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plaidbooks · 1 year

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Warm It Up

A/N: Holy fuck, she remembers how to write!

Tags: some consensual touching

Words: idk I wrote it here--short

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @beardsanddetectives @reading—mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @crowleysqueenofhell @dreamlover31

Looking at your new dress, you knew you weren’t going to wear a bra with it. Thankfully, you had also bought nipple coverings with it; something you’ve never used before.

You opened the package and read the little instruction sheet inside. After wiping down the area around your nipples, you peeled off the protective plastic. What the instructions didn’t mention, however, was how cold the sticky material was to your skin.

You let out a hiss as you pressed the covers over your nipples; the cold was so much that it was almost painful.

“You okay, doll?” Sonny asked, sticking his head out of the bathroom. He was lucky enough to wear nice suits to work, so he didn’t need to change much for a dinner date. As such, he was basically ready while you were still getting dressed.

“Ah--the nipple covers are cold,” you complained, goosebumps blooming on your arms.

Sonny stepped out of the bathroom, coming up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your body, his palms cupping the nipple covers, holding your chest in his hands.

“There--let me warm them up for ya,” he murmured directly into your ear. Then he gave you a kiss underneath your earlobe.

That was Sonny--your Sonny--always trying to help without realizing just how sexy he was. A small whimper escaped your throat as you leaned back against his clothed chest.

“That,” he huffed, “was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

His lips trailed down your neck to your shoulder, his fingers starting to squeeze your tits. You moaned this time, head falling back against him.

“W--we’re going to be late to our res--reservations,” you reminded him.

Sonny chuckled, nipping your shoulder, before pulling fully away from you. “Fine, I’ll take ya to dinner--then I’ll have ya for dessert.”

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #k2023bdaybingo #fanfic #my writing

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goddamnitkastle · 2 years

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Short & Sweet

I was tagged by @carry-the-sky forever ago to fill out this short & sweet questionnaire. Thank you! It has been a minute so let's do it.

fav color: Black. But that's kind of boring so I'll go with sunsets. No I will not elaborate. Just go outside and watch a sunset, iykyk.

currently reading: I do mostly audiobooks these days cause I have pretty much given up on being able to sit down and read a book (please don't judge) so I am currently listening to I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy. And yes, from that title alone, her life as a child star was dysfunctional as hell. I am glad though that she is speaking out and has gotten out of the Hollywood machine.

last series: Thai dramas are where its at for me these days! I can't explain why but I am hooked. It all started with Kinnporsche (which has really ruined my goodamn life but I'm also happy about it) and it kind of spiraled from there. SERIOUSLY WATCH IT YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. Also Bad Buddy and 3 Will Be Free are excellent. But aside from this new venture into international dramas I also watched the new season of Stranger Things which was... a lot 🙃

last movie in the theater: Haven't been to a movie theater since Cats in December 2019. Do you think the world will right itself if I finally go see something? Might be worth a shot...

currently working on: Well I finally got an idea for a Kastle fic but that did not go well (story of my life). I might return to it one day, there was something there but I couldn't make it work. Meanwhile, I will gif and make edits when inspiration decides to strike me.

Tagging (no pressure!): @thevampirecat @brenli @joanofarkansass @captainkilly @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined and anyone else that wants to do it!

#questionnaire #mod post #carry-the-sky #I did not mean to wait so long to do this #but life is lifey right now 🥲

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kashimos-hajime · 3 years

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Congratulations on 4k! To many more 🍾. Matt Murdock and “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” from the angst prompt list. Thank you hon!

thank you joan!!! i love seeing you in my notifs and thank you for supporting me ❤️❤️

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

You wonder how many times you can take it.

Having Matt Murdock stand you up, that is.

Standing on the steps of your little townhouse, you watch as a cab finally pulls up and out steps a man in a black suit, walking stick in hand and any other time you would’ve smiled. Stood up and hugged him. Just… relished in the New York afternoon.

This time, though, you don’t, and it all has to do with that nasty black mark hiding behind the right lens of his sunglasses.

The cab speeds off and Matt seems to realize something’s wrong when you don’t move. Approaching quickly, he holds out his free hand and you already recognize the apologetic twitch in his brow.

“I am so sorry. I know I said I’d come with you, but I got held up in the office.”

“Really?” He silently asks if he can sit down beside you and you scoot over grudgingly, still letting the bitter silence hold up between them. “This is the fourth time in a row, Matt. And you have a black eye, and are we even… I mean…” Fucking stupid, you chastise to yourself. You’re crushed from the inside out, shoulders dropped, bones wrapped in chains. You don’t want to be here. “I thought this was serious. I thought—“

“We are,” he assures quickly, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “We’re friends. We really are. I just—”

Fuck.

For some reason that hurts more than it should.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” you spit venomously, heart aching in your chest. You raise your eyebrows in mocking sympathy. “You just… you just what? You’re sorry. Yeah, you’re sorry every time. You just got hung up at the office? What other excuse can you come up with?” Stung, you stand up and turn to climb up the steps. “Cut the shit, Matt, I know you’re Daredevil.”

“You… what?” He stands up, climbing after you, walking cane all but forgotten and it only proves your point. His eyebrows furrow together and you let out an incredulous laugh, fitting a hand to your forehead, running it back over your head as you stare at the lawyer. Vigilante. Whatever. “How did you—“

“I’m not an idiot. Anyone could recognize your voice, and you don’t think I pay attention?” I always pay attention to you. “I just wish you could’ve trusted me—that this… this meant something to you.”

“It does.”

“Then why couldn’t you tell me?” you ask desolately, watching him with wretched eyes. He doesn’t look at you—he looks over your shoulder, then looks out into the street, tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips and you see the bruise beneath the arm of his sunglasses. Reaching out, you pull them off and he lets you, eyes fluttering shut as you stare at the ugly thing. “That is not proof that you trust me.”

Your name passes by his lips in a whisper but you swallow your heart and let it die.

A hand on the knob, you take a deep breath. You feel heavier than you’ve ever felt and all you want to do now is just… sleep. Not come into the office tomorrow. You’re sure Matt or Foggy would let you.

Karen would ask questions, but…

But whatever.

“Have a good day, Matt.” More words want to tumble out but you chain them back. “And good luck. Be careful.”

join my 4k celebration!

#willowansweringasks #joanofarkansass #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #matt murdock imagine #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fic #daredevil imagine #my writing #hayleys4kcelebration

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qvid-pro-qvo · 3 years

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A sleepy morning with Sonny? Or cuddling. thaaaank you Qvo!

“turn out the light,” sonny grumbles.

you have to agree. you can’t see anything with your face buried into his chest, but that’s because you saw light before hiding in his embrace.

“not a light,” you murmur.

“babe,” sonny groans again, and you take a deep breath. “turn it out.”

“sonny, it’s not a light,” you repeat, enunciating so that it rumbles against his skin. “it’s the sun.”

“oh.”

there’s a beat. two. three. you feel him shift to lay on his back, and you follow him, whining as you have to crawl on top of him to keep your face hidden.

“well,” he says, his voice clear now that it’s not muffled by your hair. “good morning?”

and when you huff, it’s with fondness, lifting your head with eyes squeezed shut for the kiss you know he’s offering. “good morning, you big grump.”

#almost collected all the boys pfffffft #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #gender neutral reader #law and order: svu #ask the status qvo #ask games #joan :)#my fic #my drabble #joanofarkansass

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theunmappedstar · 3 years

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HOLY HELL BEN AFFLECK IS WRITING, DIRECTING, AND PRODUCING A LIVE ACTION KOTLC MOVIE FOR DISNEY

i bet the only reason disney took it is because of dexter alvin dizznee

bored? send me an ask!

#disney #kotlc #dex dizznee #keeper of the lost cities #shannon messenger #sophie foster #joanofarkansass #asks #ask me anything #theunmappedstar asks #kotlc movie

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duchesschameleon · 3 years

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Oooo I have another request for the drabble thing maybe Nick? It was a close call at work, and his attitude is like "screw it we almost died would you wanna have dinner when this is all over" also lightly inspired by the song "Man" by Borns

okay I *think* I got it all in here!

nick grabs your arm, dragging you to the break room. his face is stormy from what you can see and his fingers dig into your upper arm, possibly leaving bruises behind. you blink and try to shake the fog and panic from your mind. you’d been at gunpoint and talking down a perp for an hour, your brain is understandably a little fuzzy from the shock of making it out alive - barely.

nick shoves you into the room and slams the door behind him as he faces you. now you see his face isn’t just stormy, his eyes are wild and scared. he’s looking over you, searching for any injury or scratch. you stand still, something telling you to let him have this.

once he’s satisfied, he moves right into your space. “are you insane?” you blink at him, brain still fuzzy and not fully understanding him. “are you insane?” he repeats. “you could have gotten hurt, been shot, jesus you could have died!” he yells. he’s gripping your arms tightly and it pulls you back to the present, back to this moment. jesus, you could have died,” he repeats softly, pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “I could have lost you.”

you swear you imagined that last part. but nick’s pressing a kiss to your hairline, he’s holding you close like if he lets go you’ll disappear. it’s real.

“but you didn’t,” you whisper. “I’m right here nick, I’m okay.”

he huffs out a wet laugh and pulls back to meet your eyes. “yeah, but you almost died. I almost lost you and I can’t, I can’t lose you without taking you to dinner first.”

“what?” you laugh, looking up at nick.

“get dinner with me. on a date.”

a small smile tugs at your lips. “okay. it’s a date.”

request rules here!

#fic stuff #joanofarkansass #my writing #cs prompts and drabbles #nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #gender neutral reader #joan tag

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mkstrigidae · 3 years

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Okay so I'm making my way through your masterlist and I'm in love?? Like let's start off with Winter's Child- a masterpiece. You make Sansa a loving and relatable character and interweave the powers into cannon in a way that actually makes cannon make more sense (preconceived biases and such). Jon and Sansa's relationship is SO SWEET and they way they bonded was absolutely adorable (and the backstory with the houses and the powers they have make so much sense) 1/3

(2/3) Neon Rain literally the best Cyberpunk AU! I've ever read. Like what you did with the world building?? The stark class differences (haha see what I did there?), the choices in SOUND, and I could FEEL myself there! I love the family dynamics between the Starks and I'm loving the little details you're dropping with the Greyjoy's , Jon's parentage, and all of the medical procedures. Jon is dramatic af and I love it and Sansa is a bamf AS SHE SHOULD. Nothing but love for this

(3/3) A Past Worth Having has a special place in my heart. You build up this setting like a tapestry, just seeing more richness and depth the longer you look. I'm proud of Sansa for holding her composure, just FEELING in the angst that the older Starks feel at her return, and loving the relationships with Robin and the rest of the Starks + Jon Arryn. The detail that you're putting into the investigation/Oberyn is awe inspiring and I can't wait to see what you do next with the trial + Jonsa

Haha thank you so much!!! This is such a sweet ask to get! My response is under a cut, because this might get kind of long! (lots of my own meta below, bc i accidentally had a lot to say, haha)

With ‘Winter’s Child’ I’ve really enjoyed weaving in fantasy elements to the world because I like to look at stories and pick at loose threads until they unravel and asking ‘what if?’. I thought it would be a super interesting concept to take a character like Sansa, who in ASOIAF is exactly what she is supposed to be as a noblewoman of her class and conforms very well in that role, and put her in a position where she was essentially a societal outcast in a lot of ways! In WC, Sansa has a lot of similar coping mechanisms to ASOIAF Sansa, in that she sort of romanticizes society to avoid thinking about how absolutely awful it is. In ASOIAF, Sansa holds tight to the notion of knights and chivalry and courtly love to cope with the fact that she essentially has no control over her future and, as a woman, is basically property. In WC, I have her really struggling to make herself into that perfect lady and using that as a sort of shield to the fact that, without a gift, there isn’t anything she can do to improve her lot in life. Sansa has these ideas about becoming a perfect lady and hoping that being perfect in other areas will ‘make up’ for what society perceives as deficient about her, but is more jaded than ASOIAF Sansa due to her age and her earlier exposure to the ills of society. So you get a Sansa who gets along better with Arya and Jon as a result, in part because she’s had that exposure to what it’s like to be an outcast in society. I think that the best fantasy has a really strong emotional backdrop (a really great example is ‘Fruits Basket’ which starts by hooking you with this wacky, fun premise about people in a family turning into animals when hugged by a member of the opposite sex, and slowly builds into a point where you can see that the family ‘curse’ is a representation of generational and familial abuse- of bonds that should be broken, and of bonds that may kill us even as we cling to them- it’s extremely complex and rich and if you haven’t read or watched it, I can’t recommend it highly enough), and so while I really love writing about the fantasy aspects, and writing scenes where Sansa does really cool things with her ice powers, the core of the story is really about Sansa coming into her own, and learning that she was a person who was worth something even without any sort of gift. Sort of overcoming societal stigma and realizing your worth and forcing others to see it. It’s so much fun to write, but i’m stuck at the moment, because i need to reread the books, and my roommate is borrowing them right now haha!

God, APWH is like, indulging my inner world-building suspense-narrative loving writer persona. It’s literally my all time favorite trope- which is of someone growing up to find out that they’re a long-lost somebody or have family they never knew about- combined with a lot of research on trauma (which i’ve been doing for academic and other reasons for a while) and a lot of slowly growing psychological horror courtesy of Petyr Baelish (trust me, it’s going to get WAY more intense). There are so many pieces of media that I love, but I think that GRRM has so many characters and such a well fleshed out world that it’s very fun to dive into his worlds and create something there. Inherently, I love a slowly unraveling mystery and morally gray characters, and this is allowing me to indulge in both!!! World-building is my favorite, because i tend to be fairly detail oriented, and i’ve been laying bread crumbs in so many places throughout the story to hopefully build up to a decent conclusion! I know sort of how it ends, and I think people are going to absolutely lose their minds if I execute it correctly. We have a few chapters to go until we get to anything in the semblance of a trial- there’s some more emotional aspects that I think need to get addressed first, and so I’m so grateful that people are so supportive of being willing to wait for the Jonsa, because they really start spending a lot of time with each other during the trial and prior to the trial (i’m a big believer in bonding via long car rides and so there’s a lot of that!). I’m just so humbled and awed by the response to it- I never dreamed that people would enjoy the story this much- when I started it, I was writing a light-hearted family piece that wouldn’t be too long, and, uh, it kind of evolved from there. Clearly, I am not good at keeping things concise haha.

I left Neon Rain for last, because your comments on this one really made me smile! Of all of my stories, oddly enough, Neon Rain is actually the most deeply personal for me, and I’m just so flattered at your kind words! I spend a lot of my time thinking about the flaws inherent in our society, and without getting too detailed, Sansa’s experience with a family member struggling in the medical system is not unfamiliar to me. There’s a weight that comes with the realization that a system that is supposed to care for people is based on capitalistic ideals of profit maximization, and as someone who has experience working in the healthcare system- no matter how bad you think it is in the US, I can promise you it’s actually worse.

Neon Rain actually just started out as a series of mental images from listening to music that I had to get down on paper, and evolved from there. I actually really love the ‘soulmates’ and ‘class differences’ and ‘mastermind art thief’ tropes, but am incapable of writing fun stories without thinking about the reality of those tropes (see APWH for another extreme example of this haha), and so as I was writing and trying to capture this mental image, the rest of the world began unfolding around me. Jon is different because of a different upbringing here, and so is Sansa, and to see the formerly idealistic Sansa become so jaded by the time she meets her soulmate is just catnip for me. You have this interesting dynamic between them, because Jon wants nothing more than to have Sansa in his life, and give her everything she wants and needs, but where the old Sansa (who was arguably middle-class and somewhat naive, as financially secure teenagers understandably tend to be) would have swooned over that, the Sansa who meets Jon when the story begins is seeing the world and all the unfair and unequal systems in it. She can’t just live happily ever after with him right away- there’s a sense of guilt there, of sansa not feeling like she deserves nice things, and there’s also Sansa’s deep sense of compassion and kindness that won’t allow her to just live life as the well taken-care-of girlfriend of a wealthy man, because she isn’t able to just put on blinders and pretend that all the injustice in the world around her doesn’t exist, simply because it wouldn’t affect her that way anymore.

I think that the core to writing Sansa, for me, in any universe, is that she is a kind and compassionate person who is capable of feeling sympathy towards even the people who have done horrific things to her and her family- that emotional awareness and empathy is a harsh thing to have in a world like Neon Rain, and in our own world, honestly. I’m so glad that you appreciate Sansa’s BAMF-ness in the story- I think that her chapters demonstrate that she is capable of doing extraordinary things when she’s doing them for people she cares for, to be kind (The scene where Alayne helps Robin down from the eyrie is most indicative of this I think), and so in this world, I just love having Sansa be a complete badass out of necessity. Also, it’s fanfiction, and I really wanted to give Sansa a cool motorcyle, because no one else was gonna do it!!!

Also, my characters like to run away with me, and before I knew it, Rodrik Greyjoy had a huge adorable crush on Sansa in the story that I immensely enjoy writing. The Greyjoys are fun because they’re all absolutely insane, and i’m a total sucker for ‘gruff dangerous character is completely a sucker for the kind sunshine-y character’ trope.

God, this accidentally got really long??? I’m sorry- thank you so much for such a kind ask!!! I love hearing what people think of my stories, and this was so sweet :)

#my writing #joanofarkansass #ask answers

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fredy-carter · 3 years

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I gotta say, I’m American and no nothing about Eurovision and I living for your thoughts- it seems fun!

🎵 ITS THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR 🎵

#thank you love we're having a blast 💃🏼#joanofarkansass

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winterscaptain · 3 years

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Logically, I totally agree with the mom dating theories especially considering all her close friends are chained to their desk and pretty older than her. But it’d be kinda fun to see light Jelous!Hotch, kinda what we saw with Pleasures of the Elder. And now I’m just realizing that even Rossi had time to get remarried 😂

i hear ya! maybe we could have a “we were all called in for an emergency briefing and reader’s dressed up and mentions they had a date and Hotch is MAD” in our future

#ajf list #joan tag #joanofarkansass #tali talks cm #tali answers stuff #a joyful future

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daily911 · 3 years

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Unpopular opinion: it kinda rubs me the wrong way when there are custody issues involving Denny/ Nia Hen and Karen say people are “trying to take away their children”. Like with Ava I totally get it she’s a manipulative person who would not be good for Denny. But with Denny’s birth father there was no evidence to him being a bad dude. He may have just wanted to be apart of his sons life. I dunno, I just think it’s not as black and white as “the people who want to take away our kids are villains”

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

One of the goals of foster care is to give kids a safe space to grow until the parents that lost custody can take care of them!

To me, based on what little we’ve seen, it seems like bad writing. Like, HenRen didn’t ask about Nia’s bio parents or the agency didn’t bother to warn them that this might not be a permanent placement (which is what they wanted)?!

It’s hard to judge without more information, but i do agree. Just because Nia’s parents weren’t able to properly care for her in the past, doesn’t mean they are forever incapable.

#I mean I would be sad if we lost Nia on the show #but I think you’re larger point is a good one #d911 #joanofarkansass

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gaal-dornick · 3 years

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The GOAT Nile Freeman

How I feel about this character

The real MVP! Queen of my heart! The best representation of a 20-something I’ve ever seen! The vulnerability and the strength, the protectiveness and the openess! Resourcefulness AND absolutely winging it all! She’s one of my favorite characters all time now, she’s just so GOOD

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Ok, beware I’m a big HUGE multishipper: in canon Moose, hc side Booker, Andy, Copley, Quynh, Andy and Quynh. Yes, I’ve thought all of these.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Andy. My dudes, my BABES what a relationship. So much respect, so much love so QUICKLY. Takes my breath away sometimes.

My unpopular opinion about this character

One more time: interpretations. Making the decision of not going back to her family anything other than a decision SHE took. It was

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Nile’s angst can be emotional only, so maybe the struggle of a mission gone wrong, where they realize they shouldn’t have done what they did, the first time it happens for her? Sorry, I just really love angst

send me a character!

#joanofarkansass #*ask

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plaidbooks · 1 year

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And 3am confessions with Joe 🥰❤️

3am Confessions

A/N: Thanks for the request, love! Just a short little thing to kick off your bingo!

Words: 790

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Taglist: @adarafaelbarbaaelbarba @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv78677 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @alwaysachorusgirl @glimmerglittergirl @joanofarkansass @caracalwithchips @beardsanddetectives

This was possibly the worst time to be having doubts creep into Joe’s mind, but he was having a hard time stopping them. He often didn’t feel like he was good enough for you, that you deserved so much better. It’s why he tried so damn hard with you, doing extra little things to show his love so that hopefully, you wouldn’t leave him.

But this was not the time to let his doubts in. Not when you were currently underneath him, falling apart completely as he thrust into you. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as he moved, the room filled with your moans.

And when you hit your high? Gasping his name like a prayer? Joe was done for. How could he ever love anyone else? You were so beautiful, so perfect there on the mattress that he found his release as you came down.

The afterglow settled in as you both panted, trying to catch your breaths. Joe’s forehead was pressed to your shoulder before he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck. His lips trailed lazily over your skin, pressing kisses at random.

Eventually, though, he rolled off you, prompting you to go to the bathroom. Then he was up; he cleaned himself, pulled on boxers, and rushed to the kitchen. Gatorade in one arm, snacks in the other, and he was back in the bedroom. You were still in the bathroom, so he ripped the sheets off the bed. He had just finished putting on a fresh set when you came wandering back into the room, looking absolutely stunning. As many times as he saw you naked, you still took his breath away.

Your eyes gently roamed over the bed, the snacks and drinks on the nightstand, and you smiled softly. Joe gestured for you to get back in bed and you did, climbing under the covers.

“Here, drink some Gatorade,” he prompted, handing you the blue one; your favorite flavor. Then he was in bed beside you, gently turning you away from him. His big palms rested on either side of your neck, and he started massaging the knots out from your muscles.

“Mmm Joe,” you mumbled, halfway to a moan. His thumbs were magic, working out the stiffness in your neck. When you were a puddle in his hands, he stopped to hand you some popcorn.

“Eat, my love,” he whispered in your ear.

It was all too much, and you couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of your mouth, “you’re too good for me.”

It wasn’t the first time you’ve said that, and Joe normally had a smarmy response. But this time, he could tell something was different. There was a heaviness in your voice that wasn’t normally there.

“What do you mean?” he asked softly.

Your back was still to him, and it made it easier to talk not having to look into those puppy-dog eyes he had. So, while staring at the ground, you started.

“You always go above and beyond with me, Joe. And not just with the aftercare, but when you’ve made coffee and breakfast for me when you leave early for work. Or how you massage my neck or legs after a long day, even without asking. Or the little gifts you get because they remind you of me. You’re just…” you paused, thinking of the right word, “perfect. And too good for me.”

You both sat for a moment in silence before you felt his hand on your shoulder. Gently, he gripped you, silently asking you to turn towards him. Taking a deep breath, you turned, eyes connecting with his. You could swim in his gaze forever, those bright eyes seeing into your very soul.

“Darling, I—” his jaw worked for a moment soundlessly before he continued—“I only try so hard because I feel like if you were to look at me—really look at me—you’d see a broken man and you’d leave.” He looked away then, eyes dropping to the sheets. “I’ve always known that you were way out of my league.”

Heart in your throat, you gently took his face in your hand, making him look at you. “I’ve never seen you as broken, Joe. Maybe a little beaten up and hurt, but never broken.”

He smiled slightly, then turned to kiss your palm, his stubble tickling your hand.

“Maybe,” you continued, “maybe instead of doubting ourselves, we build each other up?”

“And if we’re having bad days, we tell each other that we need a little extra love.”

You smiled wide at that, moving to rest your forehead on his. “Yeah. I love that idea.”

“I love you,” he whispered back before kissing you.

#joe velasco x reader #law and order svu fanfic #law and order svu #fanfic #my fanfic #adarafaelbarbabdaybingo

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goddamnitkastle · 3 years

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The Ring

Happy Valentine’s Day!

So I finished my binge watch of the CW’s Nikita and well, I think we all know by now that I just love ripping off scenarios from other media and making Kastle fics. It’s my schtick and I’m gonna run it into the ground.

So here is an unconventional marriage proposal Kastle fic. Honestly this is probably how it would go anyway so it’s not like it’s beyond the realm of reality.

But first I want to give a huge thank you to my beta reader and editor, the amazing @joanofarkansass. This fic was initially, um, rough to put it nicely. But like a fairy godmother, she made it happen with incredible insight and gentle critique. I am literally indebted to you and I cannot thank you enough.

I also want to thank @evilbunnyking for reading the final draft, their awesome support, and catching every misplaced period and comma. Thank you!

And just a heads up, the canon in this is really screwy. Foggy and Karen know that Matt is Daredevil and Daredevil Season 2 is canon but basically just ignore the rest of the Daredevil/The Punisher Netflix/MCU timeline lol. Frank is a free man and clear of all charges here (yes that is unbelievable but just go along with it please and thank you). This is canon divergence borderlining on AU and slightly self indulgent and well, I don’t care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

Karen pulls up right behind the police cruiser, about a block away from the 15th Precinct. She gets out and knocks on the windshield window, making Detective Sergeant Brett Mahoney jerk his head up at her in fear for a fraction of a second.

But once he sees her he lets out an annoyed sigh and gets out. Karen crosses the front of the cruiser to get out of the street and onto the sidewalk, trying to hide her laughter from scaring Brett.

“What’s got you nervous, Mahoney?” Karen asks as he joins her and pockets his keys.

“What’s got me... oh, you know, about to watch Frank Castle walk out and be a free man. Again.”

“Nelson and Murdock won the case. Unfortunately this was not the sequel to The People vs. Frank Castle that New York City was hoping for.”

“That you were hoping for?” Mahoney cracks, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No. Well, maybe Ellison was hoping for it, but… look I’m just glad he was acquitted and that justice prevailed. It’ll be a more positive ending to write up.”

Mahoney shakes his head and starts walking toward the precinct. Karen follows and falls into his stride.

“Look, I know he didn’t kill that mobster,” Brett starts. “As crazy as that sounds, given his track record. But he gave us a hell of a time when we arrested him…”

“Do you blame him? In the span of two years, he has been charged and put on trial for murder twice,” Karen says pointedly.

“Well, you didn’t hear me say this but… the guys did a great job convincing everyone that Frank Castle was a changed man.”

“He is a changed man, Brett.”

“Believe me Karen, I know. I thought Frank Castle was scary as a man who had nothing to lose. I was wrong. Apparently I needed to deal with Frank Castle when he’s got someone he cares about…”

Now it’s Karen’s turn to jerk her head up at him.

“What did he say?” she asks.

“Nothing incriminating, your reputation is safe... I guess. But it’s all over the man’s face Karen. He really…”

“I know.”

It’s a tense silence but the look Mahoney gives Karen is more perplexed than judgmental.

“Do Nelson and Murdock know?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Jesus…”

“We kept it quiet for a while but when he was arrested we had to tell them. They’re… slowly coming around to it. Should only take another couple years for them to be sort of okay with us.”

“Yeah I doubt that,” Brett replies sarcastically.

Karen chuckles half heartedly in response.

He quickly sobers up again though. “Well if you’re both happy then… I am glad. You both deserve some happiness after this shit show.”

“Thank you, Brett. That’s really sweet of you.” Karen says, just barely able to hide the emotion in her voice.

“Like I said, you didn’t hear any of this from me. Alright, let’s go get him.”

Just then, the front doors of the precinct building burst open with Matt and Foggy dragging Frank away from a horde of pissed off cops.

“Shit,” Mahoney mutters. He jogs ahead toward the mob with his hands up to stop their hot pursuit.

Karen takes her .380 out of her purse and speed walks toward the commotion. She honestly hopes she’s not gonna have to use it but she’s glad to have the comforting weight of it in her hand. She catches up to Matt and Foggy as they let go of Frank. Matt tilts his head toward her, then lets out a deep sigh.

“Come on Karen, that’s not…” he says as he gestures towards her hand that’s holding her gun.

“It’s just Mahoney, Matt. They’re gonna kill him. We have to help,” Karen insists ardently.

“No, we have to get out of here,” Matt dismisses with a wave of his free hand.

“I’m with Matt on this one, Karen,” Foggy agrees. “You have no idea how lucky we got with this case. And that none of those cops tried to kill him just now.”

“Exactly, because of Brett.” She turns her attention back to Matt, who has his walking stick in a vice grip. “We can’t leave him behind.”

“The cops are just upset. They’d be stupid to try anything. He is their boss, and at the end of the day they have to follow his orders.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Karen argues.

The frustration is palpable between the three of them. Karen just then notices Frank’s silence. She turns to him and takes in his clenched jaw and that trigger finger of his tapping away against his thigh.

“Frank? Are you…”

Just then several loud shouts catch everyone’s attention. Mahoney is on the ground now and a cop has his gun drawn.

“Oh, that’s not…” Foggy gasps.

“Come on Foggy.” Matt grabs Foggy’s arm, leaving Frank and Karen alone.

“Let’s get to the car, Frank. Before this gets a lot worse…”

Frank’s expression had barely changed so when he whips his head toward her she can’t help but take a step back.

“Give me the gun,” Frank commands quickly.

“What? Why?”

“Give me the damn gun, Karen!”

He snatches it from her hands and runs back toward Mahoney and the cops.

“Where are you going?!” Karen shouts incredulously.

“To get your engagement ring!” Frank shouts back.

Karen is stunned and suddenly, the last month comes into focus for her. The jumpiness of his movements whenever she entered a room before he was arrested. His trigger finger tapping away more than usual during the trial. How his bottom lip began to tremble out of nowhere each time she kissed him.

Karen smiles as Frank bolts past Matt and Foggy. He takes on several cops at once, knocking them down like bowling pins. Karen makes her way to the boys as Foggy raises his arms in disbelief while Matt tries to pull him away.

“Unbelievable! Are you kidding me, Castle?!” Foggy yells. “Matt, can’t you do something?”

“I’m in the wrong suit, Foggy.”

“Damn it.”

“Matt is also technically blind Foggy. Do we really want to open that Pandora’s box tonight?” Karen reminds him.

“Come on, let’s get to the car. Looks like we’re gonna have to make an escape. And figure out how we can keep this quiet...” Matt muses.

“We almost got through this damn trial without issue, I swear on the Nelson name…” Foggy groans as he runs his hand over his face.

“Karen, come on,” Matt says as he passes her.

Brett is the last man standing and both men have their guns pointed at each other. Karen is about to join the standoff when Brett holds his hand out and reaches into his back pants pocket. He reveals a ring box. Frank takes it and starts running toward her.

“Go! Go! Go!” Frank hollers at her.

Karen bolts to the car, makes a beeline for the driver’s seat and slams the door shut. Frank joins her a moment later in the passenger seat, flushed pink and his hand wrapped around the ring box.

...

“I’m surprised you didn’t take me to Metro General. Or get us back in that service elevator at the hotel…”

Frank laughs and Karen is relieved that the last 24 hours haven’t deterred Frank.

“Seriously, what was your proposal plan?” She teases as she pokes him in the arm.

“Just... trust me Karen. Okay?”

The Williamsburg Bridge is shadowed by a deep orange sunset as they walk hand in hand. Frank suddenly stops and Karen’s stomach drops. He turns to her, tears in his eyes as he exhales a shaky breath.

Suddenly Karen can’t catch her breath, everything is about to change and she isn’t sure she is ready for it. “Frank, you don’t have to do this…”

“Yes I do. It’s tradition and I’m a traditional man. And the hell I went through to get this ring to you... I want to do this right.”

He gets down on one knee and Karen covers her mouth with her hand. Frank produces the ring box in his hand and opens it. It’s simple; a small, oval diamond on a silver band. It’s perfect.

“Karen. A long time ago now, in some diner, I told you that you had everything with a man that I thought you deserved to be with. I told you to hold onto it, use two hands, and never let go. But the truth was he didn’t deserve you. And I honestly don’t either. But I will spend whatever remaining days I have to be worthy of someone like you. I love you. Karen Page, will you marry me?”

Karen hoists Frank off the ground, holding his face in between her hands. Any doubt she was holding onto is gone now.

“You had me at ‘Give me the damn gun, Karen.’”

They both laugh as Karen holds out her left hand. Frank takes the ring out of the box, caresses her hand before sliding the ring into place. They crash into each other, their hands wrapped around each other’s necks.

“I love you too, Frank Castle,” she says when they finally break apart. She takes his hand as the darkness settles in around them. But the ring doesn’t feel like the weight of her .380. Rather it feels like it has always been there. Like home. And she’ll fight like hell to keep it that way and so will Frank. They’re in this together now.

#kastle #kastle fanfiction #meganerinff #frank castle #karen page #kastlenetwork #joanofarkansass #evilbunnyking #daredevil #the punisher #the ring #This might be my first fic with the entire Hell's Kitchen gang????#Wow only took 30+ fics to get here #Woo!

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