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Fake it til You Make It

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader warnings: language, sass, smut mentioned? covers the 5+1 trope for @prentiss-theorem s bingo!

The Dilemma.

“Heard you took a plea on the Harrison case.” Liz’s sentence was spoken as she sauntered into your office, perching on the side of your desk as you finished scribbling something on the work in front of you.

“Hey now, I drove Buchanan up from the original offer before I accepted.”

“Good girl.” She praised with a wink and you laughed, “Kristen took the other SVU case, correct?”

“Yeah.” You let out a happy sigh, flipping the folder shut and leaning back in your chair.

“Means you’ve got time for an extended lunch then?”

“Only if you’re buying.” You grinned up at her and she scoffed, swatting at your shoulder while she stood from the desk.

“You want your fall bonus or not?” She teased and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed your blazer.

“Fine. I’ll pay. But it’s on you next time.”

“Seems fair.”  Liz shot you a playful smile as you scooped up you bag and followed her out of your office.

Since transferring into SVU you’d had a great relationship with Liz, even if she had been terribly intimidating for the first couple of months. Once you’d proved that you could hold your own against the detectives, that you were a whiz in the courtroom and happened to actually play by the rules, you’d shifted into her good books. Into the books that meant she liked you, that you were someone to be watched because she knew you’d go places. She took you under her wing like she did with a lot of previous A.D.A’s, her office becoming the automatic place that you went when you needed a sounding board, when you got stuck with a case, or couldn’t remember which law journal you saw a specific note in. There were evenings she’d be on her way out of the building only to find you still working away in your office and she’d bribe you out of there with the promise of dinner and drinks, first they were at local lounges, then they upgraded to her Brownstone, where she kept the good scotch.

Nights, lunches and coffee breaks that started out shooting the shit about work, spit balling court strategies based on the defence and presiding judge with Liz as your mentor shifted into ones about office gossip, the little whisperings in the hallways that everyone thought Liz didn’t hear. Then they became a way to escape work for an hour, you learnt about her past, her personal life and she heard stories about your family, friends, days back at law school. You became friends, and you took that with a large badge of honour, Liz was someone you looked up to, someone that you very much valued her opinion of you, having her call you an actual friend was the highlight of your month. She didn’t dole out that label very willingly.

It was on your slow walk back to the office from lunch that day that you paused in your words, stalling in your step as something caught your eye in the window of a shopping mall. Liz barely caught it in time to turn back, grinning at the way you tugged your lip into your mouth as you stared at the dress.

“See something you like?”

“It’s cute…” you muttered, “but I think it’s a little too fancy.”

“Hot date?” She asked and you snorted.

“Liz please, I just spent twenty minutes complaining about Tinder.” You laughed, “my sister’s engagement party is next weekend. I think the vibes are somewhere between brunch with the girlies and garden party, this could work for the wedding though….” Your head tilted for a moment and then you threw you head back and let out a groan, “fuck I hate this.”

“Weddings?”

“More so that it’s my younger sister, my much younger sister. Who has been obsessed with her wedding since she was like, six so you know it’s gonna be a huge, all out affair, no holding back on anything or any expense. I had high hopes for that last Tinder girl so all the invites I replied with a plus one and now I’ll have to suffer through it on my own. Better get ready for a million comments about how it’s lucky I’m a spinster cause there’ll be no money left for my wedding after this.”

“Oh come on.” Liz barked out a laugh, “you know a plus one doesn’t have to be a date, right? You can bring a friend. You said next weekend? Saturday or Sunday?”

“Saturday at four.” You sighed, turning away from the store and falling back into step beside her.

“Well then I guess you’re lucky Lena and I play poker on Sundays.”

“Wait..” Your head shot up to look at her, “you’ll come with me?”

“Sure, why not.” She smiled, linking her elbow with yours, “you said no expense spared and to me that sounds like an open bar and a lot of free food, who am I to say no to that and family drama?”

“Have I told you recently that you’re my favourite boss?”

“You don’t have to.” She grinned, “I already know everything.”

**

The Misunderstanding.

When Saturday rolled around you and Liz were pulling up to the Equinox Hotel at exactly four forty five. Early enough you wouldn’t be scolded for being tardy yet late enough that the rooftop terrace would be swimming with people who could distract your parents now that the party was in full swing. The terrace boasted incredible views of the Hudson River along with the rest of New York, a very well stocked bar, roaming cater waiters with various trays of food and a long table of hot food.

You were able to get to the bar without being noticed, both of you quickly downing a shot of maple whiskey, thanking the bartender for your cocktails before turning to the crowd. Liz’s eyes moved through the crowd, wondering if she was going to run into anyone she knew before she spotted her.

“Incoming.” She nodded over your shoulder, “white sundress, I’m assuming your sister. What was her name again, Jennifer?”

“Jessica.” You muttered and she chuckled at the way you chugged back half your cocktail before Jess was squealing in your ear, wrapping you in half a hug.

“Hiiii! I’m so happy you came!”

“Oh come on, you’re my sister, I wouldn’t miss it.” Smiling, you pressed a kiss to her cheek, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She beamed, squeezing at your hand, “love your dress, is it new?”

“Yeah, picked it up last week.”

“Cuuuute.” Grinning she then turned to the woman beside you, “who’d you bring?”

“Jess, this is Liz, Liz, Jess.” You gestured between them, watching as they shook hands and said hello.

“Pleasure.” Liz smiled.

“It’s so nice to meet you, y/n never brings anyone to holidays.” Jess giggled, “and I love those earrings, are they Mejuri?”

Liz’s head tilted, a small grin on her lips, “she know her brands and she’s got taste.” Her eyes flicked down to her wrist, “Chopard can do no wrong when it comes to their bracelets.”

“Isn’t it stunning?” She lifted her arm up, her eyes wide, “it was a gift from Colin for tonight.” She let out another giggle, her smile getting even larger if that was possible.

“There you are!” A voice called out and your head shot up to see your parents and Colin making their way over to the small group, “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Your mother clicked her tongue and you let your sigh take form into a smile but before you could speak, Jess was turning around with a gasp. There were so many voices jumping back and fourth as they approached you nearly missed what came out of her mouth next, taking a second for your brain to register it.

“Mom! Come meet y/n’s girlfriend!”

Your eyes flashed wide and you barely had time to glance up to Liz before Colin let out a laugh,

“Girlfriend or sugar mommy?”

“Colin!” Jess hissed, slapping him on the arm.

“Don’t be rude.” Your mother scolded.

“She’s not—” You tried to interject but your father’s hand squeezed your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, we don’t care how you live your life as long as your happy and healthy.”

“Dad!” You tried again but suddenly Liz was squeezing at your hand gently, having completely slipped into the role of fake girlfriend as she stepped closer to you, smiling at your parents.

“I assure you; your daughter is very well taken care of with no need for anything like that. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much already.”

“And to think we haven’t.” Your mother nearly frowned in your direction, “girl certainly likes to keep her secrets. Call me Paula.” She extended her hand,

“Elizabeth.”

“Daniel.” Your dad’s turn was next, firmly shaking Liz’s hand, “how long have the two of you been together?”

“Oh, a few months give or take.” She replied with a small laugh, “you know how it is, sometimes these things are hard to put a solid date on, but we’re happy, and that’s all that really matters.” Her hand slid back into yours, giving it a soft squeeze as she grinned over at you.

“Do I dare ask how you met?” Paula asked, wincing, “because if Colin was right, you can just say a dating app or something.”

“Mom!” You nearly choked on your drink, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks.

“No, not at all.” Elizabeth laughed, “we work together. And your daughter is one of the brightest and best lawyers we have, she’s got an incredible future ahead of her.” This time you were sure your cheeks were tinged pink, hearing Liz tell you how good of a job you did on a case always made you more proud of yourself, like you were impressing your favourite teacher in school, you knew you were on the right track.

“Well after that Ivy league education I sure hope so.” Daniel commented, glancing to you, “would hate for that to go to waste. I was beginning to think you were so married to the job you’d never find anyone.”

“Wow.” You muttered and Liz chuckled.

“Well it certainly helps being in the same field. We both know how many hours you have to clock if you want to be successful. That you’re not always going to get the time for those fancy dinner dates by candlelight, sometimes its takeout surrounded by case files in a dim lit office. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Date night is date night.” You shrugged, leaning into her embrace, “doesn’t matter where it is, we’ve gotten the balance figured out perfectly.”

“I’m so glad you’ve finally found someone.” Paula beamed.

“Mom!” Jess interjected, grabbing her hand, “Auntie Carol just got here!”

“Alright, alright.” She laughed, swatting her away before turning back to Liz, “can’t wait to see you at the wedding, we’ll have so much more time to chat. It was wonderful meeting you.”

“You too.”

Quick waves and smiles were shot through the group before your sister was dragging them off elsewhere. Letting out a quiet groan you turned back to the bar, sucking back the rest of your drink.

“I am so sorry.” You muttered.

“It’s alright.” Liz chuckled, flagging down the bartender to get you a refill before her arm loosely wrapped around your waist and she leant in, her lips nearly brushing against your temple when she spoke, “parents love me. Now relax, drink,” she slid the refilled glass into your hands, “enjoy the party with your so called girlfriend.”

Your head tilted to look up at her as your eyes narrowed, replaying the last few minutes in your brain, “you’ve done this before…”

“I need entertainment in my life somehow.” She shrugged and you laughed.

“Are you serious?”

“Why not?” She smiled back at you, “sometimes someone just wants a plus one, sometimes it’s the whole fake girlfriend thing to piss off the family or get them off your case about being single. As long as they’re a friend I really don’t mind. I enjoy getting out of the house and it’s the closest I’m going to get to a date now, I’m divorced and remarried to my job. The only time I have is for a one night event to play pretend.”

“You really are good with parents.”

“That one can be a little trickier,” she commented, sucking back on her drink, “sometimes they freak out over same sex or the age gap, you’ve got supportive ones.”

“I think it’s just gotten to the point where all they care about is that I don’t get eaten by my plethora of cats when I die alone.”

“Do you even have a cat?”

“No. I don’t even like them.”

“Then they’ve got nothing to worry about.” She smirked, “you’ll just stink up your apartment for a week until your downstairs neighbour makes a complaint.”

“Wow,” you burst out a laugh, “thanks.”

“C’mon.” She pinched at your elbow, nodding toward the buffet, “let’s get some food before all the good stuff is gone.”

**

The One with Tequila.

Night clubs were not your thing.

They hadn’t been your thing fifteen years ago when you were much more in your partying era, so they certainly weren’t your thing now that you’d matured. You preferred nights at quiet pubs or dive bars where it was acceptable to wear leggings and an oversized hoodie, even better, you preferred nights in on your couch where you had absolutely no one to impress and you could control the volume. Squeezing yourself into a tiny dress after spending half an hour on your hair and make up just didn’t seem worth it, even if there was bottle service.

You’d been genuinely surprised when Liz said she would come with you, expecting her to tap out of the more wild nights leading up to the big event, but she was there by your side in the limo, and didn’t shy away from sliding into the booth beside you once you were at the club. The bass of the music thumped through the room, coloured lights flashing on the dance floor, there was no choice but to yell over the music while your sister dolled out tequila shots. Even sitting directly next to each other you struggled to hear the other person, causing you to lean right into Liz, your lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear when you spoke. She braced herself when she leant into you, hand softly squeezing your thigh as she spoke and she didn’t bother to remove it after, her thumb brushing against your bare skin.

She laughed along with the jokes and innuendos thrown around the table, indulged in more than a few shots with the group and even shared a few of her own stories. Some of which left you wondering if they actually happened of if she was just that good at making things up. You were disappointed when she was in full support of Jess dragging you out onto the dance floor, shooting daggers at her as you disappeared into the crowd and she was left laughing at the table. She watched with a grin as you loosened up, letting the liquor flow through your veins, dancing alongside your sister and some of her friends. If she was to be completely honest, she really liked getting to see this other side of you, to know for sure that you let your hair down once in a while and weren’t completely consumed by work.

Neither of you had any concept of how long you were out dancing, but Liz knew she had finished another drink and a half by the time the rest of the group returned to the table. You collapsed down next to her with a laugh, reaching for your drink so you could guzzle it down, trying to combat how out of breath you were. Her hand found yours on the table top, fingers interlacing with yours,

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” She teased, pressing a feather light kiss to your heated cheek and you giggled softly.

“Okay maybe it was kinda fun.”

“See?” With a grin she slid a shot glass toward you and you laughed once more, clinking the glass with her own before you threw back the shots.

“Okay!” Jess’s arm flailed over the table top, smacking at your hand, “now that mom and dad aren’t here, can you fucking tell us the truth?”

“About what?” You asked with a laugh.

“Is she—” she glanced from Liz to you and then turned fully to Liz, “are you her sugar mommy?”

“Jess!” You shrieked, “no!”

“No.” Liz chuckled, sipping at her own drink.

“I so don’t fucking believe you.”

“Why not?!” You asked with a bark of a laugh.

“Uh… she’s older than you, she’s clearly got money and taste, she’s paying your tab tonight, there’s a vibe that she’s the dominant one.”

“Jessica!” Your eyes widened in shock, “she’s my boss! That’s where that ‘vibe’ is coming from.”

“Darling I don’t think you’re helping the matter.” Liz squeezed at your hand with a chuckle before turning to her, “I can choose to spoil my girlfriend where and whenever, tonight seemed like a good opportunity.”

“Lies.” Jess’s eyes narrowed as she stared across at the two of you, “you have way too many sugar mommy vibes.”

Liz laughed, playfully shaking her head, “believe what you want, I guess.”

Luckily for you, a new song came on that made Jess let out a shriek and completely forget about the topic at hand, racing back out onto the dance floor with her friends. Liz squeezed at your wrist, sliding another shot toward you that you thanked her for, swiftly taking it before swallowing and pulling a face.

“I’m drunk.” You stated and she laughed.

“Yes you most certainly are.”

“Sorry.” You grimaced, suddenly realizing you were more intoxicated than you’d meant to get, especially being around your boss.

“No need.” She laughed, “this is the drunkest I’ve been in ages.” She reassured you with a squeeze to your hand and your moment of worry was completely gone from your brain.

“I want pizza.”

“There’s a place around the corner, c’mon.” She tugged you from the booth, the idea of hot greasy food now the only one on her mind, “let’s get out of here before they notice.”

You were incredibly thankful fifteen minutes later when you were leaving the pizza shop with fresh slices, a bottle of water tucked away in your purse, Liz’s arm slipped through yours as the two of you laughed your way through the New York streets. Truly, both of you had a pretty good time tonight, it was something neither of you would have done voluntarily, so drastically different from how you’d spend a Saturday night and that was always a nice break from life.

“I cannot believe Jess is convinced you’re a sugar mommy.” You mumbled over a bite of pizza.

“I’m just shocked your dad was so quick to accept it, he didn’t even seem surprised. Most parents get even the inkling of that type of dynamic and they lose it, thinking there’s some kind of taking advantage going on. Or their upset because they equate it to some form of prostitution, that their kid should be working for money in a real career path.”

You slowed in your steps as your head turned up to look at Liz, your brow furrowing as you took another bite of pizza.

“What?” She asked with a laugh.

“Have… you actually done that before?” You asked and Liz smirked, the lowered inhibitions thanks to the tequila letting her reveal more than she would have on another day.

“Oh come on.” She chuckled, “Casey’s wardrobe was in desperate need of an overhaul and she was raised so strictly catholic she barely understood sexuality, much less her own. I figured why not help her out with both?”

“I knew it!!” You shrieked, fully stopping in your tracks as you turned to face her on the sidewalk, “oh I absolutely knew it! But I was so fucking confused! I thought I was going crazy cause you’d only ever mentioned your ex husband.”

“Just because I married a man once doesn’t mean I’ll do it again.” She grinned, “I didn’t think I was that secretive about it, you should have caught onto at least some hints.”

“I mean I kinda did.” You laughed, “especially when it came to Casey…”

“Oh come on, we weren’t that obvious.”

“Oh, no, of course not.” You smirked, “aside from the constant eye fucking in the courthouse halls.”

“We were not that bad!” She objected, smacking your arm with a playful frown.

“Sure.” You laughed, slipping your arm back into hers as you fell into step beside her again, “just keep telling yourself that.”

Liz walked you home that night, making sure you were safely behind locked doors and promising to drink some water before bed before she flagged down a cab. Upstairs you found yourself replaying moments from the night, interactions between the two of you, stories she’d told you that all were shone in a different light now that your speculations were confirmed true. Maybe there really was a lot you didn’t actually know about when it came to Elizabeth Donnelly.

**

Caught up in the Clouds.

Weddings had never been events that caught your eye. You thought they were overpriced, overhyped, heteronormative celebrations filled with too many relatives and old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. Emotions were high, stress levels to make sure everything was perfect were through the roof and alcohol only exaggerated every single little issue.

Yet somehow you’d forgotten all of those issues as you sat in a church pew beside Liz, her fingers tangled with yours while her thumb soothed over the back of your hand. There was nothing but love and adoration flowing through the air, winding its way through the crowd of guests before wrapping the happy couple up in a perfect little bow. You had no idea that Jess and Colin were such hopeless romantics, their personally written vows bringing a misting into your eyes. And when a tear finally managed to escape the corner of your eye before you could even think about it, Liz caught it, gently wiping it away with a warm smile. You let out a breath of a laugh, your cheeks heating as you felt a little silly for tearing up at a wedding, a warmth blooming in your chest as Liz returned the small laugh, squeezing at your hand before both of you returned your gazes to the alter.

Cocktail hour got everything moving, people up out of their chairs, flitting around the room as they reconnected with friends they hadn’t seen in ages or got introduced to new ones. Liz never once left your side, her arm securely wrapped around your waist, making sure your champagne flute was never once empty and you always had her backup when trapped with relatives. She was introduced to multiple family members and friends and you swore each time she had some new, horribly romantic story about how the two of you had started dating, who asked who out, your first date, a very over the top story about a candlelit trail in Central Park, surrounded by roses the first time you exchanged I love you’s. With each anecdote (and each glass of bubbly) you could have sworn she was looking at you with more adoration than the last, and that you were returning it, happily nuzzling into her shoulder, feeling her lips press to the top of your head.

You were thankful when dinner was finally announced and you were guided to your seats, food taking focus before all attention was back on the newlyweds. The two of you had been playing into things so well, surrounded by the looming feeling of love, happiness and forever that things simply felt natural, they felt right. Everyone in the room thought you were a couple, there was no reason to not play into that. Liz’s hand gently playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck while you listened to speeches, your hand resting on her thigh as you leant in to whisper a joke, the shared quiet laughter as your eyes sparkled.

Wrapped up in your own little bubble you even managed to get out on the dance floor, first it was bopping along to top forties, scream singing along to favourites from your younger years, indulging both the kids and the grandparents with things like the chicken dance. Then the lights dimmed, the playlist shifting to something slower and instead of stepping off the dance floor, Liz grabbed your hand, twirling you under her arm before wrapping it around your waist and pulling you close. She murmured something about it not being that easy to get away from her, that she deserved at least once dance tonight and you laughed softly,

“Never would have pegged you for the dancing type.”

“There’s plenty you don’t know about me yet” She muttered back with a grin and you playfully shook your head at her, relaxing into her embrace as you glided around the dance floor.

It was during one of those dances, held close enough to her to feel her heartbeat, where she could feel your breath on her skin when you spoke, that it felt like you were in an alternate universe. That this weird fake dating thing was actually real, that you were happily in love with the other person and looking forward to spending your future together. It was on pure instinct that you turned to kiss her cheek, only, she’d had the same instinct in the same moment, her lips landing on yours and your body tensed for the briefest second before you relaxed against her. You felt the warmth of her hand coming to cup your cheek and you let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your lips curving into a small smile as you pulled away.

Before either of you could even think about saying anything the DJ blasted an air horn, the lights flashing while they turned up brighter and he announced the bouquet toss. You got whisked away an instant later on sister duty, your task making sure the maid of honour got safely into a cab without Jess noticing, knowing she’d be pissed her MOH was belligerently drunk halfway through the night. You thought you’d be free, but then discovered Jess had spilt a few drops of red wine on her dress and they still had a handful of professional photos to get through. By the time you returned to the table where Liz was now deep in a conversation with your mother, you were carrying your shoes, the buzzed feeling from the bubbly very worn off.

“You look exhausted.” Liz greeted with a small laugh.

“I feel exhausted.” You replied.

“Well, let’s get you home.” She stood from the table, her arm winding around your waist, “I’ll call a car.”

You briefly heard something from your mother about seeing Liz again before the three of you managed to say goodnight and you finally escaped the reception. You were half asleep on Liz’s shoulder by the time the car pulled up in front of your building and she was gently nudging you awake, watching until you were safely inside before she pulled away from the curb.

**

Playing it Cool.

After the wedding it was as if everything had been some kind of fever dream, that the weird little bubble of your fake dating had been simply that. Your parents were ridiculously distracted by Jess and Colin, squealing over honeymoon photos, eager to hear any and all stories from their lavish vacation that you were finally left in silence and at peace. Your new so called girlfriend practically forgotten from their minds.

The first Monday at the office after the wedding you’d been a little apprehensive about how to act but both of you seamlessly slipped back into your appropriate roles and nothing else was said on the matter. You picked up cases, brought the perps to justice and did your job. Liz would pop up in your office just as often as before, commending you on your work, bribing you to take a break with lunch and you went about life just as it had been before, even if you now did know a little more about the other person. Months went by while things returned to normal, your usual bantering, late night gossip fests and the like.

“What?” She asked you one day, watching the way you were stabbing at your plate of pasta and you let out a huff, leaning back in your seat.

“I know I said you were free of this whole fake dating thing after the wedding but apparently Jess is the honeymoon baby type.” You risked a glance up to her, “I figured I had until Christmas and could bullshit my way around an amicable break up by then but she’s nearly seven months next week and is insisting that you come with me to the baby shower.”

“Is this one of those absolutely ridiculous garden parties covered in half pink and half blue decorations until they pop a balloon and everyone screams and cries over the reveal?” She deadpanned and you laughed.

“No. They’re not finding out the gender, this is just your run of the mill mocktails for her, cocktails for everyone else, finger foods and sandwiches and gifts while everyone weirdly demands to touch her belly.”

“Yeah, I was never one for things like that either.” She took a sip of her wine and you nearly frowned, “but I’d hate for you to have to suffer through it alone, so of course I’ll come.”

“You are a literal life saver.”

“I know.” She grinned across at you, causing you to playfully roll your eyes before she flagged down a server to settle the bill.

Four days later the two of you found yourselves in your parents back yard, a gift bag with a handful of onesies, a cute card and a wad of cash being passed off to Jess and Colin. Liz’s hand slipped into yours with ease as she chatted with your family, accepting a drink from your mother before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. You were able to avoid some of the silly games Jess had planned, escaping off to a small table in the corner with your mother as she watched your father play photographer for the day.

“Oh sweetheart I can’t wait to see you all excited when it’s your turn for this.” Paula smiled and you practically choked on your drink, barking out a laugh.

“Mom, please. Kids are on my absolute do not want list.”

“You say that now.” She chided, “I mean have you even asked Elizabeth about it?”

“Oh I do think I’m rather passed that point.” Liz replied with a chuckle, “and even if I wasn’t, I agree with her. Kids aren’t something I see in my future, I’ve got enough of a maternal role at work, wrangling all those baby prosecutors, I don’t need to come home at the end of the day to keep doing the same thing.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, swigging at your drink, “and they’re messy, and loud… and always sticky and covered in snot. Why would I want that anywhere near me? I’d much rather be able to travel, be the rich mysterious fun Aunt. Like, do I want to have to shell out millions for a chance at a good preschool, or do I want to be able to buy a yacht?” Liz laughed, squeezing at your hand.

“You’ve been hanging out with Calhoun too much.” She teased and you swatted at her arm, shaking your head.

“Well if there aren’t any grandbabies coming my way, can I at least expect a wedding?”

“Mom…” you groaned, earning a chuckle from Liz, who picked up your left hand in hers.

“You know, I have been telling her that it looks a little bland without a diamond.” She kissed the back of your hand and your mother practically burst with glee, “we should take you to get your nails done next week.”

“Liz…” You warned with a glare and she laughed softly, her gaze drifting over to the rest of the party as your mother let out a happy sigh.

It wasn’t until you were getting into the car at the end of the afternoon that it finally came up again.

“I can’t believe you.” You laughed, “here I am, trying to figure out how to fake a break up by Christmas and you go bragging to my mom about rings!”

“What can I say, I get bored, I like to meddle.”

“Clearly.” You shoved at her shoulder, “fucking shit disturber. They’re gonna be expecting a wedding next year now.”

“Oh they’ll be distracted by that thought for all of two months until that baby’s born and then the crotch goblin will be the only thing they think of for another three years, you’re fine.” She waved you off and your eyes narrowed in her direction, glaring at her.

“You owe me a new set of nails.”

**

The Italicized ‘Oh’.

Exhausted was an understatement.

After working your ass off to try and get justice for a victim who could no longer speak up for themselves you’d been torn apart, chewed up and spat out in the courtroom. You were left embarrassed, mad at yourself and the system and incredibly disappointed, all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and disappear. The only saving grace right now was that it happened to be Friday, so at least that was possible for a couple of days, hopefully everyone would forget by the time Monday rolled around.

You’d been home long enough to wipe off your make up, tug your hair up off your neck and change into sweats, flicking the tv on for some background noise while you wandered into the kitchen to see what you had in the liquor cabinet when there was a knock on the door. Your shoulders drooped as you let out a huff, padding over to the door, not totally surprised when you discovered Liz on the other side.

“Hey.” You greeted with a sigh, stepping back from the door so she could step into your apartment, following you back into the kitchen.

“It’s not like you to take off early.” She commented.

“Hmm?” You barely glanced over your shoulder, attention refocussed on deciding between wine or whiskey.

“Swung by your office, thought I’d find you there. I wanted to chat.”

“Liz, please, spare me the lecture.” You grumbled, opting for the whiskey, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

“You had a rough go; I wasn’t going to.” She chuckled, “it’s not about work.”

“Okay.” You poured out a glass of liquor, gesturing to see if she wanted one as well before pouring out a second when she nodded slightly. “What then?”

“Well,” Liz huffed softly, feeling her heart thump in her chest, “for the better part of a year we’ve been pretending to date and I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“Great.” You let out a sad laugh, “a terrible week, garbage day, I lose a case and now my fake girlfriend’s dumping me. You really know how to kick a girl when she’s down.” You took a swig of your drink, doing your best to keep your emotions at bay.

“Sweetheart…” She plucked the drink from your hand, “you’re not hearing me.” The glass came to rest on the counter before her finger curled under your chin, frowning at the misting in your eyes. “The part I don’t want to do anymore is the fake part.”

“What?” Your breath caught in your throat as your brow furrowed, still not totally understanding where she was going with this.

“I didn’t really realize how much I was enjoying it until there were no more excuses to get to hold your hand, somewhere along the way of pretending to be in love with you I actually started to fall.” Her thumb gently stroked across your cheek and you instinctively leant into the touch, “I went by your office to ask if I could take you to dinner, on an actual date this time. When you weren’t there I realized you were probably sulking and I didn’t like the idea of you having to do that on your own, so…” She gestured to the counter behind her and that was when you finally realized she hadn’t shown up empty handed. A take out bag with a bottle of nice wine sticking out the top sat beside a bouquet of lilies.

“Liz…” Your eyes moved between the counter and her, shaking your head in near disbelief, “I…”

“If we’re not on the same page, I’ll go.” She shrugged, “leave you to wallow in peace. I just couldn’t stay silent any longer.”

“No!” You gasped, grabbing her arm, “I… god.” You laughed, “I’ve been thinking of, and trying not to keep thinking about that fucking kiss since the wedding. I’ve been waiting for my sister to send out some stupid invitation to another ridiculous and annoying event that I’d be forced into to have some sort of excuse to play pretend again.”

“Well…” smiling she took your hands in hers, squeezing softly, “then how about we don’t pretend any longer?

“I think I’d really like that.” You murmured back, closing the gap between you as one of her hands cupped your cheek before her lips met yours in a tender kiss. You couldn’t help the grin your lips curved up into, warmth blooming through your chest at the feeling her smiling against your lips.

Breaking the kiss she smiled softly at you, her thumb stroking at your cheek before she left a feather light kiss on the tip of your nose, “now, I know you had a bad day but you need something beyond liquor for dinner. How do you feel about Thai?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Liz wrapped an arm around your waist, picking up the take out bag while you grabbed the glasses off the counter and the two of you made your way into the living room to settle on the couch. It was there that you finally let your guard down, all the walls you’d kept up to maintain the professional relationship being torn down piece by piece as you relaxed into each other. Your mood lifted as Liz recounted stupid stories to make you laugh, watching you with an adoring smile as you began to come out of your pit of disappointment, only interrupting to steal kisses or brush a piece of mussed up hair off your face.

By the end of the evening, limbs were tangled together, a blanket half tossed over the both of you while a movie played on the television. Liz’s fingers gently combed through your hair and you let out a happy hum, grabbing her free hand to leave a kiss on the back of it. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little bit silly at the entire thing, sometimes what you needed the most really was what was sitting right in front of you the entire time.

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@svulife-rl l @anya-casablanca @mickey-gomez @naturalxselection @yesterdaysgone @momlifebehard @alexusonfire @alexxavicry @rainbowelshrhian @daddy-heather-dunbar @evilregal2002 @alcabots @ladysc @dextur @disneyfan624 @kdaghay @svushots @onmykneesformarvel @kalixxh @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @louderfortheback @swimmingstudentchaos891 @baubeautyandthegeek

#elizabeth donnelly #elizabeth donnelly x reader #raeswritingbingo #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit

[bullet-prooflove]

Vacation Days - Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW)

Because apparently I am obbessed with side characters :)

You had never been to Belize; in fact, you had never been anywhere outside of the US. You’d never had the means or the opportunity, you and Terry had always talked about travelling but it had been a pipe dream, something to think about after the two of you retired.

Then that whole shitstorm had happened with Bronx SVU, he’d been fired trying to advocate for those girls, for doing the right thing in that hell hole. When he sued them, he hadn’t been looking for a pay-out.  He’d been looking for justice because Bronx SVU was in a state of crisis and those victims, the new ones and the old ones they were simply a file shoved underneath a forgotten coffee cup. He’d received a healthy sum in return for blowing the whistle on the higherups, and he was back in a job, correcting the wrongs that had been perpetrated against those victims.

The two of you needed a break, you were exhausted and overworked from your stint in Homicide and Terry had been putting in all the hours God sent trying to fix the problems that his previous Captain had papered over. When he’d surprised you with a trip to a private island in Belize, you were gobsmacked. You tried to refuse but Terry wasn’t having any of it, the two of you had barely managed to snag more than a couple of hours together and he wanted this, he wanted to spend his money on something worthwhile. Somewhere secluded, where you could just be yourselves, take the time to relax and enjoy one another.

Sun, sea, sand and you. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

You had barely been here a day and he was already beginning to shed the stress that had manifested over the past few months. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this free, that he’d been able to actually breathe.

You were lying on a blanket on the beach when he approached you with a chilled bottle of water. Your book was resting beside you, face down. You were clad in orange bikini bottoms, that hugged your hips just right and nothing else. The advantage of a private island.

You looked delectable; he felt a stirring in his groin as he drank you in. Your eyes were closed, your expression blissful as you lay beneath the parasol. His gaze slipped lower, those beautiful breasts, sensitive nipples he wanted to get his mouth on and lick until you were keening against him. He remembered how good you felt under his hands as they glided down your waist.

He dropped down beside you, setting the water down alongside your book. His fingertips plucked at the string holding your bikini bottoms in place, toying with it between his fingers.

It felt like he hadn’t touched you like this in age, there were stolen moments, quickies in between shifts but he hadn’t had the chance to take his time, to savour you the way he wanted to. He started at your knees, his lips brushing over your skin as his palm chased up along the inside of your thigh. You tasted of coconut, sighing under his touch as he doodled a small pattern even higher. He smiles because he knows that noise, knows that you are relaxed and contented. Already he can see the moisture gathering between your legs, a slight damp patch on the cleft, marring the fabric. A low moan rolls off your lips as he brushes his finger over it.

“Do you want more baby?” he asks you, using two fingers to draw a circle on your clit.

“Please Terry.” You murmur as his fingertips trail along your wet folds. You want to sink down on his fingers, for them to fill you, he can feel it in the way you arch your hips each time he sweeps over your needy cunt.  

He shifts until he’s situated between your legs, his fingers still running over the fabric of your bikini bottoms. His fingertips toy with the elastic as that devilish smile crosses his features as he lowers his mouth to your clothed mound. His breath ghosts across your clit, causing a whine to escape your throat.

“I love having you like this, love being able to do whatever the fuck we want.” He tells you as tugs at the string holding your bottoms in place. He strips away the material before pressing his mouth to your clit. You cry out at the sensation of heat engulfing your system as he kisses that delicate bundle of nerves the same way as he kisses your mouth. It’s soft and tender, almost exploratory as he maps out the shape of you with his tongue.

It's been a while since he has loved you like this, since he’s been able to lose himself in the act of pleasure and he wonders how he could have possibility of gone so long without it. Your distinct taste under his tongue, your fingers in his hair, the way you arch your hips… Fuck he wants more, he craves it. He adds one finger at first, just enough to tease you. You meet each gentle thrust with a whimper, the delirium chasing through your veins like a narcotic.

You’re an addict who needs their fix, you want the rush, but Terry is slow and methodical, he builds you up, drawing out the rapture until you feel yourself on the cusp. He leaves you there, suspended in the euphoria, skin flushed and breathing ragged. Just as you start to come down, he adds another finger. He thrusts them even deeper, hitting that deviant little spot inside you that sends you hurtling over the edge.

It's like a wildfire exploding through your synapses, you drown in the sensation as it erupts inside of you, tearing his name from your lips as he fucks you through it wringing every last ounce of ecstasy from you. His tongue replaces his fingers as he laps up every drop of candied honey, cleaning up that sensual mess.

“Think you can give me another?” He whispers against your inner thigh, looking up at you with feverish eyes. “I need more.”

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#detective terry bruno #terry bruno #terry bruno x you #terry bruno x reader

[navalcriminalimagines]

Long time, no see! :)

How’s everyone doing? I don’t know exactly how long it’s been, but a lot happened. I’ve been considering coming back for a little while now. But I’d take it easy.

I haven’t made up my mind yet. I kinda want to start fresh, but I don’t want to get rid of this blog, which gave me so much over the years. Especially my soulmate @toheavenwmydrms. ❤️

Still in the NCIS fandom (Gary Cole stan here), I actually binge watched NCIS LA.

I completely gave up SVU (sorry not sorry). But Rafael Barba forever.

Fire Country is my new favorite show (Vince Leone and Manny Perez, my beloved) (Why isn’t there any fanfics of this show on here? Should I correct that?).

And I’ve fallen deep in the Pedro Pascal rabbit hole.

I suppose the reactions to this post could help me make a decision.

Sending you guys lots of love. ❤️

#ncis #law and order svu #criminal minds #gary cole #fire country #vince leone #manny perez #ncis la #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller #ncis season 20 #fanfics

[wily-one24]

💾 🤔

Thanks @detritusanddross!

What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as).

"Foolish Game Current" - which differentiates it from "Foolish Game", where I post the completed chapters. It saves the current file getting clogged up by tens of thousands of words.

"D5 Current" - which differentiates it from the other D5 documents. There is D5, D5 Two, and D5 Corrected Timeline. D5 is the original, but it got waaaay too long, even if I don't type in it, just paste the completed chapters in it. So I started D5 Two, which holds the later chapters (all linked, like a contents page, to each chapter). The Corrected Timeline is all the flashbacks in corrected timeline order, complete with dates and time of day, the length of imprisonment, etc. This may or may not be posted later as a whole. The original was called "What I Won't Post" at first, because it was really dark and I didn't think it would make a good fic, I just wanted it out of my brain. Then it became "What I Might Post" and eventually just D5. And now it is 30 chapters long and almost 200,000 words.

I am not that orginal with my document titling.

2. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Oooh, going for the jugular I see. ;) I don't really have a lot of ideas/plots in the back of my head right now. I used to have so many, for my past fandoms, I would let them multiply. But... beware! That way lies danger. Ask anyone from my past fandoms, particularly Once, I end up with a lot of WIPs and the pressure becomes too much and I flame out. I had years of fic writing sabbatical wherein I didn't write anything and worked on my mental health... writing SVU was a surprise, I didn't plan on it. It just happened. WIcked Game was my first foray back into fic writing after about five years. Eventually, that story got too strong NOT to write. I didn't expect it to be big, I didn't expect it to be popular. It just... happened. And it happens a LOT. I became prolific... in ways I thought I never would become again. Instead of months upon months without an update, suddenly I had almost weekly updates. So I am being very careful right now NOT to imagine new stories. I have two. That's it. Two stories and that's all I will allow myself, because I do not want to get overwhelmed, flame out, and abandon these stories. I want to finish them.

I have a pervasive idea floating around, it is kinda crack fic, but in a dramatic, angsty way (ha, it's me, of course there's angst), and it would be a tad devastating, but... I do not pander to it. I won't write it... and as such, I'm not going to start describing it, because that's where the danger happens! That's when it GROWS.

I am limiting myself so as not to disappoint everyone.

I hope that's an acceptable answer.

#detritusanddross #look ma I got an ask #Jacqui writes fic #interesting questions

[missflufffanfics]

Chenford + meeting Lucy's parents

Sunshine

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44650699/chapters/112331302

“ In the criminal justice system, sexually-based offenses are considered especially heinous… ”

“You really want to watch this after the tense work week we had?” Tim wrapped his arm around her waist just a bit tighter. Lucy sighed as she cuddled under the stack of pillows and rested her head on Tim’s chest. 

“Of course I do, don’t you want to nitpick everything that’s inaccurate in the episode?” Lucy smiled up at him, anticipating that to be his weakness; she was correct.

“I suppose that is a perk…” Tim resigned as he turned the volume up and settled in against the arm of the couch. 

They had been dating for almost two months now, but it felt like much longer. She knew this was her last first, and she didn’t want to miss a second of it. She wanted to be able to banter about Law and Order: SVU with Tim for the rest of her life, and she had no doubt he felt the same.

She was jolted out of her daydream, not by the broody voice of Elliot Stabler, but by a knock at the door. She begrudgingly got up, sliding her socked feet over to the door, and checked the peephole; oh god. She slumped her shoulders, she was wearing an old band t-shirt and shorts with her long socks- so not exactly the prim appearance this unexpected guest would have preferred, but she had lost the will to care at that moment. She didn’t want to see this new guest.

“Luce, who is it? What’s wrong” Tim saw by the slump of her shoulders, the deep brown sorrow of disappointment, and regret, it could only be one person. 

“My mom.” 

Tim paused the TV immediately, the SVU logo hovering on the screen. He’d always secretly wondered about her parents, considering she met his, but he obviously was never going to mention it. She didn’t want to deal with the confrontation, and while he didn’t know much about her parents, he could tell they had an effect on her. The way she stood now, the way her expression shifted, it was like an anvil was on each shoulder, and she couldn’t escape it. His gut churned as he got up and came to Lucy’s side. 

Lucy’s parents already knew about Tim, but they hadn’t talked about it in person. She had called them about it, in an ecstatic rush thinking they might actually approve of her being in a stable relationship. With another cop. Who was also her superior officer. And former TO. So, obviously, that didn’t work out too well. But then she could just hang up when things were going into insulting territory (which happened rather quickly, by the way), but now she couldn’t. 

She hesitantly opened the door. 

“Took you long enough. Hello Lucy. Oh, you were busy watching horrid police shows, isn’t your ‘job’ enough?” Her mother made no point to ask before coming in. Tim put an arm around Lucy’s waist, preparing himself for what was to come.

“Oh, and it’s that superior you decided to get… involved with, what was your name? Tom?” Sigh. They both hoped this visit would be short.

“I-it’s, whatever-”

“Still talking like the reckless teenager you are…” Tim was about to object before Lucy squeezed her hand; a warning. Don’t engage.  

“Why are you here, Mom?”

“Well, I doubt you remembered, but it is your biological father’s anniversary… of his death. See on your 30th birthday he wanted me to give this to you,” She pulled out a small package from her bag. 

“Of course, your 30th has come and gone, but I didn’t think you could handle this, but I recently…changed my mind. No, I don’t know what is in it, never cared to look. Now I have errands to run, so I’ll be off. Goodbye dear,” and with that, she was gone. 

Lucy rushed to the couch to open the box. Her mother had no right to keep this from her, and she wanted to see what her biological dad would say to her like years ago. Finally she might get some closure, but first, TIm seemed like he had something on his mind, and Lucy was still a little weighed down from her conflict with her mother. 

“I’m sorry,” Tim blurts, his brows creased. 

“Why?” Lucy touched his arm reassuringly. This was not his fault. 

“I’m sorry that you had to deal with that your whole life.”

“Yeah, well, ya know, family…” Tim and Lucy both understood the weight parents could leave on an innocent child.

“Are you ready to open the box?”

“Very,” She opened the top of what appeared to be a small cardboard box, the slim rectangular kind that normally held earrings or a small necklace. She opened it to see an envelope and a necklace, a locket. 

First, she gently unfurled the letter, pieces of parchment falling out of the yellow envelope. She turned it to Tim, inviting him to read with her, and then they began.

Dear Lucy,  

I hope I get to see you one day, but if it doesn’t come to that, I’ve left this with your mother to give you when the time is right. I let her decide when that would be, which I’ll probably regret.  

If you do happen to read this, I want to tell you a few things you probably would like to hear after dealing with your mother and father for however many years it has been for you. While I never got to properly meet who you would become, I knew, the second you were born that you would be the most determined, fearless ray of sunshine to ever exist on this planet (the opposite of your mother, by the way).  

I knew- and still know- and urge you to continue- fighting tooth and nail for everything you want, because as long as you do that, you can get anything and everything you deserve. People will push you down (most likely the people raising you, from what I saw of them anyway), and many will try, I should say. Because you won’t, can’t let it get to you. You have too much potential for that.  

Be the ray of sunshine I know you are, and the burning, fiery star you need to be in this world. And I hope you find peace.  

Sincerely,  

Your father by blood and spirit  

PS- The item I’ve attached with this is a locket, with a photo of the first time I ever met you, and the last time. When you were born in the hospital. Hope you still shine as you did then :) - Dad 

Lucy frantically grabbed for the locket, ignoring the fiery tears going down her cheeks. She opened the locket, which was gold in the shape of a sun, and it was exactly what he said it would be- a photo of their first and last meeting. 

Tim gently clasped it around her neck, then dropped her hair over the clasp of the golden chain. She felt at peace, but a part of her still needed to know one thing. 

“Why did my mother wait to show me this until now? There must be more reason then the anniversary of the death, something we’re missing, Tim.”

“Maybe we need to stop watching so much Law And Order after shift-”

“Tim, I’m serious, unfortunately, I know my mother, and this isn’t like her.” Tim took in a breath, realizing this was important to her. He got up and headed for the door. 

“Come on then, let’s go ask her.”

----

“Mom! I need to ask you something,” Lucy stood determined in front of her mother in the freezing parking lot of Lucy’s apartment complex, but she didn’t twitch. Now that was the fiery star Lucy's biological dad was talking about in that letter , Tim thought, proud. 

“Why did you wait to give me this until now?” Realizing Lucy wasn’t leaving anytime soon, her mother sagged her shoulders and started to explain.

“Your father and I are having…issues right now. Your biological dad once said, in the throws of one of our worse fights, that your father and I would be rude, horrible parents. I’m starting to think he might’ve been right. However, that doesn’t mean you were a peach either, throwing away your life for some pathetic thing you call a career…” Ah, family.  

“I-thanks mom, I’m going to head back inside. Goodnight,” And with that, she took Tim’s hand and trudged back to her apartment. 

“Sorry about all that,”

“Don’t do that, now are you okay?” Lucy paused.

“Yes, actually. It’s nice to know my biological dad was always there for me, in spirit at least.”

Tim held Lucy’s hand just a little tighter as they walked up the stairs to her apartment. He didn’t feel the need to meet any more of Lucy’s mother’s side of the family, he’d just read a letter about the only family member of her’s that mattered. 

#Chenford #chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction

[this-is-an-open-letter]

I can't believe Tracy is leaving PD now to! What do you think is going to happen to the show now? I am seeing twitter talking about the showing being cancelled but has there been confirmation of that?

I feel like I can just copy and paste my same answer when I was asked about Jesse leaving...because the reality is the same.

As much as I love Jesse and Tracy neither of them leaving the show is going to drastically change the overall ratings Its an ensemble show. Not one character on this show carries the show, so one character leaving will not tip the scale in any real drastic way...certainly not enough to get the show cancelled.

Also PD has always been a show with a revolving cast since Sophia left, then Al, then Antonio....its not new for this show to have characters leave and new ones come in, its built into the structure of the show. Not to mention the show has never done any big dramatic earth shattering stakes to make tuning in more worth it. Anna, a C character's death had more pull on the audience then Al's death and he was an OG character. The show is great a writing their detective's being held captive and fighting for their lives, but terrible at actually creating stakes or taking away character's in a dramatic fashion. Everyone that has left PD has done so at their own request.

The ratings for PD have been all over the place since the show premiered - it started on the low side and then slowly built a solid viewership but in the last few seasons that viewership has started to decrease, which again is just a sign of shows that are on the air for a long time tend to lose viewers over time not gain them. Look at Grey's or SVU - they're not rating juggernauts like they used to be. Its just the eb and flow of TV media. And now we have to factor in streaming so that changes viewership as well.

As for the show nothing is going to change - they'll fill Tracy's role with another actor just like did with Jesse and the show will go on. I am sure we'll see a dip in ratings this season but that's partly to do with the strike and the fact that the season is going to be much shorter. We also don't know Tracy's episode count. I would think with a very short season she'd be around for all the episodes (I am guessing they're only going to get 13 for the year), i can't imagine she'll leave after 3 but that remains to be seen.

I am going to reiterate the same thing I said previously which is that the online twitter/tumblr fandom does not even account of 1/4 of the viewership of the show. I am sorry that people feel twitter has any pull or sway in viewership but that's just not correct. For one a good portion of PD fans aren't even American which means they're viewership doesn't even count. And for those that are American if they don't have Neilson rating boxes on their TVs, then their viewership also doesn't count toward the weekly rating. So when you factor those two things the pool of likely viewers gets drastically cut down even further.

I understand people are upset with the show in the past few years, I am one of those people, but to act like you can get a show cancelled by not watching because your fave character is choosing to leave, is just immature not to mention you're hoping for a show that employ's 200+ people who are dependent on their weekly pay cheque, to be cancelled. Its just an awful perspective and I can't stand seeing stupid comments like that.

#tracy spiridakos #chicago pd #asks

[rahleeyah]

It’s d.c. anon back after a mental health breakkkk 😎😎 and I have more thoughts lol

first, I cannot take credit for this as I saw it on Twitter, but it RESONATED. Having CM come to svu to play the hallucination of an emt after Olivia’s car accident was a misuse of budget lol. I can’t remember (so correct me if I’m wrong) but he wasn’t in the rest of the ep, and as far as I know it didn’t do anything to advance the eo plot? Idk. Just a random thing I saw and was like YES. only bc that’s the reason we get sometime when we talk about crossovers…the budget… but like…why? LOL

Second, we know the general consensus is oc season 3 is a dumpster fire. BUT I actually like that we cut off the casino story line to focus on the Vaughn story and then went back to casino? Thoughts? I know it’s probably bc of the show runner turnover but, happy accident?

Lastly, I remembered the other day that when I was in college I had a HUGE crush on one of my guy friends. Idk if it was what I thought love was at that age and Idk if it was obvious to anyone else or to him but eventually he hooked up with my best friend at the time. And this gutted me. I spent the night ugly crying to my roommate and lied about the reason I was crying bc I was so embarrassed of the real reason. I bring this all up to say that at the time, I couldn’t control myself or my emotions and how STRONG Olivia has had to be for herself alone, with not many people there to let in and see her vulnerable. About the trust of others that is not there since the pattern has always been the same and I’m heartbroken for her

before we dive in - good for you for taking a mental health break. that shit is so important and all the stuff we do online can be fun but it can also do damage and I'm glad you took a step back and are ready to return now!

no it is such a good point and I have to wonder if like. were there contract discussions about the number of times he'd turn up in svu beforehand? was wet lettuce told he had to include Elliot somewhere in that episode and that was what he came up with? I wouldn't put it past him, the twat,

yes, this season has been a dumpster fire and yes I liked that we cut away for the random arc in the middle. I don't think I would've liked it if it came in the middle of the Albanian arc, where oc was actually telling a really good, interesting, cohesive story and it would've felt like a distraction, but in the middle of this mess that I didn't care about at all, the one off with vaughn was actually much more interesting and fun. the casino arc has been trash so I was just glad to not have to deal with it lmao but it would be interesting to see if they use this structure again and how that unfolds in the future

Olivia has had to be strong but Olivia has also chosen to isolate herself in many ways. Olivia has chosen to keep a lot of her feelings to herself on purpose as a matter of self-protection, which a lot of us do, not bc she's embarrassed and not bc she doesn't want to be a burden and not bc she doesn't want to cause a scene but bc her biggest fear is being seen as vulnerable. she absolutely does not want that, she will cut off her own arm before she lets someone else see her weak. so for her keeping all her emotions to herself and not confiding in people is actually easier than reaching out. that has become her comfort zone. it does more harm than good in the long run but we all get stuck in behaviors that hurt us from time to time. it will take all of her strength to be vulnerable, and there's really only one person left she will be honest with. and I for one desperately want to see that.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

[lesbenson]

#it’s hilarious bc they’re mad that it’s not true and they’re mad at her for saying it#like. ITS NOT TRUE AT THIS EXACT MOMENT IN TIME BUT ITS ALSO NOT LIKE ITS NOT ROOTED IN FACT#HE DOES HAVE A LONG SIGNIFICANT TRACK RECORD OF EMOTIONAL UNAVAILABILITY#THE PROBLEM IS THAT LIV IS CITING THAT AS THE REASON FOR HER RELATIONSHIP STATUS#LIKE GIRL. OKAY GIRL. OKAY

its so funny. sorry the art of nuance has been lost on you. sorry that you're so used to media spoonfeeding you with characters saying their exact emotion, singular, because only one thing can be true at a time therefore everything else is false and a lie and is bad morally because its a lie. Sorry my dudes, this is the "Cops are good and can protect rape victims sometimes" show, its a fantasy. Leave your morals at the Dun Dun. There's not only one correct answer.

SHDHRJDHD in their defense svu Has honestly been doing exactly that - spoon feeding us the singular views and emotions of each character - for a lot of seasons (s19 and s20 off the top of my head are the very worst about it) and there’s definitely been a tonal shift this season i think bc of the writer switch and maybe the directing style? a little more moody and mysterious re: characters internal monologues. which i LOVE. but like admittedly in recent years liv has just either plainly stated her exact feelings or just gaslit people (amanda) or avoided dealing in emotions altogether. irl i’ve been calling svu the mcu of tv in that it’s meant to hold your attention and not actually make you think too hard (especially 2.0) 💀

but i do think this is a ridiculous thing for people to be up in arms about LOL like i said elliot has definitely been emotionally unavailable in significant ways and liv isn’t really wrong for saying it now but it’s another very funny Liv Thing to me where she gives such a random description of her feelings about elliot that it’s almost MORE intense than just saying she loves him. the main one for me has always been when she tells amanda “no one looked out for me the way he did” when elliot first comes back and while of course that’s true i think it is SUCH a random description of their dynamic to someone who has no idea what benson and stabler actually were. that being the thing that liv emphasizes in the middle of all the chaos when elliot comes back is really :( to me. like she feels responsible for looking out for Him in rotps and she’s thinking a lot about who had her back 20 years ago. screams.

#? #sorry this turned into such a different rant #i do agree that ppl need to Think a bit harder

[captain-penguin2]

Favorite ships #1- CoNic

I want to start doing “My Favorite Ships”and explaining the reasons behind why I like them. These will be n no particular order, except that CoNic might actually be my favorite ship so this one is correct.

Okay, so CoNic, this ship is possibly one of the best-written ships on any TV show. Matt Czuchry and Emily VanCamp who play Conrad and Nic have this undeniable chemistry from the start, and it's just amazing. Back to the writing, I mean, this ship is so incredibly written it’s mind-blowing, and mixing it with Emily and Matt’s chemistry is spectacular, and it carries the whole show. I have probably watched about 100 TV shows since the pandemic, and this ship is quite possibly my favorite. I started a lot with comedies, then went to the Arrowverse shows, and then The Resident and all of the other medical dramas. The way they get together feels so much more natural than any other medical drama because we see the first hints of it beginning in the pilot episode, with Conrad trying to win her back. It's evident from the start that they had a relationship before, and I mean, they make out in a call room, and she's like, “you can't just kiss me like that,” even though she was kissing him too. The thing I love is that they both know from the start that they are meant for each other. It's just that Nic is ready to trust Conrad again and let him back in and is Conrad going to do everything in his power to convince her that they are meant for eachother and that he’s changed. This ship is so incredible and since Emily left the show and her character died it's been a little upsetting because we will never really get to see this relationship again.

The closest ships to CoNic I could think of would be Kelster (Jaime and Scott FBIint) and Rollisi (Rollins and Carisi SVU), in which Kelster is broken up and don't really interact any more because of the writers and Rollins is leaving in the 9th episode of the current season of SVU I mean will probably hear about her from Carisi, but still it isn’t the same as them interacting.

#favorite ships #tv ships #the resident #nic nevin #conrad hawkins #conic #conrad x nic #my thoughts #why I like conic

[campmurderparty]

audrina & stella.

It really, truly, honestly was not a personal thing. Audrina did not murder olivia, it was simply manslaughter, and she hadn’t meant for it to happen. Yes, olivia totally stole the cheer captain spot out from right under her–their coach really did have a vendetta against audrina, probably because she was washed up and coaching college cheerleading instead of, like, doing whatever old women did–and audrina hated the idea of anyone following after someone else other than her. She had been cheer captain of her high school team and the captain of the team in her sophomore and junior years, but coach sampson decided it was time someone other than audrina led the girls. Maybe she saw the iron fist that audrina used. Maybe they realized audrina didn’t care about inspiring others, she cared about having power. The team was her own personal cult.

So, yes. It was incredibly tragic what happened with olivia, but it was an accident. The rest of the team went along with the prank because they rarely ever disagreed with audrina without some sort of punishment from her. Except for stella. Everyone else was a victim to audrina’s moods. She was the only one that voiced their disagreement with audrina and lived to get away with it–wait, no. lived wasn’t the correct word, because audrina did not kill people! Lived comfortably. That was better. Stella was the only one that could go against her word and didn’t end up completely iced out. If someone fell out of line, all audrina had to do was tell the others to pretend she didn’t exist and suddenly it was like the girl really didn’t exist. There were more creative punishments, too. Like playing a prank in which the victim was supposed to believe their college sweetheart was having a fucking orgy with the rest of the cheerleading team.

Now olivia was dead and her body was missing. That meant only two things: Somebody knew what they had done–what she had done–and now she was at their mercy.  Or the scarier option: olivia wasn’t actually dead; That she climbed out from under the tarp and out of the pool, maybe to turn in the squad to the police. Audrina couldn’t go to jail. Her parents would bail her out in a moment’s notice, or at least she hoped they would, but she’d still have to spend a night or two in jail before that happened. If olivia wasn’t dead, then audrina would have to kill her for real. Except that she didn’t kill people! Not on purpose! Stella had the audacity to sound annoyed with her. Like, hello, their futures were on the line? Audrina may have pushed the bitch, but they helped her hide the body. They didn’t go to the police immediately. That made them accessories–she watched enough law and order: svu growing up to know that. She waited as stella shot off a text to their group chat, fingers tapping mindlessly. Jesus, she hated being out of control. What were they going to do? Search a frat party for a waterlogged corpse, or perhaps they should’ve kept an eye out for a soggy cheerleader with her skull split open?

“Alright, fine.” audrina said exasperatedly. The pair began to push through the crowd on the backyard lawn, fighting their way toward the house. She kept a keen eye out for her teammates and the missing body. Once they found their way inside the frat house, audrina sat down on the arm of the couch, making sure to pose perfectly. She never wanted someone to look at her and think she looked less than perfect. The other girls on the squad eventually began to wander in. once they all arrived, audrina got up from the couch and waved the girls over so they’d all follow her up the stairs. Finding a quiet room upstairs, audrina slammed the door shut and turned her ire on her squad, “okay. What the fuck? Did any of you tell?” 

‘I’d never tell, i promise!’ ‘what are you talking about, audrina?’ ‘nobody said a word, i swear!’

The chorus of girls nervously whispered. It didn’t take them even a moment to understand what audrina was referring to. Audrina crossed her arms again, tilted her chin high, and raised a brow: “then who the fuck moved the body?” 

[serenasoutherlyns]

If you were to completely ignore canon (I do all the time) what would you give the law and order and SVU ADAs for careers post their episodes?

ooooh ok got this one

Paul would still become a defense attorney I think. I think he has the sense of justice for it and he’s such a good lawyer.

If Claire lived, I think she may have left the legal profession because she was so burnt out from prosecuting but I don’t see her as a defense attorney. She might actually do the flower shop thing (ok a girl can dream) or maybe she would’ve gotten a Phd? My head canon is that she had a gender studies degree so she might do that, maybe a focus on gender and the law.

Jamie!!!! I think her being a judge is 1000% correct.

Abbie working in the federal court system also makes total sense to me but she might also be a good judge.

Serena is another one I could see leaving the law if she didn’t go to work in brooklyn like me and @tonymarias headcanoned. I think she might become a therapist because I think she has the right temperament for it.

If Alex lived I think she would’ve stayed at the DA’s office. I think she would’ve been an ADA for homicide or even SVU.

Connie would also stay a prosecutor I think, I really think she should’ve been the EADA on the reboot :)

thanks for the ask!!!

#claire kincaid #serena southerlyn #abbie carmichael #jamie ross #paul robinette #alexandra borgia #alex borgia #connie rubirosa #anonymous #ask #law & order #law and order #svu

[detectivesvu]

Dark and Light

Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Mentions of violence. Mentions of insanity. Mentions of rape. Mentions of murder.

A/N: This is based off of this week’s SVU episode. For future readers, it’s Season 22, Ep. 14.

Word Count: 1,037

“I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

“Sonny,” You breathed out, horrified at the state of the side of his bloodied head, “Your head!”

Sonny only set his blazer over the back of the chair in your living room, a casual shrug emitting from his shoulders as he entered. He had expected this reaction after the initial shock of being attacked had worn off.

“It’s actually my ear,” He corrected, “And I’m perfectly fine, doll. He missed my eardrum.” 

You closed the newspaper in your hands with a light rustle, but your current demeanor was anything but light. 

“He missed your- wait, who missed your eardrum? And what was he trying to do?” You gawked, hesitating to touch the bandages around his ear.

Sonny grumbled. Not at you, of course, but at the entire situation. It had taken a massive toll on his day, and for now he just wanted to sit down in the comfort of his home at the very least.

“Can I at least get a kiss first? Since when did you stop greeting me with kisses, baby girl?” He questioned, a sly smirk popping up on his face.

“Since the day that my husband walked in with a hole in the side of his head.” You bantered back, but obliged to his request with a sweet kiss to his lips.

Sonny crashed onto the couch, slinking down and spreading his long legs out as far as they could go underneath the coffee table. Despite the fact that Sonny really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, he knew that you’d worry yourself over it until he explained. He couldn’t say that he didn’t blame you.

“Does the name Henry Mesner mean anything to you?” Sonny queried, resting one of his hands on your legs once you got comfortable next to him.

“I can’t say that it does. It doesn’t ring a bell. Why?” You admitted, racking your brain of any reason that you should’ve known that name.

“Mesner was put into juvenile detention when he was 10. He turned 18 this year and the court released him,” Sonny explained, “He went on a killing spree and murdered his family, attacked the family that his sister was staying with.”

“Christ...” You cursed, “How did SVU get involved?”

“SVU picked up the case before I was a detective there. Mesner’s first attack after his release happened when he raped and tortured the daughter of one of his psychiatrists,” Sonny answered, “Mesner had been stalking the daughter and then approached Jesse in the park with Amanda...”

You could tell that Sonny was getting stressed out by just talking about it. The vein in his forehead was beginning to show and his cheeks were flushing red. You gently rubbed your hand up and down his arm to try to soothe him, not wanting him to get overly upset.

“How did he get put into detention in the first place?” You wondered.

“He abused his little sister, drowned his friend’s dog, and shot Amaro in a standoff,” Sonny rattled off, “Long story short, he never should’ve been released. He outsmarted all of the psychiatrists there. He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Sonny admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and prevent the incoming headache.

“And your ear...?” You pressed carefully, trying to see how Mesner came into the equation of your original concern.

“Oh, he stabbed me in court today. I guess he was trying to prove that he was unfit to stand trial...despite that he is fit to stand trial.” Sonny went on, loosening his tie around his neck.

“He stabbed you?” You asked, your jaw falling open.

“Well, yeah. How else did you think I got this?” Sonny prompted as if it had been the most obvious reasoning in the world.

“I don’t know, but my first thought certainly wasn’t that you were attacked by a teenage psychopath,” You remarked, eyeing over his injury once more, “I thought when you started working for the DA’s office, you’d be less likely to have stuff like this happen.”

“Life’s full of surprises. Isn’t it, lovebug?” Sonny grinned, lifting his arm to invite you to cuddle up next to him.

“I suppose it is,” You replied, “You’re okay though, right?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” He confessed, “But if I’m bein’ honest, a night in is really sounding good right about now.”

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his slender torso, the sound of your laughter bringing some of the weight off of Sonny’s chest.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” You admitted.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Sonny questioned, “Another Golden Girls marathon?”

“You know me so well,” You laughed again, not surprised that he was able to dish out your reasoning for wanting to stay home, “But I know it’s not your favorite so we can-”

“No, no, doll. I’m good with that. As long as you’re here then I’m good.” Sonny cut you off, pulling you even closer, “I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

With that, you scrambled for your phone to order a pizza, followed by the remote, turning on the TV and flipping to the correct channel. You maintained conversation, but much happier topics. You caught him up with all the drama you were enduring at work (which amounted to just gossip between coworkers), told him about the new book you were reading, as well as any other menial things that he loved hearing about.

Sonny managed a chuckle to himself. Even after all these years, your innocence always made him smile. You didn’t always see the dark side of things like he did. Sonny had seen his fair share of horrific things during his time working as a detective...and even still as an ADA. He always considered himself to be the darkness and you to be the brightness in the relationship. Polar opposites that just fit so well. He found relief when he came home to you every day. You were his release, his comfort from everything he had seen.

And you’d be his relief from all the things that he had yet to see.

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi fluff #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x female reader #sonny carisi x fem! reader #sonny carisi x you #sonny carisi x y/n #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi blurb #sonny carisi one shot #law and order svu #law and order fanfiction #law and order carisi #detectivesvu

[lawandorderimagines]

Elliot Taking You Under His Wing (Elliot Stabler x reader)

Elliot really didn’t want a new partner, let alone a rookie

He was convinced that Olivia would come back after her “vacation”, until she didn’t

Captain told him that Olivia put her papers in

Elliot really didn’t want to like you because he was still loyal to Olivia but you managed to impress him

You were a quick learner and thinker, fast on your feet

He also felt strangely protective of you

Yes, he knows you’re capable handling yourself but you’re significantly younger than him

And if Kathy (may she rest in peace, SVU writers are going to hell for that) was insecure about Olivia, then she’s certainly not going to like you

You’re a lot younger than Olivia, still figuring out how the world works

You can understand where Kathy is coming from and you have to let her know that you’re not attracted to Elliot nor would you ever get involved with a coworker, let alone a married one

While you learn a lot from Elliot, you also tend to clash

Mostly over religious and spiritual beliefs, his treatment of suspects in interrogations, political correctness

He’s such a boomer and it shows

How Kathy puts up with him, you’ll never understand

When a significant amount of time has passed, he’s truly proud of the detective you’ve become and he tells you that 

This is also when he tells you that he’s retiring

Kathleen and Maureen are out the house, the twins are getting ready to graduate high school, so that just leaves little Eli

Eli is still pretty young so he doesn’t want miss out on his last child growing up

He stills feels guilt for not being there for the others and wants to make things right

You’re a little hurt since you’ve become close to Elliot and he’s always been there for you

But you totally understand his reasoning

When you got home from work, you were surprised that you actually started crying

You completely underestimated how much you were going to miss him

#elliot stabler x reader #elliot stabler imagine #elliot stabler #law and order: organized crime #law and order: svu

[brandyllyn]

Raúl Esparza Character Masterlist

All of these are AO3 Links.

📚Completed Works

Most things I write are explicit and I’ve tried to tag / warn everything appropriately. Let me know if I missed something.

Hannibal

Bought and Paid For: Frederick Chilton x OFC  (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

Disgusted by the idea of going to his first public event after the shooting alone - Frederick Chilton decides to hire the services of an escort for the evening.

Dove Grey Bows: Frederick Chilton x OFC  (General Audiences)(1k words)[AO3] 📚

Sequel to ‘Bought and Paid For’: Everything was going wrong, Chilton was definitely going to fire the person responsible - but did he have time to fix it?

Time’s Fool: Frederick Chilton x OFC of color (Explicit)(11k words)[AO3] 📚

A woman from Chilton's past has the power to throw his entire life into disarray - but will their unfinished business ruin him or save him?

Law & Order SVU

A Good Man Feelin’ Bad : Rafael Barba x OFC of color (Explicit)(44k words)[AO3] 📚*

He really should go out more often if girls - *women* he heard Olivia correct him in his head - were this forward now. Rafael had vague memories of ducking heads, making heated promises while trying to catch someone else’s lips with his. Stolen kisses given reluctantly and nearly always for a price. That had been before. Before he had given up his social life and moved to the Manhattan attorney’s office. It wasn’t this though, not frank proposals and sighs of disappointment. Not fingers tangled into his shirt on a busy street and eyes that couldn’t seem to look away from his lips. He licked at them unconsciously, watching her own part as he did so.

Hell, it was a brave new world out there - he fully intended to enjoy it.

Trouble in the Heights

Half Empty: Nevada Ramirez x f!Reader  (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

It was supposed to be a fresh start, a new business and a new life in Washington Heights. But when Nevada Ramirez strolls through the door of your bar, demanding ten thousand dollars for his 'protection', you find yourself negotiating with your body. You can only hope you find the money before he loses interest.

Debt Makes Promises: Nevada Ramirez x OFC  (Explicit)(47k words)[AO3]📚

“What do you want?”

He tsked lightly under his breath, “You don’t get to ask any more questions. I do this for you, and you will do whatever I ask you to, yes or no?”

“I won’t break the law.” She stated firmly.

He laughed, a dangerous sound that sent a chill up her spine he could feel, “You don’t have a choice. Yes or no?”

He held his breath as he waited for her answer and hers hitched as she replied, “Yes.”

Further on the Edge: Nevada Ramirez x OFC  (Explicit)(21k words)[AO3] 📚

"Nevada smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling and she found herself thinking that he was actually kind of handsome, in a sexy “I’ll kill you for disrespecting me” sort of a way. Which was to say not at all. Not even a little. Her nipples were always this hard. Dammit why did she have to have a type?"

Drawn together by circumstance - Nevada meets a woman who gives him a run for his money. But she's not quite what she presents herself to him...

#Raúl Esparza characters #nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez imagine #frederick chilton #frederick chilton imagine #nevada ramirez x ofc #frederick chilton x ofc #nevada rameriz x reader #trouble in the heights fanfiction #hannibal fanfiction #rafael barba #rafael barba x ofc #rafael barba imagine #law and order: svu fanfiction

[rahleeyah]

the seven-dragons ask is so funny to me because im about as close as it gets. i was 27 days old when svu premiered and have been watching it longer than i can remember and i have indeed graduated college. almost two years ago, actually

your correction duly noted - 23 days, not 27 lmao

you have literally never known a world without svu bestie! you were born a few weeks before but the commercials were already on the air like!!! it's so bonkers to think about lol

#asks #s.vu #e.o asks