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Patti Lupone as Lydia Lebasi in Law and Order SVU (2015)

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I’ve been watching you.

Not in the creepy way — well, maybe just a little. But only because I know what you’re looking for.

You pause when he’s on screen. You replay the way he leans in, voice low, like every word is just for you. You pretend it’s casual. It’s not.

You’re not here by accident.

You want the part of Carisi that doesn’t follow rules. The part that doesn’t wait for permission. The sharp edge. The heat under the surface.

This blog is for the thoughts you don’t say out loud. The ones that wake you up at night and leave you flushed.

If you’re here, you already crossed a line.

Summary: Character requested by @a-folkwhore. After cancelling every dinner date one week, you finally get frustrated and are very keen to let him know.

Masterlist

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It had been a week of canceled plans. Seven long days of you waiting outside the precinct, only to get a last-minute text or a quick apology as Fin dashed off to handle yet another case. You understood, his job was demanding, and people’s lives depended on him, but understanding didn’t make the disappointment sting any less. By Friday night, your patience had run out.

Standing outside the precinct once again, you felt the frustration bubbling inside you. The city was alive around you, its usual energy doing little to calm the storm in your chest. When the door finally opened and Fin stepped out, you didn’t greet him with your usual smile.

“Another night, huh?” you said, crossing your arms. Your tone was sharper than you intended, but you couldn’t help it. “What’s the excuse this time?”

Fin stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” you snapped, “that I’m tired of being stood up. Every single night this week, Fin. Every night. Do you know how that feels?”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Look, I’m sorry. Things have been crazy with the cases lately. You know that.”

“I do know that,” you shot back. “But do you know what I want? Just one night. One dinner. One conversation that doesn’t end with you running off to chase down some perp. Is that really too much to ask?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he was going to walk away. Instead, he turned to face you fully, his eyes narrowing. “You think I like canceling on you? You think I enjoy this? This job… it’s not nine to five. It’s not predictable. People’s lives are on the line, and I can’t just clock out because you want a burger.”

The words stung, but you refused to back down. “It’s not just about the burger, Fin. It’s about feeling like I matter. Like I’m not just some afterthought you squeeze in between cases. I get it, your job is important, but… so am I.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Finally, Fin’s expression softened, and he let out a heavy sigh.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “You do matter. More than I probably let on. I… I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in everything, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been letting you down.”

The sincerity in his voice made your anger melt away, replaced by a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, too. I know your job isn’t easy. I just… I miss you, Fin.”

He stepped closer, his gaze steady. “I’ve been wanting to take you to this diner for weeks. Best greasy burgers in the city. It’s my favorite spot, and I’ve been saving it for a night we could actually enjoy it. Let me make it up to you. Tonight. No excuses.”

You hesitated, studying his face. He looked tired, but there was a determination in his eyes that you couldn’t ignore. Finally, you nodded. “Okay. But if you cancel on me again, I’m not waiting outside. I’m coming in there and dragging you out myself.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Fair enough. Now come on. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

The walk to the diner was quieter than usual, but the tension between you had eased. By the time you reached the small, cozy spot, the smell of sizzling beef and fresh fries was enough to make you forget your frustration entirely. The waitress greeted Fin like an old friend, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“This your usual haunt?” you asked as you slid into the booth across from him.

“Something like that,” he said, shrugging. “Figured I’d finally share it with you.”

The food arrived quickly, and the first bite of the burger was enough to make you let out an involuntary hum of approval. Fin watched you with a smug expression, leaning back in his seat.

“Told you,” he said. “Best burgers in the city.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide your smile. “Alright, you win. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he replied, his tone teasing.

As the night went on, the two of you fell into your usual rhythm, the earlier argument fading into the background. You joked, teased, and laughed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you had Fin all to yourself.

When you finally left the diner, the city was quieter, the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. Fin slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” he said. “I know I’m not the easiest person to be with.”

“You’re worth it,” you replied, leaning into him. “Just don’t forget to let me know every once in a while that I’m worth it, too.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you. “You are. More than you know. And I’ll do better. I promise.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in the best way. You smiled, reaching up to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Good. Now, let’s get you home before another case pops up and ruins the moment.”

Season 1 Liv [1x12 — Russian Love Poem]

life got hectic and i’ve missed a few seasons so we’re starting from the very beginning once again, look forward to more posts of the 1.0 cast

found a mistake in the law and order svu confidential book. 100 percent sure Kim Rollins is Amanda's criminal sister and not a detective.

Third POV

"What the hell were you thinking?" Rafael says, marching alongside you after a long long day trying to catch a predator and possibly putting yourself in harms way to get the creep to incriminate himself. "I was thinking that I'm a detective and can easily and willingly use myself as bait when the situation arises," You say defensively, "Olivia said it was fine," You reassure and he sighs to himself,

"When you do things like this it makes it harder for me to do my job!" He exclaims as you both approach his apartment front door, "So why did you invite me over to your place then?" You ask, dusting the snow off of your coat, as he unlocks the door to his large home.

"Because now after you did this I need to prepare you for what they could ask you on the stand tomorrow!" He exclaims "I've been on the stand before, Barba,"

He mumbles something in Spanish to himself before allowing both of you inside the apartment. He immediately goes to the bar cart to pour a drink and you slide your coat off your shoulders, happy to be out of the New York City snowstorm.

"Besides, with this storm I guarantee the trial date is going to have to be pushed back. No way these roads will be clear by morning," "Great. So another day the man who tried to rape you will spend another day not facing punishment,"

"Is that what this is about? You're mad that he tried to go after me," "He didn't 'go after you', Y/N, he had you pinned against the wall and said what he wanted to do to you. I had to hear all of that," "You're not mad because I made the case harder for you. You're mad because I was in danger," You say, voice softer now as Rafael bites his cheek, looking out the window.

"Rafa," You say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. "Olivia said something to me today. It's had me thinking a lot," "Well tell me. You know you can tell me anything," You say, feeling his warmth now that you're sitting so close.

"It was nothing. I assume you're right about the case, but you should still stay here," "Hm?" You ask, trying to not focus too much on the fact that he completely changed the subject. "The snow storm is forecasted to make the roads dangerous. Stay here with me," He says and you feel your heart melt.

The light in the apartment is dim. The only light flickers from the gas fireplace that Rafael clicked on when you both came in. He swirls his drink in his hand as you sit inches away from him, both listening to the crackling of the fire.

The lights of NYC light up the windows as snow falls at a fast speed. "You asked me here because you wanted to be with me and know I'm safe," You whisper and he bites his lip, and your heart begins to race.

"Rafa," You say, inching closer to him and he shifts in his seat, "Olivia said that-well she asked if this case is going to be too personal for me because it involves you," "Wait what?" You ask, stomach now doing flips, "She thought that I was too close to this case because it involves you,"

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch Rafael, your best friend in this whole world, put his drink down on the coffee table. This is not nearly the first time you've been here to talk about cases or just spend time with each other, but it's always been just that...nothing more than just friends.

"That makes sense. She knows we're good friends," "No. That's not it and you know it," He says, now looking you in the eyes as you fiddle with your fingers. "me has embrujado" he whispers to himself before glancing back up at you. "She was right, Y/N. I don't know how to win this case without wanting to rip this guy apart with my bare hands," Rafael says, and without another word, you put both hands on the sides of his face and kiss him gently.

He smiles into the kiss before placing a hand on the side of your head, "How long have you felt this way?" "Since the moment I met you," He says before kissing you again, laying you back down against the soft couch, letting the firelight illuminate each other's features.