD’d and I have to go,” I said. Hotch was the only one who knew of my relationship because I didn’t want judgment for dating a former felon.

“Ok. I thought she stopped using,” He replied. “Me too,” I sighed, running my hands through my hair, “I’ll probably be spending a few days in the hospital so if you need anything on this case, call me, I’ll do my best to help.”

I walked into the hospital and went up to the front desk. “Can you tell me what room Nicky Nichols is in, please? I’m her girlfriend,” I asked.

“Floor 5, Room 606,” She replied.

“Thank you,” I said. I got up to her floor and walked to her room. I knocked on the door and heard a raspy “Come in”.

“Aww, baby. How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“A little better,” She said, her voice a little slurred, “Can you lay with me, please?”

I walked over to her side, put my bag down on a chair, and lay down next to her on the bed. She leaned into my chest.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t want to use again but I just…had to…” Nicky said, ashamed.

“I know, darling. I’m not mad at you, I promise. All this means is that we need to try rehab or therapy again. Relapsing is a part of it and that's okay. I know that it is off-putting and makes you feel bad but you are strong. I know that I sound annoyingly sappy but sometimes sap is necessary,” I told her.

“Normally I don't like it, but it’s comforting right now,” She replied.

“That’s good, but you should get some rest. I’ll be here, love,” I said.

After a couple of days, the team was back from the case. I helped the team as much as I could from Nicky’s room. A nurse came in and said that a group of FBI agents wanted to come in and see us. “Do you want to meet my team, baby?” I asked. I was still lying next to her.

“Um, sure,” She replied.

The team walked in and said hi. I was honestly really excited for the two most important parts of my life, my work family and the love of my life coming together finally felt almost unreal.

“Hi! You’re so pretty. I knew that Lilah would date someone pretty but you’re so beautiful! I love your hair,” Penny squealed.

The team stayed for about an hour and then the visiting hours ended, and they left.

“So, what did you think of my team?” I asked.

“I think I’ll get along with Morgan and Emily really well but I had a good time meeting them,” Nicky said, “I know that you had a lot of fun too because you had the biggest smile I’ve seen on your face.” She had a teasing smile on her face.

“I did enjoy it,” I admitted, “So, how does pasta at Rossi’s next week sound?"

#nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols #oitnb

[multiphandommess]

Heart-Shaped Batarangs Chapter 4

Finale

3rd - POV

“I’m sorry for him,” Catherine said. After Mary came in and hugged the couple, she revealed that Catherine wanted to talk to them. They agreed, as long as she knew that they weren’t going to apologize for anything said. To their surprise, Catherine was on their side. “I’ve never gotten his disdain for your sexuality or your girlfriends,” She admitted, “And after his antics this morning, I can’t even imagine what that felt like to see that. I don’t think that you guys should be excluded from anything, especially for something as ridiculous as identity.” 

“Thank you but the thing I want to point out is that, no you don’t know what it's like. Neither does he. That’s why it makes me so upset,” Kate replied, “Unless you are gay, you don’t know what it's like to be gay. It seems so simple but for some reason, it’s not.” 

“I know. That’s why I’m so annoyed with Jacob over this. I love him, I really do, but I don’t think he truly understands that by acting this way, he is just ruining your guys’ relationship,” Catherine stated. 

“Then you understand why we are leaving,” Kate said, a little bit harsher than she expected.

“I do, we both do, well me and Mary that is,” Catherine replied.

“Thank you, truly,” Lexi spoke, relieved.

“Do you guys need any help moving your bags?” Mary asked.

When they brought their bags down, Jacob wasn’t there anymore. Jack offered his help and they agreed. As they brought their last bags down, Jacob walked back into the room and yelled, “Are you kidding me, Kate? Really? Stop being so dramatic. I’m sorry that your toy wasn’t invited to movie night but this is ridiculous!”

“My toy?! You will not talk about my FIANCÉ like that!” Kate yelled back. At the mention of the word fiancé, Jacob and Catherine’s eyes grew wide.

“WHEN THE HELL WERE YOU PLANNING ON TELLING ME YOU WANTED TO GET MARRIED?! HUH?!” Jacob shouted.

“No, I’m done! You can’t make these choices for me! It’s MY choice, MY choice to date Lexi, MY choice to buy a ring, MY fucking choice to get down on one knee! I didn’t choose to be gay, I didn’t choose to fall in love, but I did choose to both accept it and to be okay with both of those things! I’m sorry that you're disappointed in me, but I don’t care anymore. I’m done,” Kate said, turning, wrapping an arm around Lexi’s waist, and walking out the door. They stood outside the door for a few minutes to calm down.

“Thank you for standing up for me, darling,” Lexi said, hugging Kate and rubbing her back to comfort her. They stood there for another minute, just processing what was said mere minutes before. The peace was interrupted by the door next to them, opening. To their surprise, Mary, Catherine, and Jack, all walked out. Mary and Catherine had suitcases and they could hear Jacob yelling from inside the open door. 

“Everything ok?” Kate asked.

“Yep, I just couldn’t stand him after your argument so I decided to stay in a hotel for a little bit and mom agreed and asked if she could come with me. I thought you guys had left already though,” Mary replied.

“We were just heading out. Well if we stay in the same hotel we could go out for dinner together if you would like.” Kate said.

“We would appreciate that. Thank you, Kate,” Catherine replied. The group walked to a hotel a few minutes from the Kane residence, and after getting a room and settling in, they went to dinner at a restaurant in their hotel.

A couple of days later, Catherine had talked to Jacob and decided that he was sorry enough for her to go back home. She left with congratulations to the engaged couple and another apology for her husband’s behavior. Mary had gone back to working in her make-shift clinic but said that she doesn’t think that she forgive her step-dad anytime soon. 

“Well, at least we get a proper movie day now,” Kate said with a laugh. She and Lexi were lounging on the king-sized hotel bed and watching many horror movies. 

“That’s true,” Lexi replied, “I’m sorry we couldn’t tell your parents that we are getting married in the way we wanted to and I’m sorry that your relationship is now officially ruined because of me but, that will be an interesting story to tell.”

#kate kane x reader #kate kane