#huft

Only to be nudged by Carlos with 1:17.120 and then by Lewis with 1:17.408... and then of course, he pushed back.

1:17.313... Come on, Charles. Are you doing it so you can be close to your 'teammate' in the stats? Hm??

(i'm new on tumblr and finally find how to make the font itallic 🥺)

Y'know, I was fact checking about FBI agent dating each other and I found this

So yeah they definitely need to keep their relationship in secret since Hector outranks Charlie. They call each other last name, they don't discuss personal matters in the office and they try to keep their hands from each other but!

- The entire office realizes Charlie is wearing a jacket bigger than his size and Hector is now wearing his beige coat after Charlie lost his jacket from the fire. Even when the official jacket is already in stock, Charlie doesn't order it.

- Whenever one of them take a sick leaves, the other will ask for a leave or work from home

- It's literally summer and Charlie wears turtleneck and Hector is in a very good mood. (He doesn't glare at everyone).

- Hector literally eye fucks him whenever he looks at Charlie and sometimes it makes Charlie lowers his gaze, blush creeps on his cheek.

Betty, from the administration : *looking at them* *is ready to stab her eyes with a stapler*

- It was raining, Hector opens his umbrella for Charlie and as they walk in the rain to get home, Hector puts his arm around Charlie's shoulders and positions the umbrella towards the younger man so it covers him more. Making sure he won't be wet.

Richard, another field agent who walks behind them : *using his own jacket over his head, hoping a car would slip and hit him when he crossed the street*

- It was autumn, when Hector get back to their office, he got leaves and dried flower on his shoulder. Charlie couldn't help himself to stroke his shoulder with care to get rid of them.

Jason, who just get back from catching criminals last night and got flu from the cold wind: *silently hoping his snot would totally block his nostril and die*

- They have office night out and Charlie gets really really drunk, he latches onto Hector like an octopus, unintentionally risking their dirty little secret.

Hector : *acknowledging this, takes him in his arm and carry him gently, bridal style* I'll drive him home, it's dangerous if he go home alone in this state

Kate, the field agent who agrees to the night out because she just got dumped : yeah, sure *continues to drink, close to alcohol poisoning*

- Charlie : *dutifully hands over his hat to Hector, who needs to go for a meeting with their informant* Take care, Agent Munday. Text me when you get there.

Hector : *takes the hat and when their fingers touch, he lingers for a second* *nods then leaves*

Erin, the new rookie : *watching the interaction and asks Charlie * awww, you guys are so cute. How long have you been married? Are FBI agents prohibited to wear wedding ring?

Charlie : *chokes on his own spit* we- we are not married! *later that night, when they are having dinner* Hector, why are we not married?

Hector : *misses his steak when he cuts it* you want to marry me? 🥺🥺🥺

Months later, they plans to marry and Charlie went to the HR

Charlie : I'm sorry but I have to tell you that Hector and me have been dat--

I’m mad that Peter’s leaving SVU, and his exit arc very much resembles that of Rafael’s. But his reason for leaving, in my opinion and after watching Chicago Justice, was very much in line with his character. So, as much as I didn’t like how he’s subtly blaming Olivia as an indirect cause for his departure, I am kind of okay because that’s what Peter Stone would’ve done: be as objective as you can, don’t let any emotions get in the way. And being with Olivia was clearly holding him back, as a lawyer (it limits his objective views) and a person (as he sees himself being weak because of this).

So here, enjoy what I’d think would’ve passed in both of their minds during this abrupt goodbye:

“Thank you.” Olivia said with gratitude, finally feeling the burden on her shoulder disappear as the case was finally wrapped up.

“What? Because I put my integrity, my career, and everything I believe in jeopardy for a good friend?” Peter asked, pointing towards the courthouse while sounding exasperated. He wasn’t only frustrated because of the case. Peter looked back towards the woman standing in front of him, this fearless woman who wears her heart on her sleeves, and his heart aches as he let his last moment with Olivia sink into his mind.

“Yes. Yes. And I didn’t ask for this.” Olivia emphasized, wanting to get the message through that she’s grateful of his help.

“I know you didn’t ask for this, but I did it anyway. I was always going to do it.” Peter paused, finally letting a glimpse of his feelings to her, and she sees how her eyes widen in shock at his confession, “I hope you find someone like that again.” As if that wasn’t enough, he could clearly see the gears in Olivia’s mind starting to turn. She tilted her head, trying to search his eyes for the meaning of those words.

“What does that mean?” Somehow, she didn’t need to hear Peter’s answer to know what his sentence meant. His job was cursed in a way after all, not many ADAs was able to maintain the job for a long time. They’d all left: Alex, Casey, Rafael, and now joining them in stepping out of the office is Peter.

“Look at what I just did there? Now I don’t regret any of it for a minute, none of it. I’ve simply lost perspective. This is on me. It’s a weakness, and it’s a crack in my character.” Peter felt his throat tighten as his short time in New York flashed in his eyes: lamenting after his father’s death, the grief after Pam was killed, and the relapse of his drinking habits. He was weak, and Peter couldn’t be weak anymore, he had to be strong to fight in court, he had to be rooted to reality and get his head in the game. “But the fact is, you became more important to me than the case I was trying, and that is not me, Liv.“ And he could see the emotions Olivia displayed disappear as she registered his words, and now all that was left in those brown orbs was pain.

Peter leaned closer and grasped her shoulders with both of his hands, wanting to take one closer look at her, “You could look at a case with an open heart. I can’t do that, I have to- Stop.” He disregarded Olivia calling his name, he had to tell her what he needs to tell, this was his last chance. “I have to look at a case with clear eyes.” And he couldn’t do that with her. Not with her emotions slowly seeping into his career, not with her life gradually mixing up with his.

“Hold on.” Olivia protested, and she remembers Rafael’s painful good bye, and she didn’t want that to happen again. But Peter continues to talk.

“Stop. Just listen. I have to move on. I have to go, or risk getting blinded again.” He reached for her hands now, and as the seconds pass by, he could feel his heart tearing apart quicker. Peter’s now glossy eyes connected with her, and she could feel his own pain, the conflict in his soul was raw as he opened up to her, but she couldn’t seem to open her mouth to speak.

“Wait.” She could only mutter, asking for more time to collect her thoughts, because Olivia didn’t want him to go so soon, and not like this. It didn’t have to be this way, she thought, but Peter was very clear that his goals were already set.