#Alex felt the need to tell Olivia she was alive despite her life being in danger

[thepurecinnamonroll]

Idc— Olivia witnessing Alex bleeding out on the sidewalk and then being one of the reasons she doesn't bleed out (along with the fact that she literally felt Alex's blood and life leaving her body) should mean a lot more than people give it credit for omg

Just imagine how Olivia feels after seeing Alex bleeding so much while she held her shoulder

And imagine how Alex feels, knowing Olivia is one of the main reasons she's alive

(this actually drives me crazy)

[storiesofsvu]

Ya know? I’m rewatching s13 and Liv is kinda a b*tch that season. I know it’s because of Elliot but goddamn she was so rude and condescending that season. She was also like that to Casey. I don’t think Liv responds well to change especially when it comes to the people in her life.

Kinda a bitch?? Olivia is a straight up fucking cunt in s13….I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. She’s INCREDIBLY rude to Amanda & Amaro when they show up, not giving them a second glance, completely dismissive to them trying to learn from her. She gives Cragen SO much shit, back talks and doesn’t listen. She’s a FULL FLEDGED adult, and a senior member of the squad and she’s acting like a full fucking brat. She’s beyond rude to Casey when Casey’s just trying to do her job, bringing up the fact that Casey was suspended, despite her having been back for over a year by that point. Like, Amanda looks up to her so much and is just constantly shit upon by her.

(This got long so there’s more under the cut)

Liv get so fucking butt hurt when people leave her (work) life.

Alex? She knew she was still alive, she knew she was still out there, and she treats Casey like she’s the one who pulled the trigger when she first shows up. Yes, I get that Alex was “dead” and Liv wouldn’t have any contact with her over the years but like, fucking calm down.

Stabler leaves, and well, we discussed that above. It also seemed ridiculous that he would walk away completely and never pick up the phone to call her or answer it. You CANNOT tell me that Kathy never once called Liv to come over for Sunday dinner, or that the kids didn’t still come to Olivia for help on things they felt awkward talking to their parents about, she was like a fucking second Mom/godmother/aunt to them. (Yes, yes, whatever, this was “explained” with the return of Stabler in OC, but i still think it’s stupid).

She even does it as the Captain, when Stone replaces Barba. Like…Barba left on HIS OWN ACCORD. McCoy tried to force him to stay, but he resigned anyways. I understand being pissed at the prosecutor who took Barba’s case, but like…Stone didn’t know the history, he was just doing as he was asked/told. And again, (and this time it’s shown/canon) Barba STAYED IN TOUCH, yes he left nyc, but like…they still Skyped, and probably texted/talked frequently. Plus with social media now a days, it’s SO easy to stay involved with people’s lives. She’s IN CHARGE of her squad, she’s the one that is supposed to lead by example, yet here she is constantly bickering and arguing with Peter just because he replaced Barba, like, she’s fucking up her work life/professionalism over a personal issue. (Again….)

Like home girl needs to chill….

She REALLY doesn’t do well with change. And i get that ya know, she never really had a solid back up…? Support system! Lol, that’s what i was looking for, especially growing up, absent, alcoholic mother, no dad, no siblings/grandparents, so when her support system later in life gets taken away it would hurt and she would lash out, but realistically, all those people were still part of her life, they just weren’t part of her work life…..

[thatesqcrush]

Striking Up the Ball

Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: The fic that was not supposed to be. Interesting how the muses work sometimes. This covers the “masks” square in my kink bingo, found here. CW: outdoor fingerbang + oral anyone?

WC: 2219

AN2: Typos & such. Forgive me, xo.

Alex Muñoz was right.

Under any other circumstance, Rafael Barba would have been allergic to political shindigs like the one he was currently attending. The NYPD ball was one of the premier social events. Olivia was one of the many police officers being awarded medals of distinction. Not wanting to attend alone, she begged her best friend to attend with her.

“Rafael, please.”

Olivia placed a hand on Rafael’s outstretched arm. “It will be good for you to go. How long has it been since you and Yelina have been divorced?”

Rafael looked up from this scotch he was nursing and pursed his lips as he racked his brain. “A little over a year.”

“This is just two friends, having a much needed, overdue night out. Open bar.” Olivia reasoned, waggling her brows.

Rafael let out a low chuckle. “Okay. Now, cummerbund or waistcoat?”

“Definitely waistcoat.” Olivia suggested. She looked away for a minute, before turning back to face Rafael. “You know, Y/N may be there.”

Rafael reached forward to pluck an olive from the bar condiment caddy. “Why would I care if Y/N is there?” He asked brusquely, ignoring the fact that his stomach did a small flip at the mention of your name. Hopping off the barstool, he reached into his wallet and pulled a few bills out covering both his and Olivia’s tab. He pressed a kiss to Olivia’s cheek. “Send me the details. I’ll meet you there.”

--

And that is how Rafael Barba found himself on the steps of Gracie Mansion, the home of the Mayor of New York City, waiting for Olivia to arrive. Despite it being well into Autumn, it was unseasonably warm. Every so often a breeze from the East River billowed through, providing some relief. The night was perfectly clear, with the stars shining unusually bright despite the light pollution. Olivia stepped out from an unmarked black car, dressed to the nines in a floor length sparkling emerald dress with a plunging neckline. Her hair was swept up and chandelier style earrings hung off her face.

“Rafael Barba, you sure do clean up nicely.” Olivia murmured, taking in the handsome prosecutor’s appearance. Rafael appeared sophisticated in classic black tie, with a waistcoat as discussed. His salt and pepper hair was perfectly coiffed, creating a lovely swoop in the front. 

“I should be so offended. I am one of the best dressed ADA’s out there – where do you think Carisi gets it from?” Rafael retorted cheekily. Olivia let out a laugh and waved him off.

“In all sincerity, Olivia, you look gorgeous.” Rafael complimented, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He extended his arm, and Olivia took it as they ascended the stairs into the mansion. Olivia handed the invitation to the doorman and after being cleared by security, made their way in. They followed the elegant strains of music. The home of the mayor had been transformed into an elegant fever dream of glittering crystal and opulence. Peonies, roses, lisianthus, hydrangeas, and tulips hung off the iron chandeliers. Food and drink overflowed in excess. Just as they were about to head into the main room, they were stopped by a woman holding two masks.

“It’s a masquerade.” The woman donning her own gilded mask explained. “Enjoy the festivities.”

Rafael audibly sighed and Olivia turned to him, her brow arched. “Well then. Here we go.” The French doors opened as they donned their masks.

Rafael turned to Olivia. “You owe me big.”

--

The party was filled to every corner. Waiters moved through and around the crowd effortlessly and with ease. The party was a little too loud, even for Rafael’s liking – and he knew as a Cuban, how his family and friends liked to party. People were in various stages of inebriation. From a distance, Rafael spied the mayor and other top brass in the PD talking and laughing. A waiter passed through and Rafael plucked the remaining two champagne flutes from the tray. Rafael turned to Olivia but found that she had disappeared altogether. His eyes scanned the room and he saw her talking to some other party goer.

Rafael straightened himself and tipped back one glass of champagne with ease. He continued to scan the room, watching the partygoers alike when his eyes settled on you. He realized that Olivia wasn’t jerking him around – you in fact had made an appearance. Covering your face was a rose-gold filigree half-mask, but he could recognize you from a mile away. Your lips were painted in a dark, deep wine color that complimented your dress. You wore a wine-colored A-line sleeveless sequin mini dress with a deep neckline. Your hair was loose, large, soft curls cascaded down your shoulders.

You were in deep conversation when you felt as if you were being watched. You turned around and met Rafael’s eyes from across the room. Rafael tipped the champagne chute in your direction and you smiled. Excusing yourself, you made your way over. The way your hips switched as you walked over - something in him stirred – and it was more than just his cock, which became alive for the first time in a very long time since the divorced was finalized. 

Rafael set down the now-empty champagne flute and started working on the other as you made your way over. His eyes coasted down your exposed skin to the swells of tits, which were lifted obscenely high in your dress.

“Good evening.” You greeted. He stared at you intently, transfixed by your supple pout. His cock stirred and for the briefest moment he could imagine your mouth stretched out over his thick cock.

“Hello.” Rafael rumbled. The husky timbre of his voice caused you to involuntarily shiver. He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the top of it. You sucked a deep breath in as his soft lips touched your skin, feeling an electric spark. You wondered if he felt it too.

“How are you enjoying yourself this fine evening? You asked.

“This is quite the event.” Rafael replied, glancing at all of the party-goers.

“I’d say so – it’s as if all of Manhattan’s finest are here.”

“Well, more like right in front of me.” He murmured. You cocked your head. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Rafael paused and then cleared his throat before continuing. “You look gorgeous.”

You felt your heat skip a beat at his words. “You look quite handsome yourself.” And you meant it. There was something about Rafael in a tux that did something to you. He was already handsome, but now, him in a tuxedo… desire pooled in your belly.

You were the newest special victim detective. And you had a thing for the prosecutor who worked closely with your squad. There was something about him – whether his legal knowledge, his humility, or his sense of ethics and fairness. You harbored a crush near immediately.  You relished any opportunity to work with him one-on-one or sit in on one of his trials.

You had no idea Rafael was attending the masquerade ball but you had run into Olivia at the bathroom and she had made a casual mention of his attendance, which caused you to internally squee with delight.

The string quartet in the corner began to play and you recognized the early strings of Romance in F Minor. You looked longingly at the other couples dancing and turned to Rafael.

“Care to dance?”

Rafael’s lips twitched into a smile. “Absolutely.” Taking your hand into his, he accompanied you to the dance floor. Rafael held you close as you two swayed to the music. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined this would be how you were spending your evening. At minimum, you figured you would have fun dressing up, watch your captain accept her award and then have a really amazing dinner on someone else’s dime.

Rafael’s hand lowered to the small of your back, pressing you even closer. The closeness makes you shiver involuntarily, and your nipples harden, straining against the confines of your dress. You take a deep inhalation of his cologne and your cunt kicks hard with need. At one point, Rafael looked down to you and he didn’t miss how you licked your lips and again, he felt his cock twitch and stir to life.

The dance ended, with another starting. The two of you continue dancing, losing yourselves in the moment. Eventually you both take a reprieve to sit for dinner. Olivia eventually accepted her award and from where she stood, she did not miss how you and Rafael sat closely to one another. You crossed your legs as you listened to Olivia’s speech and your dress rose on your thighs, exposing more skin. You made no move to pull your dress hemline down and Rafael used the opportunity to trace concentric circles along your skin. You were breathing heavier, your heart raced in its cage.

The award ceremony finished, and you stood quickly, eager. You could tell the moon was shining brightly from the floor to ceiling windows and you reached down to tug on Rafael’s arm. “It’s warm in here, lets go for a walk outside in the garden.”

Rafael nodded and the two of you ventured outside. You did not miss how his hand was on the small of your back, guiding you. The garden was quiet, save for one or two guests. You held onto your clutch as the two of you made way through the hedge maze. You noted in the center was a small tower with double helical external staircase.

As you two made way through the maze, you chit-chatted on small, non-important matters. You both finally made way to the middle of the maze, to where the tower menacingly loomed. You spun on the balls of your feet and ripped your mask off. You faced Rafael and searched his eyes through the mask he wore. They were blown with lust.

“Kiss me.”

Rafael turned to you and gave you a wicked, near wolfish grin. He yanked off his mask as well, pulled you in close and captured your lips with his. You whimpered in response as his tongue dueled with yours. He moved his lips to along your neckline, causing you to gasp and groan. A hand trailed up your dress, seeking. Rafael let out a deep throated rumble as he moved the tiny sliver of fabric that dared serve as your panties. His fingers quickly found your slick heat and he stroked you, collecting your wetness on his fingers. You dropped your clutch as you desperately gripped the iron railing that surrounded the tower.  

“So wet and needy.” Rafael murmured in your ear before giving it a nip. His fingers glided to your clit and he rubbed similar circles on the swollen nub just as he did earlier on your thighs. You let out soft moans as he worked your clit with mixes of small circles and soft pressure.

“Oh, oh, oh God.” You moaned as you now gripped onto Rafael. The music, the dancing, the alcohol – it was all too much. It was hedonistic and epicurean. And you wanted more. You wanted Rafael. Rafael captured your lips once more, swallowing your moans as he slipped a thick digit inside of you. Your thighs trembled as he finger fucked you, bringing you quickly to the precipice. Your eyes squeezed shut as you completely dissolved into pleasure. Your orgasm rippled through your body. It was almost blinding; sounds of the party nearby were fuzzy, almost like white noise.

Rafael removed his fingers and made a big show of sucking his fingers clean. Roughly he pulled down the top of your dress, freeing your tits from their confines. He grabbed one globe tightly and lowered his mouth to it and suckled. He repeated his actions to your other breast, flicking his tongue until your nipples were stiffened peaks. Rafael removed his mouth and with his index and thumb, twisted a nipple rather roughly causing you to whimper. It should have hurt but instead caused your cunt to involuntarily clutch around nothingness in desperate need.

You let out a whimper and watched in eager anticipation as he removed his tuxedo jacket. He set it down, inside to the grass and then knelt before you. He encouraged you to spread your legs which you were all too happy to oblige.

Rafael buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking at your most feminine parts. “Oh God,” you groaned as your head lolled back, lacing your hands into his salt and pepper hair. You pulled at his hair, tugging as your hips rocked against his face. “Don’t stop, so close,” you groaned.

“Never,” Rafael murmured as he used the tip of his tongue to torture your clitoris. His breath tickled swollen pearl. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Rafael’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Rafael licked you through your orgasm and then pressed kisses up and along your trembling thighs until he was standing fully. You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and hungry.

“Lets get out of here.” Rafael rasped, breaking the kiss.

“Lead the way.” You reply as your pulled up your dress, fixing yourself. Rafael grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way out. 

Your masks were still behind on the ground. Long forgotten.

FIN.

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Supernatural | 13.03 Review

Supernatural -  Patience

Unfortunately this episode wasn’t as entertaining to watch as the first two episodes in this season. There are several problems in this one and it’s difficult to find moments that actually worked. Quite a few scenes here just made me think: who thought that would be a good idea for an episode?

Things that didn’t work for me:

The teaser was one of the most boring episode intros in a long while. I understand that after 250+ episode it becomes difficult to find an interesting way to murder someone without any build up or character depth, but come on. Neither the writing, the acting or the directing were really good. It was just... there, and gave us the face of the MotW.

How to not start a spinoff: the first impression of the Wayward Sisters spinoff this episode was quite flat and straight forward without any real interesting themes. Patience is a talented, pretty girl with psychic powers who’s loved by everyone. Nothing in this episode made me want to learn more about her though, since we sort of know already a lot about her? That her mother died, that her father was angry at his own mother and that Patience didn’t have much contact to her grandmother as a result, that she never knew she had these powers until now, and that she’ll be busy with calculus for now. And since her powers aren’t that special or new on this show it’s difficult to get interested in whatever could happen next.

The monster of this week’s episode was equally flat. While it was nice to see a wraith again after such a long time if feels like the writer didn’t really know what to do with the monster. It could have been any monster. The only reason it probably was chosen was that its habit to feed on brain juice gave it a reason to focus on psychics. But I’ve almost wanted to laugh when the wraith kidnapped Patience and then give her a villain speech. It’s so cliché...

The fight in Patience’s vision had a wraith kill three people in a short time, and I think that was just really over the top? Like, a lot? Why couldn’t it have been only her dad that needed saving? After having killed antagonists like Azazel, Eve, Dick Roman, Abaddon and Cain you really want to tell me that Dean Winchester would get taken down just like that? And that only these tiny little shout outs from Patience suddenly change the whole playing field? I’m not buying it.

Jody being a know-it-all and not even waiting a minute before telling Patience to ignore Dean’s advice. Why? Because you know so much about growing up in the hunter life, Jody? Because it turned out so well for Claire and Alex? Without Sam and Dean Alex would most likely be a vampire by now, Claire would be dead or a werewolf, and Jody herself wouldn’t be alive anymore. So these guys probably know what they’re talking about. And Dean didn’t tell Patience to pretend to be someone she’s not. He advised her to continue with her old life, and why shouldn’t she do so? When we meet Claire again after years, she’s in a  juvenile center and has no real idea what happened to her mother. There is an understandable reason for her to be rebellious and to search for answers. She was in a completely different position than Patience, and even for Claire it’s not very smart to run around, hunting alone. Patience has zero experience in hunting, and you can’t count on her contacting you just because you met once? You might want to slow these kids down a bit.

The Sam & Jack interactions were basically just copy & paste from the last two episodes, and looking at this post made me realise it’s also basically copy & paste from American Nightmare. Sam trying to teach Jack some stuff or trying to figure out what he can do is not a bad idea in general, but getting impatient when Jack can’t move the pencil seems not in line with Sam’s attitude towards Jack up until now. It feels forced because now there’s a reason for Jack to believe that Sam really just wants to use him. Especially since Sam of all people would not tell Jack to imagine how it felt when Asmodeus was in Jack’s head in an non-ooc-scenario . And that on scene where Sam can’t see Jack on the screen anymore... that was a bit too much and over the top. The guy is half human, be just could have left the room for a little moment. And he just mentioned that he feels uncomfortable that Sam’s constantly watching him? So yeah... relax, Sam. And relax, background music.

Dean apparently not having any other plot than mourning the death of his mother and friend and getting angry and aggressive as a result. Why do the writers have to make him so two-dimensional? It’s understandable that he doesn’t want to care for Jack (why should he), he probably doesn’t have anything left to invest in Jack right now. And we’ve seen his distrust of Jack already in season 12 before the kid was even born. But can the brothers please find a strategy? As it is now it’s silly, and the arguments of the brothers aren’t moving forward either. They’re having basically the same conversation in all three episodes now, just each time a bit more angry. How long will they continue like this before one of them leaves again for a while? 

Sam not showing any grief at all regarding Mary’s death. He probably is just burrowing himself in work to avoid thinking about it, but it would be nice to see that, or at least to reference it? His dedication to raising Jack to be a good guy is honourable, and we’ve seen Sam caring for people who are different in some way before - for example for Magda in American Nightmare, Amy Pond in The Girl Next Door, Olivia in Ask Jeeves, Jesse in I Believe the Children Are Our Future ... which makes it even more glaring in retrospect that he didn’t gave Emma a chance at all - the decision to kill her took him less than a minute. What even was that? I can’t help but remembering that when seeing how he cares for Jack.

Castiel is back and not gone for good - yay. What a big surprise... nobody saw that one coming. Which makes his death quite meaningless again, and all the current emotions and discussions his death caused can be soon replaced with an whatever-attitude. Why ishe looking like Jimmy btw, even in the Empty?

The Empty itself is... I don’t know what I expected. It’s probably best if they really just have it be an empty black nothing, because otherwise they’d find a way to make it look stupid. Is it normal for angels to go into the Empty, btw? Do they hang out there for eternity?

Things that were okay:

Missouri Moseley didn’t bother me as I feared she would, so that was a positive surprise. But despite not being her biggest fan I don’t like that they killed her off. I understand it was for the sake of Patience’s story, but that doesn’t help. But still: Missouri, stop reading people’s thoughts without asking. It was shitty back in season 1, and it’s the same in season 13.

Jack is a good character as he was in the two episodes before. I really do care about his story, and I don’t want him to feel bad all the time. I just wish the brothers would get a wider range of emotions too.

Dean got to actually kill the MotW. I just wish it could have worked without dying in a vision before...

Going from here... (spoiler warning)

Guessing from this episode and what I’ve read about future episode plots my guess would be that Jack brings back Castiel somehow. Castiel ends up making a deal with Lucifer and exchanges Jack for Mary. Jack would probably agree just to give Sam and Dean their mother back. At least at this point Dean realises that Jack is someone worth saving and they set out to get him back.

Next: The Big Empty (spoiler warning)

The next episode seems to feature a ghost story and introduces Jack to the concept of someone coming back from the dead. That’s probably relevant for him possibly bringing Castiel back from that boring black room.