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starkillerbass · 4 days
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Realisation
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Rizzles fanfic, fluff, admitting feelings
Rizzles fanfic, just a little something, no warnings apply, just a lot of thinking on Janes part
Jane gets hurt on a case and Maura is acting distant. Jane has a lot to think about and a visit to Mauras house reveals a lot of things.
Jane sitting in a hospital bed, absolutely annoyed by the fact that she has to be here and that not just Korsak and Frost made her come here but mostly that Maura had basically pushed her in the ambulance.
Yes, Jane had been shot but it had hit her vest. Literally nothing had happened. She was gonna have a big fat bruise and nothing more.
There was no reason to stress out about this little incident. Jane had expected it from Korsak and Frost, make her follow protocol and all that but Maura normally at least gave her a chance to try ans talk herself out if it.
More often than not Maura made her go to the hospital, get checked out even when Maura already knew everything was fine. She just cared a lot. But she also always gave Jane the benefit of the doubt and let her go a few hours before going to the hospital.
Today was different somehow. They went in to apprehend a suspect, they knew very well that the suspect would be armed and Jane knew the risk of going into the room first. Of course the take down didn’t go as planned and Jane got a bullet straight to her chest. Good thing she was wearing the vest.
It wasn’t even hard enough to knock her out or anything. Just a second after she fired at him, disarming him and arresting him with the help of the boys. Everything was alright and nothing big happened.
But over the last few weeks, well maybe months, Maura had been acting a bit different. At first Jane had written it off as Maura being Maura. Maura was just special and Jane loved that about her. So it wasn’t that weird for her to be a bit different than normal.
When it just didn’t stop with the little things Jane had to start thinking about it. She thought that maybe she had done something wrong. So Jane actually went to Mauras damn yoga class with her. Jane brought flowers whenever she went over to Mauras place. Jane actually tried to cook something healthy when Maura came over to visit her.
Jane has tried everything she could think of to make whatever was going on go away again. But Maura continued to act different. Their banter didn’t feel the same and somehow there was always tension whenever they were in each others space.
Maura had even thrown Jane out of the morgue some days because apparently Jane was distracting and Maura needed to focus.
Their nights together on each others couches ended more often than not with Maura leaning against Jane but never talking and then suddenly scooting away again. Like something in Janes demeanor or in Mauras head made her want to get away.
And now Maura basically pushed her in the ambulance. She didn’t even drive with her in the ambulance. Normally Maura would let her credentials and medical degree play and make people let her in the ambulance. Not once leaving Jane alone.
Now apparently there was no reason anymore not to leave Jane alone. Maura had pushed her away again and again and again and Jane didn’t understand why.
Maura was always so close to her and so worried and she still looked so worried, maybe even more so. Maura was as worried as ever and yet she acted so differently around Jane.
The doctors had taken some X-rays and checked if there were any signs of internal damage and obviously found nothing. So Jane was just sitting here waiting to be discharged.
The only person Jane wanted to see was Maura and Maura wasn’t here. Korsak had told her that Maira went straight to the lab got them the last pieces of the puzzle and went home.
Once Jane was discharged she got a cab to Mauras place. Jane was fuming. Jane was sad. Jane had no idea why she was so hurt by Mauras actions. Jane had no idea why Maira was acting that way. It irritated her not to know what was going on.
When Jane finally rang the bell she felt like running away. Maybe Mauras approach to whatever was going on was the right one. Just run away and worry later. But it was too late to run. Maura had already opened the door.
Red puffy eyes, wearing one of Janes old red sox sweatshirts and standing there in front of Jane with her hair messily down and her sleep shorts on.
She looked horrible. Well Maura was always beautiful and there was nothing more beautiful than the Maura that Jane got to see but with the red puffy eyes from crying she looked horrible. She looked horrible because she had been sad and Jane hated to see Maura like that.
„Jane, what are you doing here?“
„You didn’t come to the hospital.“ was Janes dumb reply, not knowing what to say and or what to talk about. With Maura having cried it felt wrong to confront her about something.
„I'm sorry Jane. Do you want to come in?“ Maura asked and already walked into her house, she just knew that Jane would follow. That Jane would always follow her and Jane knew it too. She would follow Maura everywhere.
„Maur, what's up with you lately?“ Jane finally asked after having closed the door and putting her jacket on the kitchen counter. Already walking over to where Maura was standing, ready to hug her if she wanted that.
„Nothing is up with me lately.“ She shot back, Jane was a bit taken back by her reaction but now also knew that there definitely was something going on.
„Maur, I know you. You’ve been so distant lately. I miss my best friend.“ Jane replied.
Maura took a deep breathe before walking towards Jane. Closing the rest of the distance between them. Jane was confused. She had no idea what it all meant.
„Jane, I'm sorry that I‘ve been distant but you are more than a friend to me. Lately it has been hard just to be your friend.“ Maura said.
And that was when it clicked for Jane. The cuddle sessions. The way they relied on one another. The way they trusted each other more than anyone. The way they were the talk of the department. The way it all had been true all along.
Maura wasn’t pushing her away because she disliked her or because Jane had done something. Maura was in love with her. Jane was distracting her. Jane was making her worry each and every day of their lives because she always risked her life for the people around her, not caring whether or not she came out alive.
When Jane was shot today Maura pushed her to get checked out because she cared so much, because she had been scared that Jane was gone forever and she couldn’t face her because then her facade had broken down.
Maura loved Jane and if Jane was honest with herself she loved her as well. Maura was the one person Jane wanted to do everything with and for. Jane loved every little thing and quirk about Maura. Jane didn’t just love her like a friend, not like a best friend, she loved her more than that.
Jane loved Maura as well. There was nobody she would do so much for. There was nobody she would rather have in her life. She wanted Maura in her life forever and always. And so far she hadn’t cared as what but now, now she wanted more.
„Maur, why didn’t you tell me?“ Jane dumbly asked. Not admitting her own feelings.
„Because I was and am afraid to lose you.“ Maura stated the obvious.
„You will never lose me. Maur, there is no one I would rather spend my life with than you.“ Jane admitted. Not saying her feelings out loud but making it clear what it meant. Making it clear that there was no need to worry because she felt the same thing.
And with that Maura closed the last rest of the distance. Softly kissing Jane.
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withgirl-sq · 5 months
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First attempt at Rizzles Fanfic
Snippet below, please let me know whether you would be interested in more? (The idea has a happy ending haha)
Dr Maura Isles hated Patrick Doyle.
That statement had once been complicated by the feeling that biology had to mean something, by the fact that he obviously cared about about her in his own twisted way born from a violent upbringing void of ‘normal’ love. She would toil over caring about a monster, about what it meant to be the progeny of a person who could take another life, who would be willing to cause the injuries she saw on a daily basis in excruciating detail.
It was somewhat comforting to discover that he lived by a code, that he would only go after the guilty and, even then, he would never hurt a woman or a child.
Any semblance of respect for the mob boss was abolished, however, upon discovering that there was one thing that would make him break his code.
Much to no one’s surprise, he had weasled his way out of custody based on a technicality, which had inexplicably made Maura happy at the time. If it were any other criminal, she would have bemoaned the American justice system’s penchant for allowing bad people to walk free if they had the funds, but this was her biological father.
After thinking that there was a chance that he wouldn’t survive his injuries, it was natural that she would be elated that he wouldn’t be given the death sentence, right? Even if it was because the state found it impossible to find anyone who would willingly testify against him.
Things had steeply gone downhill from there. It would become a sequence of events that she would recall each night as she stared at the ceiling of living room for hours on end.
She would analyse them in a futile attempt to discern whether it could have been avoided and she always came to the same conclusion.
If she had forgiven Jane Rizzoli, she would still be alive.
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performativezippers · 7 months
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unhinged queer women i love + tumblr text posts
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katebeckets · 21 days
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#married (15/?)
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midnight-love-song · 25 days
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Insane over them
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lovelydrusilla · 8 months
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"she is fierce and first to defend me in my moment of trouble or need. her wit and laughter sustain me and never come at my expense. and when we part, there is no sadness because our bond is always there. she is not just my friend, she is a gift, both precious and rare." maura's poem about jane (yeah you read that correctly) (and their faces while it's being read) in 6x16
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miz-chase · 1 year
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The FBIs DC hockey team, which is apparently named “Fed Cases”, has two players who tend to take exception when the other team plays dirty. This lands them both in the penalty box often and gives their spouses headaches.
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angieharmonfan · 1 year
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sonyapaxtonapologist · 11 months
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say what you will about rizzoli & isles but the show really Did Something every time jane showed some hidden depth that immediately got maura wet. jane being accepted into off-brand harvard, teaching tommy how to play chess, visiting the louvre, referencing jules verne, etc, etc. if this show gave me nothing else it gave me this
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superfandomcorp · 10 days
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akenya · 1 year
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Rizzoli and Isles is actually a show about a Queerplatonic Relationship.
Okay hear me out.
So, I always have shipped Rizzles. There are many MANY ways in which these are queer coded characters with a heavy romantic subtext, that a lot of the time honestly bleeds into the maintext. A lot of the actions and dialogue that we would typically interpret as romantic, especially between a hetero pairing, certainly works for this show. 
But I did a re-watch of the show recently, and while I still ship them romantically, I actually think what is being portrayed between them is something else. They are DEFINITELY more than friends; I mean they are life partners in every sense of the word. But the kind of dynamic that is CANONICALLY portrayed between Maura and Jane, is in fact, a Queerplatonic Relationship.
So here’s a working definition of the term for those who aren’t familiar with it: 
Queerplatonic relationships and queerplatonic partnerships are committed intimate relationships which are not romantic in nature. They may differ from usual close friendships by having more explicit commitment, validation, status, structure, and norms, similar to a conventional romantic relationship
I have actually experienced something like this, (and yes I’m going to get a bit anecdotally personal here; I’ll try not to be too long winded, but it’s relevant, I promise lol): 
I had an (unspoken) kind of relationship like this with my best friend in my early/mid 20s. We have been best friends since I was 11, but something definitely shifted when we became adults, and I have to say, I ended up, quite unexpectedly, being deeply in love with my best friend...platonically. I didn’t want to date her. I didn’t want to sleep with her. But, I was totally devoted to her and we were each other’s person for years. We were each other’s assumed plus one for everything, we regularly did dinner dates, we gave each other super sentimental cards and specialized gifts on birthdays, we also regularly did domestic shit together like grocery shopping, errands, chores, house projects; you name it, we had it/did it. I mean we were even each other’s phone background for a while lmao. We never lived together, but we had keys to each other’s places. 
Now a lot of this shit can happen and does happen in standard friendships (maybe not the phone background thing; that was super gay ngl hahaha), but the thing that made this different was the level of assumed partnership going on between us. And the...energy. We would stare deeply into each other’s eyes. We had that magnetic kind of magic with each other, like no matter where the other is in the room, we find our way back to each other. And people literally perceived us as a couple. Hell, my other friends teased us about it. 
Any of this sound familiar?
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Oh and I DO find her to be attractive and even sexy. And we flirted (still do lolol) a LOT. 
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But I didn’t ever really.....actually want to have sex with her. Not that I would’ve even necessarily been opposed to it, because we were so close, but it just, wasn’t ever a desire for me.
This was interesting to experience, because I do identify as a lesbian, I have been romantically attracted to people, sexually attracted to people, and the two, as society expects, do usually go hand in hand for me. But with her, I honestly could’ve seen forever; like being exactly as we were, as life partners, I could’ve even seen myself raising kids with her, and I would have been TOTALLY, GENUINELY content with it, ‘cause my relationship with her filled me up in a way nothing else has. This was confusing as all hell to me for a long time, because I didn’t have a name for this until recently when I learned about the concept of Queerplatonic Relationships which again supersede friendship and often are life partnerships, but aren’t inherently romantic or sexual, even though they are quite deep. I actually think QPRs speak to that “limitless” “otherwise undefinable” kind of relationship dynamic. 
Sooo - and I promise I’m wrapping my story up - when my bff met her current boyfriend, which is her first super serious adult relationship, I didn’t quite experience jealousy, I mean I always envisioned a romantic partnership for her, and I still want that for me! Buuuut...my feelings were complicated because it’s like...I had to mourn what I lost, as our dynamic inherently changed, and the fact that I wasn’t her person anymore. Weird thing to process indeed. Also *ahem* SOUND FAMILIAR?
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Without getting too carried away here (oh who am I kidding, I already have 😂) for comparison’s sake, I actually went through a crazy ass heartbreak with someone, also while I was in my mid 20s; someone to whom I WAS romantically, sexually, spiritually, connected and attracted. I mean I was IN LOVE with this woman and she broke my heart by not fully reciprocating my feelings and not wanting to be with me. I thought I was gonna die when we stopped talking. Hell, it’s been years and I still think about her. 
But if you were to ask me who the true love. of. my. life. has been so far...I’d pick my best friend! 
The funny thing is I think a LOT of women end up in these kinds of dynamics, ESPECIALLY queer women, maybe even more so queer women who form super close relationships to “straight” women (gotta put str8 in quotes ‘cause...this shit is inherently queer even though it’s not romantic/sexual). You all know what I’m talking about; You’d do anything for each other, there’s chemistry, connection, and care, yet it doesn’t quite fit into any box you try to give it. People read you as a couple. You know this about yourselves, and you just...accept it. Because what you have is actually beyond any label. You know?
Anyway, I think there’s actually something cool and radical about this and I know that queer people want and deserve romantic and sexual representation, but I think this IS an accurate kind of representation that happens all the time that isn’t appropriately covered or discussed in media.
In hindsight, I think that’s what really hooked me on R&I. I mean, I started watching ‘cause I thought they were lesbians, and I kept watching ‘cause I thought it would be canon! And yeah, I still think about what could’ve been with them: fanfiction is good for that. But why do I still watch the actual show? Well...I LIVED it. 
Now: do I think that Maura and Jane often tip the scales a lil’ TOOOOO far in the explicitly gay direction on this show? Oh hell yes! Do I think you can interpret them as two people who are madly in love, romantically, with each other, yet are too scared to do anything about it? Oh hell yes! Like I said I do ship Rizzles. BUT, if I’m honest about what is FULLY, CANONICALLY being portrayed, no subtext, ALL maintext: It’s 10000% a QPR. 
So no: Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli are certainly not JUST friends. They aren’t just colleagues, although their work relationship is just as powerful and awe inspiring as their personal one. They aren’t really like sisters, although they can quarrel like siblings at times. They aren’t truly romantic, although they are essentially life partners. They aren’t in a sexual relationship with each other; not that it couldn’t go there, but I also see how it wouldn’t need to go there, and how that doesn’t diminish the bond at all. They have something that I recognize -and something I think perhaps many of us recognize too- something beyond definition, because at the core of it they are true-blue soulmates who share a kind of unconditional love that is rarely found in ANY kind of relationship. If there is a definition that comes close to summing this kind of thing up: Queerplatonic Relationship is the answer!
Idk just felt like sharing this. Thanks for reading 🤓
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withgirl-sq · 3 months
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Any recs for Rizzles fics please? 🙏
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merlinm196 · 3 months
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Comfort character meme drawing everybody’s annoying mizu ahaha 2nd picture is there girlfriend waiting for them
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katebeckets · 22 days
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#married (14/?)
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bensonstablers · 4 months
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forget rachel green getting off the plane to paris so she can be with ross geller in friends...
the truly better paris related tv show ending goes to rizzoli and isles in which jane rizzoli pushes back her career plans to spend a month in paris with maura isles so they don't have to say goodbye
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