#she better not touch my baby olivia

[stvrnzcherries]

› BRUTAL

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Chris got into a fight with his girlfriend Paige and you comforted him until things led to another...

warnings: dom!chris, angst, smut, fingering, degrading kink, make out, pet names, cheating, alcohol, use of y/n, throwing up, toxic relationship.

word count: 2.4k

You were at a house party that a few friends of the triplets organized. You were near the drinks table with Nick and Madi while Matt, Chris, and his girlfriend Paige were on the other side of the house. The thing is that you’re drunk right now and you can't help but stare at Chris, the way he caresses Paige's waist, the way he leans to whisper dirty little things to her, you want that, you want to be the one that he says those things, you want to be the one he can touch, love, crave for.

And it killed you that she was perfect and you felt like you would never be like her.

Little did you know...

“Y/n!” Nick snaps you out of your trance waving a hand across your face.

“Sorry, sorry! What were you saying?” You asked while you kept glaring at Chris’ direction.

“Do you want to play beer pong with us?” He asked once again

You nodded and that's when you saw Chris leaving with Paige upstairs.

Ouch.

This shouldn't be affecting you this much, but it hurts like hell. You can’t even recall when you started to feel this way about him, but it drove you crazy.

“Sure, but I kinda need some water…” And that’s when you felt it, your stomach turning, feeling the lump forming in your throat, this was the moment where your decision to get drunk would make you suffer the consequences for it. Kneeling on the floor, wrapping your arms around your stomach, feeling the acid making you gag, your first instinct was to pick up your cup and throw up on the inside, If you were going to humiliate yourself, the least you could do was to not make a mess on the fucking floor.

Feeling the sensation wear off slightly after literally throwing up your intestines (or at least that’s how it felt) you tried to stand up. Failing miserably, causing Nick and Madi to pick you up and rest your left arm around Nick’s shoulders and your right arm on Madi’s shoulders, trying to carry you to the bathroom as fast as they could.

Chris' POV

I went upstairs with Paige since she needed to talk to me. I think I’ve never felt so anxious in my life as I do right now. That’s when we got there and the conversation in reality was just Paige complaining about a trip I was going on with my brothers in a few days. “I just don’t understand why can’t you stay here with me!” she yelled.

“I already told you a few weeks ago that I’m not canceling another trip with my brothers just because you feel like not letting me go, you’re not my fucking mother to tell me where I can go or not, what I can do or not! Because guess what, Paige, I can do the fuck I want.” I snapped back, making Paige turn around and slap me harshly, leaving a red mark across my cheek.

I held my cheek, not feeling slightly shocked anymore since this started way back ago, I could tell by her face that she regretted it instantly.

“Chris, baby…” she tried to place her hand on the spot where she marked, making me pull away from her touch.

“And now you just gave me more reasons to go on that fucking trip,” I added between sobs, trying to hold back the tears, turning my back to her.

"Please, don't leave me… I can fix this..." She gripped my arm.

"As far as I remember, you mentioned the same thing last time we fought." The resentment showed up in my voice, but I couldn't help it. How could someone so perfect turn into a complete monster? How can someone hurt someone they love?

And when I left the room, I would rather not see her face or hear her voice.

Y/n’s POV

You were in the bathroom throwing up while Madi was making you a ponytail and Nick rubbed your back. This night couldn’t get any worse. “Shit,” Nick murmured as you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling way better than how you were.

“What?” Madi asked, her voice sounding tense.

“Matt just texted me we’re leaving right now.” You sat up straight, panicking, “What do you mean? I thought we all agreed to go until 1:00 AM…”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, there’s a change of plans.”

You checked your phone, and it was only midnight, “You guys should convince Matt if we can go in 30 minutes?”

They looked at each other and then back at you, “We won’t leave you here, y/n.”

“I’ll be fine, guys don’t need to worry about me.” You smiled at both of them.

Nick shook his head. “I’ll just text Chris to ask him if he can try to convince Matt to let us stay a little longer.” He spoke as he started to type on his phone. “We’re not leaving you here alone, end of the conversation.”

"Alright, Dad," you replied jokingly, having as a response an eye roll from Nick as he was about to laugh.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the three of you were still inside the bathroom waiting for Chris’ answer. “Did he text you already?” You asked as you rinsed your mouth with some mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting sour taste you had.

"Yes, and he's giving me a headache already!" Nick answered as he kept texting back and forth with whom you supposed was Chris, "He won't stop being a fucking baby, and it's bitch complaining to me that Matt keeps insisting that we have to go now."

"Well...maybe we should try to—" You got interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, you all looked at each other confused.

As you open the door, you see a long-haired brunette and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

It was Chris. His eyes seemed puffy and a little red as if he were crying. “Is Nick here?” Anger was plastered on his face.

That’s when Nick stood up and opened the bathroom door, “What the fuck, Chris? Can’t you do a simple task?” causing Chris to scoff “And you clearly can’t read. I texted you back saying that Matt didn’t give a shit about you guys needing more time. He wants to go now.”

“Did you explain to him that y/n is not feeling well right now?” Nick snapped back, crossing his arms.

Chris rubbed his face with both his hands before scanning your entire face. “Isn’t she okay now?”

“Chris! She could barely walk by herself a few minutes ago, why’s is it so hard for you to do a fucking favor and ask our brother to give us some time?!” Nick answered, his voice rising.

“Because I don’t understand why the fuck you guys need more time, y/n look completely fine, and you’re making a huge fucking deal out of it!” Chris’ voice also got a little louder.

“Because it will be a fucking huge deal when she’s throwing up all over the fucking car!” He shouted.

Chris’ jaw clenched.

“Then why don’t you ask Matt, since it’s such a big deal, huh?”

“Fine, I’ll fucking go and instead you and y/n will stay here while Madi and I sort this out since it’s so difficult for you.” Nick left the bathroom, Madi following his pace as Chris moved out of the way so they could get out.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to—” Chris shut the door behind him and looked at you, tears forming in his eyes. Your first instinct was to hug him.

He just cried as silently as he could. You guessed that alcohol hits him differently than it does to you. He dragged you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, and you began to stroke his hair. “Everything’s going to be alright, Chris.”

“No, it’s not, I’m a fucking burden to everybody and,” His sobs getting louder than before. “First, I fought with Paige and now Nick.”

You pulled back to look at his face, pulling his chin up so he could look at you, “You’re not a burden to no one, Chris.” You said, “You’re like the sun, and when the sun comes out, everyone smiles.” You kept talking, caressing his right cheek with your thumb, “Besides, whatever you and Paige fought about was just because she was drunk, it’ll pass.”

He just nodded and then rested his face on the crook of your neck and kept crying a little.

A few minutes had passed, you and Chris were sitting on the bathroom floor, laughing and talking a little.

“You know, If I’m being honest…I kind of envy Paige.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” Chris replied, furrowing his brows slightly

“Because she’s so beautiful and I’m not…” You admitted.

“Well that’s not true, you are really beautiful too.” He looked at you and smiled.

Beautiful, he called you beautiful.

A buzz sound came from Chris’ phone, he picked it up and looked at the screen. “It’s Nick.”

“What he said?”

“Matt accepted to stay a little more.”

“Excellent! This means I can finally get out of this bathroom.” You stood up and fixed your dress a bit, offering a hand to Chris.

He took your hand and stood up, as he was looking at you. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips.

And that’s when you noticed how your faces were just inches apart, feeling his breath hitting your face softly. “Chris…”

“Y/n…”

His palms were resting now on your cheeks, your mouths almost touching, “Do you want to kiss me, hm?” He suggested, grazing his lips against yours teasingly, causing you to shiver a little.

Of course, you wanted it, but was it right? Will he regret it? Will you regret it?

Something snapped you back from reality, cold hands running on your lower back down to your ass, gripping it slightly, “I asked you something.” His voice shifted to a demanding tone.

Fuck it.

You crush your lips against his. At first, it was sloppy, both fighting for dominance, he kept his grip on your ass, gripping it harder. Making you gasp.

And that’s when he gets the chance to slide his tongue inside your mouth, taking control of the kiss. Your body pressed against the cold marble sink that was right behind you, his hands now resting on the sides of your hips. Chris picked you up from your thighs and sat you up on the bathroom sink. Lifting your dress to reveal your black laced panties.

His hand snaked down to your inner thigh. His kisses lowered from your mouth to your jaw and then to your neck. His fingers finally got to your heat, your panties soaking wet. “You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, causing you to whimper a bit. He pulled your panties to the side and began to rub in circles your sensitive nub, whimpers coming out of your mouth. Shaking breaths, your hands gripping on the sink, your knuckles getting white.

“You fucking like that, don’t you?” Chris asked through gritted teeth, applying more pressure on your clit. You nodded but that made things worse, “You better use your fucking words, y/n. Or else I’ll stop and leave you all alone.”

“Y-yes, I l-like i-it.” You handled letting out. Chris smirked and kept stroking your clit. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, your head resting against the mirror wall, feeling the wave of pleasure consuming you. “Fuck…”

But then, the pleasure stopped. You opened your eyes and looked at Chris, he was smirking at you while he sucked his fingers, guiding them back to your throbbing pussy. Slipping them inside you, painfully slow. Your walls clench around his fingers, your legs squeezing with each other, a loud gasp coming out from you. Chris began to pick up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you “Just like that, keep making those pretty noises for me like a good girl.” He groaned, intensifying his speed with each thrust.

He looked down where his fingers were working their way to bring you over the edge, you let pornographic moans out of your mouth, giving Chris what he wants.

Control.

“You look so fucking pathetic right now.” He grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced you to see him, his eyes darkened and full of desire. “Don’t you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You fucking slut.” Chris whispered to you, pumping his fingers mercilessly in and out of you. “You wanted this? You wanted me to finger you?”

You nodded desperately, feeling the well-known knot forming inside of you, you were about to come. “I-I’m so c-close,” you mumbled. “What was that?” He gripped your chin tighter. Your hands grasp tighter on the bathroom sink, your climax getting closer and closer with each thrust. “Don’t stop, fuck.” You spat, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt finally getting to the edge.

“I won't.” He replied, getting closer to leave a few hickeys on your collarbone and the crook of your neck. That's when you felt your release “Fuck!” a loud moan coming out from you, your walls clenching around Chris’ fingers. Your juices flooded all over his fingers. Chris took out his fingers, a popping sound as he did. Your chest goes up and down violently, and your breath is heavy.

He looked at his fingers then at you, “Open your eyes, now.” You open your eyes slowly to get the view of Chris cleaning out his fingers until there isn't a single drop of your juices around his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, ma.”

What the fuck was going on tonight.

You were in the backseat with Nick and Madi, gossiping about tonight's party “It was fun.” Nick admitted.

“Yeah, I think I’m not going to parties anymore,” Matt added.

And there was Chris, glancing at you a few times before they left you at your apartment.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, alright?” You said to them as you waved at them.

You're finally in a quieter place, where you can think about what just happened tonight with Chris.

It finally happened, you finally got what you wanted with Chris and even more.

But it wasn’t enough, you craved for more.

But then, reality hits.

He was still with Paige, and you were just a distraction to him.

Or that’s what you thought until…

You got a text from someone.

It was Chris.

a/n: not the best one-shots ever but here you go!!! Lmk if there are any mistakes!

Tag list: @sturniolossss @tillies33ssss @chrisloyalgf @alorsxsturn

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part — 4 | 5 | 6

masterlist

your phone

you sat cross-legged on the living room couch, staring into a space of nothingness. inviting rafe cameron over was a bold move, for you — how would sarah react? better yet, how would your cousin react? knots twisted in your stomach as you waited for his arrival, your anticipation running wild.

there was a part of you that regrets this decision already. what were you thinking? but here you are, your heart skipping a beat at the littlest of sounds: you’re on edge.

despite the looming feeling that this was a bad idea, there was an undeniable thrill that washed over you. maybe that’s why you’d asked him in the first place — your curiosity getting the better of you, you wanted to know more about him.

time moved slowly, and you couldn’t help but wonder how this will play out…

your story

sarahcameron replied to your story:

hottttt

jjmaybank replied to your story:

there she is!

kiaracarrera and itscleo liked your story

your phone

boredom had gotten the better of you, as you awaited the arrival of the oldest cameron sibling… logging back into your twitter, you had swore you’d never use again (hating the toxicity it brought with it).

having lied to sarah about your plans of the night, you couldn’t help but feel a slight shred of guilt. but, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. like rafe said, “none of their business”.

as you were conjuring up a new ‘welcome back’ tweet, the door bell sounded. a soft ring splitting through the silence of the house… he was here.

eagerly you jumped from the couch, nerves buzzing under your skin as you quickly checked your reflection in the mirror opposite you. in attempt to steady yourself, you took a deep breath before heading for the door.

there he stood, ever so casually as the warm glow of the outdoor lights located on your front lawn illuminated his features, highlighting the smirk that tugged at his lips.

“hey,” his voice was low, almost a whisper, but laced thick with confidence.

for a moment, your head leaned against the doorframe, giving you a second to admire the man in front of you — piercing eyes, hair falling across his forehead causing a slight blush to creep on your cheeks. then, without another word, you stepped aside, a silent gesture of invitation.

before allowing himself to venture further into the house, he removed his trainers and placed the by the door. his small action of politeness caused you to smile.

your camera roll (the next morning)

a/n: rn i’m onto part 5 and have only published part 1… anyways, thoughts?

added in a link to the song 😉😉😉

i’m also like why did i make sarah famous pls, but i just wanted fans to comment… anyways if we don’t hear from sarahupdates for a while it’s bc y/n and rafe are my focus!

taglist: @my-name-is-baby

(let me know if you want to be added!)

[icejjfishesz]

009. ༺ALWAYS, ALWAYS༻∘

a/n: last chapter why am i kinda sad, lol😬

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: happy ending 🥳. smut (am i going to hell for this? idk probably). reader is damn near mute at the start. they're both so very down bad. l-bombs. this is almost double the length of the other chapters so y'all better love me.

previous. next. masterlist.

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she half expected you to shut the door in her face. she wouldn’t have blamed you if you did — but you didn’t. you opened the door and you’re listening. 

what she thought she could get from olivia, that same thing she’d been craving and fighting for years, she gets so easily with you. just by your eyes meeting hers. you’re looking at her again — albeit in annoyance and hurt — but it’s still you and it’s still her. how it’s supposed to be. and there it is again. that feeling she had been uselessly chasing with olivia –– that pull. a feeling she only gets with you. she’s addicted to it. the way her heart begins to beat faster, how her eyes seem to be fixated on your pretty face, the way her body reposes in the wake of you. she feels so alive when she’s near you. 

she whispers your name, unlike the last time you’d heard her say it –– guilt ridden and shameful –– she says it in pure relief. her shoulders visibly relax when you don’t shut the door on her. she visibly relaxes at just the sight of you. as if her time away from her took away her ability to breathe and seeing you again, right in front of her and beautifully you, gave her back her air. 

“she isn’t you…” paige repeats, longing for you to say something. anything.

“what do you want me to say, paige?” you roll your eyes. “you want her? go have her.”

“i don’t.” she shakes her head, stepping forward, close enough that she could almost feel that familiar warmth of your body again. “i want you.”

her gaze disrupts any calm you might’ve felt. her words cleave the quiet. it leaves you silent. completely silent. 

“you were right. i was running…because i was scared.” she swallows thickly and you pause. she was scared? “but i’m not afraid anymore. i’m done running. i’m here and i won’t leave again. never again.”

“scared of what?” you almost don’t recognize your own voice, too in shock to process your words before they leave the gap between your lips.

“of this.” she gestures between the two of you. “i’ve never felt the way i do when i’m with you before. i just want another chance. i want to be yours and i want to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” 

you hold your breath, remembering just how much you missed her. you missed her touch, her smell, her face, and the way she looked at you. you’re frozen at her words, at the tender look of desperation she gives you but you shake your head despite yourself. “i can’t be with you if you aren’t sure…”

the statement makes her heart sink. she had brought this on herself, she knew that. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. she doesn't like that she was the source of your anguish, it pained her. she’ll do anything to take that pain away. 

the frown on your face said it all; that she’d hurt you, that you were upset, and that you cared about her. that’s what she had relied on. it gives her the courage to reach out and touch you, to give herself that closeness she’d been craving since the minute she left. she grabs your waist and smiles at the way your body recognizes her touch. “i’m sure.” 

suddenly your mouth felt dry. sure, you had played this exact scenario over and over again in your head but you never expected it to actually happen. so you stay silent, desperately searching for words that never leave your mouth. 

“baby, i promise. i’m so sure. please.” she stresses, she’s sure. 

you’re staring at her, in shock and heart pounding, having a mental debate. holy shit say something. anything. but you can’t.

“just let me fix it…” she leans in, testing to see if you’ll pull away. you don’t. “let me deserve you.” 

you nod, finally able to speak again. finding yourself unable to deny her –– to deny yourself. “okay..”

and then she leans in more, letting her lips take their place on yours. she pulls you even closer and you walk backwards into the apartment, paige shuts the door behind herself. she pulls away from the kiss to smile at you. 

“i love you…” she whispers and you pause again, body almost malfunctioning. she what??

paige takes your silence as discomfort and immediately backs away from you with widened eyes. “oh…um, i’m sorry –– i mean, it’s true but you don’t have to say it back or anything i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable i just, fuck.”

you grab her hand, smiling softly at her. every hair on your body standing in the wake of her confession. “i love you too…”

at that moment paige feels almost every emotion; happiness at your words, anger at herself for running from this, guilt because she had hurt you. but you kiss all those thoughts away until her brain can only ideate one concrete picture: you. always you.

she can’t help it, she grabs your face and presses her lips to yours again. your kiss is hesitant. on one hand, she doesn’t deserve to taste you after what she’d done to you. on the other hand, she tastes so good. fuck, she taste like yours. 

she wanted to atone, to show you that she’d realized the error in her ways. she wanted you to forgive her completely for letting her fears hurt you. because you taught her something she’d never dreamed of learning before you. you taught her how to pay homage. 

“you know what else i missed?” she whispers in your ear making you laugh despite yourself. paige could always take the edge off. always able to make you laugh no matter the circumstances.

“i’m sure i could guess…” you let your hand reach underneath the hem of her hoodie so you could feel the bare skin of her waist.  she laughs too, with her whole chest and it’s beautiful. you’re just staring at her, basking in her euphoria and your heart swells. you’re in love bad.  “you’re so pretty…” you mumble, unable to stop yourself.

she smiles wide, all teeth and red cheeks. “stop…”

you shake your head. “no…you’re my girlfriend now so i can call you pretty as much i want to.”

her grin only seems to widen if possible and you can’t help but mirror it. “i love hearing that…”

“yeah?”

“mhm…i love hearing pretty much anything you say but especially that.” she kisses your jaw and you bring your hand from under her shirt to the back of her neck. “my girlfriend…” she whispers in awe and it makes you laugh again.

she starts to kiss your neck and your laughter immediately ceases. you also missed the sex. a lot.

you hold onto her for stability as your breathing quickens. “you never…told me what that other thing you missed was?”

“thought you were gonna guess?”

“i said i could guess.” you hum, pulling her face from your neck so you could hover your lips over hers. “but i wanna hear you say it.”

“well, you just forgave me so i wasn’t sure if it was a good time –– ”

“what do you have against makeup sex?” you tilt your head and she laughs. she doesn’t respond immediately but she places a chaste kiss on your mouth before she sucks in a breath.

“your room or mine?”

you don’t even answer her question. it doesn’t really matter, but hers is closer. you kiss her again as you back into her bedroom. 

she always liked being this close to you. close enough to hear your heavy breathing and to feel the warmth of your skin under her palms. she pulls you even closer. she gently pushes you down onto her bed, straddling you. “did you miss having me like this, baby?”

you shudder, nodding. “mhm…” and then you take a good look at her attire. “are you hot?”

she smirks. “you tell me.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

paige chuckles but nods. “yeah…normally it’s cold as shit in this apartment but for some reason it’s literally hell in here.”

“ac broke. and you’re kinda overdressed.” you lay back on her comforter, rubbing her thighs. “i’m surprised you didn’t say anything sooner. you love to complain.”

“i just got everything i want…i have nothing to complain about.” she smiles and then groans, not thinking twice about taking her hoodie off. “gotta get that fixed, babe…” she starts kissing up your neck and then tugs at your shirt for you to take it off.

you lift it over your head with a hum before laying back down so she can resume her kisses. “yeah. maintenance guy comes tomorrow.”

“good.” she nods in acknowledgement. “take off your pants.”

“i wanna touch you first…” you whisper but paige just shakes her head.

“no…i want to give you a proper apology.”

you chuckle. “well, i’m not gonna say no.”

you watch her body in anticipation as she climbs off of you and slowly takes your pants off. she settles between your legs, locking her arms around your waist to keep you pressed firmly down into the bed and your breathing quickens. she kisses your stomach and then both your thighs, sucking little reminders into the soft flesh so that you can remember how she felt tomorrow. it makes you squirm but her grip never falters.

“stop teasing.” you buck your hips but she holds you there. that’s another thing you loved about paige. she’s so strong. when she finally does put her mouth where you want it, she’s lazing about it. but still exact.

she eats you out with precision only a woman begging for forgiveness could have. you can’t help the sounds you’re making but you’re far too turned on to be embarrassed by them. 

it’s all you can do to slump in her hold and just watch her, the way her mouth devours you and the way her eyes watch your every reaction. the sight is so lewd you could cum from just watching her work.

“feels so good…” you mewl, clinging to the bed sheets so hard your fingers cramp. she looks up at you, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers with hers.

she knows it does. she learned exactly how to please you and she was proud of that. she knew exactly how you liked it.

she knows when you’re about to come. almost before you do. she makes sure to continue doing exactly what she’s doing because she knows that’s what you’d be begging her for if you could speak right now. but she’s happy all you can do is be pretty and take it. take her apology and cling onto her.

she rides it out for you, only pulling away when you’re too sensitive for her to keep going. she smiles at you. it’s smug.

“shut up…” your chest is heaving and there’s a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. she feels almost prideful that she did that to you. she gets the sudden, intense desire to touch you so she does. she reaches up to caress your cheek. 

“so beautiful…” her voice is starstruck again and you chuckle tiredly. 

“enough.” you whisper tiredly. “come here…your turn.”

she slowly moves closer to you, you lick your lips when you notice how red she is. how turned on she is just from pleasing you.

you help her out of her pants, and then you sit up so she can straddle you again. she hovers over you and you stare at her for a moment. “what do you want?”

she knows better than to be shy about it. she trusts you too much to be shy about it. “your fingers. please.”

you can’t help but snicker.

“please? when did you get manners?” 

“i’ve always had manners.” she mutters.

“you sure about that?”

she nods, eyes sparkling at you and you poorly attempt to bite back a smile. 

“cute…but save it for azzi or something.” you chuckle before you circle her clit with two fingers. she immediately groans and the sound is mesmerizing. “feel good?”

she nods again and you don’t even try to hide your smile this time. “how good?”

she sucks in a deep breath when you pick up your pace a little. “really good. don’t stop.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

“i kinda expected you to get me all worked up and then leave me like this as punishment.” she half laughs, half whimpers.

“hmm…i didn’t think about that. maybe i should just –– “ you slip your fingers away from her and she whines but you chuckle softly. “i’m just kidding…i’d never do that to you.”

“and miss a chance to torture me? i don’t believe you.” she can barely speak in full sentences with how good your hand feels on her. 

“and miss a chance to see how pretty you look when you come?” you mock her tone of voice when you rebuttal.  “never.”

she moans, something she rarely does and this time it’s your turn to be smug. she hides her face in your neck, embarrassed by how quickly you can weaken her.

as much as you want to make her look at you, you don’t want to embarrass her further so you just move your fingers harder against her.

“you smell really good…” paige mutters in between soft moans and then she cringes. “sorry, that’s probably weird to say right now.”

you dismiss her, fingers never changing pace. “no…it’s okay. thank you. you’re really sweet when you wanna be.”

“i’m always sweet.” her voice is practically slurred as she starts to feel the knots building up in her stomach. “i’m so close…”

you keep going until her legs start shaking, pulling your hand away from her and kissing her sweetly.

she pushes you to lay down again so she can wrap her arm around you and cuddle you. for a moment, you’re both silent. just settling in the afterglow, kissing softly here and there and smiling at each other. until you speak.

“you know…” you pant against her lips, she rubs your thighs and hums as you pull away slightly to talk. “i’ve wanted you since you moved in here…”

“yeah? why didn’t you say anything?” she chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer.

“i don’t know. so many reasons.” you stare into her eyes, meeting her smile. she leans in to kiss your jaw and then whispers in your ears. 

“name a few.”

you roll your eyes, they’re all obvious. “olivia for starters –– ” she groans, hiding her face in your neck which makes you laugh. “plus, i didn’t wanna rock the boat.”

she shakes her head, pulling back to look you in the eyes. her voice is pure silk when she whispers softly, “from the moment i first saw you…that ship sailed.”

you snicker, putting a hand over paige’s face. “cheesy…”

“you love it.” she kisses your neck again. “you love me.”

you nod in agreement but that isn’t enough. most likely, it never will be. she lets her hands trail your waist exploratorily. “say it.”

you shudder at the command in her voice. even if you could deny her, why would you want to? 

“i love you...”

[ncis-nerd]

long cases

Ship: Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, SA mention and description briefly, cuddling, pet names.

About: A case gone wrong leaves y/n upset and to make matters worse, y/n can relate to the case so she blames her self but her girlfriend, liv, provides a shoulder to cry on and consoles y/n.

"cmon baby, stop being so shy. it's just me. just mommy, sweetie. lemme see your pretty face, hm?" liv cooed, in attempts to get her little lovie out of burying her face into liv's shoulder. y/n slowly begins to pull away, her teary-eyes met liv's. "Oh honey.." liv sighed sadly. she knew that this last case had taken a toll on y/n. it went so wrong and liv can tell y/n is blaming herself. "livie" y/n's voice broke. the fragile girl began to sob, covering her face with her fingers to spare liv the effort of attempting to console her. there was nothing liv could say to change the outcome of the case but what liv could do, was talk to y/n about it. liv knows that y/n was abused sexually in the past so this is why she relates to this case so deeply.

A few minutes passed, liv was giving y/n the space to cry and let it all out before talking to her. Y/n stood limp in liv's arms, tears stopped flowing. Y/n began to trace circles on liv's back. Liv took this as a sign that y/n was in a slightly better state. "Honey?" Liv gambled. Y/n hummed in reponsed. "Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" Liv asked, not removing the girl from her lap just in case. Y/n and Liv had this agreement that they'd always talk about it. If someone was bugging the other, they would not let it cause an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.

Y/n scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Y/n clutched onto liv's hand, not that liv minded. She knew it helped y/n to talk, grounded her. Knowing that liv was real and she would be okay eventually. "I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was SA-ed. A-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Y/n's voice broke, drawing intense circles on liv's hand. With her other hand, liv reached out to rub y/n's back. Giving her a hint to breathe. Y/n takes a deep breath in response, getting the hint. Liv fixated on y/n's story, nodding at her to continue when she's ready.

"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." Y/n exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off her chest. "That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.

Y/n let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, gives y/n a puzzled look in response. Furrowing her eyebrows. "That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." Y/n squeaked in a happier sounding voice. "Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto y/n, trapping them beneath her. Y/n raised an eyebrow towards Liv. Liv attacked y/n with tickles. "l-livie!" She squealed. "How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased. Y/n squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" Y/n giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards Y/n, pressing her lips against y/n's.

Liv fell beside y/n, her hand caressed y/n's face. Their eyes met, and y/n leaned into liv's touch. "I love you so much, babe." y/n whispered quietly. "you are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response. They gazed at each other with nothing other than love. They laid in silence, clutching onto one another, falling asleep tangled up in quiet.

a/n: like, reblog and comment for more!!

[sunny44]

Daddy’s girl

Pairing: Mason Mount x Mom!reader

Warnings: just fluff.

Summary: you and Mason decided it was time to take baby Olivia to her first Chelsea game and it goes better than the expected.

Today would be the first time we would take Olivia to see Mason playing.

She had gone when I was pregnant and once and then I stopped going because of my difficult pregnancy and after she was born I stared getting a lot of hate online saying horrible things about the baby so we decides that we were taking her when she could walk by herself.

And today is the day.

Mason was already at the stadium and I would go along with his family who were downstairs waiting for us.

"Are you excited to see daddy?" As soon as I mention Mason she gets up and starts jumping on the bed "I guess that’s a yes."

I finished putting on her Jersey with the Mount and the number 19 on the back, she was wearing her Chelsea uniform and her little Nike air.

"We need to pin your hair up." I spoke to her but Olivia was distracted playing with Mason’s socks she had found on the bed. "My God you really are his daughter."

I've made two buns on her and took her on my lap down the stairs to find his family already waiting for us.

"I'm sorry it took so long, she have Mason’s energy."

"No problem honey you have you and mini Mase to dress up." His mother smiles at us leaving the house.

I went in the car with his parents and we were driven to where we were going to watch the game but right at the entrance Olivia saw a huge picture of Mason and she ran screaming “daddy” and hugged herself to the wall. The scene was the cutest thing in the world and it was a shame that I couldn't record it and show it to him later.

When the players entered the field and the big screen was showing them, Olivia screamed as soon as she saw her father.

…

The game was wonderful and Chelsea won it, Olivia spent much of the time screaming and every time the screen showed Mason she celebrated seeing him and the people watching us probably knew she was his daughter since some of them started to take pictures or record us.

After we were free we went to the field, Olivia was on my lap super excited to see everyone including some of her football uncles as I like to call them.

"Look there baby is Uncle Kai, go give him a big hug." She laughed and ran over to him since she hadn't found Mason yet.

"Hi love." He says hugging me from behind.

"Oh my god Mason you scared me." He laughs and I turn to him. "You were amazing I’m so proud of you."

"Thank you." He kisses me. "Where's Oli?"

"She went to give Kai a hug." I pointed to her on his lap and a few other players along making her laugh.

Her relationship with Kai was funny because Olivia was a miniature of Mason, super energetic and likes to talk to everyone and Kai was serious most of the time and not the most affectionate person when it comes to physical touch.

"Olivia." At the same time he calls out and even with all the noise she somehow seems to hear and cracked the biggest smile when she saw him. "Hey baby girl."

"Daddy." She shouts as he picks her up on his lap.

"Did you have fun?" she agrees and he puts her on his shoulders.

I took some pictures of her on his shoulder and lap and then some of them playing with the ball.

"The guys are going out for dinner to celebrate the win, do you want to go?" He asks. "Some of their girlfriend’s are going."

"We can go yes but can you take me somewhere I can change her? This uniform of her smells like horrible and she didn't even play." He laughs.

"I need to shower and get change so I'll take advantage of that and give her a bath in the locker room."

"Alright, let’s say goodbye to your family and I'll separate some clean clothes for her."

We said goodbye to his family and Mason went with Olivia to the locker room, I separated an outfit for her and I obviously wasn't going to go in and risk seeing things I shouldn't have so I knocked on the door and Ben opened it.

“Is everything ok?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah it's just that Mason is giving Oli a sower so we can go out and meet up with you guys and I wanted to ask someone to give him her clothes."

"Why didn’t you come in?"

"Because I don't want to see your things." He laughs and yells asking if anyone was naked and since they said no I went in. "The only one who might be naked is Mason but considering you have a daughter with him at least once you saw him naked."

I rolled my eyes at his comment and soon Mason let me know she was ready and handed her to me, he went to shower and I was drying and dressing her. When she was dry and in her diaper she got up from the bench and started running after Reece and Christian.

"Oli come back here."

"No." She ran and stretched her arms out to Kai’s who grabbed her in his lap and she hid in his neck.

"Are you hungry?" At the same time she gives me a quick look and I swear I've never seen a little girl as hungry as this one. "Where we're having dinner they have that pasta you like.”

She quickly holds out her hands to me and Kai laughs at how quickly she comes onto my lap. I dressed her I a white blouse and some leggings and a coat that Ben gave it to her.

"Mason I'm going to wait with Oli in the cafeteria."

"Okay love I'm just finishing up and I'll meet you guys there.”

Me, Olivia and a few more of the boys left with me and we went to the cafeteria to wait until Mason was ready to go to dinner.

Dinner was great and right after we ate Oli fell asleep and is sleeping until now, she spent the whole time jumping from lap to lap until she stopped at Mason's where she didn't let go of him and now we are going to the car with her on his lap.

"Wow you don't know how amazing today was." He comments smiling. "Oli went to her first game, we won and I am the luckiest guy in the world to share life with you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and Oli loved it." I put the bags on her in the backseat as he adjusts her in the car seat. "You know that giant picture of you outside the stadium?"

"I do."

"I couldn't record it because it all happened so fast but Oli as soon as she saw it ran out screaming daddy and hugged the wall." He laughed and left a little kiss on her forehead and covered her with her binky.

"You have no idea how much I love this little girl." He says starting the car and beginning to drive towards our house.

"She loves you too, every time you appeared on the screen she screamed and clapped her hands calling for you."

"Thank you for taking her today, it meant a lot to me." He takes my hand and leaves a kiss on the top of my hand.” I know it’s not easy to have a public life and I really appreciate you so much for loving me and doing all those sacrifices for our family. And I also know that it was not easy to take her today because now people know how she looks but I really love it, so thank you.

"No need to thank me, you know I would do anything for you." He smiles and we went home after this amazing day.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount our baby girl went to her first game to cheer for daddy and her uncles

Masonmount my little lucky charm, daddy loves you so much

Debbiemount she was the cutest fan

Benchilwell I’m giving her a jersey with my name and number on it

Masonmount I’m throwing away

Y/nmount she’s going to love it ben, thank you

Fan65 we’re finally able to say that baby mount looks exactly like Mason

Y/nlovers yesssss, she’s all him

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 20

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“Olivia, where do you think you are going?” my mum asks me as I walk down the stairs.

“To work?” 

“Don't you have a doctor's appointment to attend to today?”

“Yes, this afternoon.”

“What? I thought you said it was in the morning! I changed my shift to go with you!”

“I'm sorry, mum. But they called yesterday at the last minute saying that they had to reschedule it.”

“And why didn't you tell me?”

“I forgot” I shrug.

But I actually hadn't forgotten. I had been the one calling my doctor asking her if we could reschedule my appointment to the afternoon so Declan could come with me since he didn't have training. This was my first scan since I had told him everything, and he wanted to be there with me.

“Oh, Liv… I wanted to be there with you! Today they will definitely tell you if it's a boy or a girl!”

“I'm sorry, mum. You know I have too many things in my head right now and…”

“I know” she says, taking my hand on hers and giving it a little squeeze. “But I still wanted to be there for you. Your dad is already missing it since he is at that talk in Manchester.”

“I know. He was so excited…”

“He was” she says. “But who will be going with you then?”

“Kennedy.”

“What? Why her?”

“She was free and offered to come with me.”

“And Alex? He hasn't been to any scan yet, and he is the father of your child in case you have forgotten.”

“I have not, no” I sigh.

“Liv… I don't know what happened between you two and I respect your choice to not tell us… But in a few months there will be a baby, and they deserve to have a mother and a father that will take care of them.”

“They will have that, don't worry” I say. Because if Declan keeps his promise, our baby will have us both in their life. Maybe not together like a couple, but we will be there for them. “And I better go, I don't want to be late.”

“Ok. But be careful with the car and keep me updated about the doctor's appointment.”

“I will, mum. I promise. I love you” I say, kissing her cheek.

“I love you too, Olivia” she smiles. 

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“Hi, sorry I'm late” I say, getting into Declan's car. “There was a problem with that bloody coffee machine again, the technician wasn't picking up the phone, and then the power went out for an hour. It was a bit chaotic and… Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?”

“Uh?”

“My face. Is there something on it? I had pasta for lunch, so maybe I didn't clean all the tomato sauce.”

“There is no tomato sauce” Declan says.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“How?”

“Like… that” I say, moving my hand in the air. 

“You look beautiful today.”

“What?” I say with a nervous laugh, my cheeks already starting to burn.

“I mean, you always look beautiful. But today, a lot more.” 

“Well… ummm… thanks.”

“You're welcome” Declan smiles. “Now, should we get going? I don't want us to be late to meet the little one.”

“Yes, of course” I reply, putting on my seatbelt. Or trying to.

“Here, let me help you.” 

The moment our hands touch and he looks up, it's like we've traveled back in time to the day we met. I can feel the same electricity I felt when our fingers first touched running through my whole body, my mind starting to get lost once again in that shade of blue I had never seen before. 

“I hope they get your eyes. And your eyelashes.”

“What?” Declan says, his hands still on mine.

“The baby. I hope they get your eyes. They are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.” Woah, Olivia. Intense much? 

“Thank you” he replies with a shy smile. Wait a minute… Declan Rice getting shy after I have complimented him? Since when? I am the one who starts giggling and feeling her face on fire, not him. “And this is done.”

“What is?”

“The seatbelt, Liv.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Pregnant brain, you know” I say with a stupid laugh. Yeah, making a fool of myself in front of him hasn't changed.

“Is that a thing?”

“Yep.”

“Interesting” he smirks. Now that is the Declan I am used to. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, I'm fine.”

“Ok. Then let's go see our baby” he says, letting go of my hand and making me miss his touch. But it doesn't last long, because he moves it to caress my bump, something he would do again a few more times while we are stopped at a red light, the warmest and fuzziest feeling ever filling my chest. 

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“Ok, let's check how the little one is today, shall we?” my doctor smiles while I give Declan's hand a little squeeze. I've had to grab it to make him stop fidgeting, he is so nervous…

“Woah, what is that noise?” he asks. 

“That's their heartbeat” I tell him.

“Really? Is that normal?”

“It is, don't worry. It means they are very healthy” the doctor explains. 

“And I thought mine was beating fast…” 

“Welcome to the club” I chuckle. “Are they in the right position today?” In my previous scan it had been impossible to tell if they were a boy or a girl. 

“They are yes. Do you want me to tell you now or are you planning a gender reveal?”

“Oh no, I hate those. Declan?” 

“Uh?” he says, his eyes still fixed on the screen. He is… Oh my God, he is crying.

“Dec, hey. Are you ok?” I ask him, squeezing his hand again.

“Yeah, yeah, I just… That's my child” he says, quickly wiping away his tears. 

“It is, yes” I smile, trying not to cry too.

“Anyway, the gender” he says, composing himself. “Is it possible to know later on our own?”

“Of course” my doctor says. “We'll give you an envelope with the results so you can open it when you are ready.”

“And photos too?”

“Photos too” she smiles.

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“So, how do we do it?” Declan asks me once we are back in his car.

“How do we do what?”

“The envelope, Liv” he says. “Do you want to do it here or should we go somewhere special?”

“Actually, now that you mention it… Can we go to that restaurant where you took me when we left the lionesses game? I've been dreaming about the cake we ate for the past weeks.”

“First craving?” he asks, starting the car.

“Oh, no. My first craving was Cadbury chocolate.”

“You are always eating chocolate, Liv” he chuckles. “That isn't new.”

“But now it's gotten worse.”

“How can it be worse than liking literally anything made with chocolate?”

“I have to keep a bar on my bedside table because I wake up hungry in the middle of the night and it is the only thing I want to eat. And it has to be Cadbury chocolate, just that one. One morning I woke up hugging it.”

“What?” Declan laughs.

“Yeah” I shrug. “I think it is because the baby has your sweet tooth.”

“My sweet tooth, Liv? Mine?” he laughs again. 

“Yep, yours” I smile. “So if my teeth fall off after eating so much sugar… You are paying for the new ones, you are the millionaire here.”

“Ok” he laughs once again, the rest of our journey to the restaurant filled with more of his loud laugh while I just smile like an idiot. Had I missed that? God knows I had.

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“Is it as good as you remembered?”

“Better” I say, cake spilling from my mouth. So elegant, Olivia.

“Here, let me help you” Declan chuckles, cleaning my chin with his napkin, his other hand holding my face. I wonder if he can feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer by the second. “Done.”

“Thank you” I whisper.

“So… Should we open the envelope before they kick us out due to you eating all their cake?” he says with a teasing smile.

“Ha ha ha” I reply, rolling my eyes. “But yeah, let's do it. It's in my bag.”

“Ok” he says, taking it and moving his chair next to mine. “Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

“I asked first, Liv.”

“I know. But your hand is the one that's shaking, not mine” I say, holding it like I did during our doctor's appointment.

“Sorry” he smiles. “Anyway, ready?”

“Ready” I smile back.

“And baby Rice is…”

“I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” I laugh, hitting his arm.

“Ouch, Liv!”

“I knew it was going to be a boy! You only have brothers and they only have boys! It's like you only carry the male gene!”

“I actually have a niece too, remember?”

“The exception that confirms my theory.”

“You look quite happy about it” Declan chuckles. “Did you want a boy?”

“I just wanted a healthy baby. But since the moment I found out I was pregnant, I pictured a boy” I shrug.

“With my blue eyes?” he smirks.

“With your blue eyes and hopefully a smaller head.”

“What?” he laughs.

“I know most of it is hair but… Yeah. I don't want something that big coming out of my…”

“Oh my God, Olivia” Declan laughs again.

“Sorry” I shrug. “Anyway, should we ask for more cake in honour of our little boy?”

“Ok. But just one slice, and we'll share it.”

“What?” 

“You just said you don't want a big baby, and if you keep eating like this…”

“Idiot” I reply, hitting him again. “But fine, ok. Just one slice.”

“And then we are going for a walk to help with your digestion.”

“Yes, mum” I sigh.

“If I'm being annoying is because I care about you, Liv. Both of you” he says, caressing my bump.

“I know, Declan. I know” I say, smiling like an idiot once again. 

[woso-dreamzzz]

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born” Y/n mumbles as she nurses the bottle in her hand. She rocks back and forth on her chair in alexia’s back garden her childhood home as she stared into alexia’s eyes. “Sometimes I wish at the hospital you just left me there. Alone.”

“Bambi you don’t mean that. Let’s get you to bed.” Alexia reaches forward and tries to grab the bottle in Bambi’s hand.

“Do not touch me and don’t call me that. You off all people do not get to call me that M…Alexia. You lost the right to care for me. Did you even want it in the first place? Do not care for me now. Where is Olivia or Ade or Grace even.” Bambi shouts slamming her bottle down and standing up but stumbles back. “You left me.”

“Bam- Y/N that is not what I meant to happen at all. Let’s talk more about it when you’re sober. Grace is at the air b&b with James. Ade and Olivia are at home in London. You need to go home. Your family needs you and you need them.” Alexia pleads her words falling flat like the lemonade in her hand. “Bambi what on earth has happened to you.”

“You happened, don’t you see? You ruined me since birth; from the very first moment you set me up to fail. I am not and never have been good enough for you. I am you in all the ways you cannot love. I am too much of a burden. I hate myself I want my body back cI want my life back I want my job back.” Bambi sobs. They rip through her hard and her ribs jerk with every single one that rips through her. She feels herself gag from how violent they are. She feels her skin scream from the tears burning her face. She puts her hands over her face and starts to walk towards Alexia. “I hate the fact I can’t hate you for destroying me.”

“Oh Y/N come here” she reaches forward and pulls Bambi into her arms. She feels the woman, her daughter relax in her eyes tears soaking through her coaching shirt. She looks into her patio garden doors and into the living room. She stairs at the train. The same train that Alexia blames for the ruin of her relationship with Bambi. But then below the model she can almost see Bambi. She can finally see Bambi under the coffee table. She can see her daughter. She carefully moves Bambi’s head so it’s nuzzled into her neck and moves hair to one side and she can see them.

The scars from when Bambi had chicken pox.

It was a rather fond memory for everyone but Alexia, seeing Bambi toddle about in massive oven mits and having the slight smell of porridge engrained in her skin. How she’d just lay on the grass and roll around to itch her back. Her body had healed reasonably well, she had no scars baring the three at the top of her spine. A perfect triangle. Alexia without thinking reached up and started to lightly scratch them and hum the same lullaby she would when Bambi was just a baby.

“I see you Bambi. I finally see you.” Alexia whispers into the night staring into her living room. Wishing she could turn back time and walk the 20 foot into her living room and to find her daughter. Her Bambi. She quickly places a kiss on her forehead.

“Bambi the worst thing I’ve ever done was not find you that night. I promise in every other lifetime I’ll find you. I promise in the next life I’ll prove it to you. I’ll be the best mama you’ll ever need.”

Bambi’s sobs soon turn into hiccups and turns into silence. Alexia thinks bambis asleep from how silent she is but a small whisper is heard. “I promise I’ll be a better daughter.i promise I’ll never disappoint you.”

“Please don’t leave me mami please don’t leave me again.” Bambi begs tilting her head up to her mother’s eyes putting on her most pleading eyes she can.

“Bambi I promise I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you I promise.” She looks into Bambi’s eyes and it’s almost like a mirror staring back at her “I didn’t realise how similar our eyes were.” Alexia whispers she study’s her daughter’s face and she can see it. All she can see is herself in her daughter.

She is quick to pick Bambi up like she was a child again and sling hee into her arms. Bambi was light. Alexia decides considering she’s just had a baby. She had heard through the grapevine that Bambi had struggled with an earring disorder growing up but she didn’t believe it until she stalked and found Bambi in Lyon one day. It was a contrast the the girl she though she new. Bambi wasn’t a fussy baby before. She’d eat anything but now. Bambi wouldn’t eat if that was hee choice. She needed to be perfect. She needed to go back to work

“Come on Bambi, let’s get into bed.” She turns and helps Bambi into the sitting room and guides her onto the couch but “mami stay with me please” but without looking Bambi starts to stumble and reaches a hand out and with a small tip the train model THE model alexia has kept in amazing condition for years falls onto the floor with a loud bang!

“For heavens sake Bambi! Can’t you just leave it alone for once?” The words fall from alexia’s mouth before she can even think what she’s saying. They feel heavy on her tongue desperate to leave. Alexia can see Bambi’s face drop. She can see how it burns her daughter.

“I don’t want you anymore alexia. Goodnight.”

Bambi didn’t stay the next morning. Nor did she see her mother until the birth of her daughter. Three years later.

Drunk Bambi being loose-lipped is the best ✔️

Bambi relapsing slightly after giving birth ✔️

Alexia continues to put her foot in her mouth at the worst of times ✔️

In love with Alexia keeping the train and being protective over it, her last relic of child Bambi ✔️

Bambi is in desperate need of a hug from everyone but I think specifically a Jenni hug would do her a world of good ✔️

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

In it together.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader x Olivia!Priscilla.

Summary: After a week of sickness, nothing sounds better than a family day out.

Warning: Time-period racism, Overprotective Austin!Elvis, Fighting, Fluff, Pregnant Olivia!Priscilla, Teen Lisa Marie, Poly relationship. (A/n: sorry this took so dang long, I lost motivation but I tried to push pasted my writer's block for this. I hope you liked it)

You smiled as you took in the fresh air of a gorgeous dawn, the birds chirping was like Harmony to your ears. A week spent in bed without sun and light and nasty medicine was all behind you and now you got to see your babies, Lord had mercy on your little Spencer and Savannah. Now Elvis did the best he could do to deal with their hair, most hairstyles were clumsy and unsure yet the twins wore them with pride and would brag about their daddy doing their hair if the stories your older daughter told you was true.

"Takin' in the view mama." Elvis walked up from behind you and hugged your waist. You hummed and looked over your shoulder to see he wasn't looking at the "View" but you. Gigging you batted his arms from you as you looked through the open door to see Priscilla trying to go down the stairs. "Elvis!" you gasped. "Cilla!" Elvis didn't skip a beat and rushed to help his legitimate wife.

"Oh calm down you two I'm okay." Priscilla huffed yet it held no bite as she allowed Elvis to help her down the last steps. "Cilla, you know how dangerous it is to go down those stairs. Alone" you scolded her and in turn, she rolled her eyes, a tiny smile on her painted lips, and simply walked past you towards the car. "Come on, the kids are waiting," she said looking over her shoulder before opening the passenger seat and sliding into the vehicle. Elvis chuckled and shook his head as he got into the driver's seat, and waited for you to get in the back with Lisa, the twins, and your baby boy. You could see the giddiness of your children, all so happy to go to the new restaurant that opened up close to Beale Street, and Elvis had been dying to visit. The ride was filled with laughter and lively chatter. Once Elvis had parked the car, everyone filed out, the children sported smiles and grins as they looked upon the front of the restaurant was it beautiful, a glowing gold neon sign in cursive was raised above the door, adding a fancy touch. You were luckily seated, almost immediately once they saw your husband, and if you thought the outside was beautiful the inside did it no justice. The carpet was a velvet red and a classy glass, golden chandelier hung from the high ceiling, the black tablecloths and white chair covers popped out of the glamorous colors. Your brows frowened as a waiter came up to your table wearing a spotless suit his eyes flicking to you and your babies, his smile twitching each time he did as he took your orders and rushed away. "I'm so excited for some food." Lisa Marie groaned and leaned back into her chair, eyes closed and dramatically rubbing her stomach, causing the twins to giggle at their older sister as she opened an eye to peek at them, a playful smile on her lips. The giggles, Priscilla warning Lisa Marie to behave, and Elvis trying to calm down his wife blurred to background noise, as you suddenly felt aware of the stares from the other patrons and the not-so-stable way the waiter seemed to whisper to another waiter and pointing to your table. "Mama, ya okay?" Elvis whispered as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it. "Oh, yeah. 'm okay." you faked a smile, reassuring your husband, as you squeezed his hand back as a man came to your table. He didn't look like a waiter, he wore a striped black suit instead of the plain black suits the serves wear and cheap golden jewelry, "Ah, the famous Mr. And Mrs. Presley! Welcome to my restaurant." his grin at Elvis and Cilla before it turned sleazy as he looked at you, "Sorry but pets aren't allowed here, so if you can take your pets out that would very appreciated." a pregnant silence filed the air before the sound of a chair falling to the floor and a grunt broke the silence. "Lisa Maire, help your siblings! " you ordered as you quickly helped Priscilla out of her chair and towards the exit, looking back at your enraged husband. You knew better than anyone you had to get the family away from the scene, you wouldn't let your babies see violence so young. No later Elvis was storming out the door, panting in anger as he slide into the drivers seat, his shaking fingers running through his messed hair and straightening out his shirt. Wordless you leaned forward and took hold of his shoulder, your touched seemed to calm down your husband, as he shaky exhaled,"Thank ya, mama." Elvis laid his hand on yours.

"Mama," Savannah spoke up softly, "why did that man call us pets?" she asked, her eyes glazed over as she looked at you and her father. "Oh baby.." you shushed her as you pulled her into your embrace. "Some people were raised wrong, bug," Priscilla said softly. "but there will be people who will love and care about you regardless of your skin color" Elvis piped in, reaching back to hold his son's arm, comforting the little boy as tiny stifles came out of his lips. "Why don't we head down to our favorite diner?" Lisa Marie suggested, with that the twins cheered up as they pleaded to go, even little Eric cooed in agreement.

The familiar smell of greased food and the cheerful welcome of a waitress as she led you to your tables. And like that, everyone was happy again, At times like that you realized despite the cruelty you weren't alone anymore. You had your family, you had your fortress and you were all in it together.

[novaksupremacy]

The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter 8

chapter 8 revolves around S6E6 "Conscience". Cute Benovak stuff, obvious svu case talk, some smut of course (but only a smidgen this chapter), angst, Huang and Casey buddy road trip.

Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

Word Count: 7181

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Read Part 7

            Henry Morton went missing from a birthday party he was attending with his mother. When the SVU team was dispatched they had trouble chasing down any leads. The video footage showed Henry disappearing, but not to where, how it happened, or even who took him. Most of what they did get was tainted by a local neighborhood watch vigilante listening in on the police scanners and strong arming suspects. The closest they got was a description given to them by the Morton’s neighbor, a young man named Jake O’Hara who swore he saw a strange man hanging around recently and that he had seen him in the neighborhood that very morning. They picked up a man that fit the description the boy gave them to a tee and brought him down to the station for a lineup.

“Why is he all banged up?” the redhead inquired after an affirmative ID had been made.

“That idiot with the police scanner was already in Billy’s apartment and beating the crap out of him when we got there. We through him out but unless we get a confession everything is circumstantial because the crime scene was tampered with.” Liv sighed, shaking her head.

“Break him or we gotta cut him loose.” Casey wrapped her arms around Liv’s neck.

“Counselor, someone might see us.” Liv smirked as she pulled the young redhead to settle between her knees, resting her hands on the ADA’s hips.

“Oh no,” Casey said mockingly and gave her girlfriend a quick kiss, a smile spreading across her lips. She pulled back just in case someone actually did happen to walk by. She placed her hands on the brunettes thighs right above the knee. Her desire to be in contact with Olivia’s body overpowered her fear of them being caught.

“Did you get enough sleep last night? You were tossing a lot.” Liv asked placing her hands on top of Casey’s.

“Did I keep you up? I’m so sorry, I think I threw my shoulder out in that last game and its been acting up.” The redhead frowned, “I’ll get it checked out, so I don’t completely screw up both of our sleep schedules.”

“Hey, you keep me up anytime you want Counselor.” Liv smiled and rubbed her hands over Casey’s, “but you probably should get that shoulder looked at anyway.” She pushed her fingertips up the ADAs wrists, under the hem of her sleeves.

“Kiss it better later?” the redhead raised her brows and sighed.

“I think I can take care of that.” Liv bit her lip, staring at Casey’s.

“Mm, I bet you can baby.” The counselor hummed. She brought her hands up to Liv’s collar and straightened it out. “We should probably get back to everyone.” She licked her lips, using the shirt collar to pull herself closer. “By the way, did I tell you how incredibly sexy you look in my suit? Watching you work while wearing my clothes, is very much a turn on.”  She pressed a languid kiss on her girlfriend then turned and walked away, her fingertips lingering behind intertwined with Liv’s. She dropped her lover’s hand as she hit the doorway and turned her head back to look at her. Liv shook her head, she knew Casey was trying to get her all riled up for later. The redhead held on to the frame for a second and winked before heading down the hallway.

“Bily’s neighbor didn’t ask him to babysit, he volunteered.” Fin said as he and Cragen walked into the bullpen trying to poke holes in the suspect’s alibi.

“How old is the kid,” Cragen questioned, listening intently.

“Five,” the detective offered as they continued to walk, “He said Billy never touched him.”

“But what about the mother?” The captain pressed.

“She confirmed Billy’s story, said he was back at the apartment by half passed eleven.”

“Could Billy have left the kid alone for a bit and come back?”

Fin shook his head, “Little boy said Billy was with him the whole time.” He and Cragen reached the crime board where Casey, Elliot and Liv were all focusing.

Cragen picked up the white board marker. “Okay so your witness puts Billy outside Morton’s home in Riverdale at eight AM. His alibi puts him back on Avenue B at eight thirty.”

“Tight,” Elliot states, “But doable.”

Casey shook her head, “No but he’s got to get back to Riverdale to follow Henry into the birthday party,” she pointed at the timeline, a contemplative look in her eye.

The captain looked back at the board, “Henry’s mom said they left no later than a quarter to twelve,

 “..and Billy didn’t finish babysitting until eleven thirty.” Fin continued.

“Well,” Liv added, “there’s no way he made it back to Riverdale in fifteen minutes. Not even on a Sunday”

“We got the wrong guy,” Cragen shook his head.

Munch hung up the phone and joined the conversation, “Looks that way, lab says hairs in Billy’s apartment don’t match the cat hair on Henry.

Casey sighed, “We gotta let Billy go,” she adjusted her posture, “We keep him much longer we’re gonna have a big, fat, lawsuit on our hands.”

Elliot grimaced, “I’ll tell the perv he’s going home.”

The redhead followed him and Liv out into the hall, she grabbed Liv’s arm “Be safe, and I’ll see you when you get back to the precinct.” She admired what her girlfriend did, but she was starting to hate the sinking feeling she got every time she walked out the door. Not only did she ache for her every time she was out of reach, but she also feared the risks that came along with her job. Heaven knows they’ve already experienced their fair share of these since they started dating.

Liv motioned for Casey to follow, and she ducked into the bathroom. After making sure they were alone she cupped the redhead’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly, not letting go until they could no longer refrain from taking a breath. “I’ll be safe, I promise. I’ll always make it back to you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Casey still hanging off the kiss.

“I’ll keep this one,” she made sure to look into the ADA’s hazel green eyes as she spoke. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Casey whispered.

“Before I forget,” Liv said reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small box, “this is for you.” She opened it revealing a gold chain with a small gold plated replica of her badge and badge number.

The attorney felt her face flush and her eyes well with emotion.

Liv took the chain out of the box and unclasped it, “This, is so that I’m always with you when I’m out on the job, and so that if G-d forbid something does happen,” she put it around Casey’s neck, tucking it in to her shirt and giving her another tender kiss, “you can show this to whoever you need to, to get to me.”

“Liv, I—” the redhead looked at her girlfriend in awe, “I love—it” she cleared her throat. “I love it.”

The brunette felt her stomach fill with butterflies for a split second before Casey finished her sentence, “Good.” she said, shaking it off. “See you for lunch, Counselor.” She pulled the ADA tight and kissed her goodbye.

“Looking forward to it, Detective.” Casey bit her lip, smiling as she followed Liv back out into the hallway.

*****

Back at the station Elliot and Liv had gotten word from O’Halloran that the perp they were looking for wasn’t an adult but an adolescent. He stated that stones were found in Henry’s throat which Elliot recognized as the same ones from Jake O’Hara, the neighbor kid’s front yard. They called Jake and his mother down to the precinct and filled Casey in on what they found.

“If we are gonna charge a thirteen year old with Henry’s murder, we better have a smoking gun.” Casey said as she moved from leaning on the interrogation window and walked passed Liv and Elliot and then turned around to face them.

“We do,” Elliot said matter-of-factly, “the stones in Henry’s throat. They were from Jake’s front yard. The prints are gonna be his.”

“I bet if we go back to the party security tapes, we’re gonna see Jake.” She turned to Elliot, “We weren’t looking for a kid.”

The redhead played devil’s advocate for a moment, “Okay well what about that man Jake saw?”

The brunette shook her head, “He must’ve made that up.”

One thing wasn’t making sense to Casey, “But Jake O’Hara picked Billy out of a lineup, how could he possibly have known Billy was a pedophile.”

Elliot knew in his gut she had a point, “I don’t know.”

“Alright,” the ADA strategized, “well let’s not hard ball the kid till we get some answers. We can’t afford to make the same mistake twice.”

“I thought my son answered all your questions?” Mrs. O’Hara asked as she sat back down at the table in interrogation.

“We just have to follow up on a few things,” Liv stated as her and Elliot sat down across from the suspect and his mother.

“Jake this man you picked out of the lineup,” Elliot said as he folded his hands on the table, “He didn’t do it.”

“Told you I wasn’t sure,” Jake said sounding disappointed. His mother rubbed his back.

“It’s okay honey, you did your best.” She said to him reassuringly.

“I guess it was number two after all,” the young teenager said woefully.

“No Jake,” Benson interrupted, “number two was an off-duty cop.”

Jake’s voice full of feigned remorse, “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “they all looked alike with those sunglasses. I only saw the picture for a minute.”

“You never saw the man, did you?” Elliot questioned.

Jake immediately started to try to back pedal, “Well I did but I told that other officer I didn’t think I’d be able to recognize him again.”

Elliot stormed out of the room, realizing the detective Jake was referring to was Wolinsky, their neighborhood watch pain in the ass. He grabbed him by the collar and began berating him for getting the kid to make a false testimony before throwing him in the lockup. He walked back into interrogation closing the door behind him.

“I don’t understand,” Mrs. O’Hara said getting agitated, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on,” Elliot barked, “Is that Jake identified a man he never saw. You made it all up didn’t you Jake?”

“I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” His mother protested.

“Well, there’s a few other things we don’t understand.” Liv said, “Like why Henry was covered up in cat hair.”

“Or how these stones from your yard,” Elliot placed the evidence baggie on the table, “ended up in his throat.”

Jake tried coming up with answers to all of this as the detectives pressed him but soon burst into a fit of tears when Liv threatened him with the notion of matching fingerprints. He was begging his mom not to send him back to camp, claiming that what happened to Henry was indeed an accident. Mrs. O’Hara explained that Jake had been sent to a camp for troubled youth. He showed them his arms, full of cigarette burns.

“Mrs. O’Hara,” Liv said softly, “We still need to place Jake under arrest.”

*****

“So, he said the kids at the camp tortured him?” Casey stuck her chopsticks into Liv’s takeout container grabbing for a piece of broccoli and popping it in her mouth.

“You know, we could just order a larger order of chicken broccoli and ya know split it? But yeah, he broke down into tears and told us how they sodomized him and burned him with cigarettes. It was horrifying.”

“That’s awful! I’ll talk to Huang and see what he knows about the place. Did you guys talk to the vic’s father about this yet? Also, while yes, it would be more efficient to share but its more fun to watch you squirm when I steal yours.” The redhead giggled trying to poke her chopsticks back into the container much to her girlfriends protest.

Liv brought her arm back to play keep away, taunting Casey keeping the container just out of arms reach. “Come on Counselor, where’s that athletic agility?” the chuckled. At this point, the litigator was not even focused on the container and only on the brunette’s lips as they parted in a jesting smile. She leaned in and kissed them, reaching behind her to toss the chopsticks onto the table behind her. Her girlfriend followed suite with the takeout.

“Is the door locked?” Casey panted, her hands fumbling with the buttons on Liv’s shirt. She didn’t actually wait for an answer before sliding a hand under the brunettes bra, caressing her breast.

Liv reached behind her, double checked the lock, and shook her head yes. She brought her wrist up between them, “I have about thirty minutes left.”

Casey let out a sultry laugh, “I can do a lot to you in thirty minutes, Detective.” She smirked and bit her lover’s lip, pulling it towards her as she straddled the brunette.

“Oh yeah Counselor, should I set a timer?” Liv whispered as she pulled the redhead tight to her body, their kisses were messy, heated, and filled with need. She wrapped her arm around the small of Casey’s back, picking her up as she stood up and flipping her back down onto the couch underneath her.

The ADA fervently grabbed at the detectives zipper, “Baby, if you think I can’t top you from down here you are sorely mistaken.” She panted as she continued kissing and slid her fingers down into the brunette’s waistband.

Liv’s breath caught in her throat as she let out a little sigh of pleasure at her girlfriend’s touch. She leaned her body hard down against Casey, rolling her hips as the redhead’s hand continued to tease her. Casey began fingering her slowly and was just about to further her exploration of Liv’s body when she heard the door handle start to jiggle.

“Hey, hey Casey? I think you door might be jammed, seems like its stuck.” Elliot called out from the hall, “You want me to throw my shoulder into it?”

Casey let out a heavy frustrated sigh, “It’s locked Elliot, for a reason.” She brought her hand up to her forehead.

“What’s wrong? Lionel Granger interrupted your lunch one too many times?” he joked, “C’mon Novak, you gonna let me in or what? I thought you were meeting Liv for lunch.”

“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment El.” The redhead said with mild annoyance.

“Huh? C’mon Case, open the door I’ve got a stack of five’s for you!” The detective stood outside, a confused look on his face, his impatience growing.

“We’re busy!” Both women shouted at the door in unison.

“OH,” Elliot froze, “umm okay, shit, my bad. Liv, I’ll just uhh, meet you at the car in twenty.” He made some vague hand motions as he shifted awkwardly from left to right a few times, not quite sure where to put himself and then headed back towards the squad room. As he headed back towards his desk John was headed down the hall with a pile of paperwork.

“You might want to try later,” the younger detective said still a little shell shocked.

“Hey El, why? Casey not in the office?” Munch stopped mid step.

“She’s,” he paused, “out to lunch.” Elliot headed back to his desk and stared at it in silence.

*****

Judge Preston adjourned the arraignment hearing as Casey gathered up her belongings for the day. Elliot and Dr. Morton were sitting in the front row of the gallery watching as Jake went through the arraignment process.

“Hey Casey,” Elliot whispered trying to grab the ADA’s attention. She turned to face him with a small smile, his face was solemn as she walked over. “This is Brett Morton, Henry’s father.”

Her face softened as she extended her hand to him in a firm handshake, “Very sorry.”

“Can I speak with Jake,” Dr. Morton asked somberly.

Casey turned towards opposing counsel, “Cleo? Can we have a moment please?”  The defense ushed Jake towards the prosecutor, Dr. Morton walking around the partition to greet him.

“Dr. Morton,” the young boy said, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, Henry was my friend.”

Brett took a deep breath, “I know, Jake.” He sighed, “Why’d you do it?” The Doctor tilted his head down to get level with the boy. Casey watched the young boys body language from over Dr. Morton’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Jake sobbed, tears streamed down his face, “Something’s wrong with me.”

“Jake,” the victim’s father choked back a sob, “What did Henry say before he died?”

The tears fell freely down the child’s face, “He said he wanted his mommy.”

Casey could feel there was a tension escalating and nodded to the court officer to lead the young boy and his attorney away.

Dr. Morton turned around to face her, “What’s going to happen to him?”

“Without a plea bargain, he’ll stand trial and go to prison.” She said calmly, assuring the man that justice would be done.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “he’s a juvenile. He’ll be out at eighteen.”

Elliot and Casey looked towards each other concerned, “Dr. Morton,” her voice was soft but steady, “we’re trying Jake as an adult.”

The doctor’s face contorted in shock. “No. I lost a child and I know one thing. It’s wrong to lose another child to a life in prison.”

Elliot spoke quietly, “As a parent I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“Putting Jake in jail doesn’t mean I’m getting justice.” The man shot back.

“And putting him in that camp doesn’t mean you’re responsible for what he did.” The detective retorted, his eyes showing empathy for the victim’s father.

*****

Huang met Casey outside the courtroom, he could always tell when she needed a friend to lend an ear about a case.

“Maybe I am wrong,” she said waving her hand as she spoke. She was truly torn about how to go about prosecuting this.

George turned his palm up as he answered as if weighing the options in his hand, “Dr. Morton is caught between his anger and his guilt.”

“What, just because he recommended that camp?” The lilt in the redheads voice made it clear she found that hard to digest.

“He feels responsible. He feels that if Jake hadn’t been abused there, Jake wouldn’t have killed Henry.” Huang reasoned.

“What do you think?” She looked to him for guidance.

“Jake suffered there. He was burned. He was possibly raped.” He stated.

Casey interjected, “Yeah but lots of kids are traumatized. They don’t go out and kill other kids. I mean every time they shoot up a school we say it was because they were bullied.”

George softened his voice, “Sometimes they were, and the question is whether that’s the reason Jake killed Henry.”

“Alright well what do you know about this camp?” she questioned.

“Rhinebeck Survival. No incidents that I’ve heard of.” The FBI liaison stated, racking his brain.  

“That you’ve heard of.” Casey emphasized.

George smiled, “I’m sure the director will talk to us. Feel like taking a ride upstate?”

*****

“So,” George smirked looking over at Casey as she drove, one hand on the wheel, left foot up on the seat, sunglasses covering her eyes.

“So?” she responded cautiously, lowering the radio.

“Now that we are not surrounded by the entire squad and its just us,” he smiled like he was up to no good, “How are things with Olivia.” He made sure to over annunciate the syllables of her name in a teasing manner.

The redhead immediately blushed and couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her girlfriend. “Very well, thank you.”

“So, it’s pretty serious?” He inquired, “I promise I’m not psychoanalyzing, I’m strictly asking as a friend.”

“I’d like to think so?” Casey chuckled, “I think at this point I’ve almost told her I love her about a thousand times. So yeah pretty serious.” She took a sip of her coffee and put it back in the cup holder.

“Why have you stopped yourself,” Huang probed.

“Okay, now you’re psychoanalyzing.” She jested.

“Maybe a little,” he laughed, “but really, why?”

The redhead shrugged, “Afraid, I guess? That she won’t say it back, or worse that she will and won’t mean it, or worse even still that she will and will mean it and then something happens to her.”

“That,” George took a deep breath and tried to unpack that statement, “is a lot of overthinking Casey.” He chortled.

“Well, she hasn’t said it either,” she tried to rationalize her thinking. “So, what am I supposed to think?”

“That maybe she’s just as scared as you are?” He offered consolingly.

The ADA sighed, “You’re right. I mean something to her, I know that much.” She took her free hand and pulled the chain out from her shirt, “She gave me this today.” She blushed again.

“Wow,” George said taken aback by the grand gesture, “You know, Casey. Even though neither of you have said it with words. I think you’ve already said it to each other in a million separate ways without even realizing it.” He grabbed his friends hand for a second and squeezed.

“You might be on to something there, sir.” She smiled as she pulled into the camp’s driveway. “Ready?” She raised her eyebrow as she took her sunglasses off, placing them in the center console as she stepped out of the vehicle.

*****

Upon their arrival back at the DA’s office, after a day of fact finding. Huang and Casey  tried to petition Judge Donnelly with the information they had been provided between the camps director and its other attendees.

“Jake O’Hara burned himself?” Judge Donnelly said in disbelief.

George nodded, “The camp’s director tried to explain to his mother that he should be institutionalized. She didn’t believe him, she threatened a lawsuit and then she took Jake home.” He said exacerbated.

Casey continued, “He was thrown out of two private schools in Brooklyn for violent behavior and arson. His mom had to move him to Riverdale.”

“The kids a sociopath!” George interjected.

“He’s only 13.” Liz said, having trouble believing what she was hearing.

The psychiatrist huffed, “Well, he has all the classic symptoms. He’s glib, he lies, he has no remorse, no empathy. He’s narcissistic and he’s extremely manipulative. He fooled both of us.”

Casey leaned against the bookshelf, “Even Brett Morton and he’s a psychiatrist. He lives right next door. He never saw how devious Jake really is.”

“If the boy is mentally ill, we’ll send him to a hospital.” Donnelly shot back nonchalant.

“Sociopathy is a personality disorder, a lot of shrinks believe there is no cure.” George spoke calmly, hoping Liz would see what he and Casey were trying to convey.

“What do you think?” Liz queried.

Huang sighed, “You can’t grow a conscience.”

“Jake knew what he was doing was wrong and didn’t care. It’s the right decision to try him as an adult.” Casey dug her heels in.

Donnelly shook her head, “It’s too late, Dr. Morton came to see me this morning. He begged me to send Jake to Family Court. So, I moved it. The case is being heard right now.”  

Casey flew into the Family Court room as the Judge was starting to adjourn, “I’m very sorry to interrupt, Your Honor, but we’ve made a mistake.

The Judge tilted her head, “That’s refreshing. I don’t often hear that in my courtroom.”

Elliot, who was sitting in the gallery with Dr. Morton watched Casey intensely.

“The District Attorney’s office has reconsidered our decision to try Jake O’Hara in Family Court. We request that the case be moved to Supreme Court for trial as an adult.” She pontificated.

The Judge shook her head, “Hearings have begun. Jeopardy has attached. If I dismiss now, the case is over.”

“These are highly unusual circumstances,” Casey plead her case, “Jake O’Hara lied about his abuse. All of his injuries are self-inflicted” She pressed.

Dr. Morton flinched, “What are you saying?”

“Dr. Morton!” the Judge scolded.

“We interviewed witnesses at the camp! They all told us Jake burned himself.” The fiery prosecutor was making sure to stress the issue at hand as she spoke.

The victim’s father stared at Jake, his mouth hung open in shock. “I believed you.” He stammered and stood up from his seated position in the gallery. “I fought for you!”

“Dr. Morton, sit down!” the Judge ordered.

Elliot stood up in an attempt to calm the doctor and escort him from the court room.

“You lying little bastard!” the man shouted.

The judge banged the gavel down, “The court officer will remove Dr. Morton from this courtroom.

Both Elliot and the court officer tried to get a hold of Brett Morton and calm him down as he continued shouting, “You little prick! You should rot in hell.”

Jake O’Hara smirked back up at him from the defense table. \

“Lets go before she locks you up!” Elliot warned.

“You bet I will!” The Judge raised her voice sternly.

“Monster!” Brett shouted, breaking down in tears as he was led out of the courtroom, “You murdered my son!” He began to hyperventilate, “I can’t breathe!” He turned towards Elliot, “Do you understand? Jake will get out when he’s eighteen. He’s a sociopath! He will kill again! And again! And again!” he said through gritted teeth.

Just then Jake O’Hara walked past with his mother guiding him by the shoulder. He stopped in front of Morton and Elliot. “I’m sorry for what happened, sir.” He stated blankly with fake remorse. “I really am.” A smile crept across his face.

“You’re not sorry! You don’t know what sorry means, you have no feelings!” Brett Morton shouted as Jake continued to walk backwards, facing him, and taunting him.

Jakes mother shouted over her shoulder, “Leave my son alone.”

Within a split second Dr. Morton had grabbed the court officers gun and pushed the man at Elliot to keep him from seizing him, raised the gun and shot Jake directly in the chest.

Casey came around the corner just as the gun went off and the child fell to the ground. She flew across the vestibule and kneeled down next to Jake, tossed her briefcase to the side, and immediately began to apply pressure to the gunshot wound. She looked up in horror as Elliot managed to subdue Dr. Morton and knock the gun away from him. “Somebody call a bus!” She shouted. She grabbed the boys mother’s hands and pushed them down on the wound, “Keep pressure.” She switched positions and began to administer CPR.

Elliot’s face was one of complete shock as to the events. It all happened so fast. He watched as Casey pounded on the boys chest, blood seeping out around the mothers hand over the wound, Dr. Morton on the ground next to him in cuffs.  

*****

“I knew the guy was wound too tight,” Elliot pondered watching Brett through the one way glass of the interrogation room. “Should’ve seen it coming.”

“You didn’t know Morton would shoot him, we all thought Jake was a victim.” Cragen offered empathetically.

“Kid snowed everyone.” Elliot said quietly almost whispering to himself.

The door opened and Liv stood in the doorway, “Elliot.”

“Jake’s dead.” He stated before turning around, he already knew why she was there.

“He never made it out of surgery,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side. Elliot pushed passed her and walked out. She turned to follow him.

“Olivia,” Cragen called out, she turned to face him. “Don’t.” he shook his head. “But have you checked on Casey?”

*****

The lights were all off in Casey’s office as Liv rapped lightly and opened the door, “Case?” she called out softly into the darkness.

“Hey,” she rasped from the general direction of the sofa, “I’m over here.”

The brunette walked quietly over, “You okay?”

Casey had her head leaned back against the cushions with her hand pressing an icepack over her forehead.

“Baby did you get hit? At the courthouse today?” Liv sat down on the couch, she ran her fingers down the side of her girlfriend’s face.

A small smile crept up the corner of Casey’s mouth as she felt the brunette’s caress. “No beautiful, just a bad migraine.” She took her free hand and felt around for her girlfriend and placed her hand on her leg.

“Why don’t you let me do that for a few minutes?” the detective whispered continuing to stroke the redhead’s face.

Casey shifted her weight and laid her head in the brunettes lap, her legs crossed at the ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. Liv gently took the ice pack and placed it on the coffee table and calmly began to rub the counselor’s temples, pressing her fingers down along her jawline. The counselor let out a soft groan as she felt the tension release from her face.

“How’s Elliot?” she asked, her eyes still closed. “Morton just threw that guy in front of us, he couldn’t have grabbed the gun if he wanted.”

“He’ll be okay Casey. El just deals with things in his own way.” Liv continued to massage, running the pads of her thumbs over the redheads cheekbones and sinuses.

“What about Jake?”

Liv took a deep breath, “Case, he died in surgery.” She could feel the warm tears falling from the corners of Casey’s eyes onto her hands. “Shh baby, don’t cry you’re gonna make your migraine worse.”

“Liv, I—”

“Shh, I know.” She leaned down and kissed the top of her girlfriends head. “I know.”

*****

Liz Donnelly stepped off the elevator and charged towards the squad room. Casey begrudgingly following on her coat tails. “How could let this happen,” she shouted walking straight up to Elliot.

“You got some nerve lady,” he growled angrily at her. “That kid was killed because you sent him to Family Court.

Donnelly curled her lip, “I didn’t stand there and watch Brett Morton grab a gun.” She sniped.

Elliot took another step towards her. “You sure as hell put it in his hand. What, you didn’t want to say no to a grieving father? You afraid the press would call you a cold hearted bitch?” he quipped.

Casey stepped in between them before they could tear each other’s heads off. “If you two wanna blame each other, go ahead.” Her tone was calm and serious. “But I have a job to do. Now, what’s our decision on Dr. Morton?” As she spoke neither Elliot nor Liz let their gaze deviate, eyes locked, shooting daggers.

“Charge him,” Liz muttered, “Murder two.” Her stare was still confined to Elliot.

He clenched his jaw, bucking at the judge, “His son was killed by a psychopath who was gonna walk.”

“And that gives him the right to kill a kid? I want him arraigned by tomorrow morning.” She finally pulled away and shot Casey a look that she meant business and if the ADA didn’t follow through it would be her ass. The then turned on her heel and stormed off.

Elliot turned towards his friend, “Just gonna cover her ass? Just sweep it all under the carpet?” he grumbled.

She stepped in front of him as he tried to walk away, “My job is not to protect my boss.” She asserted.

“Then do the right thing,” he snapped, “You saw Morton. The guy was out of his mind. It’s not Murder Two, its manslaughter.” He then followed Donnelly’s lead and stormed off.

Casey could feel her eyes welling up as he walked off. She didn’t want to be in this position at all but here she was, stuck. She could feel the sick heat of anxiety rising up her throat and rushed off to the closest ladies room. The redhead splashed cold water on her face and then leaned over the sink, pressing her palms down on the cold white ceramic basic. Tears fell from her eyes as she tried to compose herself, but she couldn’t stop the shaking. The door creaked open, and she turned her head to see Liv standing there, arms folded.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she tried to laugh and only ended up choking back a sob.

Liv’s face softened and she stepped forward pulling Casey to her and holding her close. She kissed the top of the counselor’s head. “You are way stronger than you give yourself credit for, Case. You can do this.” She pulled back to look into her girlfriends hazel eyes. She kissed her delicately.

*****

Morton stood up as Casey walked into interrogation. “How’s Jake?” he questioned trying to seem concerned.

Casey did her best not to roll her eyes, “He died in surgery.”

“What have I done?” He sat down, shook his head, and stared off into the distance.

His attorney, Zeirko, did his best to calm him down, “You were out of control Brett you didn’t know what you were doing. If this isn’t “extreme emotional disturbance,” I don’t know what it is.” he said softly.

“So, you’re going for an affirmative defense.” Casey said pointedly, “What do you want?”

“Man Two, minimum time” Zeirko stated firmly.

“I have a better idea,” Casey scoffed, “Why don’t we just throw him a parade?”

“I don’t like your tone.” Zeirko sneered.

“And I don’t like 13 year olds being shot to death in the courthouse.” Casey clapped back.

Morton looked up from the table, “You think I meant to do it?”

“You grabbed a court officers gun and pulled the trigger.” Casey turned towards Morton and stated point blank, she wasn’t pulling any punches.

 “I don’t remember any of it, I just snapped.” Morton stammered.

“Well, that’s convenient.” The sarcasm dripped from the prosecutor’s voice through gritted teeth.

“No that’s “extreme emotional disturbance.” The defense protested.

“Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take your clients word for it.” The redhead scoffed.

“Fine. Have your psychiatrist examine him.” Zeirko offered.

*****

Casey walked out of the courthouse with the intentions of grabbing another coffee before the recess ended, she tensed as she heard Elliot’s voice snarking at her.

“You really went after Morton in there.” He said with contempt.

“He killed a kid he knew what he was doing,” she retorted as she turned and walked towards him.

“You’re so sure about that because of something he wrote 15 years ago?” he questioned argumentatively.

“Elliot, he’s screwing with us! This grief-crazed father crap—It’s all an act.” The redhead said with frustration. Why was it so easy for Elliot to believe this guy? This was clearly a ruse to get away with murder in her eyes.

“I spend my life locking up skells for murdering children. The system says they go away to prison. Fine. But if it were my son lying on that slab, I don’t know what my rage would make me do.” The detective sighed.

Casey opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a voice from behind them.

“Detective Stabler?” A woman called out.

“Yeah?” Elliot responded, he looked over Casey’s shoulder to see who had spoken.

“You’re served.” The woman said flatly and handed Elliot a plain envelope.

“Subpoena.” He said disparagingly. “Zeirko’s calling me to testify for the defense.”

*****

Even with the mountain of evidence on the prosecution side, the skillful cross examination delivered by Casey and the fact that Dr. Morton had all but outright admitted what he did, the jury still came back with a verdict of “not guilty.” The ADA couldn’t help but wear her disappointment on her face as she exited the courtroom.

“I didn’t think they’d acquit him.” Elliot offered consolingly.

Casey nodded, “Well, this trial wasn’t about Brett Morton or “extreme emotional disturbance” or even your testimony. Jurors didn’t want Jake O’Hara running loose and Brett solved that problem.” She reasoned.

“We can’t treat these kids, so we kill em?” Elliot asked incredulously.

The redhead stuttered, “I don’t have the answers, I don’t think anyone does. Maybe that’s why they acquitted.”

Dr. Morton called out from behind them as he came down the front steps of the courthouse, “Ms. Novak,” he said garnering for her attention, “Ms. Novak.”

Casey and Elliot turned to face the newly free man, “You seem pretty satisfied.”

“I am.” Morton answered, straight faced.

“Well, you got away with it.” The young prosecutor said with disdain.

“Oh, I suppose I did.” There was barely any inflection to Brett’s voice.

Elliot tilted his head, “Tell me one thing, when did you decide to kill Jake?” he questioned.

“In the courtroom, once I knew what he was. You were right” the doctor turned to look at Casey, “I looked around, saw the officer, realized I could take the gun. I just waited for the right moment.”

Elliot shook his head, “You manipulated us just like Jake did.”

Morton shook his head, “No, there’s one big difference, Jake would’ve killed again. I won’t.” He shrugged his shoulders and left the pair by themselves.

They turned towards the street. “Hey, I’m going meet Liv at McFadden’s, do you want to come with?” Casey asked, she and Elliot had their own way of apologizing to each other in true sibling fashion. Their apologies were always unspoken coded in a trip to the bar or for a slice of pizza, a teasing joke, and a rib nudge.

“Love to, but I got to get home or Kathy’s gonna have my ass on the couch.” He gave her a pat on the arm and headed off in the opposite direction.

She nodded and threw up her hand to hail a cab, she could’ve caught the train, but she missed Liv and wanted to get to her faster. She watched out the window as the cab went up to midtown, mulling over everything that had transpired in court today. The redhead pondered what made people tick, what made one person a sociopath, one person a hothead, a kind empathetic soul, or her afraid to tell the one person who has meant more to her than any other that she loves them. She shook the thoughts loose, pushed them down as the cab pulled up at the bar. “One day at a time Novak.”  

The ADA opened the door to the bar to find her girlfriend already waiting for her. Olivia’s eyes lit up as Casey walked in, her stomach still did flips every time she laid eyes on the red head.

“Hey beautiful,” she said as the ADA moved closer and sat down on the stool next to her.

“Hey yourself, Detective.” She smirked as Liv handed her a whiskey sour.

“Heard you had a tough loss, figured I’d have this ready.” She ran her fingers up Casey’s thigh, sending a shiver through her body. The redhead grabbed it with her left hand and held it in place as Liv reached the top of her thigh and downed the drink with her right hand.

“Have anything else ready for me?” She quirked her brow and put the glass back down on the bar.

Liv raised her eyebrows in response and squeezed down on her girlfriends leg, “Bathroom?” she subtly nodded her head towards the door at the back of the bar.

Casey got up and walked that direction, the brunette waited about sixty seconds and then followed her. She tapped lightly on the door to the single person bathroom to immediately be pulled in. The redhead locked the door and then roughly pushed her up against the wall, kissing her fiercely. “I have been fantasizing about your lips all day, Detective.” Her lips curled into a smile as she unzipped Liv’s pants, her teeth grazed the other woman’s neck as her hand made slow, deliberate circles around the brunette’s clit.

Liv bit down on her own lip trying to stifle her moans. “Counselor,” she panted, “here? What if someone needs to get in here?”

“They can wait,” Casey moaned into her neck, “I can’t.” She ran her tongue over Liv’s pulse point and slid her hand further into the brunette’s slick and began to penetrate her.

“Casey,” the detective moaned into her lover’s ear, trying not to be too loud. She wrapped her leg around her lover, holding tight to the back of her neck with her hands.

“That’s my good girl,” the redhead mewled into Liv’s neck, “keep making those pretty noises for me.”

“Daddy,” the brunette’s breath hitched as she whimpered.

“Mmm what was that baby? Who’s your Daddy?”

“You are, Casey, you are.” Liv could barely breathe, “Casey I’m gonna—” before she could finish she could feel herself tighten and convulse around the ADA’s fingers, her liquids dripping down to the redhead’s wrist. She couldn’t do anything except sputter her lover’s name over and over again.

Casey continued to massage her sensitive spot gently before pulling away. Liv whined, feeling empty now. “I promise,” the fiery prosecutor kissed her. “When we get home baby I’m going to take very good care of all your needs.”

“As long as you let me take care of yours too,” Liv whispered still trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, that’s a plea deal I’d cop to any day, Detective.” She smirked against the brunette’s full lips, “We should probably get back out there.” She kissed her again as she unlocked the door and headed back to the bar, her girlfriend following her after a reasonable pause.

Back at the bar they had ordered another round of drinks and appetizers by the time John Munch walked through the door.

“Okay, I’m here!” he threw his hands out to his sides, “bring on the secret boyfriends.” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

Casey shot Liv a look, “Oh boy, Fin is gonna upset he missed this.” She ribbed her and Liv nodded in agreement, both women holding back a chuckle.

Munch walked towards them, “Always lovely to see you ladies, but where are these mysterious gentlemen you’ve been hiding?”

“John,” the prosecutor chuckled, “They’re right here.” She was unable to contain the amusement she was getting from this.

Munch looked at her puzzled, “I don’t understand, do they work here or something.”

Liv looked at him, “May I introduce to you, ‘Secret Boyfriend Number One’,” she said pointing at herself, “and ‘Secret Boyfriend Number Two’.” She pointed to Casey who also pointed at herself.

John dropped his shoulders, “You mean you guys are just schtuping each other?”

“You almost sound disappointed, Munch.” Liv took a sip of her drink.

He chuckled, “Hardly, I just think it wasn’t worth all cloak and dagger.” He placed a hand on the side of each of their arms. “Mozeltov. Now what are we drinking?”

Read Part 9

[starsaroundmyscarsblog]

Happier x Happier

Summary: The Aftermath of 'Right Where You Left Me'

Focus: Moon Knight x reader. Y/N's POV is set 6 months before Marc's.

Warnings: nothing... except soul-destroying angst

Y/N's POV:

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine, you know, I know

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

It had been a few years since you and Marc had broken up, which was a long time to be hung up over an ex, but hey, he was Marc. You were planning to get married to him. You saw a whole future with him.

Layla, his new girlfriend, wasn't had to track down on social media. She didn't post often, but her posts were so Instagram aesthetic you wanted to scream. Your Instagram was nothing like hers, stupid pics funny faces and filters. Layla's Instagram was hands intertwined, books, coffee, laying on Marc's chest. How was her Instagram? Yours was so... messy and unorganised, your posts weren't even in the right reels. And Narc seemed so tender with her, more so than he was with you.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Gosh, you wanted to hate her. And you did. How could you not? She was perfect, beautiful, with lovely hair, kind and funny and knowledgeable? How could Marc not fall in love with her? How could anyone not fall in love with her?

Then you saw it. They're wedding pictures. So soon after, you'd broken up, and they seemed so in love. Marc was holding her, and it was like you could feel his rough but gentle hands on your waist. Those photos made you wanna hurl. You slammed your phone on the table. Had he forgotten about you already? You guys had been together for years before he talked about marriage. Seemed like Layla was his ride or die.

You needed to get out of London, you needed to get out of this flat, it was suffocating you.

Marc's POV:

Walking down 29th and Park

I saw you in another's arms

Only a month we've been apart

You look happier

Marc was on a mission in New York. Appointed. Word of a few...powerful weapons on the street. He was parked outside the road of 29th and Park, when he saw you. He sat right up, blinking, making it sure it wasn't real. But it was. You seemed older but in a good way, and you had changed your hair. It was longer now, and ombre. You looked really good. Happier.

He frowned, spotting someone next to you. The man was tall, in dark clothing and a leather jacket, with short hair, and a metal arm, one which he wrapped you, then pulled you in tight. You smiled, laughing and wrapped yours round his waist.

For some reason, Marc got up and followed you. He didn't know why. He was neglecting the mission. You and him were over a long time ago. He was married now. He glances at his wedding ring. Things with Layla were better, but still, it was like his heart was controlling him and not his head.

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said somethin' to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah, you look happier, you do

They sat down inside a bar in a diner. It was quaint and friendly. Bucky's arm was still around you, and without knowing, Marc's fist clenched along with his jaw. When Bucky whispered something in your ear and you laughed, he noticed that your smile than when he made you laugh.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain't nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal, baby

If you're movin' on with someone new

Marc knew that he hurt you in a way that no one should be hurt. You deserved better, and that's why you had to leave, but a part of him still clung to you... still loved your more than anything, the part of him that still wanted you back, that wouldn't let Steven and Jake touch the memories of you.

Y/N's POV:

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You hoped Marc was happy as a married man. But you knew you didn't want the marriage to last. You wanted it to end horribly, so he would realise what a mistake he made and come back to you. You knew it was wrong of you to hold such resentment such bitterness, but you didn't care. You knew even though you were going to a new country, a new city, New York, escaping your past London Life, you knew you wouldn't be able to let him go.

Marc's POV:

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I'll feel it too

And until then I'll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Marc watched you both through the window. The way Bucky touched you, the way Bucky held you. He wanted that, that refuge from the trauma of his past, his friend had told him after you, he would feel happier again. But now he knew that a was lie, and he smiled through the lie, as he watched you with Bucky, knowing he was happier with you.

Y/N's POV:

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

It was all you could think about on the plane. What did Marc call her? Beautiful, babe, honey. Did he mean it when he promised her eternal love? He hadn't before. But you remembered when he said it to you. You thought that nothing could separate you then. That if you were lost, he'd search the whole world to find you.

And now I'm pickin' her apart

Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she's beautiful, she looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

You couldn't help it. You decomposed Layla. Focused on her negativity. She wasn't good for Marc. She seemed selfish and controlling, and she didn't know who he rully was, like you. You were saying these like it would make Marc miss you. Come back to you.

Marc's POV:

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything's reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle

And telling myself you're happier, aren't you?

(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

Marc went back to his hotel room, and even though he hadn't drank in a long time (he promised Layla he wouldn't) he sat there, pouring the bottle down his throat, thinking about you. Flashes of a past life. Memories of a stolen place.

He remembered your smile, which used to make him go weak in the knees, and that laugh. Divine. He thought about his relationship with Layla, wondering if it had been worth it. His conscious clawed at him, even though he knew it wasn't. His relationship had gotten stronger a little bit, but it wasn't the same spark when they first met. It was more like embers that were dying.

Oh, ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

But ain't nobody need you like I do (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

I know that there's others that deserve you (hey, yeah, hey, yeah)

But my darlin', I am still in love with you

He knew that you were finally happy, and he didn't wanna fuck that up. But he wanted you so badly, he wanted the before. He would make it work, fix it so him leaving never happened. So you could fall in love with him again.

Y/N's POV

I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

You wanted Marc and Layla to be happy. Part of you the least. But not the same way you and him were happy. You knew they were probably going to be more happy. Kids, house with a white picket fence, perfect American dream.

Marc's POV:

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I'll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

He went and found you again. Saw you and Bucky together through a window in your apartment, watching a movie curled up together. Jealously tugged on his heart. He wanted you, you and touch back.

Y/N'S POV:

I hope you're happy

I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

How we're you supposed to start a new life here when he obviously controlled yours? How was you supposed to go on, mend he pieces of a broken life? Find yourself again when all you could think about was wanting Marc to think about you when he touched Layla? How you were scheming ways to get Marc back in your head, like starrting up a relationship with him on the side,

And then suddenly, you were disgusted at yourself. That you would go that far. Bit you weren't surprised

Marc's POV:

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah

All he could do was watch, even as you kissed, and he swore he felt the ghost of your lips while you kissed Bucky, full of passion, full of love.

Y/N's POV:

I hope you're happy

Just not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You loved Marc. You always would. It was your curse and your blessing. But New York was fresh starts. Healing. You knew that you'd probably never let him go or want him to be happier, but maybe you could.

Marc's POV:

Cause baby, you look happier, you do

I knew one day you'd fall for someone new

But if he breaks your heart like lovers do

Just know that I'll be waitin' here for you

Marc knew that'd you fall in love eventually, but he didn't know why it hurt him so bad when he left you. It was hurting him so bad that you had slipped through his fingers without him realising what exactly he was letting go. Who he was letting go of. His soul mate.

He smiled softly through the pain, watching you and Bucky through the window. Even though there were no clouds around, he felt a raindrop slip onto his cheek and roll down his face.

He'd always be there for you. He willed for you to know that. No matter what, he happened. He'd be here. Waiting.

[share-the-damn-bed]

JANCYWEEK2023 | day 4: jancy and the soundtrack — with lyrics

The lyrics that play in the scene focused on Jancy...

The Bargain Store - Dolly Parton

My life is likened to a bargain store And I may have just what you're looking for If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used But with a little mending it could be as good as new Why you take for instance this old broken heart Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied My life is likened to a bargain store And I may have just what you're looking for If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used But with a little mending it could be as good as new The bargain store is open, come inside (the bargain store is open, come inside)

The Ghost In You - The Psychedelic Furs

A man in my shoes runs a light And all the papers lied tonight But falling over you Is the news of the day Angels fall like rain And love is all of heaven away Inside you the time moves And she don't fade The ghost in you She don't fade A race is on I'm on your side And hearing you my engines die I'm in a mood for you For running away Stars come down in you And love, you can't give it away Inside you the time moves And she don't fade The ghost in you She don't fade Inside you the time moves And she don't fade

Radio Clash - The Clash

This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen? This is Radio Clash using aural ammunition This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen? This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite Orbiting your living room, Cashing in the bill of rights This is radio Clash on pirate satellite This is radio Clash everybody hold on tight A-riggy diggy dig dang dang Go back to urban 'nam

You Better Go Now - Billie Holiday

You'd better go now Because I like you much, too much You have a way with you You'd better go now Because I like you very much The night was gay with you There's the moon above And it gives my heart a lot of swing I want you so now You have the lips I love to touch You'd better go Because I like you much, too much You'd better go Because I like you much, too much

Blue Bayou - Roy Orbison

I feel so bad I got a worried mind I'm so lonesome all the time Since I left my baby behind On Blue Bayou I'm going back someday Come what may To Blue Bayou Where the folks are fun And the world is mine On Blue Bayou Oh that boy of mine By my side The silver moon And the evening tide Oh some sweet day Gonna take away This hurting inside

Twist Of Fate - Olivia Newton-John

I'm gonna make it work this time Life, life doesn't mean a thing (doesn't mean a thing) Without the love you bring (without the love)

Open the Door - Gentlemen Afterdark

Come on with a gun Come on with a heart attack Come on suicide Yeah, just like you a trap Save a blue face for me Turn around and take it off This is mind's positive For the sake of comedy She takes me inside Says me what she wanna be This room, there is no door I crawl out on the floor Love that was new to you You open up the door I fall in love with these I crawl out on the floor

All Your Reasons Why - Smart Remarks*

To stop and think of how you fit in life To draw the poor conclusion in your mind And make it right But all your reasons why You hurt me and you cried Will man ever survive

*this song was so hard to find lyrics for and I really struggled translating based on listening alone. I ended up using Moises to isolate the vocal tracks and this is what I could come up with/hear.

[jesslovesboats]

It's the most wonderful time of the year- time for @terrortracks! I'll post my playlists here, along with covers and liner notes or at least a little bit of insight into why I chose these specific tracks.

First up is my playlist for Day 1- explorer of choice!

If you've been here longer than 5 minutes, you know that my favorite expedition is the Karluk, but my favorite guy is actually Joseph Stenhouse, of Ross Sea Party fame. I've never related to a polar guy more, and I project onto him in a way that is probably less than healthy. There's a reason he's the sun sign in my explorerscope.

ANYWAY, he is best known for getting the Aurora back to safety and for sinking u-boats with his bestie Frank Worsley during the war. Later in his life, though, he served as the captain of the Discovery during the Discovery Oceanographic Expeditions of 1925-1927! This was a bad time for everyone involved, as Stennie was fighting with the scientific team non-stop, witnessing absolutely horrific animal cruelty at the Grytviken whaling station, dealing with his own crippling anxiety, depression, and (probable) PTSD, and coming to the painful realization that the age of sail was over and the skills he dedicated his life to perfecting were no longer valuable or necessary. It was an impossibly hard pill to swallow.

This playlist features songs about feeling awkward, out of place, uncomfortable, sad, too old, and not enough. I'm sure none of you can relate to that- me neither!

1. ballad of a homeschooled girl- Olivia Rodrigo

I broke a glass, I tripped and fell, I told secrets I shouldn't tell I stumbled over all my words, I made it weird, I made it worse Each time I step outside, it's social suicide

2. Ashamed- Deer Tick

Murdered my throat, screaming bloody all night Hit him with a book and how he crumbles So, you should have seen how the arches tumble They're golden no more, now I'm smiling in my blood I'm caught in a whirlwind, I'm going to heaven I'm standing on trial and it's painted on canvas An eternal testament to how we are so animalistic

3. Crack Baby- Mitski

Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you had it once And you know that you want it back Crack baby, you don't know what you want But you know that you're needing it And you know that you need it bad

4. Mariners Apartment Complex- Lana Del Ray

They mistook my kindness for weakness I fucked up, I know that, but Jesus Can't a girl just do the best she can? Catch a wave and take in the sweetness Think about it, the darkness, the deepness All the things that make me who I am

5. Calamity Song- The Decemberists

And you've receded into loam And they're picking at your bones Will call cold We'll come home

6. Bite The Hand- boygenius

Here's the best part distilled for you But you want what I can't give to you Your hands are gravity while my hands are tied

7. Ship To Wreck- Florence and the Machine

What's with the long face? Do you want more? Thousands of red-eyed mice, scratching at the door And don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before The chair is an island, darling, you can't touch the floor

8. A Better Son/Daughter- Rilo Kiley

And sometimes when you're on, you're really fucking on And your friends they sing along and they love you But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile You'll be better and you'll be smarter and more grown up And a better daughter or son And a real good friend

[storiesofsvu]

This thought ran through my mind today and I would like to know your thoughts on it:

So, if the law and order universe was like Grey’s Anatomy (I feel like everyone is dating/sleeping with everyone in that show) how would the pairing history be of the characters? 👀🫣💕

You don’t have to answer ofc 💕 and you choose which characters to include, as in you don’t have to bring in every single main/recurring character from the shows 😅🫣💕

omg lolol! everyone *really is* sleeping together/dating on Greys, its fucking insane. (although, you work in one place long enough it's bound to happen anywhere.lol)

This will likely get long, so it's going under a cut. Also it will very likely get chaotic. There will be lots of ships, a variety of characters and lots of crossing over. don't hate me if your faved ship isn't here... I also will likely just list all the canon ones down at the bottom and not delve into hc's about them.

omg now i have to try and not forget anyone LOL. so we're gonna start at the beginning.

Starting with an obvious Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson:

these two had chemistry, they flirted, they had lingering looks and touches. They had some form of relationship over s2-5. They definitely slept together, and had a lot of conflicting emotions as they tried to figure things out. I'd like to think that they were dating and in the midst of talking about making things official/taking it to the next level right before Alex got shot. They had no choice but to end it to keep Alex safe and by the time she got back in s11, things were different, weird, Alex wasn't the same person she was before and wasn't in the same place. They do try and go on a couple of dates after Alex has settled, but it's more of a "lets get this friendship back on track" because woof the girls be *fighting*

Casey Novak x Elizabeth Donnelly

it wasn't what either of them expected, when Casey transfers into SVU Liz is her direct supervisor. It's not *wrong* but it's also a little on the shady side when it comes to breaking the rules. Which is exactly what pulls them together more. I think Liz sees a lot of herself when she was a baby prosecutor in Casey. She wants to protect her, esp after Alex has been "killed". This is proven by not once, but TWICE Liz steps down from the bench to defend Casey in court. They're fiery, it's a mentor/men-tee relationship that likely spurred into a sexual one somewhere along the way. It's also VERY likely that Liz helped Casey figure out her sexuality. Liz was married before, but is in the age range that gay marriage was wrong when she was growing up. Casey we know was brought up very catholic. So homegirl doesn't even know what's going on in he head, and after Charlie, she's not sure she wants to date a man again. Liz helps her figure that shit out, and likely guides her through a couple of sexual experiences and they kinda keep things going from there on. THEN in s9 we obviously see the absolute demise of their relationship. I still believe that Casey only returned to the DA's office after hearing that Liz retired. BUT, Liz had her called before the bar to SAVE her career and license (as McCoy earlier said he would yank her license if she fucked up again in Blinded)

It was supposed to be/actually was more casual with Liz, but because she was Casey's mentor, Casey valued her opinion of her a lot higher than she would have otherwise. Their emotional side of their relationship was very foggy and lines scrambled because of that kinda thing, if that makes sense?

Casey Novak x Melinda Warner

definitely dated. Melinda wants to protect her girl, they're bad ass crime fighter, break a few rules to do what's right. There are a few cases/episodes where you can tell they're definitely hanging out. I like to think that it had pretty good potential, but they just figured they'd be better off as friends. And again, casey disappears after her suspension.

Elizabeth Donnelly x Lena Petrovsky

you cannot tell me these two have not fucked

Chester Lake & Casey Novak

these two didn't have anything happen sexually, but he was definitely crushing on her (can't blame him) and i think she accepted that dinner offer, but made it clear it was on a platonic base only. I think these two had such intertwined arcs across s9 that they definitely hung out a few times after work and I like to think that Casey goes to visit him in prison every couple of months (at one point i had a fic idea about that but i can't remember details now. LOL. maye it will return to me)

Dean Porter x Olivia Benson

While i don't think they actually ever managed to fuck. I really think they had the best chemistry out of all the toxic dick choices that were available to her.

Dana Lewis x Olivia Benson

They fucked your honour. Even Calvin knows they have "this your girlfriend?" like.... cmon...

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

the ever favourite and popular ship despite only having one episode together. Now, in the "real world" these two likely would have known each other prior to alex's death, they would've worked in the same building, same social circles, hell they would've been at school at the same time. They're technically sharing the da's office in s12/13. Which is the prime time for their relationship. Alex is back in NYC, she doesn't really know how to be herself, she's not sure if she can/wants to do the job that almost killed her. She's unsure of herself, on shaky legs persay. Casey's waiting out her suspension, unsure of what to do, and if it's worth it to keep fighting. They somehow run into each other and that's when it all starts. They're both lonely, a little lost, don't feel like themselves anymore kinda thing. They find solace in each other, comfort, a sense of belonging. This is one of my fave ships for Casey, because it truly does have amazing potential. They date, it's serious, likely living together. I think they stick it out when Alex goes to the congo, but when she leaves the da's office again to do vigilante shit, they break up. Not that Casey doesn't support her decisions, they just know they have to go their separate ways.

Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun

obviously they go on this list. They are a divorced couple who were never married. Whether they dated in college, or shortly after being back in NYC, it happened. Hell maybe it did actually get serious and that's why they know each other *so* well. But they just don't quite fit together long term. Rita spoils too much, Barba finds it overwhelming. (however when things open up to poly, I think they could definitely work) They remain really good friends and I'd honeslty believe they have a "50 and still single" pact kinda thing and are known to still hit each other up for sex because they know it's good and there's no annoying legwork of having to pick up someone new.

Rita Calhoun x Olivia Benson

Now, these two were never going to be endgame and EVERYONE knows it. It was never even a relationship. A couple nights here and there when they were both stressed and needed a relief. It's very likely far before Noah comes along, and Rita is very upfront about her views on children. It's more that they're friends who Olivia enjoys doing different things with that like, Cassidy won't do with her

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

in the world where things make sense, Rafael would have likely been mentoring Carisi through his final year at law school, letting him sit second chair or do more help on the law side of case work with him. One ep of that was stupid, it shouldve been way more. I like to think that somewhere in one of those late nights, a couple glasses of scotch, there's admittance of "you know i don't actually hate you" "oh i know, you tease out of admiration" kinda thing that leads to a little more. I can see them actually dating, but I can also see it just being casual, cause Sonny still has heart eyes for amanda the entire time. Whatever they have going on obviously drops off the face of the earth when Barba leaves.

Rita Calhoun x Amanda Rollins

now this one, is a handful of hook ups and nothing more. Amanda is too chaotic for Rita, their worlds also don't collide very well. Amanda's more likely to be found smoking in some dive bar and avoid the high end places that Rita likes. I like to think that this happens somewhere between Amanda x Nick, and early s17 when Amanda finds out she's pregnant. i DO also believe that Rita kinda keeps her under her wing a bit, encouraging her to cut off her family, let her know if she ever needs help with things (and of course amanda is too stubborn to ever ask for that) but in moments where like, kim has fucked her over, yet again. Amanda finds some anonymous donation and it's like, this unspoken thing between them because you also can't say no to Rita.

William Dodds x Olivia Benson

again, they fucked your honour. and even if there were never officially "dates" they would regularly use each other as plus ones to events that they had to go to for work.

Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

it never happened, but i had to include it. It was a constant "will they wont they" likely even with money down on it from the squad. They deeply care for each other, love each other, but can never quite figure it out. They're also both so fucking stubborn and there are times when they both have sticks up their asses and hold grudges, neither ever willing to admit defeat or apologize and they know that wouldn't be a healthy relationship.

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak

my beloved.

these two are a ship that i will die for. It's one of if not the most solid relationship Casey has ever had. They might be endgame. While there's a chance that they would have crossed paths earlier on, they don't really start to pay attention to each other until post suspension/alex leaving.

They might have a case against each other, Casey might be finding prosecution a little stale for herself now. She wants something more. She was so intertwined with alex before that now that she's off pursuing something more, she feels the need to do the same, even if it's within the legal world. Enter Rita, where she can learn about working defence, but not necessarily criminal defence, ya know?

They end up complimenting each other super well, it's the prime golden retriever x black cat, and the smol/tall vibes, which is always hilarious because casey has like, four inches on rita. So i see them in a long term serious relationship.

Kat Tamin x Pippa Cox

Pippa's nervous post hank bs, simply returning to NYC is hard enough, but she finds this solace in Kat. She wasn't around for the whole thing so she doesn't have the subconscious judgment that a lot of other people have. Kat's great with the kids, she's got lots of energy and she's absolutely going to *worship* pippa. Pippa's also likely going to wean her onto a healthier eating style cause Kat is known to crush two pizza's and a litre of pop for dinner kinda thing. Endgame material.

Peter Stone & Sonny Carisi

now, these two haven't directly hooked up. it's not Peter's style. BUT, they've definitely had a few threesomes together with another girl. there's no doubt in my mind.

Kat Tamin x Grace Muncy

these two have hooked up. kat is a daddy. grace is a brat. it just works. they were probably casual fuck buddies/fwb's for a while.

Grace Muncy & Tonie Churlish

they've either hooked up, dated, or mutually pined for each other up until Grace left. I'm in the midst of rewatching Grace's eps so I'll get back to you. lol

Joe Velasco x Grace Muncy

i'm not saying i ship it. I'm saying that these two have this teasing, bantery sibling ISH relationship, and they're likely each other's wingman's more often than not. BUT, there was probably at least one super drunk night that they don't really remember but they woke up together and basically never talk about it.

Samantha Maroun & Rita Calhoun

I can lowkey see a couple of dates here, but it ending up not leading any further than friends. They've both got really good style, Sam wears a lot of colour similar to rita, they probably shop together and i think they'd get along really well.

Honorable mention to Joe Velasco x Amanda Rollins

because if they had met any earlier? they would've hooked up. even just once. they had good chemistry when they did meet and I could see it happening, but she was obvi already with Carisi

I know I must be missing a couple. And there's probably characters I've forgotten about, or not included in this, or just don't have any thoughts about. Also not including any canon ones cause we all know the canon ones. There's also LOTS of other "omg they'd be best fucking friends" that i skipped over cause this was more relationship based. (like, casey, dodds, carisi, kat and grace all have chaotic golden retriever vibes)

Could potentially see Grace x Bobby(?) from OC being a thing, but i can't remember if he's got a gf/wife or not because I clearly don't pay attention when I watch that show lol.

Thank you so much for this ask bestie!! I hope this wasn't too much detail LOL.

Now I'm going to spend the rest of the night thinking about svu x greys anatomy crossovers and who would've slept with who and that is going to be a fucking large list and I'm already thinkin it's a daunting idea LOL.

[vague-in-vegas]

A surviveshipping playlist (because I'm mentally ill ❤️)

Happier // Olivia Rodrigo

You know I know you've moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past.

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me? But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go, so find someone great, but don't find no one better.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best really. Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.

Orange Juice // Noah Kahan

Honey, come over. The party's gone slower. We're just glad you could visit. Feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone.

See the graves as you pass through from our crash back in '02. Not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you. But it made you a stranger and filled you with anger.

Now I'm third in the lineup to your lord and your savior. You said my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

That my life has changed, that this town had changed, and you had not. That the world has changed, and don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on? Are we all just crows to you now? Are we all just pulling you down?

Love Me Like You Do // Ellie Goulding

You're the cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much. Follow me through the dark, let me take you past our satellites.

You can see the world you brought to life. Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find.

Only you can set my heart on fire. Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more. What are you waiting for?

Heather // Conan Gray

Only if you knew how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky. She's got you mesmerized while I die.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater. It's just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather.

Irresistible // Fall Out Boy

I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile. All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine. This one might be a battle, might not turn out okay.

You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA. And I love the way you hurt me, it's irresistible. Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves. You know I give my love a four letter name.

When He's Not An Option // Rhys Want

And I wish I'd known then what I know now. I could've won your heart before we figured out that it matters to society if you wanna be with a man.

Oh, love of mine, my sweetest friend. I hope you never see this adoration, this admiration is slowly destroying me. But God Almighty, what I wouldn't give to spend my nights with you.

My feelings are an enigmatic, problematic system that is leading me to corruption 'cause my baby girl is so cute when he's not an option.

As we grew up from a couple of kids to two grown men, out trying to make it. Two grown men so full of ambition.

And babe, your hair grew longer and your eyes grew weaker and every time I looked at you, I just fell in love deeper. I thought when we got older, this feeling would subside.

But now that I am older, I'm having a hard time letting it slide. Oh, love of mine, my sweetest friend. I hope that you will see this admiration, this adoration will never let me be.

So, I'll make heart eyes at you that we won't edit out even in post-production 'cause my baby girl is so cute when you're not an option.

[watsittoyah]

Heartbreaker- (Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader x Steve Harrington Smut)

Warning- blowjob, hand job, some sexual innuendos, smut, and pure sex baby.

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Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek. But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat…

It was Tuesday afternoon and you were watching a bloody double feature with Erica while you two did skin care. “Don’t go in there, idiot! The killer is in there!” Erica shouts.

“He’s gonna use that axe on you! He’s going to kill you!” You and Erica warn the poor unexpected girl but as the scene cuts to the killer hacking her into pieces you both look at each other and shrug. “She should’ve listened to us.”

“Yeah, and maybe she’d be alive. If we were in a horror movie, we would make it to the end.” You give Erica a high five and get up to get grab some more juice boxes. “Hell yeah we would. I bet you that the killer would be afraid of us too.” You call out from the kitchen. You look at the timer and it’s just about time to take the clay masks off.

“Hey Erica you can wash the mask off now! I’m gonna start on mine!” You wash your clay mask off in the bathroom and just when you get half it off of the one half of your face the doorbell rings. “Erica can you get that?” You call out. The door bell sounds off again after a few seconds which pisses you off since no one was answering the door and the person behind the ringing was clearly impatient.

“Fine! I’ll get it!” You march out of the bathroom and walk right up to the front door. Ready to snap on whoever it was. When you yank the door open you were face to face with a mess of heavy metal hair and a pair of dark brown eyes.

“Hey Hollywood.” You slam the door in his face and let out a blood curdling scream as you wipe off the rest of the clay mask on the back of your hand.

Once the screams were out of your system you open the door to a very concerned Eddie Munson. “Pretty boy, what are you doing here?” You ask trying to not look like a doofus in front of him.

“We have a date remember?” That’s when you remember the phone call from Saturday and he did say he wanted to take you out Tuesday afternoon. “Right! I’ll just need like ten minutes. Come on in and I’ll be right back.” You invite Eddie in and he takes a seat on the couch.

Once he’s situated you book it to your room and you look at some clothes. Once you’re settled on a pair of ripped jean, a distressed t-shirt, a jean jacket and your beat up keds you fluff up your hair and quickly put on some cherry smacker lip balm as well as some mascara.

After you’ve found yourself to be somewhat presentable you go back to the living room to find Lucas standing there looking dumbfounded. “You ready to go, Hollywood?” Eddie asks as he stands up when you enter.

“Can I talk to her for a second?” Lucas grabs a hold of your arm and drags you into the kitchen. “How the hell do you know Eddie Munson?” He asks in a harsh whisper. “Why are you whispering? And I know him because he and I became friends.”

“Friends? Olivia please tell me you’re joking.” You shake your head and smirk. “Look this is cute that you’re so protective but I gotta blow this popsicle stand.” You go to leave but Lucas stops you again. “Look you’re my big cousin and I know you can handle yourself. But if he ever hurts you. I don’t care if we’re in the same club, I’m breaking his jaw.” You look to make sure Eddie wasn’t listening and you touch Lucas’ shoulder.

“Hey, I got this, just chill out okay? Eddie has only ever been nice and if things get crazy I’ll handle it. Thank you for looking out for me though.” Lucas sighs. “Alright, I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Eddie seems decent I guess. But he better be the only one of my friends you’re talking to. I don’t think I’d be able to handle it if you were talking to someone like Steve Harrington.”

What your baby cousin doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

After your lecture from Lucas you go back to the living room where Eddie was checking out some family photos. “Is that you holding up a barbie Malibu doll?” You look at the photo he’s talking about and it was the one where you’re showing off your Christmas gifts to your family while having two missing teeth in the front.

“Alright that’s enough of looking at my embarrassing moments for one day, pretty boy. Let’s get out of here.” You push him out the door and lock it behind you.

“So what’s the plans for this afternoon?” You ask as Eddie opens the van door for you. You get in and soon after so does he. “Ah, that is a surprise. And a wicked one. Just sit back, relax and listen to some tunes.”

He flicks on the radio and Nasty from Janet Jackson plays. “Don’t change it! I love this song!” You move your hips in the seat and start singing along. Eddie starts driving but you catch him watching you from the corner of his eye and you put on a show. Moving your hands around and snapping your fingers.

“Cause privacy is my middle name…My last name is control. No, my first name ain’t baby. It’s Olivia…Ms. Sinclair, if you’re nasty…NASTY!”

You give a wink to Eddie and he was loving the show for sure. When a red light comes up he fully stops and turns the radio down after the song finishes.

“Well now I’m curious, Ms. Sinclair. How nasty do you like it?” Eddie asks with some kind of dark meaning behind that question. You flick your tongue across your bottom lip which his eyes definitely watches and you smile.

“All depends, how nasty do you want to give it to me, Mr. Munson?” Eddie bites his lip and he leans over towards you about to test something but a horn blares behind you two, causing you both to jump.

Eddie rolls down his window flipping them off and driving down the street once again. You lean back over and turn up the radio again and squeal. “This has to be my lucky day! I love this song too!” Bananarama was playing and you were going to put on another one woman show for your adoring fan Eddie Munson.

***

Eddie had parked by a really old beat up building and you were curious as in where this white boy just brought you. “Relax, I know how this place looks but I promise you, you will have fun. A few of my band mates are here and they are dying to meet you.” Eddie takes your hand and you notice he’s running his thumb up and down your knuckles which does calm you down a bit.

“Eddie ‘Pretty Boy’ Munson, are you in a band?” You ask with tease in your tone. “Didn’t I mention that to you last time?” He asks with a smirk playing across his lips. “Hmm if I recall last time you were too busy singing to my hotbox.” You point out with your own smirk.

“Mm, and I’ve been thinking about that pretty hotbox of yours every night since then.” Eddie leans in close about to kiss you but gets interrupted by a guy with curly brown hair. “Eddie! Come on, we’re waiting on you!” The guy runs back inside and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Rain check on this kiss, I gotta give the people what they want.” He says as he leads you into the questionable building.

“You are such a dweeb.” You tell him with a giggle. You look around the place and shit it was rad. There were musical memorabilia adorned across the walls. Huge poster of bands you’ve only ever listened to on your radio, and there was a great crowd of people.

Eddie leads you to a seat in the front of a stage and he leans in close to your ear. “Enjoy the show Hollywood.” Before you could ask what he leaves you there and jumps on stage with four other guys and he picks up a guitar. You cross your legs and watch what him and the guys are about to do next.

“Alright you rejects! We are Corroded Coffin and this is just a cover to one of the best songs to come from this decade.” Eddie looks at you and he winks as the crowd listens up.

He turns to his band mates and he gives them the signal. As the song starts you immediately recognize the beat. You lean forward in your seat to see if they can keep up to this song. “Come on pretty boy show me what you got.”

Eddie was feeling his guitar intro and when the crowd was getting into it, he grabbed the mic and started to sing which was impressive in your opinion. You see some of the girls in the crowd start dancing and you look back to Eddie locking eyes with you. You feel the electricity in the air as he leans down and sings to you.

“Come crawling faster, Obey your Master, Your life burns faster, Obey your master, master..”

You feel yourself get up and dance for him. Your eyes not leaving each other as the music builds. You run your fingers through your hair and mouth the lyrics back to him.

To you, it was just Eddie on that stage and he was putting on the performance of a life time just for you. As the guitar solo happens you hear the crowd cheering him on and you knew that he would be a rock god one day if he wanted.

As the last cord plays the crowd screams for them and you join along. Getting a blown kiss from Eddie.

When him and his band mates were done packing up their instruments, you run over to the Eddie and jump on him, he was holding you up by your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You were fucking amazing!” You look at his wide eyed band mates and point to them. “You all were fucking amazing! Holy shit!” You laugh and Eddie joins you as he puts you down.

“Guys let me introduce you to Hollywood.” Eddie says as he wraps his arms around you and holds you from behind. You swat him playfully. “My name is Olivia Sinclair. And it’s really nice to meet you all.”

“Oh you’re that Olivia.” The drummer says with a secret smirk. You look up at Eddie and he was blushing hard. “Shut up, Marvin.” He hisses. “Let’s watch a few more of the bands play and eat some burgers. Sound good to you, Hollywood?”

“Hey I get more entertainment and food? I’m always down for a good time. Let’s go.” Eddie leads you to a table and as you go to sit, he stops you and pulls you onto his lap. “Did you really enjoy the show?” He asks. “I did, you guys were great. I’m sure if the right people saw that performance and felt the energy, you would be signed like that.” You say snapping your finger.

“Really?” He asks looking up at you like a kid at a candy store and you lean down to kiss him. “Guys mind if we join you?” Marvin asks interrupting the kiss. You were annoyed and by the way Eddie was glaring, he was annoyed as well. But that didn’t stop his band mates from joining you two at the table.

As they talk you feel Eddie’s hand rubbing on the exposed skin of your side and you look down at him and steal a kiss, not caring if anyone was watching. “You know, since I did so well, how about a reward later?” He ask as his hand travels to your ass. “I can give you your reward but I’m sure your friends would be jealous.” You tease, kissing his neck. Your hand travels to his crotch and you feel a bulge starting to form.

“Hey Olivia, you’re from California right? So what’s it’s like over there?” Eddie whines against your neck as his other friend interrupts your moment. You put on a fake smile and tilt your head. “Well Cali is cool. I mean if you like bumping into celebrities from time to time. Last time when I was shopping for albums I had bumped into…”

As you tell your story you stroke your hand over Eddie’s crotch and you hear him clear his throat as he places your hand on top of his. Guiding you into his jeans. You feel the tip of his dick and it was wet from sweat and precum.

Just so it isn’t too obvious you use just your thumb to roll over the tip and you feel Eddie shift a bit as he enjoys your touch.

You feel him lean into your shoulder and you rub the tip faster, pretending to be into the story you’re telling the guys as Eddie tries to hump your thumb.

When you get to the climax of the story you feel something sticky squirt on your thumb and you feel Eddie relax. “What do you say Eddie?” You ask him so he can feel included in the story. “Yeah, definitely that.” He says as he looks at you, cum drunk. “Oh definitely that.” You say as you lick your thumb clean in front of just him.

He bites his lip and you turn back to his friends. “So if you guys get the chance to visit, please do. I’ll definitely be your guide there as well.”

“Are there more girls like you there?” Marvin asks. You shake your head. “Oh no Marv, girls like me come once in a lifetime.”

***

After the burgers and the good music Eddie was checking his watch and he leans up to your ear. “How do you feel about crashing a party?”

“Oh party crasher is my middle name. Let’s go.” You two get up from the table and you tell his friends again that it was nice meeting them. Eddie gives a few of them fist bumps and tells them that practice was same time tomorrow.

When you two get in his van Eddie takes out a metal box and hands it to you. “Can you roll one for us, babe.” He asks as he starts the van. You eye him as you take out the weed and clear your throat.

“So when did I become babe?” You ask as you sprinkle the weed on the paper. “What? I didn’t call you babe.”

“Yes you did. Just a moment ago. When did I become babe, pretty boy?” You ask licking the joint closed. He looks at you and chews his thumb. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh I don’t mind it. But I’d like to know when did I earn a new nickname.” You reach for his lighter in his pocket and he shrugs. “I don’t know, I just said it….but if I’m being honest with you, you've been babe every night since I’ve been looking at your panties.” You see the red in his cheeks admitting to that confession and you take a deep hit.

“Ooh, all you do is look at them?” You pass him the joint and he scoffs accepting it. “You know I do way more than just look, Hollywood.” You both laugh and he drives up to a loud house party. You two see the kids going in and out and you look at him sideways.

“You party with jocks and cheerleaders? Oh you are dark, Munson.” You tell him as you blow a smoke circle from your lips. “One, I’m going to need you to teach me that, and two we’re not partying with them. I’m just selling some stuff to one of the guys here. His name is Jason. He’s a total dick but his money is good so…” He stubs the joint out a bit and places it in his pocket for later.

“Eddie, are you really taking me on a drug deal? I feel honored.” You place your hand over your heart and he rolls his eyes, while leaning in kissing your lips. “Come on Hollywood, the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get the hell out of here.”

Eddie holds your hand as you two enter the party. You see red solo cups and see a few couples on the wall practically having sex. “Maybe this is my kind of party.” You yell to Eddie over the loud music. “Don’t get any idea’s Hollywood. I see Jason over by the keg. I’ll be right back.” He kisses your cheek and he gets lost in the mass of moving bodies.

You find a space on the wall and hear Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and you grab a Solo cup from a drunk freshman. He trips and passes out right in front of you. “Party hard huh kid?” You sniff the concoction and wince pouring it out in a plant vase close by.

“What is this, gasoline?” You mutter as you bob your head to the beat of the song. “So-” You put your hand up at the towering jock. “Not interested.” You scan the crowd and see Eddie coming towards you.

As you push off the wall, and walk over the passed out freshman you pull Eddie in close and he was smiling like an old drunk. “You missed me?” You shake your head teasing him. “No.” He leans in and pulls your face close to his as he kisses you. His hands travels down your back and squeezes your ass hard.

As you throw your arms around his neck you feel someone knock into you two. It was the jock from earlier, but he has a cheerleader with him dancing way off beat.

“Come on let’s go somewhere more quiet.” Eddie takes your hand and he leads you to the bathroom. He checks to make sure no one was in there and he leads you inside, locking the door behind him. You flick on the light but the bulb pops. “Not my problem.” Thankfully the moonlight was bright enough to see each other.

You hop on the bathroom sink and lean back looking around. “You sure know where all the classy places are, huh Pretty boy?” Eddie stands between your legs and leans in. “I sure do.” He nuzzled against your neck and you let out a soft moan.

Before you can get into it he moves back and smirks while he digs into his pocket. “Tease.” You shoot at him. “Takes one to know one.” He teases back as he takes out the joint from earlier and he lights it. “You know Eddie you’re kind of gorgeous.” You tell him as you look at him taking a hit in the moon light. He blows the smoke and scoffs. “Oh please.”

“I’m serious, you are gorgeous. And I saw you on that stage, you’re a star in the making. Let me be your first fan, Mr. Munson.” You take the joint from him and he stands closer between your legs. “Well then you’re my special fan. You’re the only one who gets access to me like this.” As you go to blow out the smoke he grabs your face and kisses you. Filling up his lungs in the process and he blow the smoke out after. “Oh that was hot. Made you look like a dragon, pretty boy.”

“Really?” He smiles against your lips and you nod, flicking your tongue out. He flicks his back and leans in, tasting your tongue and lips. You feel him rubbing your inner thighs through your jeans and you let out a moan.

“Too bad you didn’t wear a skirt tonight, Hollywood. I’m pretty hungry right now.” You lean back and look at your button then back at him. “So is a pair of pants going to stop you from a meal?”

“Hell no.” You hear him unbutton your pants and unzip your zipper. You jump down for a second for him to yank your pants down but he stops you from taking off your panties. “Leave those on.”

He lifts you up and places you back on the counter while he gets on his knees for you. “You look good down there. Gorgeous even.” You say biting your lip. “Do I?” He flutters his lashes as you and as you go to laugh you watch him kiss your inner thighs.

He’s keeping his eyes locked on you, watching your body reacts to his kisses. As he kisses further your breathing seems to quicken. He gets to where your panties and thigh meets and his tongue tastes that spot causing you to let you head fall back and moan.

Eddie then nips there and sucks making a nice angry red spot appear. “Just so people know who’s spot this belongs to.” Eddie says as he centers himself at the wet center of your panties.

His tongue makes contact with the cloth and you slowly start humping for friction. His eyes flutter closed as he buries his face deeper between your thighs and you hump faster. You flick the joint in the sink and you use both of your hands to touch his head. “Just like that, Eddie don’t stop.” You moan out as his spit makes the wet spot in your panties soaked. You let go of his head and he moves your panties to the side flicking his tongue fast across your wet clit.

“Fuck…” You whimper as your pussy gets assaulted with Eddie’s tongue. You feel his fingers enter you and you grip the sink. “Eddie, yes…” He does his favorite move on you. Doing the come here motion while his thumb was pressed on your clit and you buck your hips, not caring if anyone could hear your moans in the bathroom. “That’s it, come for me, Hollywood. I know you can do it for me. I wanna taste your cum again.”

Your legs begin to shake and you lean your head back against the bathroom mirror as you're about to cum fast. “Almost there…” Eddie flicks his tongue on your clit and that’s what did it for you. You feel yourself coming hard and your legs locked around his head. You have fist fulls of his hair and you hump his tongue getting out your orgasm. He sucks and moans as your juice slick down his throat.

“Mmm, you just keep tasting better and better, Hollywood.” He gets up and you lick your juices off of his chin. “Please tell me you brought a condom.” You ask yanking him back between your thighs. “Oh I did.” He goes for his belt but you two hear several bangs to the bathroom door along with a handle jiggle.

“Hurry up in there! I gotta piss!” You hear a muffled voice sound behind the door and you lean your head against his chest, groaning. He kisses the top of your head and moves you off of the sink. “To be continued.” He tells you as he helps you with your pants. “To be continued.” You groan.

You both leave the bathroom and the person standing there rushes in and slams the door behind them. “An excuse me would’ve been nice.” You snap in their direction.

Eddie was chuckling at your outburst as he leads you back outside to his van. When you two are in the car you look at the time. “I really wish this night didn’t have to end.” You mumble as Eddie drives down the road.

***

Eddie was parked in the driveway and you were pouting a bit. “Are you mad you didn’t get to fuck me, Hollywood.” Eddie asks as he pokes your rib. You laugh and push his hand away.

“Oh I’m going to fuck you Eddie Munson. I’m not worried about that. It’s just I had fun today. I got to see you in your element and it was cool. Promise me if you make it big you won’t forget me?”

“What do you mean, I’m taking you with me, Hollywood.” He leans in and gives a peck to your lips and you sigh. “Thank you for today, Eddie. It was fun.” As you start to leave out the van he stops you. “Just out of curiosity. Which bedroom is yours?” You raise a brow at his question. “That room on the second floor. Why?” You ask pointing out the window. “No reason, just curious. Good night Hollywood.”

“Oh, okay. Well Good Night, babe.” You smile and get out of the van. After he makes sure you get inside you close the door behind you and you sigh against the door.

You could see yourself falling for Eddie, but that was against the rules of a heartbreaker.

You shake the thought away and go upstairs to go take your shower and get ready for bed.

After your hot shower, you were wrapped in a towel and in your bedroom, putting on some lotion and listening to the radio. You hear Run DMC playing and you pick up your brush rapping to the lyric. When you’re about to bang out you hear a tap to your window. You freeze while turning the radio down. You listen again and the tapping happens.

You walk over to the window and then you open the curtains you see Eddie smiling at you. “Are you fucking crazy! What if the neighbors see you?” You hiss as Eddie climbs in through the window. “The neighbors didn’t see me. Just you and I have to say if this is what you sleep in, my prayers have been answered.” Eddie says as he eyes you up and down. You put a finger to your lips and you lock the door.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in a low whisper. “You said you didn’t want the night to end so I’m sleeping over.” You scoff at his answer. “Eddie, sweet sweet Eddie. Are you dumb? If my Aunt or Uncle catch you in my bedroom they will ship me back to Cali so fast the bumper stick won’t even say or bust.”

He raises his hands and walks up to you. “They won’t catch me, because I’ll be quiet. You on the other hand.” His eyes keeps wondering to your towel and you can’t help but feel a new wetness between your thighs. “Hold on.” You go to your radio and you turn up the volume a little so no one can hear you two talking.

You turn back to him and tug at your towel. “Curious to see what’s under here, huh pretty boy?” He nods as he sits on your bed. “I dream about what you look like under those clothes you always wear, and now…” You let the towel fall and his eyes widen.

“Jesus H Christ, you are beautiful.” His hands cup your bare ass and he pulls you onto his lap. He kisses you and you kiss him back, letting your hums turn to moans. He moves back and his touch becomes greedy as he moves his hands from your ass to your tits. He looks at them and then stops. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” You ask, already knowing what he sees. “That. Is that a hickey?” He ask thumbing the now lightly purple bruise. “No, clearly that is a burn mark from when I was curling my hair.”

“And you curl your hair topless?” Eddie ask. “Doesn’t everyone?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I guess I should make your other boyfriend jealous and give you more of these.” He leans in and he sucks on the other side of your tit causing an even more angry red spot. “Wait, so you’re my…boyfriend now?” You moan out teasing him. He swats your ass to shut you up and he starts his assault on your other tit. Looking up at you to make sure you see who is giving you these love bites.

You moan against him and you reach down to feel his dick was hard. You push him off of you and you stand up. “There was a question you asked me earlier in our date. Do you remember what it was, pretty boy?” You ask as you cock your head to the side.

His eyes travel from your face all the way to what’s slick between your legs and he nods and you nudge your chin, letting him know you want to hear the question again.

“I asked you, how nasty do you like it?” He answers as he looks back up into your eyes. You get on your knees, in front of him and you rub his bulge, causing him to bite his bottom lip. “All depends, how nasty are you going to give it to me, Mr. Munson?”

He shimmies his pants down and you’re greeted by a bulge. You rub a finger over the head and look up at him. “Don’t forget these, big boy.” He yanks his boxers down and his dick springs, slapping his lower stomach. The tip was pink and it was thick. Not as thick as Steve’s but boy was it just so…

“You have a pretty dick, Munson.” You say as you take a hold of it. Eddie hisses and as he kicks his pants, sneakers and boxers away. “Well you have a pretty pussy and lips, so maybe they can-” You stroke him to shut him up and his eyes roll back as he pulls his shirt off over his head.

You see he has a necklace with a pick on it and you pull him close to you by that necklace, kissing him. He lets out a groan as you stroke him faster and rub your thumb on the head.

“Don’t close those pretty eyes, baby. I want you to watch me.” You tell him as you lower yourself down. His eyes are locked onto every bit of movement you have and when you flick your tongue his eyes seem to glaze over in bliss.

You then proceed to take him further in your mouth, still watching him and he was biting his lips hard trying not to be loud. You were enjoying that he was at your whim of not making noise.

You open your throat and sink lower and you hear him grunt as he takes a hold of your head. “Fuck your mouth feels so good, now I’m going to fuck this pretty little throat of yours, Hollywood.” And just as promised he starts guiding your head up and you feel a gag coming but you let it because that will make your throat tighten.

Eddie’s eyes rolls back as well as his head falling back as he whimpers how good your throat is. You move his hands and you come up for air, letting his cum and spit drip from your lips.

“Mmm you do like it nasty.” He runs his thumb across your bottom lip and you smile at him. “Kiss me.” He smiles back at you and he does just that. He kisses you and he sucks your tongue tasting himself on you. You push him back and go back to sucking him off and he bucks his hips and fucks your mouth vigorously.

“H..Hollywood, Olivia, stop!” He hisses as he pulls you off of his dick. “What’s the matter?” You say innocently as you look at his pulsing dick. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth this time. Come here.” He helps you up off of your knees and he holds you close.

“This pretty mouth is dangerous, you know that right?” Eddie says giving your lips a few pecks. “If you think my mouth is dangerous, just imagine how my pussy will be wrapped around this dick of yours, pretty boy.”

He leans you back towards your bed as he kisses you leaving trails of licks along the way. Once you’re on your back Eddie looks back and grabs his pants. You see him pull out the condom and you position yourself better so you’re in the center of your bed.

Eddie climbs up and he spreads your legs, looking down at your pussy and he leans down and licks the hood of your clit which makes you moan louder than you expected. You slap your hand over your mouth and he gives you a wicked smile.

“Careful there Hollywood. Someone might hear you.” He kisses your pussy lips and then he leans up and rips the condom open with his teeth.

You watch as he rolls the condom on from tip to base and you then look at his body. He had tattoos in various places that reminded you of your notebooks from college.

You were about to ask about them but stop when you cover your mouth as his dick head parted your pussy.

Eddie’s mouth opens as he rolls his hips into you and you place your hand on his lower stomach. “Fuck, you’re tight, Olivia.” He moans your name and he puts his full weight on top of you. “Oh god this feel so good.” You whisper as he rolls his hips again.

He takes your legs and puts one on his shoulder while he pushes the other back by your ear. You rub your clit while in this position and your eyes roll back.

Your walls tighten around him and he lets out a whimper. “C…careful pretty boy. S..someone might hear.” You comment. He narrows his eyes at you and he slams into you causing you to clamp your lips shut as you swallow a moan.

“What’s wrong Hollywood? Too much for you?” He moves out of your pussy and slams back in again. “Eddie…” You bring your arms around his neck and kiss him as he keeps fucking you hard. “Ju…just like that. Please don’t stop.”

The bed lightly shakes as he pounds harder and you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out how good his dick feels inside of you. He lets your legs go and he does deep slow strokes as his thumb finds your clit.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-” Eddie kisses your lips as he holds you tight and you cum hard. He whimpers your name along with a few other swears as he cums soon after.

You were both breathing hard from the activity and he had his hands by the sides of your head and he leans back down and pecks your lips once again. “You are right that pretty little pussy is dangerous. Shit.” He slides out of you and you both let out a groan. You watch as he ties off the condom and throws it away in your trash bin.

You make a mental note to throw that away before the family wakes up in the morning.

He lays down besides you and he pulls you close. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” Eddie asks as you cuddle close. “No, but my guts will never be the same.” He laughs at that and takes your hand in his, kissing each of your finger tips. “Where did you park?” You ask pulling the sheets over the both of you. “Just down the street. Don’t worry no one will know I spent the night.” He says as he yawns.

“That’s fine. I had a great time today. Mostly the show and all the extra stuff.” You tell him as you feel yourself getting sleepy. “Is this the extra stuff, Hollywood?” He asks as he pulls you closer to him. “Oh this was the sprinkles on a sundae, pretty boy.” You now yawn and you lean over flicking off your table lamp.

“Good night, Eddie. Sweet dreams.” You whisper as you see he’s already fast asleep. “Good night, Olivia…love you..” He whispers. You feel sleep about to take over but your eyes spring open and you look over at him.

“What?”

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

If you get around to it, Finlett angst, please? Have a good day!

as Olivia Rodrigo once said "god, it's brutal out here*

jk jk this ends waaaay better than my last angsty Finlett piece.

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*about 10 years after Aurora's End*

*Fin*

This time around, he had remembered to take his exosuit glove off when his wife went into labour. With Rory and Cat, he hadn't even thought about it, and Dariel cam too quickly to give him a chance. Both occasions had led to him needing to have the parts replaced to fix the crush damage Scarlett had done to them.

This time, he was ready with the metal parts off to hold her hand.

Scarlett was giving everything to this labour, her red hair stuck to her face from sweating, her teeth audibly grinding from the force. His hand was thoroughly squished, but she was giving life, so he doesn't mention it.

She was so powerful. He loved her so much.

Baby no. 1 came out with a force that almost sends her shooting across the room had the nurse not been there to catch her. He takes her away to be cleaned and Scarlett takes a couple of deep breaths as Fin kisses her forehead and brushes her hair back.

"You got this," he whispers and she nods once before meeting his eyes and bumping their foreheads together.

"Alrighty, Jones, one more," the doctor says and Scarlett braces for the next contraction. Fin squeezes her hand between both of his own.

Baby no. 2 takes her sweet time but in another two contractions, she's out in the world, yelling at the top of her lungs.

He turns to his wife to grin, to kiss her and tell her how wonderful she is, how grateful he is for her.

But the look on her face is wrong. Her blue eyes, normally so alive, are flat and almost confused, struggling to focus. Her hand has gone slack in his.

"Scar?" he asks, bringing his hand up to touch her cheek. Her hand moves as if to touch his, but it falls to the mattress below her. He knows something is wrong right before every bio-sensor starts blaring and his wife's eyes roll back and she passes out.

He barely has a second to yell her name before he is being pushed out of the room by the slew of doctors responding.

The curtains and door close, blocking him from seeing what is happening and his stomach drops like a stone, his whole world shaking as he just stares at the window.

He feels a nurse touch his shoulders and guide him out to the waiting room, where the rest of his Squad is, the air in the room light and relaxed until they see his stricken face.

Saedii seems to react first and takes over from the nurse, guiding him to a seat and crouching in front of him.

"Fin?" Saedii's question sounds like it's coming from a tunnel. "What happened?" She asks and he shakes his head, leaning down so his head was between his knees. No one speaks as a sob comes from his mouth. He feels a hand that might be Tyler's come to sit on his neck.

"She just- Scar passed out. The doctors didn't tell me anything, but something was wrong," he squeezed his fists together and braced himself to sit up. Saedii is still in front of him and she gives him her version of a comforting smile.

"She'll be okay. The Legion has the best facilities in the galaxy," Auri says from the seat next to him and pulls him into a sideways hug. He nods, trying not to let anyone know what is going on inside.

He looks up from his squad and sees his children on the seats opposite him. They are all asleep, cuddled together on the cushioned bench, all three perfect combinations of him and Scarlett.

"We can't lose her," he whispers, standing shakily and walking over to sit on the bench next to his children. Careful not to wake them, he shifts Dariel onto his lap and moves Rory and Cat to rest against his side, running a hand through Rory's blonde hair.

He looks down at his children through eyes blurred by tears. His children couldn't lose their mother so young, the babies in the nursery couldn't grow up without ever meeting the warmest, kindest, most loving mother in the galaxy.

He doesn't know how long they sit there in silence but it feels like a lifetime before the doctor comes and sits on his other side.

"Legionnaire De Seel," she says gently and he turns to look at her. She gives him a little smile.

"Your daughter's are both in the nursery for whenever you want to see them," she says first and he nods.

"And Scar?" the doctor's eyes shift into a sympathetic look he knows too well and his stomach drops further.

"As far as we could get her, she's stable. She is, however, comatose. We don't know when she'll wake up," the doctor says and Fin feels like he stops breathing. "You can come see her now if you'd like," she says and Fin nods.

Auri steps in and takes Dariel from his arms, Saedii taking his place on the seat so his daughters can keep sleeping. He stands and wipes his shaky hands on his pants as the doctor leads him to a room.

He wants to burst into tears at the sight of Scarlett. She is pale and quiet in the bed, hooked up to a million wires and electrodes. She looks worse than she did after their DM storm experience. He sits in the chair next to her and reaches out to brush back a strand of fiery red hair from her forehead and takes one of her blessedly still warm hands.

"Can she tell I'm here?" he asks.

"We believe so. We recommend talking to patients like hers," He nods and hears the doctor leave the room.

"Hey Scar," he whispers. "You gave me a real scare back there. I think we need to limit ourselves to one emergency each in a lifetime, don't you think? So we've both had one and now you have to wake up and never scare me like that again, okay?" he pleads.

The only response he gets is the slow beep of the EKG machine.

~

"So kids 4 and 5 are doing great, hitting the right milestones for a couple of days old. They're- uh what's that phrase you Terran's use? cute as buttons!" Fin snaps his fingers as he remembers it. "...so you should probably wake up and see them," he says, getting no response from Scarlett.

He presses her hand to his forehead.

"The other kids are missing you. Turns out, Ty's bedtime stories aren't nearly as good as yours," he says, watching her face.

"Scar, they need you. I need you," he whispers, voice cracking. "This isn't going to be how you die, it can't be after everything," he says, stroking her hairline. "You're so strong, Scar, you can't just give up now. We still have a life to live together, galaxies to explore, babies to raise. I don't want to do it with anyone else but you," he can feel the tears dripping down his cheeks as he speaks. He stands and leans over her, his face close to hers.

"I know I don't give you orders normally, but I'm giving you one now, Jones-De Seel. You are going to fight, Scar, and you are going to wake up. And while you get your shit together, I'm am going to go check on our children," he orders, voice quiet but firm.

He kisses her forehead and then stands to his full height, wiping his eyes and leaving the room to check on his daughters.

~

"Is mumma okay?" Rory asks a week later, while she watching her newborn sisters squirm in their cribs. Fin tries to give her a reassuring smile, although it's probably lucky she can't see him from where she sits on his lap.

"Well, Rory, she worked really hard to bring your sisters here and she was really tired, so she is still sleeping," he says, trying not to let her catch on to his upset.

"When is she going to wake up?" Rory asks, looking up at him with those night-dark contacts. "She didn't sleep this long when she had Dari," Fin purses his lips.

"I don't know when she will wake up sweetheart," he admits and Rory frowns, turning back to the baby in front of her.

"If Mumma doesn't wake up, what happens then?" she asks eventually and Fin squeezes her a little tighter in his arms.

"I don't know. But no matter what happens, she's always gonna be with you and I'm always gonna take care of you, Rory," he assures her. She seems to take this as an acceptable answer and they sit in silence.

"Can I see her? I want to tell her about what Aunt Saedii taught me yesterday," Fin considers his daughters question.

"Okay, but you have to be gentle with her," Rory nods furiously and turns in his arms so he can pick her up properly. He stands with her in his arms and they leave the medbay nursery to head down the hall where Scarlett is laying, still looking like she was sleeping.

He places Rory on the bed near Scarlett's legs but the three year old climbs up the bed to lie next to her mother's ear.

Rory sends him a look and then leans into her mother's ear and starts whispering, so quiet Fin can't hear what she is saying. He sits beside them and watches them. Other than her eyes, Rory looks just like her mother and the pair together always makes his heart squeeze with love.

Right about now, his heart is squeezing in an opposite way. The thought that Scar wouldn't wake up, that Rory and her siblings would have to miss her their whole life, that hurt more than he could think. Hurt him to know that he could never replace her and that he likely could never live up to what his children needed.

Rory seems unaware of his crisis, continue to whisper to her mother conspiratorially. Fin picks up Scarlett's hand and wait for his daughter to run out of stories about her week with Uncle Ty and Aunt Saedii.

He doesn't notice the change in the beat of the EKG until her hand is tightening around his own. He looks up, hoping he is not just dreaming.

Scarlett's eyes were open, her head tilted to the side to press noses with Rory.

"Scar," he gasps, wanting to laugh and cry and scream with joy. Her head turns to look at him. Her eyes were tired, but focussed. He smiles so hard his face hurts and then leans down to kiss her, pouring everything he has felt over the past fortnight into her, knowing she understands when her hand squeezes his.

"Fin," she responds when they finally pull apart, smiling until a thought seems to dawn on her, "the babies?" she says and he caresses her face.

"They're perfect," he reassures her.

"Not as perfect as me," their daughter interrupts any response Scar was about to say. Scar chuckles and hugs Rory.

"Of course not, sweetheart, never," she grins and lets Fin rest his lips on her brow, thanking the Maker for listening to his every prayer.

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This got away from me a bit.

Also, this was the last angst prompt in my inbox so it's all uphill from here.