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[chestnutninny]

5th Times The Charm

Request- 5 times she knew she was falling in love with Elizabeth Donnelly

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One

Your first time in Judge Donnelly’s courtroom. You drew Elizabeth’s attention straight away, your nerves more than evident as you sat behind the desk, wringing your hands together as Casey Novak introduced you both to the rest of the court.

“I’m Senior ADA Casey Novak, and this is my second chair on the case, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Casey started the case off strong, but Elizabeth was not prepared for when your turn was up. Your tailored suit clung perfectly to you, flaunting your curves in the most beautiful way she could possibly imagine. She was shocked by your sudden confidence you held as you strutted around her courtroom, bringing the suspect the team had arrested to a sobbing mess on the stands in front of the jury. 

You looked over at Casey as the suspect admitted everything he had done and she nodded at you, as Judge Donnelly’s gavel echoed through the courtroom, sentencing the man to 25 years with the possibility of parole. You glanced over at the Judge as you began to pack up your belongings into your briefcase, a genuine smile on your face, to which Elizabeth averted  your gaze with a blush on her face. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she had never felt like this before, butterflies erupting in her stomach from the look you had given her.

Two

You exited the elevator onto the floor where Casey’s office resided, checking your phone for any news on the case you had just been given. Your other hand was being occupied by manilla folders. You had your head down as you walked through the corridor, only looking up at your name being called. But you were too late to react. 

Coffee splattered all over both of you, soaking your crisp, white shirt. You looked up to who you had bumped into, the colour draining from your face when you realised that you were standing face to face with Judge Donnelly. You started to stutter out an apology, your hands shaking as you set down your phone and files onto the floor beside you. You reached into your briefcase, pulling out a packet of tissues.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You rambled, as you pulled a tissue from the packet, reaching out to dab at her freshly-stained tailored suit.

“It’s okay.” She gasped at your contact, before offering to lend you a new shirt from her office. You ultimately agreed, and followed her lead to her office.

She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a neatly folded, blue shirt, which you gratefully took from her. Her eyes trailed down your body and her mouth went dry at the sight of the outline of your bra, which was very visible through the soaked shirt, which clung to the curves of your cleavage. And then, her very audible gasp that escaped from her mouth when you started unbuttoning your shirt before her, sliding it down your shoulders.

She ran over to the other side of the room, adjusting the blinds to her office, and also using it as an excuse to avoid staring at your newly exposed chest. When she turned back around, you had composed yourself again and looked smart and professional again in the shirt she had lent to you. You smiled as you walked closer to her.

“Thank you, Liz.” You smirked at her as you saw her chest heaving under her still stained shirt, and you reached out your hand to squeeze her forearm as you slipped out of her office, your files in hand.

Three

Some months after the incident, Elizabeth had finally found the guts to ask you out for a date, admitting that she had liked you for a while. Obviously, you agreed because you’d be a fool not to. You had both been dating for a while now and she had invited you over rto her large house, complimenting her home and how beautiful it was. 

After your homemade meal and wine, she led you to her room, where she pushed you onto the bed. The moan that left your mouth was all the consent she needed and started unzipping your dress, pulling it down your body. You helped her take off your underwear and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her at the sight of you, layed out bedford her completely nude for her eyes only.

Seeing you in your purest form made her fall for you even more.

Four

“Baby, you’re sick. I’m sure they can find someone to fill in for you today.” You tried to persuade your girlfriend. She had been up all night coughing and wheezing with the flu. When you woke up this morning, her eyes were watering and her nose was stuffy and running.

“I’ve got court, it’s important.” She rushed around the bedroom, gathering all the items that she needed to put in her bag for work. You reached out to hold her back. You placed the back of your hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.

“Liz, you’re boiling up. Please, just have the day off, I’ll even look after you.” You said suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows.

She chuckled before erupting into a fits of coughs, to which you rubbed her back. She collapsed back onto the bed and you threw a blanket over her hunched body. You went to the kitchen to brew her a cup of tea and when you returned, her work clothes were strewn across the floor, her satin pyjamas now residing on her body. 

“Thank you for looking after me, my love.” You looked up at you as you set down her tea on the bedside table, before reaching for the TV remote.

“You don’t need to thank me for looking after my girlfriend.”

Five

Your nerves rattled through your body as you stood waiting at the wooden doors to the church. Despite being nervous though, you were extremely excited to see your soon-to-be wife standing at the end of the aisle. You thought about the way that her suit would be hugging her perfect figure, highlighting how truly gorgeous she is, and the smile that would be residing on her face, accompanied by the glistening of tears in her eyes.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the doors swung opening, the guests’ heads turning to face you. You walked down the aisle, your parents linking either one of your arms, and you focussed on your fiancee who currently had her back turned to you, waiting until you got closer to the front of the hall. As though she sensed you walked behind her, she spun on her heel, her lips splitting into a giant, genuine grin as she spotted you before her.

“Wow.” You heard her mutter under her breath, looking you up and down, appreciating you in the best way possible.

You finally stood opposite her, and reached for her hands, which were shaking.

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“I do.” You confirmed, tears running down your face.

“I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Liz pushed your veil over your head to reveal your face, and pulled you closer by your hips. Her lips gently pushed against your own, her hands coming up to cups either side of your face, holding you close to her body. Despite the time you had both spent together, the kiss was by the far the most passionate and full of love and emotion.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Liz.”

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[mollycabot]

Casey Novak X Reader Scary Novak

A/N when Casey’s girlfriend is being harassed by a fellow court officer Casey puts a quick stop to it

As Casey was tied up with court work and very busy she asked her girlfriend to pick them up some lunch and swing by her office.

Once Y/N got that text she made her way over to her and Casey’s favourite coffee shop and brought her and Casey’s usual and then made her way to the DA’s office.

“Good morning miss Y/N ” one of the passing officers said and Y/N waved, though she wasn’t an Ada herself she was still well know because of Casey.

“Why hello beautiful” other court officer said this caught Y/N off guard. “Please just call me Y/N”.

“Why your to much of a beauty to be a lesbian let me show you how women should be treated”. The officer said giving Y/N the creeps.

“I asked you to stop please I don’t like this and if Casey finds out she not going to be very pleased and and” Y/N said as the officer pushed her against the wall. Making Y/N. Became scared and began to try to fight him off but she was weaker than him.

Just before he was about to force a kiss he stopped when a voice behind him had a hint of anger.

“Get off her officer mat now” Casey demanded folding her arms. “Yes senior ads Novak” the officer said scared.

“Now giving that you have sexual harassed my girlfriend I’m going to report you because this behaviour is unacceptable” Casey said walking closers

“Is this the reason you been avoiding the office my love” Casey asked and Y/N nodded. “Well then I know exactly what my report is going to say I heard all about you mister” Casey said.

Casey then grabbed the guy by his collar and pushed him an against the wall.

“i swear im going to make your life a living hell for this now you are going to say sorry to Y/N and I don’t want to near her ever again you got it”.

The officer nodded and Casey let him go watch as he ran off like a scared little kid. “Love go wait in my office I’m to go see Liz” Casey said Y/N nodded.

Casey knocked on Liz’s door and once she got the ok to come in she made her way inside.

“Hey Casey what can I do for you today?” Liz said as Casey sat down. “You know Y/N” Liz nodded. “

“Well this past few months she hasn’t been stopping by my office and always tried to avoid it when she can and I found out just this week she been harassed by one of our court officers and today I just watch him almost force himself on her and I want him fired” Casey demanded.

“I’m guessing his name is officer mat?” Liz asked and Casey nodded

“this isn’t the first time he’s been reported for this short of stuff” Liz explained and me and a few other judges have talked about getting him fired and I think this is it because we given him second chances. So I will bring this up and I can say that he will most likely be suspended at least leave it with me” Casey nodded and walked back to her office.

“Hey love” casey said waking into her office. “Hey” Y/N said sitting quietly closing her book. “I spoke to Liz and she going to bring it up and he’s going to be told” Casey explained and Y/N nodded and gave Casey a hug.

“No one is allowed to harass my Y/N and I will make sure he suffers” Casey said hugging her back.

“What would I do without you Casey Love you so much” Y/N Said. Casey kiss Y/N on the forehead and said. “I love you more Y/N and I will always be here for you”. Casey said lovingly.

[lizdonnelly]

bodyache

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, smut, a dash of mommy kink for good measure

Summary:

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone" I read your head away I couldn't stand how it pleaded, I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they watered your years

Based on a request for f!reader reassuring a vulnerable Liz.

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"Santa leave her in your stocking as an early Christmas present? Wouldn't necessarily say you qualify for the nice list, Elizabeth," Arthur Branch chuckled, motioning towards you with his glass.

You felt Liz's grasp tighten on your hand. From the corner of your eye, you could see her head tilt in the tell tale manner it did whenever she was preparing to unleash a verbal ass beating.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Counselman. Heard you're quite the saint, yourself," you piped up with a facetious smile. "Curious how your daughter is staying back in Georgia with her mother again this year. Can't imagine why. Airfare must be too expensive these days."

Lena Petrovsky snickered.

Figured. Corporate types loved when an outsider said what they all couldn't. You were thankful for the bits of gossip Liz fed you over your coffee dates, as it was easy to weaponize them in times like this.

Next to her, a taller woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She adjusted her narrow black frames and studied Liz, as if judging whether or not it was safe for her to laugh as well. Out of all the suits stuffed into the swanky bar that evening, she somehow looked the most out of place, ducking out of the way awkwardly whenever a waiter slid by.

"What's it you do again, Miss? Are you one of the ladies that takes my blood when they wheel you into the ER?" Arthur jabbed. "I thought you had to be at least 16 to get a job around here. Mercy General must've fallen on hard times."

Ah, the good ol' age joke and a sexist joke to boot. What a BOGO. You knew his back was against the wall now.

"Really now, Arthur," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he has a point. I often confuse phlebotomists and trauma surgeons," you said lightly. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake."

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Later in the evening, you found yourself sat in a booth across from the leggy blonde.

Snowflakes were beginning to fall outside, flurries catching in the light of the streetlamps. The music in the bar had quieted down, replaced by the sounds of the Manhattan DA's office trading stories and looking for any opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.

Your attention, however, was caught by Liz. Typically bold and brash, she seemed to hang on the periphery of the crowd tonight, sandwiched next to Lena. She said very little.

"Don't beat yourself up, you should be proud of the way you handled Branch."

You turned to face the woman, whom you learned was named Alex.

"How do you do it?"

"What, deal with him? Lots of Ibuprofen. He's that way with everyone."

"No," you paused, gesturing to the crowd with a loose straw you picked up off the table. "All of this. This whole ecosystem. It'd drive me nuts."

"The type of people who get to this level fought to get here, fought for nights like this. It's why we put up with law school, all those pro bono service hours..." she trailed off. Alex picked at her salad. "Liz isn't any different."

"She can turn it off, though."

Alex's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm only used to the Liz Donnelly who breaks down the door to my office whenever she catches wind that my position on a case differs from hers."

You grinned, thinking about how her short, blonde locks bounced whenever she was marching around the brownstone in a tizzy over something that happened at work earlier in the day. It occurred to you that the cause of those occasional outbursts must've been the woman sat across from you.

"I'm glad she's found someone," Alex said softly. "For all the shit she gives me, I've heard she's had it rough in this business."

"What lawyer doesn't, besides the ones that scoot by on family ties?"

Alex bit at her bottom lip.

"I assume the past 30 or so years haven't been the kindest to women, let alone those that... go against the grain."

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"Yo, you catch the babe in the dress over there? Heard she's the one 'doin' a Donnelly' now," the paralegal snorted. He adjusted his quarter zip with a swell of pride as the other young men around him laughed.

Something in the pit of Liz's stomach turned at the phrase that still circulated around the halls of the DA's office.

She feigned interest in whatever Lena was rattling on about next to her. Gardening, her English bulldog Petunia, the new developmental milestone her grandson had hit a startlingly early age. Take your pick. None of it mattered.

"What's a chick like that doing with Donnelly? There's gotta be a good 20 year difference between them, at least," another one chided. "In it for the cash?"

"God, you couldn't pay me to deal with all that feminist, liberal bullshit."

"I think you're safe, man. Everyone knows that cougar's not coming after you," the other snickered.

Liz snapped her head around. Lena paused.

"Elizabeth?"

"Have a good night, Lena. I have to go make a call."

Liz slipped through the crowd towards you, leaving the judge confused, but altogether indifferent.

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The ride back to the brownstone was unusually silent.

Typically, the drive back from one of her work events consisted of Liz recounting how "that motherfucker was saying an awful lot for a man who cheats on his wife with his clerk", or how "that public defender at the bar is the one I told you about who keeps getting hit by her repeat offenders". They were boisterous little getaways from reality that you loved sharing with her, thankful for a glimpse into what her world really held.

Not so much this time.

Liz's arm was limp around your shoulder, and as you studied her face, you noticed her wide brown eyes preoccupied with watching the moon from outside the town car.

It hung high above the city, fat and pale.

Snow crunched underneath the tires.

You squeezed her hand.

She gave you a half-smile, a million miles away.

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Once inside, Liz flicked the lock on the door, took off her coat, and retreated into the depths of the hallway that led to her home office.

Your eyebrows rose.

Although there hadn't been any fighting you'd witnessed break out at the bar, something must've transpired. It was unlike Liz not to be pressing you into the wall, eager to shuck your dress off as soon as you both made it back. Stranger still, the attorney was rarely one of few words.

Badgering her to open up didn't strike you as a method that'd be successful. Years of learning how to maneuver through conversations with resistant patients throughout medical school and, more recently, residency had taught you better. Elizabeth Donnelly would be yet another test to your bedside manner, you thought as you padded up the stairs.

So be it.

When you reached Liz's bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom, collecting some of the tea candles you'd brought over a few weeks earlier. Soon, they littered the surfaces of the end tables on either side of the prosecutor's bed and along the ledge next to the tub. After lighting each of them, you rifled through the drawer she had started letting you keep your clothes in.

You searched with the aid of the wavering flames of the tea lights until you felt terrycloth slide through your fingers. Your bathrobe. Liz would have a black silk one somewhere in her closet, which proved easier to find in the dim light than you thought it would.

Off came your dress. You missed the feeling of Liz pressing up against your back, her breath heavy against the back of your neck as you heard your zipper come undone. As you discarded your bra on the floor along with your panties, you felt yourself ache for the way she'd slide her hands around your back to cup and massage your breasts.

You steeled yourself.

No matter how much you missed her touch, you wouldn't be feeling it until Liz crossed whatever bridge she was stuck on.

You folded her robe neatly at the end of the bed, and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath.

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Liz sat in front of her computer, scrolling aimlessly through a redlined document that wouldn't matter until the following week. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, watching the words slide off the screen.

Anything to keep her mind off the feeling in the pit of her stomach would be a welcomed distraction, even if it meant numbing herself to her surroundings.

The ghosts of the voices from the douchebags at the bar whispered at the edges of her consciousness. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

"Honey?"

Liz opened her eyes. The words on the screen blurred together into a tangle of symbols.

You reached over, thumb swiping at the power button on the monitor.

Liz felt her office chair spin.

She looked up at you, mascara and eyeliner smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on," you said softly, gently taking hold of her hands. "Let's get you upstairs."

"I'm not in the mood tonight, sweetheart, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Her voice was hollow. Worry grew in the back of your mind when you noticed she couldn't hold your gaze.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything. I think you need to wash up. It's getting pretty late," you said slowly.

Liz withdrew a hand to wipe at her eye, nodding.

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You led her upstairs, grounding yourself mentally once more when she was quiet at the sight of the candles.

Wordlessly, you handed her the silk robe, and began easing her arms out of her blazer. You could tell she was confused, but she didn't resist.

"Thank you," Liz muttered.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She shuddered.

Confidence growing, you pressed your palms against her shoulders, and walked her into the bathroom where the tub waited.

"You're an angel, really," she sighed. "I don't know why you put up with someone like me."

That was it.

"Someone like you?" you played along, watching closely as she slid into the warm water with you. You moved to sit behind her. Had she been herself, you knew she'd fight you on that, but here and now she allowed you to wrap yourself around her back and pull her into your arms as you shifted up against the wall of the tub.

She sniffled.

You ran a warm, wet hand through her hair. Liz leaned into your touch.

"Someone my age."

"When has that ever been something I said I didn't care for?" you asked without any edge to your voice. You pressed your thumbs into the muscles that lined her shoulder blades now, massaging at the tension you felt rippling under her skin.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't be thinking it."

You laid your forehead against the back of her head.

"Liz, you're better with words than I am. I know there's nothing I can say to prove to you that I really don't care about that."

She hummed as you rolled your hands over her shoulders.

"Well, your tactfulness is proving exactly why they all loved you tonight."

"You know how honored it makes me feel that Arthur Branch likes me, my entire night hinged on winning him over," you teased.

Liz's body trembled slightly in your arms as she laughed at this.

"He's a jackass, Liz. I don't care if he or the judge thinks I'm too young."

"I know," she said, her voice quieting again. "It's just that...seeing you light up the room does make me wonder."

Instead of responding, you leaned down to press a kiss to either of her shoulders, allowing her space to finally speak her thoughts.

"There was a group of boys eyeing you up while I was talking to Lena."

"A group of twentysomething year-old Vineyard Vines proto-lawyers, wow. Just about the only thing more enticing than talking to Branch," you snorted. You could tell Liz smiled to herself at that.

"We have those types at the hospital. It's funny, there's a lot of crossover between your world and mine. Well, in terms of the undesirables."

"That why you're not with some other hotshot young doctor?"

She stiffened. You planted featherlight kisses across her jaw.

"I like my food well-seasoned, so to speak. And female, at that."

"You like your food 'female'?" Liz snickered. She still kept her eyes shut. You could tell that although a few bricks had been removed, the wall she built around herself still remained.

"Hey, I told you you're the one who's good with words here," you giggled. "But I know a better way to show you what I mean."

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You led Liz, legs hot and leaden with exhaustion, to the bed.

Knowing that she wouldn't cooperate with being pushed onto her back, even in the state she was in, you patted the edge of the bed.

She acquiesed.

You leaned down, cupping her cheek. Her lips met yours hesitantly. You pressed deeper, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before you dropped to your knees.

Liz's breathing grew heavier. You trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to pop one of her nipples into your mouth. She moaned at this. Soon, her fingers wound their way into your hair. You move to suckle at the other nipple, watching as she pivoted to help ease it into your mouth.

"Mmmph..." you groaned, mouth full of her.

She kissed at your forehead.

With a wet pop, you released her nipple from your mouth, trails of saliva dribbling down her chest and your chin as you continued your way down, peppering her body with open-mouthed smooches. Feeling her shudder and groan caused the ache that throbbed between your legs to grow.

"Goddamn," Liz swore from up above you as you began lapping at the wetness you were glad to find between her legs like a kitten before a warm bowl of milk. You moved to let her drench your face, never able to get as close as you wanted to be to her. Your nose rubbed at her clit, which in turn led her to tighten her grip on the back of her head.

You looked up between her folds to find her staring down at you fondly behind heavily lidded eyes.

Getting closer.

Not looking away, you moved to wrap your lips around her clit, tongue stroking along the length of it.

"That's it, sweetheart," she panted now.

You tongued and sucked at her eagerly, pressing into the hips she began to roll against your face, until you felt her body freeze as her orgasm rippled over her. You moaned, moving to lap up as much of her as you could.

Rising to your feet, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled.

"Well-seasoned, told you," you teased, chest rising and falling.

Something shifted in her gaze, and the attorney tilted her head towards the bed.

"Lay back."

You listened.

Soon, you fixed your eyes to the ceiling, head comfortable on the pillow you knew she preferred sleeping on. The waning flames from the candles danced along the walls, the smell of sandalwood and lavender from the tub still heavy in the air.

She nudged between your legs, moving to climb atop you.

A wave of anxiety floated across your mind, almost as if you were making love for the first time all over again. It was something in the way she regarded you. Tenderly, hesitantly. So unlike what people knew her to be.

You steadied your breathing as she leaned down to kiss you. Surprisingly, her tongue slid readily into your mouth. You felt her begin to stroke at your nipples. You reached up, pulling her head closer to you to deepen the kiss, your thirst for her mouth all over yours something she hadn't quenched.

She pulled back, smiling at your sounds of protest.

"Greedy," Liz teased.

"I can't help it," you groaned from beneath her. "I want more of you. All of you."

One of her fingers busied itself between your folds now.

"All of me?" she countered. "You don't want some young gun bedding you?"

At this, she slid it inside of you, slowly beginning to pump. For as much as you were trying, you felt your grasp on what remained of your patience slip.

"Lizzie, come on..."

"And what?"

You groaned, feet running up and down the sheets. Her movements were maddeningly slow, never quite full enough, deep enough. She knew this.

"Fuck me. Hard. Claim me like I know you want to," you panted.

Liz shifted.

You gasped as you felt her lift your legs up onto her shoulders. It was nothing, though, like the way your brain spiraled like the suds around the drain when you felt her run the tip of her strap along the edge of your hole.

Liz leaned forward, pinning her hands to your wrists and pressing them into the mattress. She bucked her hips forward, and a moan escaped your lips as she filled you.

The attorney thrust in and out of you with a ferocity you hadn't felt from her yet, let alone from anyone, despite how hot-blooded she had been with you in the past. Not allowing either of you a chance to catch your breath, hers came in hot, ragged puffs over your face. You couldn't break away from her gaze, which poured over you with an intensity edged with a certain sense of resolve.

She needed this. Needed to know you were hers to hold, hers to bed.

With each stroke, she nailed at that spot inside you that melted your brain, deep and heavy. There'd surely be bruises in the morning, but you weren't able to think that far ahead anymore.

"I'm the only one..." she huffed, "the only one who gets to do this to you."

Your heart thumped between your ribs, threatening to snap them apart and claw its way out of your open chest.

"Say it."

You could barely hear her above you.

"Say it for me, darling," Liz repeated, appearing to be riding close to her own orgasm as well, no doubt from the way the base of her strap was rubbing against her.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Blood thumped in your ears.

"Fuck...please, mommy...please...Iet me cum..."

Your heart dropped as you felt her studder in her motions. Eyes snapping open, you realized those words you whined weren't kept within the confines of your own head.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry, I-"

Something behind Liz's eyes darkened.

She covered your body with hers, tongue cutting you off as she roughly bucked once, twice, three more times to send you both careening into the waves of pleasure that erupted across each of you. She bit at your lip hard, drawing blood. You groaned. Hands groped across sweaty expanses of flesh, unable to grasp enough.

When you finally parted, the fog had cleared.

The prosecutor's shoulders were set firmly. Though her chest still rose and fell, the look in her eyes was wholly her again, albeit with a certain eagerness blooming within their depths.

"Don't apologize for that. Ever."

A weary grin spread across your face.

Relief, sweet relief.

Your heart bounded happily. She picked up one of your hands, kissing each knuckle.

"Satisfied?" you asked, shifting to slide beneath the sheets.

She patted your thigh.

"More than you know."

[jelestes]

the one where casey falls in love

casey x olivia — oneshot/headcanon

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not in a million years casey would’ve imagine that elizabeth donnelly’s call would led her to what life is right now.

she thought it was a prank call at first, not having heard from the — now — supreme court judge in nearly 5 years, that would be the only rational and logical thing to think.

turns out it wasn’t.

of course casey was resistant at first, yes elizabeth donnelly personally asking you to take over svu’s DA office is a huge deal and isn’t something you accept right away specially not if it’s a sunday night and you have a fair share of wine on your system.

she had lived comfortably throughout the past 11 years, teaching at UCLA, working for non profitable organizations, being Santa Monica’s white collar division DA, hell she even had time to date! (not that the dating aspect of her life was exactly thriving but still). if she was being really honest, her heart had never quite left new york or svu.

or olivia benson.

the first few days were hard, despite being years since her brady violation she knew people would still hold it over her head but casey novak was never one to scare easily or shy away and that’s why donnelly called her.

after everything she’s seen and lived, she was even more fierce and passionate about the job and truth to be told she has been waiting for a chance to come back, she got one now and was more than willing to not let herself or anyone to get in the way of it, except, of course, said “anyone” had brown chocolate hair and eyes.

it had been a slow day, a tedious one even, when olivia barged in her office ready chew her a good one (god only knowing why), she froze on the spot when she saw casey. that was the first time they saw each other after over a decade.

she hadn’t changed a bit, despite looking older, she was still the feisty, fierce, gorgeous — not interest in casey the way casey was — looking olivia she fell in love with many years ago.

despite the initial shock they seemed glad to see each other again, well, casey certainly was, she was also certain by the time she heard her name out of olivia’s lips she was damned.

they fell into a routine pretty quickly, now that olivia was a captain (it was still weird for casey not to tease her with the word detective) they had to spend more time together, even more so than they did the first time around.

of course olivia would pass half of said time picking up stupid fights with casey, they clashed a lot and not because they were different people but because in some ways they were too alike.

sure, casey going after carisi every other five seconds wasn’t helping (he needed mentoring and casey was a tough love kind of teacher) but olivia interfering wasn’t doing any good either, not that casey actually minded the bickering, she found olivia to be at her hottest while angry but things were getting too tiring and as much as she loved that tension electric filled air olivia brought to her office she also wanted to feel appreciated, to feel she was good enough for once. a fucking thank you wouldn’t kill olivia, would it? that’s more than she got.

they had a particularly nasty fight, it was just a little past midnight, she had barely gotten home from the DA’s office when she heard someone knocking on her door, to her surprise it was olivia.

she let her in, they were successfully making amends until they picked up yet another argument, tired and not ready to kick her out of her house casey simply asked “what do you want for me?” and that’s when olivia did the unthinkable. she kissed casey.

olivia likes to think that this was when it all begun and that might be true, for the physical part at least, but casey knows that this was 20 years in the making. casey had fell for olivia the minute she laid eyes on her.

they tried to keep quiet about it but both were running out of excuses to give and there was way too many eye witnesses to their friendly-flirty banter.

they told fin first, he wasn’t at all shocked. amanda second, but she said she knew the moment casey walked in that squad room this was bound to happen (she was of course right), carisi pretended he didn’t care but he was happy for olivia and relieved that casey was being a lot softer on him now that she was head over heels for the captain.

she told donnelly over the phone, too afraid to tell her in person she waited until the judge was out of town to break the news, so certain she was about to get lectured casey had nothing but a confused look in her eyes when she heard nothing but a soft laugher coming from the other side of the line, “looks like you finally got your girl, counselor” said elizabeth.

and boy, she did.

fantasizing about being with olivia for over a decade was something, but being with her was a whole other thing.

now one year into dating the captain she learned that olivia is secretly a hugger, she’s straight up a stand up comedian whenever she’s in the mood, she’s ticklish although she will lie trough her teeth about it, she has the warmest lips casey ever had the pleasure to kiss, her body is addictive and so is her mind.

she’s both a coffee and tea person, she loves board games (and is a sore loser), she rather be bored out of her mind at hers and noah’s softball practices or games than not attending them. she brings casey flowers every friday night, she says it’s her way to apologize for being such a terrible cook and not helping enough in the kitchen but casey knows is because she is a hopelessly romantic.

olivia fights demons casey can’t quite comprehend but she let’s her in, she shares and trusts casey with them. if olivia’s the sea, casey is the shore.

one year into dating olivia benson, casey can safely say, reality is better than any scenario she could’ve ever imagine.

[dimitrescus-bitch]

The Bar (Elizabeth Donnelly x Reader)

Lawyer bars sucked. You’d told Elizabeth this several times, but she still insisted on taking you to them. Tonight, she was running a bit late and so you were waiting there by yourself. At least, you wished that you were alone and that a group of defense attorneys weren’t staring at you and taking turns trying to get your attention. Not only were they not your type, but they’d also probably have heart attacks when they saw who you were definitely going home with for the night. 

“You look familiar,” one of the guys said. It seemed he was the courageous one of his group, the first to come over. “You clerk for anybody?” 

“I don’t have anything to do with law,” you told him. He hummed as he tried to think of where he’d seen you before. “If you don’t mind, I’m waiting for my partner sir. I really think you should leave me alone.” 

“If you’re waiting for someone here, you definitely do have something to do with law. The question is, if you’re smart enough to know who has the big bucks. You look like a little lady who could use someone to take care of her,” he said and you scoffed. 

“Trust me, I’m well taken care of,” you said and he leaned in towards you. Before he could say whatever stupid comment he’d been planning on, Liz pulled you away from him. You turned to smile at her as you greeted her, “Hi honey.” 

“Is this man bothering you?” Liz asked as her arm circled around your waist. He backed away from the two of you, muttering under his breath. “How long was that going on?” 

“Pretty much the whole time. First guy to come down here though,” you said as Liz glanced over at his group. She had a smug look on her face as she pushed hair away from your neck before pressing a kiss to your jaw. “If you wanted to kiss me and drink, we could have done this at home.” 

“Sometimes, it’s easier to have someone else make your drinks for you,” Liz reasoned. The two of you stayed in the bar for about an hour longer before you were practically begging her to take you home. You really did hate the bar and it seemed that anytime Liz was away from you, one of those defense lawyers was trying to “sweet talk” you into going with them. Eventually, Liz got fed up with having to get in between you and those guys, who would definitely not like her the next time they had her in court. 

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[amandasmoviess]

After Care head-canon

Elizabeth Donnelly, Alexandra Cabot, and Casey Novak (gifs by @storiesofsvu)

Alex is one to lay with you and cuddle until breathing and everything is back to normal then carry you bridal style to the living room giggling while the two of you make something to eat sharing small kisses and hugs from behind then cuddling on the couch while watching movies

Casey would definitely be one to keep going for two or three rounds just because she enjoys hearing the sound she makes come out of you and scoop you into her arms not letting go until you both drift to sleep waking up later while your still sleeping to bring you breakfast in bed

And Liz is definitely one to only go one of two rounds degrading or praising you if you’ve been good or bad but after serving your “punishment” she’ll lay with you and hold you in her arms kissing your lips or forehead lightly still praising you while you fall asleep

[lesbianologist]

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[storiesofsvu]

Hidden Desires Ch 12

Alex Cabot x reader Warnings: language, angst, lots of it.

The entire night had been spent at the precinct, exhausting every last resource the squad could to try and get any information about what had happened. Since Liv and Elliot had been on the scene they knew there were no street witnesses, but a canvas was sent out to see if any of the neighbouring apartments had seen anything, heard anything. They checked for street cams, staring at countless hours of surveillance tapes trying to find the same car from the scene, try to get a clip of even one letter from the plate. Ballistics was on hold until the lab opened in the morning, as was talking to the various prisoners that had already put threats out against Alex.

As the hours went on you were let on to more of the information Alex had kept from you, that these guys had your address, had her mother’s address, that Zapata had basically threatened her when she’d made a sassy remark during an interview. Olivia quietly reassured you that she was sure Alex wasn’t trying to keep secrets from you, but just wanted to keep you safe and as far away from the danger of the case as possible.

You only managed to drag yourself away from the 1-6 when your alarm went off on your phone. That and…every lead was exhausted that they could get a hold of. You made sure Liv knew that you needed to know the second anything came in involving the case before traipsing down to Hogan Place.

*

It was just before your stomach began to grumble for lunch when you heard the door to your office open. You had your head down in your arms, you’d almost been asleep before the vision of Alex bleeding out in the street began to invade your imagination, forgoing the exhaustion seeping through your bones.

“Shouldn’t you be in court?” Donnelly’s voice broke through your thoughts. You didn’t move, simply mumbling a reply against your arm.

“Made a deal.”

“Don’t you have about four other cases you should probably be working on then?” You felt a folded paper drop onto your head, letting it slide off as Liz took a seat in front of your desk, just out of your eyeline.

“Made deals on all of them…don’t have any fight left in me…” you let out a heavy sigh, knowing you weren’t about to get out of this conversation. Shoving yourself up you moved through your office, pouring a fresh cup of coffee, offering one to Elizabeth.

“You look like crap.” She returned, “your girlfriend let you walk around this place in sweatpants?” You gave a watery laugh as you fell back into your chair, running your hands through your hair, “she wasn’t in her office, and I can’t find Paxton.” You barely heard her second sentence, brain still wrapped around the ‘your girlfriend’ part.

“She’s not exactly my girlfriend anymore.” Liz sighed at the way your eyes began to glass over at your words, shaking her head as she put her coffee mug down.

“This is why I should’ve said no when you two disclosed, you can’t bring your personal bullshit into work just because you broke up.” You raised your head to your boss, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted in confusement and disbelief.

“Have you been living under a rock all morning?” Your voice nearly shook with your words and it was Liz’s turn to be confused, you were a great lawyer and a strong woman at that, why was something so trivial bothering you this much.

“I took the morning off, thought I was coming down with something so I slept in. I just got here.”

“You haven’t seen the paper…” now the shake was gone from your voice but it was so quiet it barely echoed through the room. Your hand grabbed the New York Times that sat on your desk, tossing it to Liz. You’d had to flip it over, the image of Alex’s face staring back up at you too hard for today, especially with you running on zero steam.

“This…this can’t be true…” Liz’s gaze shot up to yours. You sniffled, taking a deep breath,

“Benson and Stabler were with her when she was hit, outside some bar.” You were surprised to feel a tear burning its way down your cheek, quickly brushing it away, “I was at the precinct all night with them trying to get anything but there’s no leads aside from knowing it’s somehow linked to Zapata…but we can’t prove it…”

“Oh God…” She dropped the paper down onto a free chair, “are you okay?”

“No…” you nearly laughed, “I will be once this bastard’s behind bars.” She gave you a stern look that you knew was a warning of you being too close to the case to prosecute, but you simply turned your attention to your coffee, “I was gonna go through her case load this afternoon but I can’t bring myself to go into her office…”

“Oh sweetheart…” Liz’s hand reached out, squeezing at yours, “I’ll go through it with Branch, you don’t worry about that okay?” She mustered up the best of a smile she could while you nodded, “how’s Sonya taking it?” You snorted.

“Exactly how you think she is.” You nodded toward the coffee table, “she polished off what was left of the Jack and disappeared after I told her.”

“Jesus..” She muttered, you gave a weary glance to your cell phone.

“The bartender at her usual place has my number…and I’ve been calling her every couple of hours to make sure she’s not choking on her own puke. I checked her schedule to make sure she didn’t have any appearances today, she’s clear.”

“You know you don’t have take care of everything around here. But I do need you taking care of yourself right now, understand?” You gave her a small nod, “why don’t you go home? Get outta here for the afternoon?”

“You really think going home where all of Alex’s stuff is is gonna make me feel better? Where I can still smell her perfume lingering in the air?” Liz stalled at your response,

“You…two were living together?”

“Yeah…” you wiped another stray tear away, God, where were they even coming from at this point?

“I didn’t realize it was that serious.” As much as she needed to know what was going on with her staff, she also respected your privacy and boundaries, she wasn’t about to go sticking her nose into your business when she didn’t need to.

“I wanted to marry her…” your voice was back to that quiet far away tone, your gaze not even latched onto anything in the room while your hand toyed with the gem still linked around your neck.

You didn’t even hear what Elizabeth said next, your brain still processing the fact that you’d finally said it out loud. You’d known it for weeks, you’d felt it for over a month, Alex had always been someone who had made you so incredibly happy, but once she was a solid part of your daily life, you knew you wanted to keep it that way. You said a silent thank your to whatever higher power was out there that you hadn’t wasted money buying a ring…all things considered…

“Y/N?”

“Sorry…” you shook out of it, glancing towards the older woman again, “what?”

“Go home…or…go track down Paxton or something. You can’t sit here all day doing nothing, you’ll drive yourself crazy. At least do it somewhere sweatpants are an acceptable piece of attire.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her words.

“Fine…” You pushed back from your desk, tossing the few things you needed into your bag before turning to the older woman as she stood, “are…you gonna be okay?” You felt nearly embarrassed to ask, knowing Donnelly was, without a doubt one of the strongest and badass women that you knew, but something like this would hit close to home, you knew her and Alex were close, and Alex had always spoken very highly of her.

“I will be.” She sighed, a hand softly clapping on your shoulder, “this isn’t the first time something like this has happened at the D.A’s office…and it won’t be the last. So please…be careful trying to solve this case..I need at least one of my prosecutors in working shape. And you’re the best one I’ve got.”

“Thanks…” you murmured, avoiding her gaze. You were genuinely surprised when she sighed, tugging you into her arms, and even more surprised when you felt her lips hit the top of your head in a maternal fashion. You’d never known Elizabeth Donnelly to be soft, you were honestly surprised she was even okay with sending you home for the rest of the day.  “What if SVU calls?” You asked bleakly as you pulled away from the hug.

“Forward them to me.” You gave a small nod, moving toward the door before you froze, turning back to her.

“Uh- the uh…the funeral’s on Friday…if..you’re interested.”

“Of course…y/n..I really am incredibly sorry.”

“Thanks Liz.”

You managed to give her one last nod before leaving the office, escaping the place you’d spent so many hours with Alex. Not that it helped that you at least needed to stop at home next, you weren’t sure what you were exactly supposed to do there, surrounded by her things. What were you supposed to even do with them now that she was gone? Did you hold on to them? Wear her clothes? Give them to her family? Your brain was a fucking scramble and you had no idea how to fix it this time.

*

The funeral was a fucking emotional disaster, though you weren’t surprised. Alex’s parent’s knew you from college, and you nearly burst into tears when her Mom insisted you sit with them and that she’d been so excited to see the two of you at Christmas that year. She held your hand the entire way through the service, squeezing tightly whenever she heard a strangled sniffle or cry. You weren’t sure why, but Olivia seemed to be avoiding you the entire day, she’d given you a small nod of affection, a few small words of condolences again, but she was far from the woman who’d showed up unexpectedly to your apartment earlier that month. You were glad to see more than a few friendly faces from the D.A’s office and courthouse there, along with the entire SVU squad. You weren’t surprised when you saw Sonya stumbling her way through the repast, doing your best to put her into a cab, keeping her behaviour unnoticed by anyone else. It wasn’t long afterwards that you ducked out yourself without saying any goodbyes, you just couldn’t fucking bare it anymore. You needed to grieve how you wanted to grieve, and that involved burrowing yourself in the blanket on the back of the couch that still smelt like Alex’s shampoo while finally finishing Schitt’s Creek, polishing of the bottle of wine she’d bought for your upcoming anniversary. What you weren’t expecting was the final season of the comedy, the one that had made you realize you could have feelings for someone like Alex, the one that had technically brought you together, was able to make you ugly cry over the soft romantic and family values that it ended up being very capable of. You woke up hungover, very dehydrated, and still on the couch the next morning, hating life even more than you did before.

*

In the following month you started to realize you’d need to start to box up Alex’s personal things, you just couldn’t handle having them around the apartment any longer. Not that you spent much time there, you spent so much goddamn unpaid overtime working thanks to Sonya still being a disaster that you were barely home. You were quick to toss anything like perfume, body wash and the like, things that you wouldn’t use, that you didn’t want the scents remaining in the apartment. Smaller Knick knacks, things that had meant more to her you packed up, stashing into the closet in your home office. You knew she had expensive taste when it came to clothes, managing to convince Liz into coming over to go through her side of the closet, sorting out what you should take to a consignment store versus just donating. You kept a few things, a spare Harvard t-shirt that you already liked to sleep in, a comfy pair of pyjama pants that were softer than yours, but you did your best to get rid of her stuff. It absolutely destroyed your heart to see it go, and you couldn’t lie, you still cried about it on a pretty regular basis, even if it was alone, in the cold bed of your apartment. Everyone at work commended you for keeping it together that someone you worked so closely with had been killed, only Liz kept a closer eye on you, making sure you weren’t about to go off the deep end. You managed to keep everything under control, keeping your job on a good level, prosecuting the crimes you could.

You wouldn’t ever deny it.

The night you found out that you’d never be able to prosecute Alex’s murder, that there was no way to track down the bastard that killed her, that there somehow wasn’t a lick of evidence, you smashed multiple wine glasses on the kitchen floor. You collapsed on the living room floor in a fit of tears, unable to even think of what you were supposed to do with your future. Bringing justice to Alex was all you’d been looking forward to, and now even that bleak option was gone.

You weren’t the only one to take it hard, and honestly, you surprised yourself when you were the one knocking on Elizabeth Donnelly’s office door a couple of days later.

“What can I help with?” You were genuinely surprised when her voice was soft, knowing that you were probably circling back to the first level of mourning due to the recent news.

“I need a new A.D.A.” You sighed, “I can’t keep doing the work of three of us and picking up the slack from homicide…it’s way too much. Liz..I’m at my breaking point…”

“Homicide has a new one starting tomorrow, transferred in from Queens. Branch made personal calls to the precinct to tell them to stop calling you.”

“Thank you…but I meant in SVU.” You hated yourself for what you were about to do, you hated being the person who snitched on a friend, but you were going through enough already, you couldn’t stay as strong as you wanted to.

“Please don’t tell me you’re about to hand me a resignation.”

“No!” You shot back, “but…you need to suspend Sonya…she needs to go to rehab…” you dropped into the chair in front of her desk, daring to meet her eyes.

“What?”

“I’ve been covering for her for weeks Elizabeth…I’ve been doing her case work, writing her arguments for her, cause she’s just too fucked up to do it herself. I’m so sorry…I never wanted to be this person, but..I can’t do it anymore. I just had Liv breathalyzer her in my office and she blew a 1.8…she’s supposed to be in court in an hour.”

“Are you kidding me?” You basically shrunk in your chair at the tone in her voice and she noticed it instantly.

“I’m sorry…” the tears you’d been trying to hold back, especially in this interaction began to threaten to burst from your eyes, “I just..it’s not fair…I mean…Sonya lost a friend sure, but somehow she’s the one allowed to be a complete mess, to show up to work drunk and it just gets blown off?! Meanwhile I’m the one stuck cleaning out Alex’s stuff from our apartment?! I feel like I’m a strand of silly string trying to hold the goddamn department together right now and I can’t keep doing this if Branch doesn’t hire someone else!”

You buried your face into your hands, trying to hold back the tears, trying to not shudder from the cries begging to escape your body in front of your supervisor. You heard a shuffle as she moved through the office, surprised when you felt her hands on your wrists, moving your hands from your face, tilting your chin up to hers.

“Don’t ever sell yourself short. I’ve told you before and I will tell you again, you’re one of the greatest prosecutors that I have, and you always will be. I’m incredibly proud of you for coming to me about Paxton…it takes a lot of guts to do that when it’s not only a friend but someone with seniority over you. I’ll talk to Branch, I’ll see about getting someone transferred into SVU. I know he mentioned there were a few people with paperwork already started. And please…remember you’re not alone in this…”

“Thank you…” you murmured out, taking a breath as you wiped your tears from your face, “and…could you maybe suggest a lateral transfer? Or at least someone that has an idea of what sex crimes entails. I really don’t have the energy to coach some baby lawyer into the world of SVU.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Liz gave you the usual tight smile, “now how about you go home…have a drink..or..don’t..” she grimaced slightly, “just..take care of yourself. I’ll get someone to cover Paxton’s case.”

“Thank you.” You managed to shoot her a weak smile before you left her office.

Things may have not be anywhere near good, but maybe, just maybe they were getting better. You hated that you’d been the one to turn on Sonya, her being one of the only friends you had now, especially since Olivia had been so distant. You figured it was because her and Alex had been so close, that she was just as fucked up as you were now, or there was some weird history you’d never been indulged to. You thought you’d been able to lean on each other, but as things looked, you had Donnelly, and that was much more professional than anything else. You were only thankful when later that evening, after nearly a bottle of wine you’d gotten a text from Liz that the new A.D.A had been secured for your department, and would be starting within the next few days. If everything was going to be a fucking dumpster fire, at least you’d have someone to share the burden with, even if they didn’t know why the fire was lit in the first place.

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

Every Actress I Have Ever Imagined Playing Riza Hawkeye

Scarlett Johansson (it’d be hard for me to see her as another iconic badass woman post-Nat but hot dang do those characters have some similarities

Carey Mulligan

Saiorse Ronan (younger Saiorse would have been my DREAM Winry but she’s starting to edge into Riza territory)

also maybe Florence Pugh (I thought she’d need a couple more years but cue all the commenters telling me they’re the SAME AGE o o p s)

Anna Torv (even though I haven’t watched Fringe)

Rosamund Pike circa Pride and Prejudice

Elizabeth Mitchell circa LOST

Claire Danes circa… earlier Homeland?

Jodie Foster circa Silence of the Lambs

Elizabeth Moss (can you imagine. The PERFECTION)

would 100% support Zendaya even if she doesn’t look exactly like her

For a musical version Caissie Levy or Brittain Ashford would be insanely dope but mostly I just wanna play her so badly guysssss

meanwhile I can’t think of any actors who are currently perfect for Roy (Daniel Henney or Ben Barnes would be fabulous if you aged them down 5-10 years or so) but I can think of at least two ideal genderbends (Michelle Dockery or Laura Donnelly no I don’t care that they’re British)

[weepingpiratepoetry]

Doesn’t Carbon-14 Dating Disprove the Bible

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One Love films have also been shown in undergraduate and graduate counseling courses at Loyola. Love has reached groups of students at every age level, professionals in the relationship violence arena and politicians on both a local and national level. “I didn’t know then what I know now, that relationship abuse is a public health epidemic and that young women in Yeardley’s age group are at three times greater risk than any other demographic,” Love said. HG: Would you say that you are more interested in a serious or a casual relationship post-pandemic? נערות ליווי באילת The original OP then replied to the tweet, and it isn’t surprising that he seemed even more confused than before. Then try to start a conversation about that. Find men and women in your local area today and start dating. Doing this whenever you start to feel negative emotions about your ex and his new partner will help you accept what's going on-and it may even help you move on, too. You may feel like you are alone, but once you get out there you will notice that there are a lot of people your age dating online.

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You can read what research suggests are the best profile pictures. The study reconstructed changes in the magnetic field of the earth as recorded in 21 destruction layers in 17 archeological sites throughout Israel, constructing a variation curve of field intensity over time that can be used as a scientific dating tool. What’s cool about the tool is that it was designed so that even users with no coding skills can use it. You’ll be surprised to know how this can be an exciting topic as you both look forward to where you’ll be dining in on your next date! Worst case, they don’t feel the same, and you’ll get your answer right away instead of having to wonder for the rest of the week. Find a Slavic woman of your dreams on Amour Feel! If that isn’t funny enough, it seems like this man was on a search to find out who this Jungkook is after not getting answers from ARMYs fast enough. Netflix has taken the concept of fast engagements to the next level. 2001. Radiocarbon dates of Old and Middle Kingdom monuments in Egypt. To specify dates over periods longer than 52 years, Mesoamericans used the Long Count calendar.

[chestnutninny]

Secrets

(Elizabeth Donnelly x Reader- Fluff)

The request for this imagine stated that they wanted a plus-sized reader. However, I haven't mentioned anything about the reader being plus-sized or not.

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You had joined the Special Victims Unit a few months ago as a detective. You had helped put away many criminals, such as rapists and pedophiles, and had gone before many judges whilst you helped the victims of the heinous attacks.

However, there was only one judge that had caught your eye, and that was Elizabeth Donnelly. A month into your job with SVU, Elizabeth had invited you out for drinks at her favourite bar that wasn't far from the precinct. That night, you ended up at her apartment, naked in her silk bed sheets. After that, you had both been a few more dates together and decided that you both really liked each other, before settling the deal and becoming exclusive.

Recently, you had been assigned to working with Olivia Benson as her old partner, Stabler, had left his job with SVU. You had just tackled a notoriously dangerous rapist, who received life sentence for his crimes, ruled by Donnelly.

"Hey, Y/N. How about you come for some celebratory drinks down at the bar with me and the squad?" Liv offered.

"Sure." You agreed as you reached for your jacket, swinging it over your shoulders.

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You and the rest of the squad were sat huddled around a table in the bar, when Fin ushered you to go and grab some more drinks for you all, extending his palm out to you, gesturing for you to grab the money from him.

"The next round is on me." You chuckled as the team cheered at your generosity.

As you stood at the bar waiting for your order to be finished, a middle-aged man walked up to you, a crisp ironed suit tailored to his muscular frame.

"Hey, can I get you a drink, sweetheart?" His lips curled to reveal his pearly white teeth, glistening in the dim lights of the bar.

"Umm, no thanks. I'm just ordering for my friend."

"I don't see your friend. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here by yourself." You cringed as his hand moved its way to your arm, pulling you closer to his side.

"She's with me." You heard a deep voice ring out, a possessive arm wrapping around your waist. The man let go of your arm as your were pulling away from his reach, turning to cuddle into Liz's side.

"I-I didn't know. I'm s-sorry." He stuttered as he grabbed his drink and practically ran away from you both, toward the other side of the bar.

"Are you okay, princess? He didn't hurt you, did he?" She questioned, as her eyes raked your body.

"No, not at all. Just made me a bit uncomfortable, that's all." You cheeks flushed red as you turned to see the whole squad looking back at you as Elizabeth cradled you in her arms, her lips landing on your cheek.

Liz turns to the direction your eyes are staring, and realises that she has just outed you both to the entire squad, not realising that they were at the bar with you.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should've know that you'd be here with them after your massive win today. Congratulations, by the way." She leaned down and place a soft kiss to your lips. "Stop gawking. Yes, Y/N and I are together."

She rolled her eyes and sets down yours and hers drinks, and the rest of the squad stared in shock at the revelation. You and Olivia went back to the bar and retrieved the drinks that you had bought for the squad. When you got back to the table, the team congratulated both you and Liz, telling you that they are happy, and Fin making commented about how he is happy that Liz will be more relaxed if she getting laid, which made you all laugh.

[demigodreading]

The Wooded Escape

SVU FALL BINGO! A request from @storiesofsvu​:  Can you do a Donnelly x reader for “cabin in the woods?” A nice lill relaxing fluffy weekend upstate somewhere cozy with pretty leaves & apple picking or something? 🥺💜

I have never written for Donnelly before and to be honest I was terrified. But this year I was determined to do anything and everything to step outside of my comfort zone so here goes nothing?

Characters/Relationship: Elizabeth Donnelly x Reader

Warnings: Just all fluff my lovelies

Word Count: 969 (Look at me I can stay under a 1,000 words sometimes)

A little PS: I wrote my own poem to go with this. it is short and sweet and I love it.

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You sat in the bay window that was in the living room of the cabin looking out at the backyard that seemed to go for miles and miles. Your knees were pulled to your chest as you tried to ignore that the open window was letting in a little too much of the cold morning air. Red, yellow, and orange leaves fell slowly to the ground in front of you. Hidden from the visible eye squirrels ran from tree to tree collecting acorns their excited noises filling the air. Everything was so beautiful and calm. It was your favorite time of year. A time that you typically never got to enjoy when you were a teacher. 

Sure you had been able to take children out to do nature walks to collect leaves for art projects but you never had been able to sit in silence and enjoy it. Even after all the children abandoned the hallways to go home the work never stopped. Hours were spent at your kitchen table checking assignments and deciding what to do for the next day. By the time that you were done with everything you were too exhausted to even attempt to join your friends in fall festivities.

That however had all changed when you found Elizabeth. You both met at a conference that you had been attending in Chicago at the time. She happened to be at the same hotel for her own set of meetings but had locked eyes with you at the bar and never looked back. She spent all night and the entire weekend doing her best to win you over. You never would admit it to her but she had already won your heart by the time she had come over to introduce herself. When she figured out that you lived in New York she was determined that you were going to have the first date that you never would forget.

A week after the conference Elizabeth did not disappoint. She pulled out all the stops showering you in adoration and taking you to all the places you had dreamed about but had never been. That first date quickly turned into another and then another. Now a year later you were wearing the engagement ring that she had given you a little over a week ago. That is when she had proposed this cabin weekend getaway in upstate New York. She knew that this time of year was perfect to catch the leaves as they were just beginning to turn colors and fall. You had accepted immediately. Elizabeth was the love of your life and you couldn’t imagine not spending the rest of your days by her side.

Just as a squirrel began to run down the tree in front of the window a noise from the kitchen startled both of you. The noise was followed by a loud: Fucking Hell from Elizabeth.

“Are you okay babe?” You called out turning to get up.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t move from your spot, you looked so peaceful. I was trying to get a picture of it but I misplaced my phone. When I went to find it I ran into the cupboard,” Elizabeth huffed moving to the living room. 

You giggled as she moved towards you rubbing her arm, “You are falling apart my love.”

“It’s all this quietness! I don’t know how to not be doing a million things at once,” She huffed going into your outstretched arms.

“You were the one who suggested this no work get away.”

“Well of course!” Elizabeth replied pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “We have lots to celebrate. Our engagement, my promotion, but most importantly… you quitting your job to pursue your dreams.”

You sighed for a moment looking back out the window, “You don’t think I made a mistake leaving teaching to become a full time poet?”

“Not even for a second baby,” Your fiance said turning your head to look at her, “You are an amazing writer and you deserve to have people know your work. I am so proud of you and I am going to support you every single step of the way.”

You smiled kissing her, “I love you, Elizabeth Donnelly.”

“And I love you Y/N Donnelly,” She grinned hugging you close to her, “What should we do today?”

Both of you spent the next couple of minutes debating how to fill the rest of your day before settling upon apple picking at the local orchard down the road. Once you were dressed in your warm fall clothes Elizabeth grabbed your hand giving you a kiss on the cheek. On the walk down to the orchard, you recited some of the poetry that you had been writing. Elizabeth was quick to give praise and helpful tips to make it flow better always reminding you that she was proud of all that you had accomplished. 

When you got to the orchard Elizabeth carried the basket around as you ran in and out of trees looking for the best apples. She couldn’t help but grin as she saw the way your eyes twinkled with excitement. At one point you even made her jump into a large pile of leaves. You both fell with tangled limbs into the pile laughter filling the air as the leaves danced around you. Everything that you did made Elizabeth feel young and full of life. You were her sunshine on the darkest of days.

As the leaves began to settle she pressed her forehead to yours and recited her favorite poem you had written back to you:

The everlasting love

comes by surprise.

Whisking you away

like a leaf falling from a tree.

In this lifetime

and a thousand others

I would trust you to catch me as I fell.

[lizdonnelly]

Second Circle, Ch. 1

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader, shades of Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson Warnings: Smut, violence, references to alcoholism Summary: “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.��� Based on a request for Liz/f!reader's first time, and my own desire to write a series about Liz navigating romance amidst chaos. Loosely inspired by the events of 2x21 'Scourge' and a few details from 10x8 'Persona'.

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Although the wind rattled against the windows of the banquet hall and the pinprick lighting of the chandeliers overhead flickered, the murmur of the gala continued on.

The air vibrated, alive with the weight of the tension that had wracked the city in the past few weeks and no doubt fueled by the media machine cranking out headline after headline, each more sordid and gruesome than the last.

Melinda's grip tightened on your elbow as another group approached. Your heart quickened at the sight of short, gelled back blonde hair and the heady perfume that wafted over. Anxiety tore at your stomach with molten claws.

"Doc Warner, glad to see you've made it," a bloodhound of a man said, leading the pack. He gestured towards you with his whiskey glass. "Elliot and Olivia give you enough time to make friends outside the morgue? I must not be pushing them hard enough."

Melinda patted your back. Heavily lined brown eyes scoured you from behind the bloodhound, appraising the manner in which Melinda had touched you. A cold bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck.

"Always glad to see you on the right side of the concrete, Captain," The medical examiner teased. "Especially these days. But yes, believe it or not, I do have time to run in other circles." A man with a voice as calm as the creek that ran beside your childhood home piped up. "Pleased to finally get the chance to meet you," he said with an easy smile and a tip of the head. This man carried himself with a centeredness that was hard to come by, even across the crowd of New York City's top professionals that had congregated that evening. "I've heard about your efforts at Mercy General. I can't imagine what you've had to deal with as of late." It was a line you'd heard plenty of variations of recently, but his sincerity seemed completely genuine. Although his eyes were warm, inviting pools of black ink, you couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he knew. Melinda turned to you with a smile, oblivious. "As you can probably tell, Dr. Huang is our resident psychiatrist," she said. "And a fed, at that," came that harsh, staccato voice you had become attuned to. You bit at the inside of your cheek. The psychiatrist-fed's gentle smirk grew. Thankfully, a pasty, bird boned blonde intruded, reaching out past Huang. "Alexandra Cabot, assistant district attorney," she said, wasting no time.

You shook her hand, surprised at the strength of her grip. Studying her gaze, you got the sense that events like this were easier for her to navigate than they were for other members of the party. She sipped at her champagne lightly and looked around, her stare lingering on the elevators as if she either wanted to leave or wished for someone else to arrive.

"Can't forget her royal highness," the bloodhound Captain joked, gesturing to the woman you'd been struggling not to address.

Dr. Huang spoke again in earthen tones and an air of alacrity. "There's no need to bother, Melinda. The only reason the Bureau Chief wouldn't have led the introductions," he paused, "is if this isn't a stranger to her." Liz rolled her eyes. You subconsciously tugged at the sleeve of the sweater that hung a little past your fingertips. "If you're so perceptive, Agent, then why did a sixth girl show up gutted like a fish at Grand Central this morning?"

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Liz Donnelly hated courtroom restrooms. She had since the 70's, in fact.

On this occasion, though, she tolerated the lavender soap and the lukewarm water as she used the mirror to study the other woman.

The younger woman next to her scrubbed underneath her nails with a precision so adroit it had to be practiced. "If you're trying to scrub away evidence," the Bureau Chief piped up, "do me a favor and be less obvious." The woman's eyes widened, eyebrows rising. Liz leaned over and tugged playfully at the name tag dangling from the pocket on the woman's scrubs. The woman paused. "If you're trying to flirt with me," she finally whispered, "do me a favor and be more obvious."

The bathroom door swung on its hinges and in strode Olivia Benson, the SVU detective clearly in a tizzy and blind to the way the Bureau Chief and her conversation partner jumped apart like two opposing magnets. The strands on the back of her glossy brown pixie cut stuck up. As the detective ran a nervous hand through them again, Liz understood why.

"Got tired of listening to Cabot try to grill a child? Don't tell me she needs me back in there." Benson shook her head, slumping against the paper towel dispenser. "He got another one."

The detective muttered a quick apology, shifting aside to let the woman in scrubs dry her hands. Liz swallowed thickly.

"Sexually assaulted as well, I take it?" Benson eyed the prosecutor. The detective nodded exasperatedly. "She was an architect. Single, wasn't a user, friends are all model citizens." Benson sucked in her bottom lip and bit at it. "No vengeful ex-boyfriend, at that. Seems she had a gambling habit, but I've know plenty of girls who play the ponies, and all of them are still very much alive."

"However disparate these murders seem, there has to be a connection. Better make good use of that overtime, or you'll have more blood on your hands," Liz jabbed, gesturing towards the sink. The detective's brow furrowed.

"So this is the support we're going to get from our new Bureau Chief? How the hell are-"

Benson paused awkwardly as the woman in scrubs shuffled out the door, paying no mind to the quick finger waggling wave she threw at the prosecutor.

Liz managed a brief smile.

Benson looked towards the door, then back at the wiry woman before her in the starched black pantsuit.

Had there been a window in this particular courtroom restroom, Liz had half a mind to climb out it herself.

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The bloodhound, whom you now knew as Cragen, thumbed the facets of his whiskey glass at the sound of the announcement.

A gentleman in a well-pressed suit and white gloves had called out across the banquet hall. The gala wouldn't be ending at its scheduled time, due to "inclement weather conditions", meaning the whole ordeal was to proceed for who knows how long. Fortunately, the waitstaff were headed back with fresh bottles and hor d'oeuvres as an apology for the inconvenience.

"I don't mean to pry, but does this have anything to do with-"

He cut you off with a somber shake of his head. He turned to face you, the capillaries webbing along the corners of his eyes swollen.

"This is news to me."

Cragen turned and headed back to the bar with a sniffle.

"They're doing a reasonable job of keeping everyone occupied, at least," came an even voice from behind you. Huang joined your side. Jet black pools still held a mirthful twinkle.

"Tell me something. How long have you and the prosecutor been involved with each other?" "This is the first time Ms. Cabot and I have met," you stammered. "You know that's not who I meant," he countered with a soothing grin. "Forgive my intrusion. You don't have to answer, if you don't want to."

The psychiatrist's musings were an unexpected relief to you. You felt the dam within your chest begin to burst, allowing you to finally speak on something you had kept locked up to yourself these past few weeks. "I'll forgive you, but only if you tell me how you knew," you laughed, tension evaporating from the edge of your voice. Huang nodded to himself.

"That's not your sweater."

You lowered your glass. "It's too long in the arms," he said, gesturing freely. Huang was one of the few who had not been drinking.

"It's not like I have much time to see a tailor," you tried to riposte. "True, but the odds that you and Donnelly wear the same perfume are not favorable," he said with an air of one revealing a royal flush. "My guess is that either she gave the sweater to you, or you're wearing it out of convenience. Alternatively, she could've asked you to wear it, knowing you'd cross paths tonight. She appears to be rather domineering, so that would not surprise me if it were the case."

It took everything in you to fight back the heat that rose in your cheeks at the bounce of his eyebrow.

"You make a hobby out of judging women's perfume?"

"I was a profiler in another life. It was more than a hobby to judge everything about a person." Huang's gaze followed Cragen as he made his way through the crowd across the room.

"Makes for a good party trick, I'll give you that."

Huang paused before turning back to you. His expression held an odd seriousness to it now. "I get the sense that I'm not the only one playing party tricks tonight."

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Alex Cabot hadn't known Elizabeth for long, but she already didn't care to know the woman much longer.

The younger prosecutor checked her Cartier watch once more, eager for any distraction at this point. Somehow, neither clock hand had so much as budged. She squeezed her eyes shut amidst the bubbling conversation of the crowd in the godforsaken hall and thought of wide, chocolate brown puppy dog eyes and pixie cuts, of handcuffs and coffee cups.

"Alexandra, that look is not becoming on someone like you," an airy tone wafted over.

Lena Petrovsky, New York Supreme Court judge. Fuck. At this rate, she half expected Barry Moredock to round the corner and lecture her about some constitutional disservice she also happened to be encouraging this evening.

"Running all-nighters with the SVU shouldn't be taxing on someone from Harvard Law. But really, you look like hell, try to get some rest after this circus," Petrovsky said, gesturing around them. "You won't be of any use to the city if you keep burning the candle at both ends."

Alex opened her mouth to speak, but a harsh voice speared through her.

"From what I've seen so far, Ms. Cabot is no stranger to circuses," Donnelly jeered.

Alex was certain some snide joke about her courtroom performances was incoming, but she paused, shrieks cutting through the crowd behind them.

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"This just in: at approximately 11:07 tonight, NYPD discovered the body of a young woman in Central Park. The cause of death? A large wound along the victim's neck, a similar M.O. to the recent string homicides that have shocked the city this past month. Although signs of sexual assault were present, no information is available yet as to the identity of the perpetrator. Investigators have identified the victim as local self-portraitist..."

Liz looped her arm around your shoulders, tugging you out of the bar and onto the street.

"I am not ruining one of the rare nights we both have to ourselves with more of that fear-mongering," she said. You shifted under the weight of the fur coat she shared with you, pressing yourself against her side. Although her voice was firm, you could tell she was rattled. She led you past throngs of men and women in pressed shirts and cocktail dresses, club promoters, and a man stumbling toward you with a box of pamphlets.

"They didn't call me in," you mused. Your brows knitted in confusion. Liz grabbed hold of your chin.

"And they won't," she seemed to command into reality through sheer force of will alone. She brushed her thumb across your lips. Rain gently began to fall overhead. The lights of the cabs clogging the street blurred.

You leaned forward, slipped her thumb into your mouth, and lightly sucked on it.

The prosecutor smirked. You were pleased with the fact that she appeared slightly taken aback by your boldness.

"Come on," she said with a gaze that told you she was a thousand miles away already.

You felt her breath hot against your ear as she tugged you into the back seat of a nearby town car.

"I have something else for you to suck on."

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"Top her off," Cragen said to the bartender, tilting his glass across the counter.

Across the room, the band still played. The peeling notes of the saxophone reverberated across the inside of his skull. A dull throb continued to pound at the back of his eyes.

Looking down into the amber liquid, Cragen studied the panes of glass that stretched across the ceiling. More rain, more wind.

He couldn't kill in this.

Cragen took a swig.

Elliot and Olivia were still at the station, sifting through tips and folders full of supposed eyewitness accounts. Munch was no doubt trying his best to hold down the fort, but even his endurance, battle-tested over years in Baltimore homicide, was waning.

The brass thought maintaining appearances would comfort the public, although the Captain wondered how all of this pomp and circumstance could reassure anyone but those New York elites with the most fragile of egos.

He took another sip, turning back to watch ADA Cabot and Dr. Huang engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument. At least, heated on the blonde's end. Nearby, Doc Warner was caught in Judge Petrovsky's line of fire. He chuckled into his glass, thankful not to be in the good doctor's shoes.

Further off, Donnelly and the woman Melinda had introduced the group to were headed towards the restrooms. Cragen squinted. The Bureau Chief, with all five foot something's worth of bluster, was leading the other woman hand in hand. Something Arthur Branch had told him once made him chuckle.

Cragen went to take the final swig of his whiskey to finish off the glass, but noticed it was still full.

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You stumbled through the doorway of Liz's brownstone, her hands quick to pull down your skirt. The door slammed shut. Her mouth pressed hot kisses up the side of your throat. Deceptively strong hands gripped at your ass.

"Upstairs," she husked.

Something fluttered in your stomach. Although you had gotten used to the feeling of the prosecutor's clever tongue in your mouth after a couple coffee dates, the two of you had yet to cross the threshold, so to speak.

Her hands guided you around the corner and up the flight of stairs, toying at the back of your bra. The sensation of her fingers trailing down your spine broke your brain. There could be no anxieties at this point, no thoughts for that matter, only Elizabeth Donnelly and her teeth at your throat and her pillows now pressed up against the back of your head.

The prosecutor leaned over you, nudging your legs aside. She began to drag her knuckle up and down the rapidly dampening fabric that clung to your slit. Heavily lidded brown eyes met yours.

"God Liz, I need you...I need it..."

You were embarrassed at the whine, embarrassed with how wet you already were for the woman.

"Need what?" her voice came coolly. She paused her ministrations to press a finger up against your hole. "This?"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Please..."

Liz chuckled and hiked up the sleeve of her blazer.

"Since you beg so pretty," she said, "I guess I'll have to oblige."

You felt her tug your panties to the side, the sensation of her pressing a few quick kisses all across your mound and lips sending your heart into a spiral. Shortly afterwards, she helped you kick out of them, and her hands slid up to caress the insides of your thighs. Liz dragged her tongue up through your folds, praising how good you tasted. You moaned unabashedly now, desperation rising to a fever pitch.

"So impatient," she teased from between your legs as she lapped at you. You fought back another whine, the cry dying in your throat as you felt her climb up the bed and tug your body against her. She snaked a hand between your legs and slid a finger into you.

"Fuck, you're tight," her voice strained against a few strands of hair matted against your ear.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to reply. "Speak up, sweetheart," she cooed, easing another finger into you.

"I want you to stretch me," you panted, clinging to lucidity.

She bit at your earlobe with a growl, a third finger slipping inside you now. Your head spun at as you felt yourself adjust to take even more of her. The air was now thick with the wet, wanton sounds of her pumping inside you. With each thrust, she stroked at a spot inside you that brought you closer and closer to your peak.

"I-I can't last much longer," you sputtered. You pressed back against her, hips rocking up into her palm. She sucked at a patch of skin underneath your jaw.

"Then cum for me," Liz said, beginning to stroke her thumb along your clit. She curled her fingers inside you and allowed you to roll your thighs against her hand.

The tension gripping your body snapped, your mind careening into the darkness as waves of pleasure rushed over you. Liz kept up her pace, pressing light kisses across your face. She talked you through your orgasm in crisp, honeyed tones in a manner you'd spend the next few days dwelling over.

When your heart finally calmed, she withdrew her hand, savoring the taste of you as she rose up off the bed. You watched her with a confused look, eyes straining against the shadows that cloaked the bedroom.

Her hand threaded into your hair, cupping the back of your scalp. Suddenly, she met you from the side of the bed.

You felt her pull you towards her, your face soon nuzzling up against the fabric of her slacks.

She tugged her zipper open with her free hand.

You wasted no time in starting to cover her panties in kisses, rewarded with a groan as she lolled her head back.

"That's a good girl," she said, voice straining. "Keep it up."

You reached up and tugged them down, lips wrapping around her clit. She laced both hands in your hair, pulling you closer. You leaned up, catching a glimpse of her through heavy lashes.

A thumb caressed your cheek.

"I can't wait to cum all over that pretty face."

You sucked harder.

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Liz led you towards the restrooms, which were just outside the banquet hall in a hallway not so generously lit. The darkness served the mood well, though. Her mind wandered to thoughts of herself draped over your back, your legs parted wide enough for you to try taking her strap, her hips rutting into you with a ferocity that'd leave you with bruises she was proud to give you.

She wasn't sure if it was the booze or the fatigue calling the shots at this point, but neither prevented her from noticing your hand tugging free from her grasp.

The prosecutor turned in time to catch sight of a white glove cover your mouth.

[andallthatmishigas]

3, 11, 14

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

First one that came to mind was the final chapter of Lipstick where Cora wears red lipstick to dinner one night and Robert loses his gotdang mind and then they end up both with lipstick all over them and go sneak down to the kitchen and eat leftovers and giggling.

11. fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

Downton Abbey, without a doubt. I've gotten to explore a world I'd never imagined enjoying and it's so rich and I have these characters I adore and who give me hope.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

I mean...I wrote for SVU. I wrote...multiple stories. I wrote this and this and this and this for Don (Dad) Cragen and queen badass Elizabeth Donnelly (and that last one is my favorite). I wrote this for Casey Novak and John Munch because I'm INSANE. I wrote this for s13 Olivia because her friends are nice. And I wrote this for Tuckson because my man Ed Tucker is wonderful. Why did I do all of this? Because YOU, Leah. YOU DID THIS TO ME.

[bforbetterthanyou]

Who are your fancasts for the Boleyn family and Henry VIII?

Ooh I like this question!

Okay so I have fancasts for the whole Boleyn family except for Mary and Jane. I’ve found a couple actresses that I like for both of them, but I’ve never really been able to settle on one (so if anyone has fancasts for these two, I’d love to hear them)

As for the others:

Isaac Hempstead Wright as George Boleyn

I never really watched Game of Thrones so I can’t really say if he has the acting skills, but I definitely think he has the looks.

Mark Jackson as Thomas Boleyn

I discovered him in this show called The Orville. I think he’s primarily a stage actor, but on The Orville he plays an AI-type character (it’s a Star Trek-esque sci-fi show) and his mannerisms and American accent are so good (he’s English irl) so not only does he have the looks he could definitely pull off the acting.

Laura Donnelly as Elizabeth Boleyn

I think she could also play an older Anne Boleyn, but since I prefer younger actresses for Anne I think she would be a fantastic Elizabeth. She played Jenny on Outlander and the way Jenny is is kind of how I imagine Elizabeth—strong-willed and sarcastic but still has a warm and loving side (I mean, Anne had to get those traits from somewhere right?).

Millie Bobby Brown or Lily-Rose Depp as Anne Boleyn

So I know that they’re both pretty young, but I feel like Anne is always played by an actress whose way older than Anne really was irl and so people tend to forget how young she really was (I mean, she was only 20 when she became betrothed to the King) so that’s why I prefer looking at younger actresses. In terms of looks, I think LRD is on point. Her natural hair is blonde, but as you can see I found a picture of her with darker hair and she just looks 👌🏻👌🏻. She’s also the right height and best of all she speaks fluent French and spent a lot of her childhood living in France which is perfect to play Anne. My only hang up with her is that I think she’s primarily a model and only has a handful of acting credits so I can’t say if she is good enough to capture all the nuances of Anne’s personality. (The only thing I’ve seen her in is The King where she played Catherine of Valois but she was only in it for like 5 minutes total and only had like 4 lines so). With MBB, I think she also has the looks but more importantly, she has the talent. I think MBB could capture Anne’s bubbly personality and fiery spirit so well, I’ve only seen a few episodes of Stranger Things but I thought she was amazing in the little I saw.

Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Henry VIII

For a long time, I actually didn’t really have a Henry VIII fancast, so I have to thank @alicehoffmans for drawing my attention to OJC. (She fancasts him as George Boleyn which is great, but I just get strong Henry VIII vibes when I look at him so there it is.) What can I say, he’s got the piercing eyes and a jaw that could cut glass? Sure he’s not ginger but that can easily be fixed. And he’s 6′3 which is perfect because that’s about how tall the real Henry was. Maybe he’s a bit too pretty for 16th century standards, but honestly, I think a little artistic license is okay.

I would love to hear other people’s fancasts! I always enjoy a good fancast!!

[my-random-ocs]

Miscellaneous OC Masterlist

Name: Amelia Bailey

Fandom: Land of Stories

Story: Once Upon a Time

Faceclaim: Malina Weissman

Love Interest: TBD

Summary: Amelia Bailey loved fairy tales just as much as her siblings did. She would imagine herself as any character in the stories her dad told her, fighting evil armies, conquering the world. She dreamed of it. But as much as she dreamed of fairy tales, she never guessed that she would be in one. Or, more accurately, in the world of every fairy tale she’s ever heard. But while the Land of Stories frantically searches for the Evil Queen, and the Bailey triplets search for a way home, Amelia feels like there’s something else going on. Especially when the triplets meet someone calling themselves... a demigod?

Name: Aya Sato

Fandom: The Fosters

Story: Where You Belong

Faceclaim: Arden Cho

Summary:

Name: Caroline Gates

Fandom: National Treasure

Story: Hidden Treasure

Faceclaim: Elizabeth Henstridge

Love Interest: Riley Poole

Summary:

Name: Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Berglund-Schmidt

Fandom: New Girl

Story: Time of Our Lives

Faceclaim: Rowan Blanchard

Summary: Charlie Berglund never thought she’d meet her father. Her mom never talked about him, only telling Charlie he was the jerk that abandoned them. Then, on a normal Saturday morning, Schmidt opens the door to a twelve-year-old girl, and loft 4D gets a new member.

Name: Mia Foster

Fandom: Keeper of the Lost Cities

Story: Of Two Worlds

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Keefe Sencen

Summary:

Name: Monroe Eckert

Fandom: Red Dawn (2012)

Story: Freedom Fighters

Faceclaim: Madison McLaughlin

Love Interest: Robert Kitner

Summary:

Name: Nina Pennington

Fandom: Avalon High

Story: Destiny

Faceclaim: Nicole Maines

Love Interest: Marco Campbell

Summary: Nina loved to move, she really did. Maybe she did want to stay in one place for more than six months, at least a little. But exploring a new place was fun. And moving to Annapolis, Maryland was fun, too. Or, it would be if the Pennington twins didn’t transfer to Avalon High and uncover a thousand-year-old theory that King Arthur was going to be reincarnated in their history class.

Name: Quinn Atwood

Fandom: The O.C.

Story: Your Shadow (Weighs A Ton)

Faceclaim: Britt Robertson

Summary:

Name: Ruby Fox

Fandom: The Fosters

Story: Family We Choose

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter

Summary:

Name: Willow Gordon

Fandom: Ghost Whisperer

Story: (This Is Not A) Ghost Story

Faceclaim: Bailee Madison

Summary: