charmingly-evil
Charmingly Evil
I go where the ships take me and will lose myself to the ocean. Currently in love with Mariska Hargitay's gorgeous laugh. Hooked on SVU. Bensler and Kabby give me life.
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Just tonight
Olivia was going to murder Finn.
Olivia was sitting at a trendy restaurant that just opened in the city. Blue, neon lights dangled from the ceiling like a shower of raindrops, its dim lighting providing a cool ambiance to the room. On stage opposite the bar, a washed up looking artist strummed lazily on his guitar, pausing only to drink from his glass of whisky.
Olivia sat opposite her blind date that Finn had set her up with. Her lips were strained into a thin smile I she feigned interest at what he was talking about, while her mind imagined the multiple ways she would kick Finn’s arse at work tomorrow. What the hell was he thinking?
Her date’s name was Steven Ghett, well Dr Steven Ghett as he had reminded her countless times tonight. He was a law professor at Harvard. Apparently, he had turned down an offer to speak at an online early career’s conference at Yale, something he was quick to boast about.
Olivia was just going through the list of excuses she could make to leave right now, when he said,
“So Olivia, how is a beautiful Captain such as yourself still single?”
Then to her horror, she felt his hand slipping under her dress. Olivia immediately sprang back. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Olivia, I’m sorry, I was-“
“I don’t know how your dates go, but a guy at least buys me dinner and asks me two questions about myself before going there. I think we’re finished here,” Olivia said the last part dismissively as if she was ending an interrogation with a perpetrator. She reached for her purse, brushing the ends of her midnight blue dress down.
Steven too was standing up, protesting. “Olivia I’m sorry, please give me another chance.”
“I gave you thirty minutes, we’re done.”
Steven grabbed her wrist as she turned to go, stopping her. “Olivia-“
“You heard the lady”.
Olivia’s eyes leapt up with surprise towards the familiar face. “Elliot?”
Elliot didn’t take his eyes off her date. “Now you better let go of her, or I’ll take care of that hand for you.”
Steven’s eyes shifted between Elliot’s stone-cold gaze and his knuckles, that twitched by his side into tight fist. Steven dropped Olivia’s hand and cleared his throat, averting his gaze from Elliot.
“Olivia, you have my number.”
Then he hurried off.
Olivia huffed, shooting a glare at Elliot. He cracked her a smile. “You’re welcome.”
“I was handling it you know.”
“Hey, I don’t doubt that you would have had that arsehole head locked against the table, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.”
Elliot shrugged off his jacket and slipped into the booth, helping himself to some fries. “So, who was that guy anyway? A date?”
“Well actually, yes,” Olivia said slowly, slipping off her purse and joining Elliot. “A friend set us up. And it’s the last time I go on a blind date. You know he spent the whole night talking about himself and didn’t ask me one question about myself? And he got my name wrong twice, he called me Lydia.”
Elliot exhaled slowly, not believing it. “Forget about him Liv.”
Elliot raised his eyes, taking her in. It may have been a blind date, but it was obvious that Olivia has gone all out for it. Her hair fell in luscious waves around her frame. She wore a midnight blue, V-neck dress, which dipped between her breasts and gathered to the side on her right like curling waves, before flowing out to the other side like a tail. Olivia wore sapphire, tear drop earrings and blue, shimmering eye shadow to compliment her dress.
Elliot could only imagine the time it took her, rushing home from work to feed Noah before getting ready for her date. It made Elliot want to find the man and punch him. “You look stunning Liv. It’s his loss for not appreciating what he had.”
Olivia dipped her head down at the compliment, her lips softening into a small smile. When she looked back up, she saw the familiar, endearing twinkle in his eye. “I wouldn’t usually say yes to meeting a stranger, not when we’re up to our necks with new cases and pushing overtime almost every night this week. But my psychologist encouraged me to ‘get out there and’…” Olivia’s voice trailed off, then she shook her head, wondering why she was telling him this. She returned her gaze to Elliot. “What about you El? This isn’t exactly your vibe.”
Olivia tilted her head to the side, referring to the velvet booths and colourful cocktails with curly plastic straws.
Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Well, ah, I actually was also on a blind date. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to pick the location.”
Olivia’s eyes rounded with surprise. She took a sip of her drink and said casually, her voice trying not to break, “Really? So, how did it go? Better than mine I hope.”
Elliot’s lips tilted into a faint smile. “She seemed interested in a second date. But, ah…I don’t know.” He drummed his fingers against the table, his eyes lowering to the empty whisky glass. “It didn’t feel right, you know?”
Olivia studied him for a moment. “Sometimes it can take time to form a connection. How did you meet her?”
“Fin set me up. It was the second time he had asked me if I was free to meet her, I thought I had better say yes.”
Olivia’s eyes widened with shock, as she muttered under her breath “I am going to kill Fin.” Sensing Elliot’s confusion, Olivia explained, “Fin set me up with my blind date tonight.”
Elliot took a moment to process the news, piecing together what this meant. Realisation dawned in his eyes as he whispered, “that son of a bitch. You think he set us up?”
“Well, do you think it’s a coincidence that we both had blind dates tonight, was set up by the same friend and were told to meet at this bar?”
Elliot shook his head slowly, breathing out a small chuckle. “Do me a favour will you? When you kick his arse tomorrow, take a photo.”
Olivia breathed out an incredulous laugh. “He has some nerve. What the hell was he thinking?”
Elliot shrugged. “Well, it looks like he was trying to see if he could use your failed date to set his friends up?”
“You mean to tell me that he set me up with that jackass on purpose?”
Elliot looked dubious. “I don’t know, my date wasn’t bad. She works as an oncology nurse. Intelligent, sexy, ambitious and charming.”
Olivia took a sip of her wine, pursing her lips as it went down. “That’s quite a list.”
Elliot cast her a look, an amuse smile crawling across his lips. “Is that a hint of jealousy that I detect in your tone captain?”
Olivia almost snorted. “I think you’ve had too much to drink detective.”
“Well, it didn’t matter anyway.”
“Why not?”
“She’s not you Liv.”
His words caught her off guard, like they did two years ago, when he first confessed that he loved her. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled to respond, her mind still scrambling to process his words. Fortunately for Olivia, a waiter came by, offering Elliot a drink menu.
Elliot ordered a whiskey, then returned his gaze to Olivia, who was staring into space.
“Liv?”
Olivia startled, meeting his eyes.
Elliot continued softly, “You know, we never got to pick up our conversation…following that night at yours.”
Olivia blew out a small breath as memories from that night flashed back to her. She remembered the feeling of his body pressed against her, his smell, the way her name fell from his lips…Liv, I care for you.
Olivia remembered how she felt like she was melting into his body.
Elliot asked, “Should I be jealous of other dates?”
Olivia’s lips tilted into the tiniest of smiles at his attempt to lighten the mood. She shook her head slowly and whispered, “No.”
Olivia didn’t miss the way his face lit into a smile.
“So, you said that you weren’t ready for this back then.”
Olivia hadn’t realised that she had been nervously fiddling with the stem of the wine glass until Elliot gently reached for her fingers, stopping her. Olivia glanced down at their intertwined fingers.
Elliot asked her softly, “Liv, where are we now?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to think about it since that night…”
Elliot caught her gaze. “And if you think about it now?”
Olivia could feel his fingers drawing circles around the back of her thumb, and it made her breath catch in her throat once more. It made it near impossible for her to think.
Finally, Olivia said, “I want to El. I really do…I just don’t know if I can trust you.”
Elliot swallow, then he said, “Okay. What if I don’t ask for your trust, but just one date?”
Olivia raised her eyebrows, curious at his suggestion. Elliot, sensing her openness, quickly encouraged her. ‘Just one date Liv, that’s all I’m asking.”
Olivia studied him closely, then said, “Alright detective, you have your chance. One date.”
Elliott’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Olivia bit back a smile, a twinkle in her eye. “You can have me for tonight”. Then she leaned in closer, her voice a smoky whisper as she said, “So detective, what will you do with me?”
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fun fact I dictated this entire fanfic because I'm slowly losing the functioning of my hands since I was diagnosed with neurogenic thoracic outlet syndrome. Fingers crossed and please pray for me that will work so I can get better and get back to typing more bensler!
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"I know [you know] Chris Meloni has my back and he'd kill anybody that messed with me."
(my twitter)
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Elliot, it's me.
I heard what happened.
Well, actually, I'm gonna wait for you to tell me what happened.
Um, call me back.
I'm here.
🤍
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Anyone got a clip of the voice cameo from Mariska in the oc episode?
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Anyone know where I can watch s25 of svu from Australia? Please help!
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Abigail is a bitch - DA
So I'm way late to watching this and am on season 1. But why does nobody talk about how much of a bitch Abigail is? She sabotages Tara's audition, steals, plagerizes her assignment, is constantly belittling those around her and goes out of her way to embarrass, hurt and isolate Tara? She's just so cruel! And nobody calls her out on her bad behaviour and she always seems to get away with it. I see a lot of people online hating on Tara but not calling Abigail out?
So does she redeem herself? Apologise to others? Or what?
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MAYBE I'M CLOWNING BUT ONE DAY IT'S NOT GONNA BE UNDERCOVER
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She says there’s a new hit listed… with a $50,000 bounty on each of our heads.
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