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SEVERANCE 2x06 - "Attila"

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It's an Honor jack o’connell x poc!fem!actress!reader Warnings: You and Jack are married in this, but other than that, none really. I wrote this picturing a black/poc reader, but everyone can read it. I tried to limit physical descriptors or at least limit them as much as possible. Description: You and Jack are notoriously private when it comes to your personal lives and what you share with Hollywood and the public. The public know that you both are not single, but they don't know that you both are together. You both decide to go public with your relationship during the Oscars where Jack is up for an award for Sinners and you are nominated and an award presenter. Unbeknownst to both you and Jack, you will be announcing his category.  

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Notes: I haven't written in a long time so fair warning for that lol but I couldn't not write when Pinterest showed me a black and white picture of Jack in a pinstriped suit with slicked back hair (found it). So this post was inspired by that, but I've also noticed that there aren't many poc/black reader oneshots for Jack so why not help to change that?

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You smiled softly as you stepped onto the red carpet, cameras flashing rapidly as they captured every angle they could. Your name was called as the photographers instructed you on how to turn and which way to look. Breathing in deeply, you smoothed your hands over your black gown, the smooth soft material gliding against your hands as you looked at the wall of photographers again. Glancing over to your left, your dark eyes met Jack’s blue ones as he stepped onto the carpet. He was technically next to you but given the way the photo markers were spread out he was a good few feet away. 

You waved to the fans who were gathered around, some behind the photographers while others were to the sides of the red carpet and across the street calling your name. You glanced behind yourself again as you moved to the next mark, taking the opportunity to look at Jack as he stood there for pictures in his perfectly tailored suit. 

When you finished that part of the carpet you were pulled to the side for an interview for Vogue by a red haired woman with shining green eyes and a gentle smile. “Hi (Y/n), I’m Lily. I’m here with Vogue and I’d like to ask you a few questions about your fashion and the role that you are nominated for.”

“Hi Lily, nice to meet you.” Your full lips pulled into a smile. “I love your dress.” Lily blushed at your compliment as she looked down at the emerald green dress she was wearing before smiling bashfully back at you.

“Thank you. You look stunning tonight.” Lily complimented back as your smile widened. “Can you tell us about what went into this look tonight? Maybe about the inspirations?”

You nodded, excited to talk about it, shifting your stance so the camera that panned down on your outfit could get the best view. “So tonight I’m wearing Mugler by Casey Cadwallader.” You ran your hands over the fabric. “I can’t take any credit for this look tonight, it’s all due to my lovely stylist Daryn Walker.” You say with a smile. “We went with all black tonight because it plays well into the dark tones of the movie that I’m nominated for tonight, Whispers in the Shadows. I also love the draped collar here because of the structure it gives and the way it influences the silhouette of the rest of the dress.”

“I love that.” Lily nods in agreement. “Can you talk about your jewelry for tonight too?” 

“So I wanted to keep it really simple. I’m wearing vintage Bvlgari earrings and a matching ring from Joseph Saidian and Sons.” You held your hand up to the earrings and held your hand out towards her to show the ring as you spoke about them. “And then my favorite rings were designed by my lovely husband.” You beamed this time, flashing your wedding rings while the bright lights glinted off of the sparkling diamond.

The ring was simple and classic, a large oval cut diamond with pear-shaped emerald side stones set in yellow gold. The wedding band was a classic yellow gold band that sat below it. “That’s beautiful, wow.” Lily said, her voice growing soft as she looked at it. “Lucky man.” She joked as you laughed.

“Thank you, I’m a lucky girl.” You giggled softly.

“Is he here with you tonight? I’m sure that makes it all the more special getting nominated for your leading role in Whispers in the Shadows  and also presenting an award too.”

“He is.” You dragged the words out, excitement weaving through them as you shook your shoulders jokingly, pulling a laugh from Lily and her crew. “And…I’m so excited to be able to have this opportunity of being nominated in a category with so many amazing and inspiring actresses and I’m so so honored to even be considered in their caliber. I’m also really looking forward to announcing an award this year. This will be my first time doing so.” 

“Congratulations (Y/n)! On your nomination, your marriage, and presenting an award tonight!” Lily said happily after getting the signal from behind the camera to wrap it up. 

“Thank you so much Lily. It was great talking to you.” You said, hugging Lily briefly before being steered further down the carpet for another interview. As you moved along, your eyes caught his as a larger smile grew on his face. 

You waved to him subtly, stopping to watch him pose for pictures before bringing your hand up to your lips and blowing a kiss towards him when he looked over at you again. You watched the boyish smirk and faint blush appear on his face as he chuckled at you, looking down briefly, before he moved along to an interview of his own and you posed for more pictures. 

— — —

“Hi Jack, great to meet you. I’m Arianne here with Entertainment Tonight.” She introduced herself to him as he held the microphone she gave him in his right hand, putting his free hand in his pocket, a natural stance he often took. 

“Nice to meet you Arianne.” He replied, his accent thick as he glanced at the camera over her shoulder and then back at her face. 

“Congratulations on your nomination tonight for your part in Sinners.” She said as he smiled and nodded. “How does it feel to be nominated tonight for a role that you were so passionate about?”

“God, I’m absolutely buzzing.” He laughed, his accent thick and his smile wide. “It doesn’t even feel real. I’m so thankful to have even been considered for the role and truly grateful to have such a great director like Ryan Coogler who gave me so much freedom in experimenting with Remmick and his backstory.” Arianne nodded. 

“I’m sure it’s super freeing as an actor to have such a visionary director.” She replied as he nodded along to what she said. 

“Oh, one hundred percent.” 

“Tonight’s a big night. Were you able to bring any friends or family here with you to celebrate?” She asked as he glanced down before smiling to himself. 

“Yup. I’m super thankful to have such a supportive bunch of friends and family. They’re truly great and the ones that weren’t able to be here are watching tonight, so I’m glad I get to share this moment with them.” A childlike grin appeared on his face as he looked down the carpet. He paused, taking a step back as his eyes locked on your figure as you were posing for pictures with a more serious look on your face before you smiled for the cameras again.

He couldn’t help but stare at you. You were practically glowing under the bright lights, your rich skin shining as if gold flowed through your veins. Your dark eyes sparkled in the flashing lights and your dress fit you so well it looked like it had been sewn onto you, hugging your curves just perfectly. Your hands were in front of you on your thighs to show off your jewelry.

His eyes shone with pride as he saw you smile, straightening your wedding rings before placing your hands back in front of you, happily showing them off. “Sorry…got distracted for a second.” His laugh was infectious as he ran his left hand through his hair, a light flush spreading across his cheeks at getting caught staring. He smiled, biting his lip in slight embarrassment before refocusing on the interview as Arianne laughed while also looking at you. Jack had always told you that you could've been a supermodel if you had wanted to be.

“No you’re alright. (Y/n) looks stunning tonight as always.” Arianne remarked as Jack nodded absentmindedly. 

“Yeah truly.” He agreed, his voice soft. He cleared his throat, blinking and turning to reface the interviewer. “Sorry, you were saying?” He asked, trying to remember what they had been talking about before. 

“How does it feel to be able to share this category with some of the biggest movies this year?” She rephrased as Jack looked down at his shoes, processing the question before nodding and going to answer.

“It’s unimaginable and I’m still in shock and so grateful. It’s so inspiring being in a category with the same actors I looked to for inspiration in the beginning of my career.”  He answered as they wrapped the interview, Jack shaking Arianne’s hand as the filming light went off. 

“You’ve got some new jewelry there, huh?” Arianne teased, gesturing to the golden wedding band that sat on his left ring finger. He looked down at his hand before a look of recognition crossed his face. He had gotten so used to wearing it that he truly didn’t even notice it at times. He had been wearing it during Sinners too, Ryan working it into an unexplained part of Remmick’s backstory so that Jack was able to keep it on like he’d wanted. 

“Oh.” Jack said at first. “My favorite piece right here.” He said, holding up his hand with a laugh. “Been a little while now too. Almost two years.”

“Congratulations Jack. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Arianne smiled as Jack smiled back and walked back off to finish the carpet. 

Once inside the venue Jack let out a breath, finding you easily as you looked up from your phone, smile growing when you saw his blue eyes settled on you as he walked over. “Hi Love.” You breathed out, as you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers under the table after taking your seats near the front. You and Jack had luckily been able to sit together as both of your movies' tables had been put next to each other in the front right near the camera. “How’d your interview go?” You asked him, your voice low as you looked around as people took their seats around you. Jack drank some of the water in front of him before answering. 

“Was good. Would’ve been better with you.” A soft smile pulled at your lips as you rolled your eyes at his flirty answer. Your eyes widened momentarily as a giggle escaped you when he pulled your chair closer to his. 

“Mine too.” You told him, leaning into him as you kept their voices low as the room started to quiet down in anticipation of the host beginning their monologue to introduce the show. “I got to talk about your stunning choices in jewelry.” You both glanced down at your engagement ring and wedding band, Jack pressing a kiss to your cheek as you did the same to him afterward. 

“When do you present?” Jack asked you just before the host walked out and the applause started. 

“Not for a bit. I was just told before you walked over.” You explained, leaning into him so he could hear you, as he nodded. You squeezed his thigh under the table, both watching the show until someone dressed in all black tapped your shoulder letting you know that it was time for you to come backstage to prepare for your award presentation. 

“Be back soon, Love.” His lips were soft against yours before you straightened back up, Jack squeezing your hand and nodding. He sat up straighter in his chair, excited to see the woman he loved grace the stage to present the upcoming award. His phone was burning a hole in his pocket as he gripped it ready to record your presentation from your seats, excitedly taking on the role of the proud husband.

“Please welcome (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)  and Robert De Niro to the stage.” The announcer’s voice called out. You had said something softly to Robert as you walked out together to the microphone that was waiting, causing the older man to smile and nod at you before laughing along with you. 

“It’s an honor to be standing up here with you Mr. De Niro.” You leaned into the microphone, going off script, your eyes shining with passion and awe. “Sorry everyone, I just had to say that.” The audience chuckled at your unscripted moment. You caught Jack’s eyes in the audience, fighting back a large smile when you noticed the phone in his hands, actively recording your presentation. He took a hand away, giving you a thumbs up before blowing a kiss to you and then refocusing on holding the camera, his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration.

“Well it’s an honor to be here with you (Y/n). I mean talk about talent.” Robert said, clapping, causing the whole audience to clap as you put your hand to your chest and Robert nodded. The small gesture an attempt express all of your gratitude for that unscripted moment with an actor you had been watching since you were little. “Tonight we have the privilege of announcing Best Actor in a Supporting Role.” He read the words on the teleprompter.

“This category is stacked full of talent where they breathed life into their characters, translating the wide range of human emotions through their characters to audiences worldwide.” You read your part next. 

“From playing humanly flawed heroes to altruistic antagonists, these actors have managed to create truly three dimensional roles.” Robert said. “The nominees are…” 

The voiceover played as the montage of clips from each nominee played followed by a camera that focused on them in the audience. Jack had set his phone down on the table in front of him just in time to not be caught by the camera that was now directly focused on him as a nominee. He laughed softly as his eyes caught his mom's and your mom's who also laughed at him almost getting caught by the camera.

Robert handed you the envelope, wanting you to be the one to open and announce it, as you both said, “And the Academy Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role goes to…”

You paused, opening it as a large smile grew on your face and you glanced at Robert for a split second before leaning into the microphone and saying, “Jack O’Connell, Sinners.” Your eyes shining with pride in the bright lights that shone down on you. You watched Jack’s blue eyes widen in shock as he stood up, hugging his mom, your mom, and his friends and castmates at the table before making the short trip up to the stage.

“Thank you.” He shook Robert’s hand, a wide smile on his face before he pulled you into a hug. You took the opportunity to press a fleeting kiss to his lips, before stepping to the side with Robert to watch him accept the Oscar. “Oh wow.” He breathed out into the microphone. 

“Thank you so much.” He said quickly. “Thank you to the Academy for the nomination, it truly means the world. Thank you to Ryan Coogler for entrusting me with the role of Remmick and giving me the creative freedom and agency to build him into what audiences were able to see on screen. Thank you to the amazing cast and crew of Sinners who made Sinners what it was, not only helping me to make my performance better, but also making the whole experience so memorable." He paused. You didn't have to be facing him to know that he was trying to not get or sound too emotional as the stage lights shone down on him and the audience gave him their undivided attention. "Thank you to my mom and dad for supporting this crazy dream of acting I had when I was little, getting me into acting programs and everything back home, despite there not being many around. My dad’s passed on now, but my mom is here tonight." You looked down from the stage, seeing his mom wipe her eyes as your mom's arms were wrapped around her, rubbing her arm. "Thank you to my amazing mother-in-law for supporting me unconditionally and most importantly for creating my wife. She is also here tonight. I love you both.” He took a breath and the audience chuckled and your mom smiled widely waving to him with her free hand, her eyes, the same eyes you had, shining with pride. He took another breath before turning so he was looking at you now instead of out at the audience. “Thank you to my amazingly talented and awe-inspiring wife (Y/n). I love you more than words can describe, Darling. Thank you for supporting me in everything I do...I know it isn’t always easy. You inspire me to grow and be a little better every day. You are my better half. Thank you everyone, enjoy your night. Cheers.” He said, holding up the award slightly with a large smile as he stepped back from the microphone with a nod and the crowd applauded loudly. He walked over to where you and Robert stood, taking your hand in his free one, intertwining your fingers as you all walked backstage.

“Congratulations again Jack. Amazing performance.” Robert praised as he and Jack hugged. Robert looked at him as if he were a proud father. He was happy to see that the next generation of actors were so talented and spirited.

“Thank you so much Sir, that means a lot coming from you.” Jack replied before Robert, squeezed his shoulder approvingly and disappeared to go find his seat again. Jack was asked to take pictures holding his award while backstage. You and Jack returned to your seats shortly after, getting congratulations along the way before getting to the table where everyone was waiting to hug and congratulate their close friend on his huge award. 

“I’m so so proud of you, Love.” You said to your husband, one of her hands holding his face as you pressed your lips to his softly after sitting back down at the table. You pulled back, your thumb swiping over his lips to make sure none of your lipstick had been left behind.

“I’m proud of you too.” He grinned at you, holding up his phone that he had left on the table. “I got your part on camera.” He beamed proudly as you laughed.

You still struggled to fathom how he was able to focus on what you thought was so small compared to the huge accomplishment he had just had. He pressed his lips to yours again before you settled into his warm embrace. His arm went around you as you leaned into his chest as you both watched the next category. 

You knew your category was coming up and you became fidgety as adrenaline began coursing through you. “Hey, you got this one.” Jack said, his voice soft as it pulled you out of your spiral of nerves. His fingers absentmindedly began tracing random patterns into your side as you sat up straighter as you heard your category being introduced.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role goes to…” There was a pause as you held your breath, not even realizing you were doing so. You squeezed Jack’s hand lightly in anticipation.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), Whispers in the Shadows.” Your eyes widened as you stood shakily, your mouth open slightly in shock. You let out a breathy laugh as you swallowed and Jack hugged you tightly before you hugged your mom and his, both women looking at you and Jack proudly. Your friends from the Sinners cast and your own cast hugged you quickly next as you made it to the stage. 

“Wow, I-Thank you.” You breathed out as you leaned into the microphone, still utterly shocked. “I don’t think this will fully sink in for another few hours or days.” You joked as the audience laughed. “Thank you so much to our marvelous director Spike Lee, it was a dream to work with you and learn from you and be trusted with a beautifully flawed character like Ada. Thank you to our amazing cast and crew, I truly would not have been able to do any of this without you. You all are so incredibly talented.” You breathed out trying your best to remember what you had rehearsed jokingly as you never even thought it would go to you . “Thank you to the Academy, of course, for this wonderful recognition and the nomination.” You looked down at the ground trying to remember everything. “Thank you to my amazing friends and family, Mommy…Mom, I love you both so much.” You looked at yours and Jack's moms, both women looking up to the stage for the second time that night with such pride, eyes shining with unshed happy tears. “Jack…My love.” Your smile widened as some of the audience awwed at your words and the soft look in your eyes that was only reserved for him. “There will never be enough words I can think of to truly express how much I love you. Thank you for supporting me in every way I needed, for inspiring me, for loving me immensely and unconditionally and for allowing me to be me. I’m so thankful to do this crazy life with you. This one's for you, Love.” You blew him a kiss as he pretended to catch it, pride shining on his face as you exited the stage and headed backstage for some shots with your first Oscar. 

Jack was the first person you went to when you got back to the table, laughing as he hugged you tightly in his strong arms. “God, you’re amazing, you know that?” He asked, pressing his soft warm lips to yours in a kiss that made you wish it had lasted longer. “Congratulations, Baby.” He kissed you again before letting you go to hug everyone else. You returned to his side after making the rounds, sitting down and reclining back into his side. Your mind drifted still processing what had just happened as you saw Jack's faraway look.

“I’m proud of us.” Your voice was soft again as you leaned into him and he glanced over at you with a smile, his hand rubbing your arm up and down.

“Me too.” Jack said, thinking about how his whole career had truly led to this moment right now. This night. All of the sacrifices he had made, his parents had made, you had made so that you both could do what you loved. So that you both could succeed. All of it was worth it for this moment. “So, what’s next?” He joked as he smiled at the mischievous glint in your dark brown eyes.

“Let’s take a vacation.” You suggested with a half shrug, Jack nodding immediately. You had both been going nonstop for over a year. It was definitely time for a well-deserved and well-earned vacation.

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WHERES THE BAR

summary — you’re taking the bar exam tomorrow, but you’re not sure which bar is set higher, the law exam, or alex’s unwavering love

warning(s) — established relationship, soft alex cabot, domestic fluff, law school, studying, pet names, love drunk idiots, sensual undressing?, open mouth kissing, fingering, slight teasing, pet names, alex just wants to celebrate you before the big day, slight elements of a potential dom/sub dynamic if you squint, casey novak mention because i miss her, domestic bliss, fluff fluff fluff, men/minors dni

authors note — álex cabot returns in what was meant to be a sweet fluffy drabble. enjoy :)

Your office light is dim, but the wading glow splashes enough brightness onto your documents for you to read them over thoroughly. You’ve been here for hours, there’s a stack behind you that you’ve already read, answered every question Alex painstakingly scratched onto flash cards, and then went through the questions your professor suggested familiarizing yourself with. You had every hour planned out to the exact second leading up to tomorrow afternoon at precisely 13:10.. This has been the last five years of your life. This is what you’d turned down date nights for, what you’d isolated yourself to prioritize when it felt impossible to be a Detective by day and a law student by night with any kind of social life or emotional depth. Those sacrifices had to be worth something, or years of your life with Alex had been wasted for nothing.

Alex. Her face appears in your mind, though maybe the image of her in gentle lilac is so vivid because the picture of her curled up and stunning wearing the color in her tank top sits on the corner of your desk, alongside a plastic ring that she’d won for you when a prize machine ended up at the corner of the crossing in front of the courthouse after a semi and a taxi collided. You’d been dating two weeks when she’d gave you the ring, incessantly assuring she wasn’t crazy enough to propose with plastic after knowing you a fortnight, but radiant to tell you simply that she’d seen the machine and thought of you. It might’ve just been the biggest compliment of your life to know that just loving you had her acting like a kid, searching for quarters in her bag that was overflowing with sensitive, classified, lawyer information. When you’d told her years later that you were going to go back to school, get your law degree, make the switch from Detective to ADA, she hadn’t looked at you with concern or disbelief, she hadn’t been annoyed you were blazing a trail into her career path, she was the first person to take your hand and lead you to the way. You wanted to pass for her; you had to pass for her. You didn’t want to let her down anymore than you wanted to let yourself down.

You had everything planned out. Benson let you out early, you’d grabbed lunch from the bodega Alex had turned you onto during your first year of law school for good luck, and then you’d gone back to your apartment to study. Alex had come home four hours into your final study session, you’d heard her shoes before her voice, and you knew that’s how she had a good day. On the days where Alex crept through the apartment on bare feet, biting her lip in anticipation, you know that by some miracle all her cards have aligned and she’s buzzing. When she’s pissed, annoyed that people are ignorant and the law is stupid sometimes, she bellows for you eagerly, like she’s pained to know you're finally so close by willingly so far. You hadn’t accounted for that in your schedule admittedly, she’d been having a hard go at things, but you welcomed her positive energy that got you through the next two hours. She made dinner around ten, frozen pizza and cherry sparkling water because she’d spotted it through the window of the Aldi you frequented and thought it would make a good treat instead of your typical wine. You had another six or so hours ahead of you. You’d accounted for it taking eight, just to give yourself some cushion if you did manage to keep on task and steal a few hours of sleep beforehand, but regardless, if you went to sleep at six, you’d be able to get six by noontime, and that was assuredly more than enough time to zap your brain with cold water from the shower, grab a banana, and make your way to the courthouse with only the flashcards you thought my calm you in your pocket. Maybe you were a fool to plan for self-assuredness tomorrow, this was one of the biggest tests of your life, sneezing at the wrong time could cost you the honor of passing, but somehow, you just knew that wouldn’t happen. Alex had beaten it into you that you have to have your own back, because friends turn to enemies in the DA’s office faster than cops and detectives can transfer stations. You remember the tragic tale of some of your other ADA’s and the defenses you’ve crossed paths with, you hate the legitimacy of her warning, but it's one that you’ve already let sink in and accepted. You can do this, because if you tell yourself you can’t, you're the first enemy in the field.

“Baby, come to bed.” Alex is perched against the doorframe of your office. You never close the door, there’s no reason to. The loudest thing Alexandra Cabot does when she knows you’re studying is get surprised by a sneeze and not have time to stifle it into her elbow, and then she shouts an apology before the apartment goes dull. Sometimes you leave it open to draw her in, convince her to spend a couple minutes with you in a bubble, though the l whole ‘ulterior motives’ thing is futile when the door never gets closed. You’re not even sure if the hinges squeak, the front doors do, but you’ve never bothered to fix it because it makes Alex smile when she stumbles in drunk at midnight after rounds with Olivia or, sparingly, Casey. “You’ll know just as much as you do tonight tomorrow morning even if you don’t read everything over right now.” She tries to persuade you, and you hate that she’s succeeding as you glance up at her, straining the muscles in your neck in the opposite direction that you’d previously had them tilted in.

“It still can’t hurt to look at everything again, Lex.” You smile fondly, biting down on the butt of your highlighter. It’s pink, slowly drying up after two years of constant use. It’s from Alex’s desk at the courthouse. Stolen straight from her jar of highlighters and pens that she keeps meticulously arranged in a rainbow.

Alex huffs, stomping into your office. The plate from dinner that she brought up is sitting on an empty slot in your bookshelf, far away from the notes that you’ve tediously taken and perfected over the last handful of years. She pulls your chair back, her hands grabbing yours and pulling them until you are standing on your feet in front of her. “I want to show my girlfriend a little support, so if you wouldn’t mind, would you get your ass in bed so I can do that? She’s got a big day tomorrow.”

Your eyes sparkle, because what in the world is she doing right now standing in front of you in her pajamas that are wrinkled and disheveled from however she was sprawled out in bed, probably rolling from side to side trying to keep herself from coming to get you as the hours ticked later and later. This wasn’t just an exciting day for you, it was an exciting day for her. She remembers the morning of her bar vividly, and though she’d been stressed out of her mind and crying, she says it was liberating to have the reassurance of all those endless years paying off. She says she can’t wait to see you afterwards. To know that she’s dating a lawyer. An aspiring ADA.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, your head falling to the side again, your eyes glancing at your piles of papers longingly. In truth, you know that you’re prepared and the longer you sit up here reminding yourself of things you already know, you’re getting bored, restless, annoyed. It’s all weighing on you now, and the weight of it all being over tomorrow somehow feels worse than it did when you’d thought about being done all those years ago. “Hm, okay.” You hum, pressing up to kiss her sweetly. Alex’s arms link around your waist, pulling you into her chest until the beat of your hearts hammered out of sync.

Alex smiled when she pulled away, her teeth hooked into your bottom lip until she let go, giggling softly when it popped against your upper lip, your eyes hooded in lust filled amusement as she teasingly worked you up without missing a beat. “Well, let’s get you to bed then.” She sang, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the office, your bedroom was directly adjacent, and her footsteps only padded four and a half times before she was at the foot of your shared bed, reaching for the pajamas she’d evidently fished out of the drawers for you in preparation of interrupting your studying. In all your years, you’d never seen Alex this set on having your attention for yourself. It was cute.

”Let me help you with that.” Alex husked, her breath fanning across your shoulder as she stepped up to help you out of your sweats. You’d changed once you’d gotten home. Put on some sweatpants with cuffs at the ankles because you hated when the fabric fell over your toes, and a t-shirt that she’d apparently purchased from a tourist trap in Rome.

You shivered when Alex guided your arms above your head, her fingertips trailing down slowly from your wrists, past your elbows, over your shoulders, and down each side of your torso until her blunt nails could curl into the soft fabric and pull it upwards. Goosebumps were left in the wake of her tantalizing trail, spreading across your body before they shot through your core. “I love how you sound when I get you like this.” She whispered truthfully, stepping closer behind you while her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your sweats. She didn’t waste time with the haphazardly tied string around your waist, tucked into the fabric of your sweats and hanging against your thigh. Every muscle in your lower body was tense with anticipation, itching for relief that she was keeping out of reach.

“Alex, please.” You whined, your head thrown back, resting on her shoulder. Your eyes fluttered closed, and Alex smiled fondly at the sight of you so content. Her lips kissed your forehead, her finger sweeping through your folds, collecting moisture that had collected just from when she’d asked you to come to bed the first time. It was embarrassing how easy you were for her, how she didn’t have to do anything and you’d be willing to eat out of the palm of her hand.

“I can take you right here. You can let me hold you while I make you cum, or, I can lay you down, baby. Which one?” Alex left a trail of open mouth kisses against your neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck until you whimpered, your hands grappling to grasp at her soft shorts until she laughed and relented, dipping a finger into your core until your warmth swallowed her all the way up to the second knuckle. She crooked her finger, eliciting a gasp to tumble off your lip as she found that sweet spot inside of you. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart? The bed or right here?” She slowly eased and applied pressure, rocking her heel into your clit, and then another finger was pressing into you, pulling out and dipping in, twisting and turning until it was slotted into your cunt beside the other. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Alex,” You moaned, your head turning until you could bury your face in her shoulder, gnawing at the exposed skin of her arms.

“I know you can listen better than this, sweetheart. I asked you a question, I need your answer.” She cooed, kissing your lips when your head twitched at a particularly deep trust of her combined fingers, she combed over that spot inside of you, her thumb ghosting over your clit. You weren’t going to last like this. Not when you could feel the exhaustion creeping up on you, not when she knew your body so well, not when she was working you up so sweetly with her words.

“Right here, Alex, please.” You sighed, breath hitching when her thumb fell onto your clit in an earned reward. “Oh, my god. Right there, please, oh—!” Alex giggled softly, gripping your hip in one hand while her other continued to provoke soft squelching sounds, your arousal collecting on her palm.

”That’s it, come on. Cum for me, come on, there we go. Good girl, good girl.” She cooed, working her fingers until your thighs begun to shake and you grabbed at her wrist desperately, she kissed your cheek, easing her hand out of you softly, though you still felt every groove of her knuckles as they scraped across your sensitive walls.

Alex admired the stringy evidence of your love left on her fingers as the dim light of the lamp on your nightstand glowed enough for her to see, and you rolled your eyes at her smug state, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky as to find her on a whim. She licked her fingers clean, and you shoved her away from you. Alex laughed loudly, knowing how that simple act deeply disturbed you unless she settled it with a round between your thighs. That was not in the cars, both of you were exhausted, you needed sleep despite thinking you’d be capable of running on only six hours. Alex knows you better. She knows you’ll be miserable, you’ll curse her out, storm to your exam, probably pass just because you're you, but the guilt of your exhaustion will ruin whatever results come out either way. You’re taking the bar tomorrow, but you’ll never begin to know the material that makes up the test that is Alex Cabot. She’s her own bar exam, you’re her field of expertise.

”Put those on, and get your ass in bed.” Alex rolled her eyes, tapping your ass as she helped you out of your sweatpants and underwear. You tried not to let your surprise show when she brought out a rag, wiping softly between your legs before you helped you into a new pair and some shorts. You couldn’t sleep in pants, and somewhere in your relationship, that had transferred to Alex. Now, you’re not sure there's a single pair of pajama pants in your wardrobe at all.

“Mm, go brush your teeth.” You leaned up to kiss her, and Alex giggled, taking your hand and leading you out to the bathroom in the hallway. Her office was by the front door, every room in the apartment filled and utilized to some capacity, and while it made storage hard, there was never anywhere to put something new without getting rid of what already exists in the space, it feels incredibly homey, like you’ve truly built something spectacular together.

You follow her, because you have to do so as well, but you let her go first, because Alex is a freak and brushes her teeth with warm water and that’s something you can’t condone even if she’s cute with her toothbrush between her teeth trying to convince you it’s much more enjoyable once you get used to it. You’ll never know if she’s right, but she doesn’t hold it over you. Instead, she holds your waist as you take your turn, kissing your neck until the both of you are ready to climb into bed and prepare yourself for what tomorrow holds. Whatever the outcome is, you know she’ll be there.

“I love you, you’re going to do exceptionally well tomorrow. I’ll be waiting by the doors if Benson doesn’t show up and drag me out.” You grin, cuddling into her chest because you know that’s the truth, you know Benson would assuredly show up and drag Alex away if she thought for a second that their presence would somehow suck the air out of her testing room and disturb the peace you needed to create. She was sad to be losing you, to be watching you go and grow, but she’d be damned if all of your hard work didn’t pay off. That was just the kind of boss she had molded herself into.

“I love you, and I don’t really care what happens tomorrow, as long as you’re out there waiting when I’m done.” You grin when she pecks you, the taste of mint on her lips.

“Well then, I’ll be sure to put up a fight with Liv.” She muses, eyes sparkling. You just love her so.

“Good. Give her hell.”

[jesterkoops]

There's a prevalent assumption that the point of reintegration is that i!Mark will remember Gemma and start feeling o!Mark's love for her and o!Mark will remember Helly and start feeling i!Mark's love for her, because both relationships are equally valid and wonderful and so neither will lose/win over the other.

IMO, this is line of reasoning suffers from a similar fallacy as the one I wrote about here after 2x07. What matters for the story isn't our perspective but the characters'. This isn't a story about how equally valid and wonderful two relationships are IN OUR EYES. This is a story about a guy who made the decision to sever himself for emotional convenience, created a new consciousness who was specifically designed not to remember his own wife and ended up falling for someone else, and IN HIS EYES this consciousness' life and relationship are NOT AT ALL EQUAL to his own.

o!Mark expected i!Mark to sacrifice his relationship with Helly because, in his eyes, is worth literally a thousand times less than his marriage with Gemma. o!Mark acted as if reintegration would mean nothing more than gifting i!Mark with his wonderful life and wife, making him sit in the cuck chair, while he gets on with his life, and presumed that i!Mark would be simply grateful for that. Note how it was only i!Mark that was concerned about how reintegrating might work and affect his personhood. o!Mark either didn't care, didn't think about it, or assumed that it would be just some minor inconvenience that would not really affect his life in the long run.

So my guess is that reintegration will likely serve the purpose of subverting o!Mark's expectations and forcing him to realise that i!Mark's life and relationship is as valid as his own, more than the Marks each learning to love the other's woman through each other's memories. Also because i!Mark never questioned or devalued o!Mark's relationship with Gemma, he just didn't feel those feelings. He doesn't have anything to "learn" there, and he should not be "punished" for not having feelings for a woman he was created not to remember. Plus, the fact that i!Mark feels nothing for Gemma/Ms Casey and was only trying to save her as a duty to his outie and because it was the right thing to do is a cardinal point around which the entirety of this season and especially the finale was built around. To have i!Mark now start to catch feels for Gemma and maybe question his decision to stay on the severed floor would retroactively negate all that and validate o!Mark's perspective.

So I think that if there are any such flashes, it will be o!Mark who starts to have flashes and catch feels for Helly and he will hate it and resist it with all his might. Or he will glitch onto the severed floor and have to be faced with the life he created down there, and start to really think about the innies's worth.

Maybe by the end of reintegration, o!Mark will have undergone enough character development where the two of them will indeed even out, but I think that for a good chunk of the upcoming story reintegration will serve the purpose of making o!Mark's life a tribulation. To make him realise that this other consciousness is not something he can just park away in a corner of his mind whenever he's not convenient or he no longer needs him. And that the choices he made to forget his wife ever existed for 8 hours a day, shove her ashes and belonging in a basement, and spend most of the rest of the time drunk so he doesn't think about her, will not be without repercussions.

[vicbutnotactually]

DISASTER HUSBANDS AU FULL LORE

TMNT 2012 Casey x Leo Au

I realized that ive posted basically nothing for this au except for art, so here we go! ill use this post as the main hub for all the lore. I’ll probably be making changes to it while it grows so keep an eye out!

Warning: Everything published before this post is now non-canon simply because I’ve lost track of everything I’ve posted about it

Links:

Timeline (coming soon)

World lore (coming soon)

Creatures (coming soon)

Characters (coming soon)

Introduction:

Basically, it started with an incident in Donnie’s lab, he was messing with Kraang portal tech to see if he could give it a new purpose, but it went wrong and started malfuntioning, letting off a giant pink blast in the lab. Casey was standing too close and Leo jumped forward to grab him, but by the time the flash of light stopped, both Casey and Leo had disappeared from the lab.

Here’s a goofy version of that story (this is technically non-canon but you get the gist):

(im so funny)

This blast (which Donnie originally thought had disintegrated them,) actually just sent them to another dimension to an alien world. Unfortunately for all of them, time moves MUCH faster in this world than it does in the og universe (For simplicity i’ll call the tmnt universe Earth and this new one Sinmar (these are the names of the planets but THEY ARE IN DIFFERENT UNIVERSES.) What was 3 months on Earth, was 30 years on Sinmar.

Leo and Casey fell from the sky on a new planet called Sinmar and immeadeatly found themselves on the receiving end of an EXTREMELY hostile world. The landed in the middle of a jungle with no people in it for the pure reason that its basically unlivable. Sinmar lives in a post-apocalypse, formerly having been a greatly advanced planet with multiple sapient species, became a wasteland with a dwindling population after The Reset (as its called on Sinmar.) This event caused the rapid mutation of the flora and fauna and massive changes to environment, with the mutations creating massive fields of invasive flora that choked out and killed ecosystems and fauna that became hyper-predatory monsters that roamed the planet and are drawn to populated areas, and the changes to the environment creating massive dry or frozen wastelands; most large bodies of water have almost completely disappeared.) This planet that had very little ocean even when it was healthy, so when it dried out even more it turned the planet into a massive desert.

There are few locations that can sustain humanoid life, and the few that do exist were quickly overpopulated with massive cities, all protected by some form of massive wall, natural formation, or if theyre lucky a force field. All these cities exist in their own little bubbles, isolated from the wastelands.

In their 30 years on Sinmar, Casey and Leo quickly became outlaws, finding the cities to be dystopian and impossible to live in due to the overpopulation and disease, they began selling things they hunt and find in the wasteland in black markets. After becoming notorious for escaping high security prisons a ridiculous amount of times, they started almost constantly staying on the move as to not be hunted down. They are basically being constantly pursued by a slightly insane detective obsessed with catching them, his name is Dean. Dean is a pathetic man failure and i love him. Dean has been chasing them for so long Casey mockingly calls him their third (yes there is constant homoerotic flirting between them i cant leave you guys hanging (cough cough “Chel is off limits” scene from Road to El Dorado.)) Every time they get away from Dean’s grasp they leave a taunting note, signed wanted posters, or even flowers and candy to which Dean promptly flips his desk (he does that a lot (he’s racist against furniture))

Romance:

5 years into their time on Sinmar they started dating, and 10 years after landing in that jungle in Sinmar, they were married in the middle of a fight (Pirates of the Caribbean style.)

They had been dating for a few months when leo lost his leg after he was trapped under a rock slide. He was badly injured, they were in a desert with barely any water, he was slowly bleeding out and becoming less and less responsive, so Casey did what he felt he needed to and sawed off Leo’s leg (while he was conscious.) Casey feared he wouldn’t survive and Leo’s leg got infected multiple times, so out of desperation he went into a city to try to get him to a hospital, but Casey accidentally let it slip that he was the one to cut off Leo’s leg and he was quickly arrested. In addition, the city basically took custody of Leo (they had a very unethical eugenics study program, and having never seen anyone of Leo’s “Race” before, they wanted to experiment on him,) Casey was not allowed to see him because they weren’t married or related and just like that he lost Leo to the system. Casey, fearing that Leo would die alone in some lab, broke out of prison and basically kidnapped Leo and fled to the wasteland with him. Leo barely survived and Casey eventually made him a prosthetic leg so he could walk again.

Over the years they were there, Casey figured out how to work the Old Tech of Sinmar (the planet is littered with old non-functional technology from before the reset) and used his craftiness to make gear and to try to find a way home.

About 15 years after landing in Sinmar, they stumbled across a little crab creature called a Grabcrab, which they basically adopted and Casey named Ricky. Grabcrabs are technically sapient but dont speak and are more driven by emotion than thought and less capable of advanced thought than humans. And 19 years after landing, they found a giant dog that Casey refused to leave behind and they named Brutus, Casey BEGGED to keep Brutus and Leo kept saying no, but as they walked for miles with Casey still begging to keep the dog, Brutus just followed them home, he had a giant dog bed and bowl in their base and Leo and Casey were still arguing about keeping him. Much to Casey’s dismay, both Brutus and Ricky prefer Leo over Casey, he calls them all traitors. Brutus is a dog the size of a horse who thinks he’s a lapdog.

They did have a period of time where they split up and had some bitterness towards each other, mainly from having been struggling together for so long and just boiling over one day, i call it the Divorce Era and they were split up for a couple months around year 24 after landing in Sinmar. When Casey came back debating on whether to try to make up, he found their base on fire with Leo trapped inside.

They both have a lot of near-death experiences and can never split up bc theyre bonded through shared trauma ngl. They are nonstop banter and arguing like an old married couple, and they both lost some marbles over the years, just a tiny bit (youd have some screws loose too if you were stuck with Casey Jones for 30 years.) They rubbed off on each other, with Casey becoming wiser and more responsible and Leo getting looser and wilder at times. Casey has called Leo by several thousand pet names over the 25 years they were together and Leo has called him by the ever-affectionate name: Jones.

Random tidbits:

-They constantly argue over who took who’s last name (there’s no legal system of marriage in the wasteland so they just make it up as they go.) Casey calls Leo Mrs Jones just to annoy him.

-They call Ricky their firstborn son (they dont talk about how Leo suggested eating him when they first found him)

-There’s an AU of this AU (im considering making it canon) where Dean joins them and actually becomes their third

-Casey has unnecessarily risked his life many times to get parts for Leo’s leg

-Leo basically only calls Casey by his last name, and if he calls him by his first name someone is either actively dying or the dog sat on Leo again

-Dean is a total diva that does NOT belong in the wasteland but he goes anyways bc he’s insane

-Casey and Leo have saved Dean’s life multiple times and he HATES them for it

-Ricky hides in Casey’s shirt when he’s scared

-Casey hates all his wanted posters (Flynn Ryder style)

-They both drink and smoke a LOT

-Leo is serious and grumpy 90% of the time but when he’s not you’d be certain he’s lost his mind

-They eventually make a small base surrounded by massive Jurassic Park style electric fences

-The cities basically have a monopoly on most types of medicine and other necessities, so the guys make money by smuggling contraband into cities and selling it

-Leo once slaughtered an entire group of wasteland scavengers because they kidnapped Casey

That’s all for now, I’ll be periodically updating this post, the most recent updates will be In purple

[angelicvee]

a/n: sooooo this idea is a result of my absolutely amazing mutual @iwoulddieforher soooo everyone say thank you!! I hope this is okay i know it’s like my third post of the day I’ve just had a bunch of free time and motivation to write svu smut 😼🩷

Title: house of balloons/glass table girls

vampire!casey Novak x detective!fem reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, blood play, biting, feeding kink, edging & overstimulation, dom!casey, sub!reader, possessiveness & emotional manipulation, brat taming, rough sex, semi-public setting (precinct), reader has minor injuries (cut cheek, scraped knee, bruising) from on-duty incident, toxic dynamics & horror kink themes, power imbalance (boss/subordinate) 

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You should’ve waited for backup.

That’s the first thing Olivia says when she barrels around the corner of the alley, badge raised, voice like a gunshot. Her silhouette is outlined by the flashing red-and-blue from the street, and she looks pissed. Not scared. Not worried. Just that tight-jawed fury you only ever see when a cop screws up but still manages to stay alive.

You’ve got the guy on his knees. He’s bleeding from the nose, one arm pinned behind his back with your weight on it, and your own knee is scraped open from the takedown.

“I had him,” you snap, wincing as your elbow brushes the rough brick wall.

“Yeah, and if he’d had a weapon?” Liv grabs his other arm and cuffs him, shooting you a glare. “You’re still new here, I get that—but this is SVU, not narcotics. We don’t run in solo just to play cowboy.”

“I didn’t know he was armed—”

“That’s the point, Detective.”

You clench your jaw and shove yourself off the guy, breathing heavy. Your blouse is torn at the shoulder, and there’s a warm trickle on your cheek you don’t want to think about. The perp groans under his breath.

“She fucking tackled me,” he mutters.

“I fucking told you not to move,” you shoot back. “You ran.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You were jerking off outside a middle school.”

His mouth twists. “Didn’t touch nobody.”

“You were waiting for someone to walk by.”

“Can’t prove that.”

“I don’t need to prove it. I watched you.” You lean down, your face inches from his, blood still dripping from your cheek. “And now you’re going away.”

He sneers. “Crazy little bitch. Someone ought to teach you a lesson.”

You straighten. Olivia moves fast, grabs the guy by the back of the shirt and slams him against the wall, hard enough to make him grunt.

“You just earned yourself a second charge,” she growls. “And you’re lucky she’s not filing assault.”

You blink, surprised. Not that she’s backing you up, but that she’s doing it so publicly. Liv’s a good partner, but she doesn’t usually interfere with rookie drama unless someone’s about to get sued.

Your knee twinges as you shift your weight, and your head’s pounding now. You want to brush the blood off your cheek, but something in you hesitates. You leave it there. Let it sting.

He’s lucky I didn’t kill him, you think. Though you’d never say it aloud.

By the time you limp into the precinct half an hour later, you’re sore, sticky, and furious… and trying not to show it. Olivia keeps a hand on your back like she thinks you’re going to collapse.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you mutter.

“I’m making sure you don’t bleed out on the linoleum.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’re limping, your face is cut, and you’re white as a sheet.”

“I’ll get some ice—”

“You’ll sit down and shut up until I say otherwise.”

You scowl but obey, slumping into one of the hard plastic chairs beside the coffee station.

“I’m serious,” she says, softening. “You could’ve been shot tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You keep going like this, and you will be.”

You don’t answer. The truth is yeah, you were reckless. But there’s something about the way the adrenaline feels in your throat, the way danger makes everything sharpen and ache.

And you’d been angry. You’d needed to move.

It’s only when Olivia heads toward the supply closet that you feel it, that cold, still pressure in the air like something ancient is watching you.

Casey’s in the hallway, leaning in Cragen’s doorway. Pale as ever in her black suit, lipstick blood-dark. Her eyes gleam with something unreadable.

You don’t flinch. Not outwardly. But your body knows her. Your neck prickles under her gaze, and your thighs press tight together before you can stop them.

She doesn’t speak. Just holds your gaze, head tilted, expression carved from glass.

You try to stand, say something snarky. But your knee gives a little, and her mouth twitches.

Like she’s amused. Like she enjoys seeing you broken open like this.

The first-aid kit was cold against your thigh.

Liv crouched in front of you, her fingers deft with the antiseptic wipe, but your eyes kept flicking past her shoulder. To the hallway. To the woman who was still standing there watching.

“You’re lucky this wasn’t worse,” Liv murmured, pulling gauze from the pack. “You’ve got a hell of a bruise coming up on that hip.”

“I’ve had worse.”

She gave you a look. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

You shrugged. “It got the job done.”

“And nearly got you chewed out in front of half the precinct. I know you’re trying to prove yourself, but this isn’t how we do it here. This isn’t Narcotics.”

“I know.”

“Then act like it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Olivia—”

“No, listen. You’ve got something to prove, fine. But if you get yourself killed, it won’t matter how good you are. You’re not indestructible, detective.”

You flinched a little at that word.

Detective.

She always said it with warmth, with respect.

Casey said it like a game. A warning. A dare.

Liv’s voice softened. “You’re not alone here. Use us.”

You nodded. You didn’t mean it. You just didn’t want to keep talking.

When she finished taping the gauze to your knee, she patted it gently and stood. “I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move, alright?”

You offered a tight smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

The moment she disappeared into Cragen’s office, you felt it: that same pressure in the air, colder now. Closer.

She was behind you. You didn’t hear her footsteps. You never did.

“You looked pathetic, you know.”

You turned to glare at her. “Thanks.”

Casey’s lips curved smug, cool, dangerous. “Letting benson fuss over you like you’re a wounded little girl.”

“I didn’t ask her to.”

“No. But you liked it.”

You stood slowly, careful of your knee. “What do you want, Novak?”

Her eyes flicked to the blood at your cheek, the torn blouse, the bruised swell at your hip. “You’re reckless.”

“I’m a cop. It happens.”

“You’re an idiot.”

You bristled. “Excuse me?”

“You went in alone. You bled. And you let someone else clean it up.”

“I didn’t—”

She stepped in close. Too close. You could smell her perfume something deep and musky, like sandalwood and rose and something darker underneath.

“You have no idea how easily you could’ve been killed tonight.”

Her tone was calm. Lethal.

You swallowed. “It wasn’t that bad—”

“It was idiotic.”

You met her gaze, stubborn even as heat crept up your neck. “I did my job.”

Casey’s eyes glowed faintly in the overhead light. The pupils dilated, amber ringed in gold, and your breath caught.

“You think that makes you brave?” she murmured. “Or do you just like bleeding for the wrong people?”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but nothing came. Her nostrils flared. You saw her taste it on the air.

“You smell like adrenaline. Pain. And want.”

“Fuck you.”

She smiled, slow and wicked. “I plan to.”

Then, quiet as a whisper “Follow me.”

You didn’t. Not right away. You looked back toward the bullpen, toward cragen’s office. Empty. Quiet. You could still hear the hum of printers, the clack of a keyboard, the buzz of a vending machine.

But no one was looking.

“Now,” she said again. Velvet and venom.

You followed.

The interrogation room door clicked shut.

You didn’t realize she’d locked it until you heard the sound: soft, mechanical. Final.

She moved like smoke. One second across the room, the next right in front of you.

“You like acting tough,” she murmured. “You like pretending you’re in control.”

You backed into the table. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“No.” Her mouth brushed your ear. “It’s not.”

Casey’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face to hers. “But you want it.”

You trembled. She saw it. Smiled.

“I could smell it back in the bullpen. That little shiver when I walked by. That pulse in your throat.”

You shook your head. “You’re imagining things.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Her voice dropped, low and cruel. “You’re not special enough for me to hallucinate over.”

Your face burned. “Then why—”

“Because I make the rules. And you broke them.”

She grabbed your wrist, spun you, bent you over the table hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

“Only I get to make you bleed.”

She peeled your slacks down slow. Let them hang around your thighs. Cool air rushed over your skin.

Your cheeks flushed humiliation burning bright and fast. But your body didn’t resist.

“I can still smell him on you,” she murmured. “You let him touch you.”

“I didn’t—”

Her hand wrapped around your throat. Just enough to tilt your head, not enough to choke. Yet.

“Do you think he would’ve appreciated what you’re offering me now?” she whispered. “Do you think he’d know what to do with you?”

You made a noise, something caught and pathetic.

Casey leaned down. Her lips brushed your ear. “I do.”

You felt her mouth trail down the back of your neck. Then lower. She kissed between your shoulder blades, then your spine, and down, down, until her breath fanned over the inside of your thigh.

“Marks need to be hidden,” she murmured. “Unless you want your captain asking questions.”

You barely had time to whimper before her fangs sank in.

Her fangs broke your skin in a swift, precise movement, no warning but the cold brush of her lips.

You gasped. The table edge dug into your hips. Her hands held your thighs apart, firm and unyielding, and the first pull of her mouth made your vision flicker.

It hurt. Not the sharp bite itself, but the way it throbbed afterward. Dark, rhythmic, a slow drag of something vital leaving you. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the slick metal.

“Casey—”

She didn’t answer.

Heat spread from the wound, a flush that made your knees wobble. Your heart pounded, each beat driving more blood into her mouth.

You felt her tongue. Hot and soft, laving over the punctures, drinking deep. A groan vibrated in her chest, low and obscene.

When she finally lifted her mouth, your head was swimming. She licked the wound clean with delicate precision, her breath cool against the slick skin of your thigh.

“You taste,” she murmured, “better than anything I’ve ever had.”

You tried to speak. Your lips parted on a whimper instead.

Her hand came up, pressing between your legs, finding the wet heat there without hesitation.

“Of course you’d be dripping,” she purred. “You always were such a little slut for me.”

Your breath caught. “Fuck you.”

“Already am.”

She pressed two fingers inside you; slow, inexorable, and the burn made your eyes squeeze shut. She didn’t give you time to adjust before her thumb circled your clit, unhurried and cruel.

“Casey—please—”

“You don’t get to beg yet,�� she said softly. “You haven’t earned it.”

Her free hand came up to your neck, fingers curling around the front of your throat. Not tight enough to cut your air. Just enough to remind you exactly who held you there.

“You’re reckless,” she whispered, her voice low and dark. “You think this makes you brave? Coming in covered in bruises, letting me see how breakable you are?”

“I—I didn’t—”

She pressed her palm flat over your windpipe, just enough to make you feel the edge of panic. “You love it.”

A shudder ripped through you.

“I should leave you like this,” she said, her breath hot at your ear. “I should make you walk out there with your thighs shaking and your blood still on my tongue.”

You moaned. Shame colored every inch of your skin.

“But you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? You’d like everyone knowing you’re mine.”

“Casey—”

Her fingers curled deep inside you. The table shuddered under your weight.

“Say it.”

You swallowed. Your voice came out raw. “I’m yours.”

“That’s better.”

She began to fuck you with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement precise, her palm grinding against you, her thumb circling lazily. The pleasure was molten and humiliating all at once.

“You don’t get to come,” she said again. “Not until I decide.”

You whimpered.

Her mouth brushed your ear. “And I’m not feeling generous tonight.”

The minutes blurred.

Every time you got close, so close your hips jerked helplessly, she pulled back. Stilled her hand. Let you tremble and sob against the table.

You lost count of how many times she denied you. You stopped trying to hold back your sounds.

Finally, when you were slick and shaking and half-insensible, she withdrew her fingers and straightened. You didn’t have the strength to lift your head.

“Pathetic,” she murmured. “Look at you.”

She caught your jaw, dragging your gaze to hers. Her pupils were blown wide, ringed in molten gold.

“I could keep you here all night,” she whispered. “Make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

Her thumb smeared your tears across your cheek. “Or maybe I’ll just leave you like this. Ruined and empty.”

A sob tore out of you. “Please—”

Her smile was slow, merciless. “Please, what?”

“Please—please let me—”

“Let you what?”

“Come. God, please.”

She watched you a moment longer. Then, finally—finally—her mouth slid back between your legs.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” you whispered, voice cracking as she sunk her teeth into you again. “Please, Casey.”

Her fangs slid from your thigh with a soft, wet sound, and you felt her tongue smooth the punctures, slow and deliberate. The heat in your body pulsed with every heartbeat, each flutter a reminder that she’d tasted you, claimed you.

But when she lifted her head, her expression was…wrong. Not sated. Not gentle.

Irritated.

“You reek of him,” she murmured, her voice flat and cold.

You blinked, uncomprehending. “What?”

“The filth you tackled. The one who dared put his hands on you.”

Her fingers spread across your hip, thumb pressing down on the ugly bruise rising there. You hissed.

“Even here,” she whispered. “His blood. His sweat. Do you have any idea how insulting that is?”

“I didn’t—”

“You let him touch you.”

“I didn’t let him—”

Her hand closed around the back of your neck, squeezing until you stilled.

“You let him mark you,” she went on, her mouth brushing your ear. “And then you came crawling to me, stinking of fear and someone else’s violence.”

You swallowed. “I—I didn’t have a choice—”

“You always have a choice.”

Her disgust was palpable. It made something inside you twist. Humiliation and shame and the perverse ache of wanting her approval even now.

“Pathetic,” she said softly.

Your eyes burned.

When she slid her fingers back between your legs, you were already slick and shaking. Every time she moved, the pressure built higher. Every time you neared the edge, she paused cruel and precise.

“I should let you leave like this,” she said again , voice low. “I should make you go home with your cunt still wet and your thighs shaking. Make you remember how little you matter to me.”

“Casey—please—”

She clicked her tongue. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

When you finally came, after what felt like hours of denial it wasn’t gentle. She fucked you through it, unrelenting, her breath cool against your spine as you sobbed and shuddered.

Then, abruptly, her hands left you.

You sagged over the table, your cheek against the cold metal, heart stuttering.

For a moment, she didn’t touch you at all. Just watched you wrecked and trembling, your blood still on her tongue.

Then she made a quiet, disappointed noise.

“So. Fucking. Pathetic,” she said again, almost bored.

And she shoved you back, just enough to make you stumble a step. You caught yourself on the edge of the table, blinking up at her in shock.

“Turn around.”

Your lips parted. “What—”

She caught your jaw in a bruising grip. “I said, turn around.”

You obeyed on instinct.

She guided you over the table again this time with more deliberation. Bent you forward until your chest pressed the metal, your arms stretched out. You felt the cool air on your bare skin, the humiliating exposure of your ruined panties clinging wet between your thighs.

Casey’s hand smoothed over your ass. Possessive. Assessing.

“You let him touch you,” she murmured. “I should leave my own marks in return. Somewhere you can’t hide them.”

You shivered. “Casey—”

She traced a finger up the crease of your thigh, then higher, dipping between your legs just to feel how wet you still were.

“Or maybe,” she said thoughtfully, “I should put my teeth somewhere you’ll feel it every time you move.”

You moaned, shame and arousal twisting into something hot and ugly.

Her hand lifted just enough you felt the anticipation, and then she slapped you.

Once. Sharp and shocking, the sound echoing in the sterile room.

Your breath left you in a ragged gasp.

“Count,” she said calmly.

You swallowed. “One.”

Another slap, harder.

“Two.”

Her palm rested on your ass, thumb brushing the fresh heat of the mark.

“Better,” she murmured. “Much better.”

She leaned down, her mouth hovering over the spot where your ass curved into your thigh. Somewhere high enough to hide in a skirt. Low enough you’d feel it every time you sat.

“Here,” she whispered. “Yes. This will do.”

And her fangs sank in.

She drove in deep this time, deeper than you’d expected, deep enough you cried out and scrabbled for the edge of the table.

Casey didn’t soothe you. Didn’t pause. She wrapped an arm around your hips, holding you still as she fed.

It wasn’t fast.

The first pull was sharp, almost violent, making your thighs clench around nothing. You tried to shift, tried to get away from the too-intimate, too-raw pressure of her mouth. She growled, a low, hungry vibration, and pressed her palm flat between your shoulder blades. You stilled.

Her tongue flicked over your skin, lapping at each pulse of blood. Your pulse stuttered, fluttered, threatened to give out.

“That’s it,” she murmured against you, her voice dark and thick. “Be good. Be still.”

A wave of heat curled up your spine. You whimpered, face turned against the table.

She drank and drank. Every second stretched into an eternity, your body buzzing, your vision going soft at the edges.

And then she pulled back, slow, licking the punctures clean.

“Perfect,” she sighed, her breath cool where her mouth had been. “You’re perfect when you stop pretending you’re anything but mine.”

You tried to answer. Tried to say I’m not, but your voice was gone.

Her hand stroked over your spine. You felt something almost like gentleness in that touch like she was checking you were still conscious.

“You did well,” she said softly. “For once.”

You swallowed. “Casey—”

She kissed the base of your spine. “Hush.”

Her hands tugged your ruined underwear back up. You flinched when the elastic caught on the fresh bite. She didn’t apologize.

When she guided your slacks over your hips, you realized your legs were still shaking. She fastened the button herself, smoothing her palms down your thighs like she was proud of her work.

Then she turned you around.

You expected more cruelty, another taunt, another slap. Instead, she cupped your face, her thumb brushing the tacky smear of dried blood on your cheek.

“You look obscene,” she murmured.

“Good,” you rasped. “Maybe everyone will finally leave me alone.”

Her mouth twitched somewhere between a smile and a sneer. “Oh, no. They’ll look closer.”

You swallowed.

Her hand drifted to your throat. You felt the faintest flicker of pressure, the reminder that she could take more if she wanted. That she could drain you dry and no one would ever dare question why.

Instead, she leaned in and kissed your cheek. Right over the bruise. The softness of it made your knees nearly give out.

“Go.”

You stared at her. “Like this?”

Her eyes gleamed. “Exactly like this.”

You swallowed again, voice small. “They’ll know.”

“Let them.”

Her thumb traced your lower lip, smearing it with the faint copper tang of your own blood.

“You’re dismissed, detective.”

And that was how you ended up stumbling out into the hall, face flushed, thighs sticky, heartbeat still skittering, and walking past your captain’s open door without a word.

You didn’t look back.

You didn’t have to.

You could still feel her eyes on you.

[daddynovck]

Daddy’s girl

casey novak x fem!reader

warnings: smut, daddy kink (i guess?), idk what to put here this is all just for funsies AND i wanted to write this for a while sooo enjoy my loves!!

“daddy please…feels s-so good” you begged in a small voice, your eyes flashed open and your face started to get hot. she stopped and looked at you, a twinkle in her eyes. “did you just call me daddy?” she questioned, a smile gracing her features.

you huffed in frustration and you started to feel embarrassed again. “yes, but just ignore it. don’t stop please” you whined, leaning up on your elbows. casey smirked and rubbed the inside of your thighs with her hands.

“please what, princess?” she raised an eyebrow, her voice deeper and more raspy than usual, yet more demanding. her fingers are still inside you.

you could easily tell she was teasing you, but you knew by the look in her eyes she definitely wanted to explore that kink of yours. (it’s actually more hers but still)

“please, daddy” you said, tilting your head to the side slightly, licking your lips. casey growled and leaned down, keeping her eyes on yours. she then replaced her fingers with her mouth and licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. you gasped at the action and the feeling of her finally paying attention to your needy clit.

you fell into your back as she continued to lick and suck your clit, her hands squeezing your thighs slightly. your hand quickly flew into her hair as she shook her head back and forth, her tongue moving fast, “oh fuck, yes daddy!” you squealed, your hips grinding into her mouth.

casey pulled away and shoved your hips back down onto the bed. “you gotta be a good girl for daddy, okay? keep your hips down, understood baby?” she asked, and you nodded and had to admit, casey was hardly ever dominant in this way but when she was with you it gets you feeling all kinds of hot.

as the night went on you’d only cum a total of 5 times only by casey using her mouth on you. your skin was sticky with sweat, and your thighs were trembling and you could feel your wetness dripping onto the sheets.

casey hummed as she ate you out, your hips grinding onto the bed, she licked your clit and you hissed at how sensitive it was now. “daddy i-i can’t take anymore” “it’s t-too much.” you swallowed, silently begging her to stop, but did you want her to? god no.

she pulled away with a obscene noise “but daddy loves making you cum, sweetheart.” she bit the inside of your thigh, her eyes locked onto yours. you whined and shook your head, starting to feel dizzy. “n-no more, please” you sighed as casey moved to hover above you.

“hmm alright, baby, but tomorrow, you’re gonna let daddy fuck that pretty pussy if yours. got it?” she said as she kissed the top of your head softly.

i actually wrote this because diane found out i call casey (her) daddy lolll anywayyyy!

ALSO if you want me to write strap casey fics please lmk! (i was gonna anyways)

[fanfoolishness]

Mark S is already fading away.

I thought it was so in Woe's Hollow, when he was sharp with Irving, crass with Helena's laughter about the Dieter tale, and distant on the long snowy hike to the falls. But this episode really drove it home.

Reintegration isn't just memories coming back. It's demeanor, it's personality, it's the way you navigate the world with your other self bleeding through the walls that severance created. It goes both ways.

We see that Mark S is starting to affect Mark Scout. Some of his optimism and eagerness are affecting outie Mark -- outie Mark starts the episode in the morning, lit brightly instead of cast in the dark and lonely shadows that usually define his home. His home looks more Lumon-like than usual. We see outie Mark asking Reghabi hopefully when they can keep going, trying to move forward as quickly as he can. This is a man driven forward by his goal, which is mysterious and important.

But conversely, Mark Scout is hemorrhaging into Mark S.

Mark Scout's cynicism, his bitterness, his jadedness, his casual cruelty are leaking through. His wounds are poisoning the secret rebel, the chipper optimist, the leader who said "we're people, not parts of people." It won't be poison in the end -- hopefully, it'll be a real person, full of optimism and pessimism both, able to see both halves of the whole. But for now it's a shock to the system, percolating under the surface and coloring all of Mark S's interactions.

Yes, Mark S has many reasons to be off right now... he's ashamed of not realizing Helly was Helena, he's suddenly uncertain about the separation between outie and innie at all, he's still not sure if Helena or Helly stands before him, Irving is dead (no he's not, he's just not here), he's confused about that flash of Ms. Casey, the list goes on. He wasn't good at mourning Petey, and he's not good at this. Reintegration isn't the only reason he's closed off and in denial.

But it's definitely a reason why Mark S is turning away from his friends and isolating himself. I just hope that he's able to hold onto those parts of himself that yearn for love and connection, and he's able to restore his bonds with Dylan and Helly as he starts becoming someone new.

[iwoulddieforher]

Necessary Sting | Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

rewarding my readers with comfort no hurt after all the stuff I've been putting you through lately. :) everyone say thank you rynn

Essentially: Alex has an off day, and Casey comes over with a sore shoulder from softball playing. nonsexual (..borderline at some points but hey, with a body like Casey's in front of you, what did you expect Alex to do?) body worship. Technically written as a continuation of "Rigid" although it is not at all necessary to read the former before reading this. 4.4k words

It was one of the rare days when Alex didn't have work, and Casey did, and Alex was mildly irritated. Not that she had a break, no, but because usually when she took a day off she plotted it weeks in advance to make sure the time spent off would have some purpose- visit a museum she had wanted to see, make plans with a friend she hadn't seen in a while, invite Olivia over for a home-cooked meal that inevitably turned into takeout after Alex burned the food- some, vague but still some, idea of what to do. 

She didn't have anything to do because she had forgotten this day was marked off. It must've been the day for an event her family or bosses wanted her to attend, but after a couple hours of trying to figure out what she was due for, it appeared as though she genuinely had nothing on schedule. A call to her secretary informed her that it was due to some sort of mix-up, and she was free to do whatever she wished, and they’d figure it out. 

Alex did not like making plans on short notice. She needed the time to process what she was going to do and in what order she was going to do it in at least a few hours before doing it, and she had no idea what she even wanted to do today, so she did absolutely nothing. 

It was irritating, doing nothing. She wanted to spend her time on some halfway-useful purpose. 

A call illuminated her dark phone screen and she picked up immediately without registering the caller ID, bored enough that she was fine speaking to genuinely anyone if it provided any amount of entertainment. 

“Cabot,” She spoke out of reflex, although this was her personal phone so whoever was calling her most likely was someone she wouldn't need to be so formal with. 

“Novak,” a woman’s voice responded, a bit of a snort in her voice as she imitated the clear-cut formal tone that had just been used on her. 

“Casey,” and here Casey grinned at the smile so present in Alex’s voice, even though she couldn't see it, “How can I help you?” 

“There's a softball match I’m playing in tonight,” Casey told her, “Would you want to come with? I haven't seen you in a while.” 

Alex paused, internally debating it in her mind. Yes, she had nothing to do, but if she was honest with herself despite how much she loved watching Casey play, the idea of sitting on those grimey bleachers especially with such little time to mentally prepare herself for it was not ideal. Sometimes she could put up with it, as she had before, but today was not really one of the days she could fight against the urge to be somewhere less … wild.

“You can say no,” her … whatever Casey was to her … said seriously over the phone, “I’m not one of those people who offers things with expectations.” 

Alex wished Casey could see the smile that flashed briefly over her face at that comment. It meant a lot to her. She liked when expectations and efforts and intentions were laid out a bit more simply, the people she was raised around where not like that in the slightest. Casey was clear cut in a delicious way. If she liked something she said she didn't, if she didn't she wouldn't, and she wanted her to do something she’d ask, and if she requested something it wasn't a demand.

“I’m not sure I’m in the mood to spectate today,” Alex agreed, but after a quick second decided she did really want to see Casey tonight. “But- would you want to come over, after?” 

“I’m game,” she heard a soft chuckle from Casey’s side of the line, “but I’ll be over later, then, I’d need to go home to shower first.” 

“Shower here,” Alex said before considering it.

She could feel Casey’s eyebrows raise despite the blocks of bustling New York between the DA’s office and her apartment, feel the way they arched as if Casey was shooting her a look, which she was. 

Since the night that had blazed an impression of itself onto Alex’s heart, the moments spent tossing a softball back and forth in an empty stadium, Alex had thought quite a bit about what opportunity might exist within Casey Novak. 

Going back to Casey’s apartment, soft hands on her hips when Casey pushed her down to the couch, easily sliding a leg over to recreate the position they had been in on the field, although this time, Alex had let her stay on top. 

She’d let her decide how much she wanted to take, because if it was up to Alex to offer, a lot more would have been on the table than what they had done. 

But they hadn't done much since then- time was a tricky thing to navigate with the job they worked- so where exactly their relationship lay Alex was not entirely sure. 

“Alright,” Casey said, right as Alex was beginning to tug on her fingers from nerves, “Then- I’ll see you at yours, say, eight thirty?” 

“Sounds good,” Alex nodded, stealing a deep breath. 

“Alex?” 

“Yes?” 

“What’s your address?” 

“Oh,” Alex felt her cheeks color, but she rattled off her place of base hastily and when Casey laughed again before excusing herself and ending the call she was too enthused to be embarrassed. 

Her enthusiasm quickly dwindled when she realized she still had another couple hours to wait until Casey’s arrival, and she still didn't have anything to do, so she sighed and sprawled herself over the couch, deciding to simply read up on case law for the sake of having nothing better to do. She had already read most of these transcripts but she’d reread them anyway. One never knew what specific tidbit of information could cause a case to flip on its head, until it happened, or until you remembered something you could use. 

The sense of boredom then shifted to anxiety. She wasn't exactly sure what she had initiated. Should she try to cook something, or was ordering okay? Or would Casey grab food with friends before showing up to her's? What were they even doing- watching a movie? But then the question of what movie to pick out ahead of time arose and Alex wasn't sure about Casey’s taste in cinema at all, so that just stressed her out, too. 

Eventually, after a lot of staring blankly at her kitchen- it seemed embarrassing to make something simple, but she knew anything more complex she’d run the risk of fucking up- she sighed and decided to text her defeat. 

← Takeout okay? I’m behind on groceries 

Casey → Oh, you’re feeding me?

Alex blinked slowly at her phone, then placed it on the table with a small huff. What was that supposed to mean? What was Casey expecting? But then again, she had been the one to offer, so- wait, did Casey think this was a hookup? ‘Come over’ had been a vague thing to say. 

When she picked her phone up again she realized Casey was sending chain texts, so that wasn't all she had to base a reply off of, and her fears were somewhat alleviated. 

Casey → That's sweet of you 

Casey → What do you normally get? 

← ‘Normally’ I’m only ordering things that are easy to eat so it’s less risky to eat over my laptop and won't ruin if I’m called out in a spur

← What do you prefer? 

Casey → If it's alright with you, Chinese? But don't worry about it, I’ll pick it up on my way over. No reason for you to waste money on delivery if I’m on my way around anyway. 

← You’re on your bike? 

Casey → What did you expect? 

Casey → :) 

Alex glanced outside. There was still an hour or two of sunlight left, but regardless, she didn't like the idea of Casey being out on her bike alone at night. 

But it wasn't her place to interject on that. If Casey wanted a ride Alex could only hope she’d trust her enough to ask- the way she had the first time- but otherwise it was Alex’s job to trust Casey knew what was good for her, and if this was it, then she’d accept it. 

← Drive safely. See you soon

With that, her source of entertainment stalled again, so she went back to her articles, sighing idly.

She was now wracked with an equal amount of anticipation and anxiety that she didn't quite know how to focus properly on such a nonemergent cause like case files, so she stood and instead decided to pace idly in her kitchen, trying to decide what wine paired with whatever possible combination of food Casey might bring. 

..

..

Dishes were in the sink, a nonsense movie was on the screen, and Alex was sitting on the couch trying to pretend she wasn't listening to the water splashing as Casey showered, although that wasn't a particularly devious thing to do regardless. 

A bottle of wine had been cracked and it was nearly empty now, sitting like a proud lion on the living room table next to two empty glasses.

Alex was trying very hard to figure out what was happening. Yes, she had invited her over and also told her to shower here, but the expectations for after the shower was- very … nonexistent. Casey had said she wanted to eat quickly while the food was warm and then shower as quick as possible, because she didn't like lounging around in dirty clothes for any longer than necessary, and she had already seemed slightly freaked out about being in Alex’s expensive apartment in clothes she had sweat in. When Alex had complimented the way her hair fell so naturally in the messy ponytail she had pulled faux blonde hair into, Casey had chuckled almost nervously. Hopefully she’d be calmed by the shower, clean clothes, and washed hair.

But now Alex was getting more anxious, and hearing the water run was making her heart pound- not in a bad way- because she couldn't stop … imagining. 

Wet hair clinging to her back, her lips parted slightly as water ran down the length of bare skin- no, she couldn't be thinking about that, but it was all she wanted to think about. The muscles on her lithe, agile frame- her pale skin, the rosy tint it must be taking on from warm water. 

Her hands, god her wonderful hands, across her own chest- oh, Alex was going to get a nosebleed if she kept thinking about that, feeling her face grow warm from the thought alone. Fuck, fuck. She needed a cigarette.

She cautiously took a pillow and laid it in her lap, digging her fingers into the plush and trying to think of anything else but Casey tilting her head back in the shower, steam clouding the mirror and floating in a haze around her nude form.

“Hey, you.” The woman she had just been fantasizing about chirped, wandering back into the room. Her hair had been towel dried and then brushed through, so still damp and unnaturally straight, although her wavy curls were starting to form at the ends. She had switched into shorts that rode up on her thighs and a shirt that was too large for her, but Alex couldn't tear her eyes away from her face. 

“Oh,” Alex cursed herself, the shower must have turned off minutes ago for Casey to already be dry like this, “Nice shower?” 

“Yours is considerably bigger than mine,” Casey grinned, rolling her shoulder twice before flopping back on the couch with a groan. 

Alex studied her side profile, illuminated from both the dim lighting in the kitchen a ways away and the soft glow from the TV, still paused where they had left off before Casey had excused herself to shower. Her face was rosy and looked deliciously soft, her lips wetted and her hair was absolutely begging for Alex to toy with it. She was still warm from the shower and still radiating the humid comfort gained from it.

Casey rolled her shoulder- the same one- again, and Alex frowned softly, broken out of her inspection.

“Is it bothering you?” She asked, motioning to the shoulder Casey kept trying and failing to stretch out.

“Yeah,” Casey affirmed, closing her eyes and shaking her head softly. “Carrying the bag with all the equipment around did a number on me.” 

The throbbing of her body seemed to ripple into her hands, and Alex felt her fingers twitch. She ran her tongue along her suddenly dry lips, her heart starting to beat faster. 

“I could try to work it out,” Alex breathed, quiet and tentative, “I’ve been told I’m decent at that kind of thing. All the hunching over textbooks at law school, you know.” 

That was over-justification, and she grimaced slightly, but she wanted to touch her so bad- so ridiculously bad- and when the response she was met with was only a gentle scoff at her enthusiasm, Casey was content to settle under her ministrations. 

The faux blonde turned, back facing Alex, and the elder woman coaxed her upwards, her thighs bracketing Casey’s body. Casey sighed deeply, relaxing into the space, and Alex felt herself genuinely swooning. 

The seconds her hands met Casey’s body she felt herself muffle a moan at the feeling of her- okay, yes, through a shirt but still- in her hands. Holding her felt better than ecstasy, but she had a job to do, so she set about doing it.

Casey was watching the TV half intently, and Alex realized she had unpaused it- her attention was completely fixated on the younger woman now so she wasn't surprised she hadn't seen. She placed her hands evenly on the top of her shoulders and then began to explore her traps gently with her thumbs. The feeling of her body moving under her fingers, the way she could press down and feel the warmth bleed into her, it was all simply too much.

A loose whimper left Casey's throat, higher in pitch than anything Alex had ever heard from her before, and it was followed up with an honest to God moan when Alex’s thumb pressed against a knot of muscles near her spine. Her hand found Alex's thigh and lightly whacked it, landing a series of gentle insistent taps that reminded Alex of a dog’s tail wagging.

“Right there,” Casey gasped, “Fuck, that hurts, but it- keep going, right there.” 

Alex smirked to herself, feeling elated and triumphant. She felt like she had won some kind of victory, being able to hold Casey like this.

She kept repeating the same motion, rolling the muscle that had tensed with her thumb, and Casey kept shifting, kept letting small sounds leave with her breathing as she did it. It was utterly intoxicating. It hurt her but it healed simultaneously, the necessary burn to agitate the knotted muscles to smooth back out, leaving her waking up tomorrow without the usual sore.

Her hand snapped down against Alex’s thigh again, harder this time, needing the comfort of some kind of movement to expel the energy the stimulation of an area in pain provided her with, even though it was a good sort of pain. She glanced back apologetically, her hand smoothing along Alex's thigh to take away any sort of a sting her movement had left, but Alex only smiled and pressed her leg a bit closer against Casey’s body. If her tapping made it better, she was more than willing to let Casey slap her hand against her, and regardless, it hadn't hurt at all. 

The sting felt almost good, actually, it felt like a reward. She was helping. She was making Casey feel. The sounds felt like a reward, too.

“Wait,” Casey breathed, and Alex drew back, watching Casey sit up. 

Alex’s breath caught in her throat and she nearly swooned again- she came considerably closer, she noted, the edges of her vision had gone black just like a vinaigrette- as Casey reached one hand to the center of her back and then in a smooth motion pulled her shirt clean off of her body.

“There,” She said, her tone as triumphant as Alex felt, and settled back in the space she had been in, her body so warm and so deliciously close. There was no time wasted in reconvening her hands with Casey’s body, and now that it was skin on skin, it was even better, more intoxicating.

“God, it hurts,” Casey muttered, her back arching suddenly when Alex forced her thumb against the knot in her trapezius, “But it feels good, I- fuck, don't let me ever volunteer to carry that thing around ever again…”

Alex very selfishly wished Casey would carry that equipment bag every day for the next few years so she’d have the excuse to run her fingers along pale, warmed and softened skin, and soothe the hurt away while listening to the small sounds Casey made as she did so. 

She smelled good from the shower, her hair now adorned with the same scent of shampoo as the one Alex used, and something about it made a small ember of possessiveness inside of her purr at the realization. She was all smooth skin, all firm yet sleek muscles, breathy sounds and soft touches. Casey’s hand slid to grip at Alex’s thigh, needing the support, which Alex was happy to let her.

She supposed overworking that one muscle must cause it to burn at some point, so her hands wandered down, exploring her shoulder blades, her lower back. Casey groaned as her hands moved, and Alex felt the way she squirmed the slightest bit against her fingers at some spots. 

Alex began categorizing them, making mental notes of where Casey responded the most, where she was more sensitive and where she needed more stimulation before a response. Where she got bored, her body relaxing, and where the feeling caused a spike through her nervous system that caused Alex to wince at the feeling of Casey’s hand clenching down on her thigh. She used them in combination and the gasp Casey released made her abdomen shift comfortably in her stomach.

“That’s all I can reach from here,” She said finally, after the movie had long ended and she had traced every single inch of Casey’s back twice over.

“Then,” a pleasure-drunk Casey muttered, “I guess we change positions? If your hands aren't tired.” 

Her hands would never be tired enough to stop before Casey told her to quit.

They switched places, now with Casey on her stomach on the couch, Alex being granted the honor of straddling her thighs so she could dig into the places on the lower back that were previously too awkward to reach. From here, though, Casey couldn't grip her thigh, and although at times it had hurt it had felt meaningful to her. Perhaps they could go back to the former position later, or maybe they could do it again another day.

“Alex,” Casey cried out at one point, and Alex had cooed softly in response. “I felt it,” she affirmed, her thumb tracing a circle around a point where Casey was particularly tense, “I’ve got it, I’ll keep working.” 

“I know,” Casey mumbled, her cheek pressed against the couch material, “I just- saying your name feels natural.” 

“...then say my name as much as you like,” Alex said softly in response, glad Casey’s eyes were closed so she couldn't be teased about the flush that had spread across her cheeks.

She loved the way Casey was laid out for her, her ability to now admire every inch with no awkwardness, expectations clear. The expectation was to touch as much as she possibly could and she was very, very eager to do so. She let her hands roam freely, symmetrical across the axis of her spine but otherwise unbounded. She traced a line up the rhomboid, from near her arm to her neck, and when Casey squirmed she laughed softly and traced the length of her spine to soothe. She found the spot that had started it all on her neck again and noted the way Casey’s jaw clenched immediately. 

“You feel so soft,” Alex whispered, “so perfect.” 

“Are you drunk?” The eye that wasn't pressed into the couch blinked open, an eyebrow cocking at her, and Alex glanced over at the almost empty wine bottle with a bit of bashfulness in her expression, but Casey was only teasing. 

“Maybe,” she admitted, “But all it's doing is lowering my inhibitions. I’ve always thought you were … I’ve wanted to…” 

“You’ve wanted to touch me?” Casey asked, as though she was surprised about it, which Alex thought was rather ridiculous now.

“Obviously.” Alex grumbled, deciding to shut her up by kneading her thumb into one of the spots she had deciphered earlier, and just as she had expected Casey’s eyes squeezed shut and her mouth closed immediately. Alex grinned smugly. When Casey’s eye opened again it was scrunched in a playful glare.

“You have all of me at your disposal, then.” Casey’s voice lowered, huffing softly with amusement at the way Alex stopped breathing when she said that. 

“Flip over,” Alex breathed after only a few seconds of hesitation, lifting up on her knees so Casey had the space to writhe onto her back rather than her belly. 

Green eyes looked up at her expectantly, and Alex kissed her.

Her hands kept exploring, even though her mouth was preoccupied. Her tongue slid into Casey’s mouth, probing gently and exploring, and her hands did the same on her collarbones, sliding up to smooth over her shoulders again and wrapping her fingers around for a quick, smug second to feel Casey moan into her mouth when the knot was stimulated again. 

“Alex,” Casey hissed, and then again more insistently when Alex did it again. Alex laughed, softly, kissing the bridge of her nose and her forehead, agreeably letting her hands travel lower. 

The solar plexus was a point at which she knew she could provide the delightful responses she had been basking in, but she wanted to take her time doing so. 

Her lips were so plump and so perfect, so soft and so warm. Alex could drown in the way her body was made, in the way she used it when she pressed her hips upward to be closer against Alex’s own, in the way her arms felt tangled around Alex’s shoulders. She kissed her, and then they broke for air and she kissed her again, never wanting to stop.

Eventually she let her go because she could feel the way Casey was panting, her chest rising and falling faster, her face coated in a blush that needed a longer pause. Alex smiled, kissing her jawline, then the space at which her jaw met her ear, making her way down. 

Her neck was soft, her pulse fluttering under her skin when Alex bit lightly on her pulse point, and Casey groaned. Alex’s hands slid under her arms to grasp at her shoulders, making room to press her lips against her collarbone, making her way down and across the length of one before lavishing the other with the same attention. 

“You touch me as if I’m something fragile,” Casey muttered, and Alex paused. 

“I touch you because you're someone special,” she smiled, pressing her cheek against Casey’s skin so she could let Casey see the genuine adoration in blue eyes, “And I want you to feel like you are.” 

Something in Casey’s eyebrows twitched, as though it was a necessary pain to hear that. Alex felt her eyes soften, widen slightly before she could disguise the realization, but instead of closing down Casey grasped her by the collar and pulled her up to kiss her again, which Alex more than happily indulged.

“I like it,” Casey whispered to her when they separated a little time later, “I like the way you touch me.” 

“Good,” Alex kissed her cheek again, “I want to keep doing it.” 

Casey scoffed a soft laugh, arching her back high as if showing off all the skin that was for Alex’s taking. Alex grinned and indulged her in that, too. She picked up where she had left off, kissing trails down the flat of her chest.

Casey had said her entire body was on limits, essentially, Alex had her consent, but she decided tonight was not for sexual conquest, she only wanted to feel, to make warm, to relax. Besides, despite the occasional wriggle or protest from Casey, it seemed like the faux blonde was on the verge of falling asleep, lulled by a combination of intense exercise, food, a warm shower and Alex’s hands into a blissful haze that Alex did not want to interrupt. 

Because of that, Alex skipped over her breast, leaving her bra on to admire but not engage with. She traced the faint outlines of Casey’s ribs, and revealed in the contented sigh that Casey made as she did so. She pressed a kiss to Casey’s sternum, right above the place at which the bra cups connected and again once right below it, her hands tightening in grip slightly in a way that she knew would feel good as she slowly slid her hands down to grip at Casey’s waist. Casey groaned again, shifting one way and then the other, as if she wanted to feel the pressure even tighter on both sides. Alex pressed her down and closer and a small huff was elicited, which she smiled at, pressing her lips against the space below the one she had just done.

The TV shut down automatically after receiving no input for long over an hour, so they were bathed in darkness, the backrest of the couch shielding them from the little light the kitchen could shine into the living room. Alex couldn't see her smile anymore but she could feel it which she was utterly content with. 

Alex kissed against her upper abdomen, her hands resting comfortably around Casey's waist as she lowered her lips to kiss a line down the linea alba, smoothing her tongue over the soft ridges of Casey’s abs. Casey squirmed, tilting her head back as her hands reached to smooth into Alex's hair. 

She smoothed her hands lower, thumbs extending as far as she could while remaining by Casey’s sides, traveling down to grasp at her hips, before gathering at the line of symmetry and then pushing gently back up. Casey’s leg kicked out automatically and Alex grinned triumphantly. 

“How do you know how to do this?” Casey’s voice was slightly higher, her tone almost like a loose whine that sounded delicious in the rasp that came with her vocals. “I- I’ve…”

“I know,” Alex pressed a kiss to her navel, and then with a teasing bit of smugness, “I’m very good.” 

Casey’s eye roll was noted in feeling even when Alex couldn't see it and she laughed, softly, kissing the small ribbon on the woman's pajama pants before finally raising her head again, stretching her arms over her head to ease some of the tension being hunched over her form had so long had created. It was a necessary kind of soreness, one she was exceptionally proud of.

“You are very good,” she admitted after a pause, and then felt Casey’s hands tugging at the top of her thighs, pulling her slightly off balance and pulling her down against her. 

Alex breathed out, slowly, her thirst for Casey’s form satisfied, and Casey kissed her hairline and then began to run her fingers through the silky blonde hair gently.

“Do you want to turn the TV back on?” Alex asked, even as she nuzzled her head gently into the crook of Casey’s neck, a position at which she surely would have no clue what was playing if it was.

“No,” Casey murmured, “I want to stay like this.” 

“Mm,” Alex smiled and kissed her neck, her arms settling gently to frame Casey’s face, and she felt her sigh deeply. 

“I’ll wake up sore despite all your effort if we fall asleep like this,” Casey smiled, but it was gentle, not a real argument.

“Then I could do it all again tomorrow morning,” Alex responded sleepily, having finally achieved a position at which she was the epitome of comfort. Casey laughed softly, kissed the side of her face, and closed her eyes.

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Chapter 2; A crack in the glass

Ghostface!triplets x bsf!OC

Chapter 1 here!

The next morning felt heavier than usual.

Casey stood in front of the mirror in her cramped apartment bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, trying to shake the unease still coiled in her chest. She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that white curve peeking from under Matt’s door. That sliver of mask.

Ghostface.

It was stupid. It had to be. Probably some leftover Halloween costume. Or a prank—Chris was a walking jump scare, and Nick could be cold enough to pull something like that just to get a reaction. But it wasn’t just the mask.

It was the way they went silent the second she made noise. The tension in their voices. Matt’s too-calm reaction.

And the look in his eyes.

She’d known the boys forever. They were her constants, her chaos, her home. But last night, for the first time, Matt had looked like a stranger.

Casey spit into the sink and turned the faucet, watching the foam swirl away.

By noon, she’d convinced herself she was overreacting.

By three, she was walking the familiar route to their apartment again, hoodie pulled tight around her, headphones in but no music playing. Just white noise to block out her thoughts.

When she reached the building, something felt...off again. The front door, usually propped open with a brick, was shut. Not locked, just heavy, like it didn’t want to be opened. She hesitated a moment before pushing it open and heading up the stairs.

This time, she knocked.

Matt answered quickly, faster than usual, like he’d been standing just on the other side. He looked normal. Calm. That soft half-smile she was used to.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied, but it felt like the word caught in her throat.

Inside, the apartment was quiet. No Chris, no Nick. Just Matt.

“They went out to grab food,” he said like he’d read her mind. “Should be back soon.”

She nodded and walked in, her eyes flicking around. No mask. No signs. No clues.

Matt sat on the couch, remote in hand. “You good?”

Casey hesitated, then sat beside him, folding her arms. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t press, just nodded, attention turning to the muted TV. But Casey watched him—really watched him. His relaxed posture, the way his fingers tapped the remote slowly, methodically. The way his jaw tensed every time the name Ghostface flashed across the news ticker scrolling along the bottom of the screen.

“Isn’t it crazy?” she said softly, testing him. “What’s happening in the city?”

Matt didn’t flinch, but his tapping stopped.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s messed up.”

She leaned in a little. “They say whoever’s doing it is organized. Calculated. Not working alone.”

Matt looked at her then. That same calm face. But his eyes weren’t calm. They were watching.

“What are you trying to say?”

The room felt colder.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “Just… it’s scary. That’s all.”

He nodded once, slowly. “It is.”

They didn’t speak after that. The silence stretched too long, and when Chris and Nick finally came through the door with takeout, Casey practically jumped to her feet.

Chris teased her for being jumpy. Nick said nothing.

Later that night, as she sat curled up in her own bed, door locked, lights off, she stared at the ceiling and told herself again she was being paranoid.

But something inside her knew the truth was starting to bleed through.

And once you see a crack in the glass, you can’t unsee it.

You just wait for it to shatter.

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Two days passed.

Two long, aching days where everything felt almost normal—but not quite.

The brothers acted the same: Chris loud and cocky, Nick cool and distant, and Matt calm, unreadable. But Casey couldn’t unsee it. That edge. The flicker behind Matt’s stare. The tension in Nick’s shoulders. The way they all seemed to fall completely silent when they thought she wasn’t listening.

She hadn’t said anything since the night she overheard them—hadn’t mentioned the mask, hadn’t asked about their strange conversation. But it was getting harder to pretend. Her stomach twisted every time she walked into their apartment. Her eyes flicked to every corner, every closet door left slightly open.

And today, she followed the feeling.

It was late afternoon, and the boys were gone—Chris had texted in the group chat that they were going to pick up gear for a new video. Casey played dumb, said she was “busy,” and waited exactly seventeen minutes before heading to their place.

The apartment door was locked.

They never locked it.

Her heart thumped hard in her chest as she fished the spare key from under the loose brick on the stoop—a hiding spot they’d all joked about but never moved. As she stepped inside, the silence hit her like a wave. No music. No TV. Just the low hum of the fridge and the soft creak of the old floorboards beneath her sneakers.

Casey didn’t waste time.

She moved past the kitchen and into the hallway. Every room felt like it was holding its breath. When she got to Matt’s door, she paused. The same one she’d seen that sliver of plastic under. The same door he’d shut in her face like nothing was wrong.

It was unlocked.

She pushed it open.

The air in the room felt heavier. The blinds were drawn, casting lines of shadow across the walls. His bed was made—perfectly made, too perfectly—but the desk in the corner looked like it had just been used. Papers scattered. A laptop left open but black-screened. And something under the desk.

She crouched.

A duffel bag. Half-zipped.

Every nerve in her body told her to stop. To leave. To not look. But her hand moved anyway, pulling the zipper back slowly until—

Her breath caught.

Inside were black gloves. A combat knife. A stained black hoodie. And a mask.

The mask.

White. Sharp. Empty eyes. The familiar, twisted scream.

Ghostface.

Her fingers trembled as they hovered just above it, like touching it would confirm everything she didn’t want to believe. She didn’t notice the sound behind her until it was too late.

A soft creak.

She turned.

Matt stood in the doorway, a bag of fast food in one hand, a bottle of water in the other.

He wasn’t smiling.

“You looking for something, Case?” he asked, voice low. Calm. Like he hadn’t just caught her digging through a duffel bag full of murder.

Her throat tightened. “I—I was just…”

Matt stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him.

The mask was still in her lap.

And for the first time since they met, Casey saw it—truly saw it. Not just the possibility.

The truth.

Matt wasn’t just hiding something.

He was something.

And she had just crossed the line from friend…

…to liability.

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Sin So Sweet

Matt Casey x Severide Sister Reader (Nicknamed Sunshine)

You're younger than him and Kelly's half sister. Matt should know better

Warnings: age gap, NSFW

You glanced out the window at the road signs flashing by. Chicago. When your friend Eliza called you about an opening in her precinct you figured the move was the next step in your life. A phone call with the house sergeant Trudy Platt later and you were packing up what little you owned into your jeep and leaving your hometown in the rearview.

You didn’t have any close family. When your mom passed when you were seventeen your aunt and uncle had taken you in so you could finish high school and helped you get through the academy, after that you slid them some money for everything you knew they’d footed out over the years that they really didn’t have to foot out but did so because the only thing your dad had ever given you was his last name and a couple birthday presents.

Now you needed a new start and maybe just maybe this was it. You checked the directions to Eliza’s once more and hit your blinker to follow them. You changed lanes just fine and went under a green light. You saw the truck blast through the stop sign but didn’t have time to react before it smashed into you and everything went black.

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When the alarm rang through firehouse fifty one for a multiple vehicle accident the truck, rescue squad and the ambulance responded. When they rolled on scene they were met with a car that was badly dented, a mini van with a crumpled front end, the truck that was clearly the offending vehicle and a bright yellow jeep that still had someone stuck inside that would require the jaws to get them out of.

“Grab the jaws” Kelly ordered and walked over to the jeep, trying to get a look inside. A woman was semi conscious in the driver’s seat, blood pouring out of a cut on her head “BRETT” he hollered then leaned into the jeep. Before he could say anything however the woman’s eyes focused on him for a second and a clear look of confusion spread across her face “Benny?” then her head drooped over to the side. Benny? She called him his father’s name.

“Kelly” Sylvie was at his side trying to check on the woman. “She lost consciousness” he told her and she nodded, looking at the jeep “I need to get in to stabilize her while you work to get her out” he helped Sylvie in then him and the rescue squad went to work.

Once the woman was free and out on a gurney Stella walked over and leaned in the jeep, sunflowers decorated the seats and steering wheel cover. She spotted a purse down on the floorboard and whistled at Kelly “I’m checking for ID” he nodded “Go ahead” she picked up the purse and found a wallet then called his name again. “What?” he asked and she turned to license around to show him the woman’s photo and her name Y/N Severide    

“Do you know her?” Stella asked and he shook his head “No, but she called me Benny before she passed out” Stella watched the ambulance pull away then climbed out of the jeep “You need to go to the hospital Kelly” He nodded slowly “Yeah, I need to find out just who she is”

Everything hurt. Your head, your side, your back. You had some weird ass dream about some guy who had your dead beat father’s eyes, except that guy’s eyes actually held some care in them. 

You groaned as you tried to sit up and felt a hand reach out for your arm and a voice say “Let me help you” your eyes flew open at the very masculine voice and there was the guy from your dream “Who the hell are you and why do you look like my deadbeat father?”  

He grinned slightly “Well hello to you too Sunshine. Y/N Severide. Can I ask who your father is?” you shrugged “Benny Severide” he stared at you for a second before asking how old you were when you told him he nodded “You’re about ten years younger than me, makes sense with when he left” you raised an eyebrow “What are you saying here?” he stepped a little closer and offered his hand “My name’s Kelly. I’m your older half brother”

“I have a brother?” you all but whispered and he shrugged “Yeah?” and despite the pain you were in, a small smile slipped onto your face “and just this morning I thought I had no close family left” a look crossed his face “None? Who was your mom?”  “Penelope Killian. She died when I was seventeen and until about five minutes ago I thought I was an old child” you laughed.

He nodded “I responded to your wreck” the wreck. Fuck, your jeep. “My baby” you whispered and his eyes widened then he laughed slightly “You mean your jeep” you nodded “That was the only thing I owned” “You had insurance didn’t you?” you nodded then admitted “I’ve never had to file a claim” he laughed “I can help you?” you shook your head “Kelly, you’ve known me five minutes”

He cut his eyes at the clock “Seven”  “Excuse me big brother. Seven” you laughed, holding your side then groaned “Fuck i was supposed to start work monday” he raised his eyebrows “Where?” “As a patrolman at the twenty first precinct” he grinned “I can help you with that. I work with the house sergeant’s husband” you raised an eyebrow “Damn” 

He nodded “Um, Can I call my wife? She’s going to want to meet you” you ran a hand over your hair and he smiled “She was there when you got pulled out sunshine. She works with the fire department too” you nodded “In that case, call her down” he smiled “Ok” and walked out to call her.

You sat there staring at the door. Christ, you needed to call Eliza too and where the hell was all your stuff out of your jeep? You could ask Kelly you guessed. Kelly you had a big brother and apparently a sister in law. What was life? This morning you were an only child moving cities looking for a new start, now you had a totaled jeep and a brother. You were worried for tomorrow.

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The knock on your door made you cut your eyes at Kelly “Well I mean I’d get it but..” you shrugged and he laughed “You damn sure have the same attitude as me” you cracked a smirk “That a good or bad thing?” he shrugged “Guess we’ll see” and walked over to the door.

When he opened it a pretty woman wearing a CFD uniform came walking in. She smiled at you as Kelly said “Y/N this is my wife Stella, Stella this is Y/N…my younger sister apparently. I called Benny’s sister and turns out she knew about her but never told me because he told her not to” 

“That bitch” you and Stella gasped in unison then turned and grinned at each other. Kelly laughed slightly “Well you two are getting along” “While we’re at it, where’s all my stuff out of my jeep? That was literally everything I own” you questioned and Stella cut her eyes at Kelly before she shrugged “I took it back to the station house after I saw the last name Severide on your license”

You let out a sigh of relief “I love you already Stella” and she grinned. “Can I borrow someone’s phone? I was supposed to be meeting a friend to look at extended stay motels until I could get a place and she’s probably freaking out” Stella handed you her phone then cut her eyes at Kelly “Let’s give her some privacy”

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The moment Stella and Kelly stepped into the hall she spun around to face him “Oh my god. You have a little sister!” he nodded “And she’s a cop. She was supposed to start at the twenty-first monday. I got Mouch to call Trudy” her eyes widened “That’s handy. How do you feel?”

He looked back towards your hospital room “She acts like me, it’s weird how I can see that and we just met” she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her head over on his shoulder “You do know there’s no way I’m letting my sister-in-law stay at a extended stay motel without at least trying to get her to stay with us, right?”

He laughed and tucked her into his side tighter “I had some idea” she cut her eyes up at him and smiled “So, we calling her sunshine still?” he nodded “Definitely” and she shook her head with a laugh. 

When you were released from the hospital two days later Stella had talked you into staying in hers and Kelly’s spare room. “At least for a few days. Heal up, start working and get to know us” she’d said.

Considering you needed a ride just to meet with the local office of your insurance carrier wasn’t like you could turn her down besides you wanted to get to know Kelly. He seemed genuine about wanting to know you.

You followed them out of the hospital and laughed when you realized Stella drove a jeep as well. She cut her eyes back at you and grinned “It’s not yellow but it’ll do right?” you nodded “Yeah, it’ll do” Kelly shook his head “After we meet with the insurance they should have you a rental car ready in the next day or so. Then we’ll take you by the twenty first to meet Platt then if you want to meet the rest of fifty one?” you nodded “Of course.They work with you two and saved my life” 

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Considering your age you felt a little ridiculous sitting back and letting Kelly handle your insurance agents but he stepped in without a second thought and honestly Benny had never been a father and having Kelly be protective over you even in something that simple? It made you smile.

They were going to cover your jeep in full and drop a rental car off at Stella and Kelly’s until the check hit your account. After that they took you to the twenty first where you met Sergeant Platt, your house sergeant and even ended up meeting the whole of the intelligence unit. They were all welcoming even if they were a little curious about Kelly having a half sister no one had known about until now.

You were set to start work the following Monday now. You sat in the back of Stella’s jeep as she parked in front of their firehouse. You climbed out and fell in behind her and Kelly. “I’m nervous” you laughed and Kelly shook his head “Don’t be.They’ll be nice”

You followed the two of them into the bays and every eye turned towards you. Your eyes landed on one person in particular. He was freaking gorgeous, blue eyes, Kelly’s height and when he smiled at you damn. He was older than you of course. Damn near everyone here was. Kelly pulled you to the front “This is Y/N Severide. My younger half sister. She’s gonna be staying with me and Stella while she finds a place and Monday she’ll be starting as a patrolman at the twenty first. You can also call her sunshine” you shot him a glare and he smirk “Be welcoming or else”

Everyone introduced themselves with handshakes from the men and hugs from the few women.When the man who got your attention from the start introduced himself Kelly told you “This is the house captain Matt Casey, my best friend” of course. You’d get the hots for your newly founded older brother’s best friend. That was one guy code you knew. Little sisters were off limits and Stella had already pointed out that in her words “Kelly is in big brother mode isn’t he?”

Matt smiled at you as he shook your hand “Nice to meet you sunshine” “Nice meeting you Matt” you told him with a small smile yourself. 

Kelly put his hand on your shoulder “Come on. I want to introduce you to Boden too” you laughed and cut your eyes up at Matt “I feel like a shiny new toy to my brother” he grinned “He’s proud to have you though?” you laughed lightly “First time in my life I think anyone has been proud to have me so I guess I should enjoy it” and let Kelly drag you away but not before cutting your eyes back at Matt again and felt your heart flip when he was already looking at you and winked before walking away.

It was so weird having family that cared about you for no other reason than you were you. Kelly was really everything you ever would’ve wanted out a big brother and Stella was the best sister in law that ever existed. You’d been in Chicago a couple weeks and really it felt like you’d known Kelly for years. You were still staying at their loft while you tried to find your own place but you had finally talked them into an agreement that you were splitting bills and groceries with them.

 “I’m not staying for free Kel” you’d argued one night while you and Stella sipped wine around the island while he chopped vegetables for supper. He cut his eyes up at you and grinned when you called him Kel instead of Kelly and nodded “Ok sunshine. That’s fine” and that was that. It made you feel better about staying with them and in all honesty you loved staying with them anyways.

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You were slowly finding your footing, even if some things were still shaky. The gaps of anger towards Benny at the fact that you truly could have known Kelly your entire life if he would’ve just been a little less shitty. You wouldn’t have been alone so many years. It wouldn’t have taken you totaling your jeep for you to find a new start.

When you started at the twenty first you were partnered with Kiara O’Rourke. She was a lively brunette who kept everyone on their toes. You and her got along beautifully from day one to the point even Platt and Voight commented on how well you two partnered. You had a new jeep, this one was a burnt orange color to Kelly’s delight because he still insisted on calling you sunshine and it had stuck with everyone it seemed. Even officers around the precinct were picking it up. 

Matt still plagued your mind every time you saw him because he gave you that damn smile that spelled trouble but he was your brother’s best friend. You weren’t going to do that. No matter if he was gorgeous and older than you and could probably wear you out in all the best ways.

“So you’re going out with Kiara and Eliza?” Stella asked as you tried to find the keys to your jeep. She whistled and held them up from the counter. You grinned and took them from her outstretched hand “Yeah, it’s Eliza’s birthday and before Kelly freaks I have a strict rule of no more than two drinks then switch it out” she nodded “Good, because you know he’d freak”

You laughed “It’s sweet really. I’ve never had people care about me like I do now” she smiled “You’re family sweetie. We’re gonna care. Text me when you get to Eliza’s later tho.Just so I know you didn’t get in a bar fight. You do have that Severide temper” you cut your eyes at her with a smirk “Who was born one and who married one?” she nodded “Good point”

You slipped your jacket on and blew her a kiss “Love ya Stel. See you tomorrow” and hurried out of the door.

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“I’m telling you, the look on their faces when they realized two women took em down! Voight even cracked a smile”  you laughed and Eliza shook her head “It’s good to see the changes in it since you’ve moved here Y/N”  Kiara grinned “Yeah, I’m glad we got sunshine here” you rolled your eyes “I love Kelly but that nickname” she shook her head “You love it” you shrugged “Maybe” and they both started laughing.

You glanced up and saw Matt walk in the door of the bar and a smile slipped onto your face “Ohh” they both cooed and looked around “Who did you spot?” you shook your head “No one” Eliza nodded slowly then cut her eyes at Kiara “Twenty bucks says she goes to the bathroom then texts me in twenty saying she’ll be back in the morning” you felt your face warm “Will not”

But about that time you glanced up and made eye contact with Matt who nodded towards the barstool next to him so you looked between the two of them “I’ll be right back” they cracked up laughing as you walked away and you heard them go into another conversation.

You headed for Matt and he grinned when you slipped onto the barstool next to you “You summoning people now Captain?” he raised an eyebrow “Well if it works officer Severide” you grinned “How ya been?” he nodded “Decent. This has got to be the first time I’ve managed to catch you for five minutes without Kelly or Stella around” you waved a hand back towards where your friends were “Out with a couple friends or well friend and partner”

He nodded, eyes never leaving you “Glad to have caught you” you moved a little closer “And why’s that Matthew?” his eyes went from yours down to your lips then back up and you felt your face warm as he said “Because you are so damn gorgeous” you grinned “Thank you, you’re pretty good looking yourself” 

“Sunshine, I think you need to go back to your friends” he said after staring at you for a minute. You felt your face fall. “And why’s that?” “Because you’re my best friend’s little sister. You’re ten years younger than me. I should not be thinking about doing the things to you that I want to do” you swallowed hard, your thighs clenching together just from his words “I’m not some little naive school girl Matt. What if I want you to do those things to me?” his eyes met yours and he smirked slightly “Your brother will fucking kill me” you shrugged “Not if we don’t tell him” “Did you drive here?” he asked and you shook your head “I rode with Eliza” “Text her you’ll see her in the morning” he said then grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet.

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The moment you stepped foot into Matt’s apartment he had you pushed against the door, his mouth against yours, his hands slipping under your shirt. “So fucking beautiful. Wanted you from the first day Kelly introduced you” he muttered, pulling back to slip your shirt over your head then attacked your neck, kissing the skin there and biting gently “No marks Matt” you gasped and he grinned against your neck “Don’t want big brother seeing, do we?” as he caught your legs behind the thighs and scooped you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his thighs.

He walked through his place and the moment he laid you back on his bed his lips were back on yours. You moaned out his name as his hands explored your body, fingers finding the buckle of your jeans. “Lift your hips babygirl” he whispered and you did what he said which earned you a smile as he pulled them down your hips.

“Matt, you’re still fully dressed” you whined and he chuckled lightly “Sorry” and pulled his shirt over his head to toss it. He started at your left ankle,kissing his way up your leg, stopping just shy of where you wanted him the most then moved to the right leg to do the same. “Matt please” you begged, your hips lifting off the bed.

He pinned them down with one strong arm and grinned at you “Damn that patience” then lowered his mouth to your core. The first lick had your head falling back against the pillows and a low moan of his name falling from your lips. He plunged his tongue into you hitting that spot deep inside of you and you felt your eyes roll back slightly, fingers finding his hair to tug at the short locks. He moaned against you when you did before slipping a finger into you quickly followed by a second. His fingers worked at that spongy spot deep inside of you while his tongue and teeth worked at your clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. When he rolled your clit into his mouth and sucked it between his teeth you felt that building pressure burst as you came, soaking his chin and the bed underneath you.

He kept working at you until you shoved his head away “Fuck Matt I gotta breathe!” he rocked back on his heels, laughing “Poor thing, can’t take it?” you glared weakly at him “That was fucking amazing” he grinned “You’re welcome” you shook your head “Come here” he crawled up your body, kissing and biting every inch of skin along the way until he got to your mouth, claiming it with a rough kiss. “Take your jeans off Matt, fuck do you have condoms?” he nodded and reached into the table next to his bed to pull a box of condoms out.

He grabbed one and tossed the rest back in before pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips. You cut your eyes down and knew your eyes got big “Fuck” he grinned “Dont worry, I won’t hurt you” you shrugged, cutting your eyes up at him and letting your fingers explore the skin of his chest “I mean I’d probably enjoy it”

He shook his head and rolled the condom down his hard length before lining himself up with your opening. He looked at you for the ok and when you nodded he pushed into you causing a moan to leave you both. He caught your lips in a lingering kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. You felt his hand slip down to hook your leg up around his waist before he looked up to you. “You can move Matt. Fuck me, hard” you begged and he groaned,dropping his head down to your chest as he gave a deep roll of his hips into yours and when your reaction was for your fingers to dig into his shoulders he groaned “Fuck Sunshine, you feel fucking amazing” should it feel weird your brothers best friend fucking you and calling you by the nickname your brother started? Probably. Did you care? Not as long as Matt Casey was that deep inside of you.

His hips snapped into yours, hard and fast. He was damn near pushing you up with the bed with every thrust but you could’ve cared less. It felt fucking amazing. “Please don't stop, please” you begged and he nipped at your neck “I got you babygirl” 

You could feel that pressure building inside of you with every snap of Matt’s hips and he must have been close too because he slipped his hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. Your orgasm slammed into you and you vaguely felt your nails bite into his shoulders as your legs clenched down around his waist and he chuckled, hips never slowly “There ya go sunshine, ride it out baby” his thrust got a little sharper, little harder until he buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust and came with a light moan of your name.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, you felt like you’d just ran a marathon. Matt was holding himself up on one arm, looking at you “What?” you asked with a grin and he shook his head “You’re beautiful dressed up but holy shit are you gorgeous all fucked out”

You just fucked your brothers best friend. Not only that but it was the best sex you’d ever had. What the fuck were you gonna do now? He pressed a quick kiss to your lips then pulled out slowly, apologizing when you grimaced slightly “Sorry” 

He got up to throw the condom away then came back with a warm rag and bottle of water. He cleaned you up then helped you sit up to drink the water before laying down next to you “Can I?” he asked and you nodded so he pulled you over onto his  chest before laughing lightly “If your brother kills me for sleeping with you just makes sure my headstone says died doing what he enjoyed” 

@desimarie12

You shook your head “You’re insane” he grinned “You must like something to be in my bed” you rolled your eyes “I said you were insane, not that you were ugly” which in turn made him crack up before he said “Does this have to be a one time thing or?” you raised an eyebrow “I don’t think it does” and he grinned “Good, do you need to go right now?” you shook your head “They think I’m staying with Eliza” he pulled you over to be laying on top of him, hands spreading across your back “Lucky me” 

Play with Fire

[sevasey51]

Hello love. Can it please be Matt Casey’s little sister who suffers from epilepsy, but hasn’t found the time to tell anyone yet. She is also dating Jay Halstead and they have a bbq celebrating a promotion at work for either her or him. When she has a seizure due to no sleep; or stress. She freaks out everyone there, when Matt, Will, Kelly, and Connor jump into action. Maybe her coming around saying no hospital and having another seizure again.

Thanks love, I appreciate you!!

When the Lights Go Out

Summary: Y/N Casey just made intelligence detective—a dream come true after years of hard work. She’s strong, independent, and fiercely protective of her secret: a quiet battle with epilepsy that she’s never shared, not even with her boyfriend Jay Halstead or her big brother Matt. But during a celebratory barbecue at Firehouse 51, a lack of sleep and too much stress send her into a seizure in front of everyone she’s worked so hard to protect. As Matt, Kelly, Will, and Connor leap into action, the truth unravels, and her second seizure proves just how dangerous silence can be.

The sun was shining, the grill was fired up, and the back lot of Firehouse 51 was alive with celebration. Squad, Truck, and Ambo had all turned out for the party, along with the Med crew and Intelligence. The star of the afternoon stood near the picnic table, laughing, cheeks flushed with happiness as she accepted hugs and high-fives.

Detective Y/N Casey.

Jay Halstead couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a soft blue button-up tucked into jeans, her badge tucked in her back pocket. “Proud of you,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, smiling despite the pressure building behind her eyes. She hadn’t slept much—okay, at all—after pulling a double shift that ended with her promotion paperwork being finalized. The adrenaline had kept her going all morning. But now? Her limbs were heavy, her vision blurred at the edges, and she could feel the warning signs creeping in.

“Hey, you okay?” Jay asked softly, sensing her body tense beside him.

“Yeah,” she lied with a nod. “Just tired.”

She didn’t want to ruin this. Everyone was here. Matt had even made a speech, nearly choking up in front of half the CFD. Will, Kelly, and Connor were all clapping her on the back earlier. She was the youngest Casey, and for the first time, she felt like she’d stepped out of her brother’s shadow.

And then it all went sideways.

The sounds around her dulled, voices echoing like they were underwater. The sunlight spun in her vision, a flash of white hot pain behind her eyes—and then nothing.

Her glass slipped from her hand, crashing on the pavement.

“Y/N?” Jay caught her as she fell, panic flaring in his chest. “Y/N!”

Her body convulsed, muscles locking into violent spasms. She hit the ground, her limbs jerking uncontrollably.

“Seizure!” Jay shouted, eyes wide with terror.

Matt’s head whipped around. “What?!”

He was there in seconds, dropping to his knees beside her, heart slamming in his chest. “Oh my God—Y/N!”

Connor, who had been sipping a beer near the firetruck, sprinted over. “On her side—now!”

Will was already beside them, checking her airway and timing the seizure. “It’s okay, Jay. We’ve got her. She’s seizing—she’ll come out of it.”

Kelly crouched beside Matt, his face pale. “Since when has she had seizures?”

“She hasn’t!” Matt snapped, voice breaking. “She never said anything—she never told me!”

Jay looked devastated. “She didn’t tell me either.”

The seizure lasted just over a minute, but it felt like hours. When it passed, Y/N lay there, chest heaving, eyes fluttering open. She was disoriented, weak—but conscious.

“I’m okay,” she whispered hoarsely, tears brimming in her lashes. “No hospital. Please—no hospital.”

Connor knelt close, voice calm but firm. “Y/N, you had a tonic-clonic seizure. We need to monitor you.”

She shook her head, trying to sit up. “I’m fine. I just… I didn’t sleep. That’s all.”

Matt stared at her, stunned. “Since when have you been dealing with this? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Y/N looked away, guilt swimming behind her eyes. “I didn’t want to be… the weak one.”

Jay cupped her face gently, heart aching. “You’re not weak, babe. But hiding this—this could kill you.”

Before anyone could say more, her back arched, another seizure crashing over her without warning.

“Another one—seizing again!” Will barked, catching her head and guiding her down.

Connor grabbed the emergency med bag from the rig. “Get the diazepam—now!”

Matt was frozen this time, his hands trembling as he tried to keep her steady. “This can’t be happening again—she just came out of one!”

Kelly kept him grounded, a firm hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong. She’s gonna be okay.”

The second seizure lasted longer. Her breathing was more labored when it ended. Jay looked like he was going to fall apart.

“She needs to go to Med,” Will said gently but firmly. “We’re not risking status epilepticus here.”

Connor nodded, already preparing to transport her. “Jay, ride with us. Matt—you come too.”

Y/N stirred faintly, eyes barely open, her voice a whisper. “Don’t be mad.”

Matt leaned over, voice thick with emotion. “I’m not mad. I’m scared. Please—don’t shut us out again.”

As the ambulance pulled away, Jay sat beside her, holding her hand tightly.

And Y/N finally realized she didn’t have to carry this alone.

Not anymore.

[popeabbot]

Evil In Bed

note: omg I haven't posted on here in like a year, I'm trying out a new thing by doing charactrer x reader stories so feel free to leave constructive feedback! :) 2.8k word count

~your favorite regular at the diner you work at turns out to be an interesting character

CW: violence, gun violence, sexual assault, harassment, hurt/comfort, fluff, cursing but thats not that crazy, wound care, age gap (You're early 20s he's late 30s), Frank being calm until someone lays hands on his favorite waitress

Frank Castle x fem!reader

You weren’t sure when exactly the stranger who always sat at the back of the diner became a regular. Or more specifically, your regular. Being not only a collage student but a student nurse meant you worked the job that paid your rent, at night. It was a small diner in a busy part of Brooklyn but it was a surprisingly good gig, you liked your co-workers and most people that came in were regulars so easy to work with and they’d always leave you good tips.

A few months ago a guy started coming in around the beginning of your shift, and he’d stay until you left. He always wore all black, kept his baseball cap pulled down where you could only see a small glimpse of his face. He’d sit at the back of the diner, facing the door and nurse a pot of coffee the whole time. No food, just coffee. Like clockwork. After a pretty light start to your shift you noticed your regular at his normal booth. You grabbed the coffee pot from its stand, a bowl of cream and sugar and headed his way. 

“Evening stranger. Just coffee as usual?” You questioned with a warm smile, you caught his smile as he curtly nodded his head. The two of you had built a small relationship, sometimes he’d ask if he needed to rough up a weirdo after a bad shift. You’d always laugh, but he was serious and you knew it. “Well looks like it’s gonna be a boring night, got any jokes for me? Or hot gossip from wherever you come from? Something to keep me going?” 

You’d asked for his name several times but he never gave one. Which would probably seem weird if you didn’t live in New York, so you just called him Stranger. 

He quietly mulled over a few ideas in his head as he sipped his coffee. He drank his coffee black but you always brought the cream and sugar for yourself, in case you joined him. You scanned his face and noticed some new bruises and an ugly gash across his nose. 

You couldn’t see his face very clearly with his cap but you did catch his big brown eyes gazing up at you before he finally answered. “Boss is callin’ your name sweetheart.”

You cursed under your breath as you were pulled away from him. You turned on your heel in the direction of your nagging boss, a group of bikers had come in and were also beckoning you over.

“Sorry about that folks. Welcome to Casey's. I'll be your waitress. What can I get everyone to drink?” 

Each man made some form of a lewd joke about you being on the menu before giving their actual orders. You smiled through grit teeth and quickly went behind the bar.

“I’m going to murder them. Can you please please take these guys Joey?” You begged the head cook as he flipped some pancakes on the grill. 

“And you cook? Sorry sister but no. If it’s that big a deal, make Casey deal with them.”

“Casey will tell me to suck it up and flash them if it means getting good tips! Joey please! I’ll never ask for free food ever again!” That’s a lie. After another hard ‘no’ you huffed and took the group of brutes their drinks. 

“So what’s a fine piece of ass like you working in a place like this?” One of the men asked, referring to the slightly dingy diner you’d come to love. 

“Just trying to pay the bills.” You replied curtly, trying to keep your eye from twitching. “Does everyone know what they’d like to eat?” 

Before they could make another joke about you being on the menu, a sharp whistle cut through the air, you whipped your head around to see your favorite regular holding up an empty pot of coffee. 

“If you’ll excuse me I just need to step over to that gentleman’s booth for a moment, take a couple more minutes to look over the menu.” You smiled before practically bolting to the other side of the diner. “Thank god for you and your caffeine addiction,” you sighed, wiping his table down and picking up the empty pot. “Want another one?”

“Those guys bothering you?” If looks could kill every man in the booth on the opposite corner would be dead. You looked back at the men and then to your stranger with a soft smile.

“Nah, Joey may act like he hates me but if they get too mouthy he’ll kick em’ out. Promise.” You placed your soft hand on top of his rough knuckles, the murderous look on his face flickered to a softer one for just a second. “Look at my favorite regular being worried for me!” Before he had the chance to reply you were being called back over, you sighed and took a moment to fix your hair. “Duty calls! I’ll be back.”

“Don’t worry about another pot, I'll be fine!” 

You nodded as you pulled your order book back out.

“Sorry about that guys, what can I get started for ya?”

As each man gave their order they were surprisingly…nice? No lewd comments, no smart remarks, no staring directly at your boobs while you took orders, until the last man who was sitting closest to you ordered.

“Yeah I’ll take the burger all the way, with curly fries and a soda and for dessert I’ll have a piece of you!” Before you could even react his hand flew up your skirt and firmly gripped your ass, you screamed, dropping your order book. As you raised your hand to smack him, a tall shadow hovered over both of you and the man instantly let you go.

“That’s not how you treat a lady.” It was your regular. “Now apologize.” He stepped in between you and the man, his broad body covering you completely. It was then you realized just how large he was. His shoulders were broad like a man who spent his whole life working, his jacket smelled of leather and gunpowder, something you’d never noticed until he was right up against you. The men argued and in a flash the group was headed outside, your regular having the perv that grabbed you by the throat. 

“Oh my god Joey!” You yelped as a hand gently grabbed your arm. “He’s going to kill him!” You practically squealed. Joey shrugged and dragged you behind the bar.

“Wait here.” He mumbled before turning to follow after the fist fight waiting to happen. Joey was much older than you, he’d been working at Casey’s since it opened. 

He thought you were an annoying brat when you first started working. Eventually you stopped asking for free food because a plate would be waiting for you at the end of your shift, he’d become a father figure of sorts. But you two still butted heads so of course instead of doing what you were told you ran after him.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Your boss asked, stepping out of his office. You yelled something about a fight as you ran past him, he quickly followed behind. You threw the back door open to the sight of your regular dominating over the gang of bikers, most of them were on the ground but two of them had him cornered. He moved swiftly and efficiently to knock them on the ground, yelling about how their mothers should’ve raised them better. 

You covered your mouth in horror, eyes wide from shock. Joey stood to the side with a toothy grin as he recorded the massacre.

“Joey!” You shrieked, slapping his arm. All the men turned to look at you, including your regular who was now splattered with blood. The man he had beaten slowly stood with a gun in his shaky hands, and fired. Joey and Casey both pushed you to the ground, your ears rang sharply even though you’d thrown your hands over them at some point. When you finally pushed the two burly men off of you the bikers had scattered leaving your regular bleeding on the ground. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You ran to him, picking his face up gently. “Hey, I need you to talk to me. Please, please talk to me!” You slapped his face lightly before moving to lay your head on his chest, it moved up and down but his breathing was ragged. You moved to assess the damage as Joey dialed 9-1-1, the bullet hadn’t gone through all the way and seemed to be lodged in between two of his ribs. You let out a sigh of relief but yelped when he grabbed your hand. 

“No hospitals.” He spat through gritted teeth.

“Are you crazy?!” You sat back on your heels in disbelief as he began to stand, and caught him before he hit the ground again. 

“You're a nurse aren’t you? You fix me.” 

“I’m a CNA, that’s not a nurse.”

“Well I’m sure you can figure it out, I’m running out of time here sister.”

You gawked at him like he was a pure mad man before saying something you’d never catch yourself saying. “Joey tell him everyone ran off. I got this.”

Joey now wore your gawked expression. “Now I knew you were crazy but I didn’t think you were this crazy! Absolutely not!” 

“Joey. Trust me.” 

He stared at you before hanging up the phone, grabbing Casey and going back inside. Maybe he was just as crazy as you were. But deep down you knew this guy wouldn’t hurt you. 

“I only live a few blocks from here. I walk to work every day. Just stay with me and we can make it.” He nodded, screwing his eyes shut at the mere movement of walking. “You know, I could’ve handled those guys without making it a fight.” 

“No darlin,” he grunted. “Not when that asshole had a gun.” He gripped his side tightly as you hobbled through the streets of Brooklyn. You couldn’t believe you were taking this man you didn’t really know to your apartment because he’d insisted on no hospitals. Who was this guy? He grunted at every step as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

“Why do you have to live on the third floor?”

“It’s good cardio, sue me.”

You finally reached your door without leaving a bad trail of blood and as you fumbled with your keys your elderly neighbor stepped out from her door across the hall. You lightly laid your hand on your new companion's chest to let him know not to make any noise.

“Mrs. Dabney? Is everything alright?” 

“Oh darling I was just about to ask you the same thing, I could hear you struggling up the stairs and had to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Mrs. Dabney thank you for asking, I’m perfectly fine, Joey sent me home with a big box of cooking supplies so it was a pain to bring up the stairs with the elevator not working. I’ll be there to help you with your grocery shopping tomorrow!” Your lovely neighbor wished you goodnight and went back inside, you quickly pushed your regular inside and locked the door behind you. 

“She’s blind,” You seemed to answer his question before he even had the chance to ask. “She’s blind but I have a feeling she knew you were there..I’ll come up with an excuse later.”

He stood in your studio apartment awkwardly, not wanting to sit and get blood on your couch but also losing blood at an alarmingly fast rate and trying to not fall over. You quickly grabbed your medical kit and helped him to the bathroom. 

“Shirt off.” You demanded, setting him on the seat of your toilet. 

“Hey now sweetheart, at least buy me dinner first!” He partially laughed and partially grunted at the pain that shot through his chest. Except you didn't laugh like you normally would, you shot him a look that had his shirt hitting your bathroom tiles in an instant despite how much it hurt.                                                                     You stopped for a moment to really take in the sight before you. His cap was off and his hair fell just above his eyes, but the sides were shaved, his face was perfectly chiseled like it had been handcrafted.

 His nose had clearly been broken multiple times but for you it just added to his charm. Your eyes trailed down to his equally sculpted chest, he wore a pair of dog tags with a gold band threaded in them. He was a soldier, which made so much more sense. His abs rippled with every tense breath, his right side was drenched in the blood that seemed to be oozing from his 8th rib, in that  moment you remember why you were here. He’d been shot and he wanted you to fix him.

“Don’t care if you drool over me as long as you get the job done darlin,” He grunted, snapping you from your daze. You ran back to the kitchen and returned to him with a bottle of whiskey.

“Drink.” You raised the bottle to his lips and he gratefully took it from you. You pulled your hair back tight and sighed as your work uniform would be totally trashed. After washing your hands and sanitizing your tools you got to work kneeling between his legs and resting your arms on his upper thighs. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty nasty, I’ll do my best.”

He said nothing as you worked to clean the wound, you silently prayed that the bullet was lodged in his rib and not somewhere worse. Either way this wasn’t going to be fun for either party involved. You tried your best to feel for the bullet, but you didn't have the right angle with him sitting upright.

“Hey- wait what is your name anyways? I've been trying to get it out of you for ages but you’re always so mysterious at the diner.”

“Frank,” he grunted, taking another swig of whiskey, “Castle.”

“Well Frankie, I’m gonna need you to slide your hips forward I need a better angle.” He nodded and slipped his hips closer to you until you were practically face to face with his hip bones. You had to drown out the hisses and groans that he let out as you carefully sliced his skin and removed the fragmented bullet and the pieces it left behind. Despite the situation you were in, it was hard to work with him being so close to you. He was so caring, and so fucking hot. It was going to be hard to keep him out of your bed.  You finished suturing the cut you had to make and sat back on your heels wiping your brow. 

“Need anything else patched up while I'm sitting here?” You looked at the gash in his nose and lip and then to the cuts on his knuckles. 

“Nah I don’t think it’s anything major, but you could always kiss it to make it better?” You shot up to look in his eyes, and at the big shit eating grin on his face. Was this his plan the whole time? You couldn’t help but giggle as you took his hand and slowly peppered kisses on his knuckles, before slowly moving up to his rib, he hissed at the contact but didn’t pull away. You perched yourself on his lap and peppered kisses, intertwining ‘thank you’s’ between the kisses. You helped clean him off and wrapped his hand and nose before bringing him to your room.

“I have some of my brother’s old clothes, the shirt might fit.” You helped pull it over his head, pulled his boots off and helped him lay in your bed. He laid down but was tense as you changed out of your bloody work uniform.

“I’m so sorry,” 

“For what?” You asked, crawling into the bed.

“For dragging you into this whole...mess.” He sighed, dragging his bandaged hand over his face. You sat in front of him frowning. 

“I may not know you Frank, but if I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be here. I don’t know your situation but get some sleep, let your wound heal up for the night at least.” You caressed his face, he leaned into your touch and you sat with him until he fell asleep. After a few hours you got a text from Joey, the headline read:

The punisher of New York attacks a biker gang in a small Brooklyn diner - ‘This your guy? Nice.’

You turned your head to face the man whose face was nuzzled in the cook of your neck, how could someone the world saw to be evil be curled up in your bed? That would be a question for another day, for now he was all yours.

note: AHHH this was so fun to write I have a couple more im working on as valentines day approaches so stay tuned! I hope yall enjoy! Muah ;)

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