#danielle talks about svu

[champagns]

“     i  mean,  based  off  all  the  criminal  minds  and  svu  i’ve  watched;  i  think  that  means  that  one  of  them  is  about  to  be––     ”     thumb  glides  across  her  throat  and  tongue  pokes  out  from  the  corner  of  her  mouth,  feigning  a  dead  expression  then  realizing  she  probably shouldn’t  joke  about  the  fate  of  two  girls…  even  though  they  joke  about  everything.  like  cristian  getting  possessed  by  a  cannibalistic  demon  or  lana  passing  out  after  finding  out  her  serial  killer  father  had  escaped  from  prison.  talk  about  mysterybuster  moments  that  altered  their  brain  chemistry.  humor  is  just  how  they  cope,  or  at  least  that’s  how  eli  and  nessa  do.     “     or  not.  i  don’t  know  and  i’d  hate  to  find  out  when  it’s  too  late.     ”     replays  the  scene  in  her  head,  easy  enough  to  do  so  since  she  can  recall  any  vision  she’s  ever  had  as  vividly  as  the  first  time.  even  if  it  was  something  she  had  seen  years  ago,  like  her  aunt  gabby’s  friends  who  had  been  murdered  by lana's father ( yet again. damn, did that man get around ) when  she  was  barely  six.  checks  out  her  freshly  tended  to  injury  and  she  gives  eli  two  thumbs  up.     “     literally  thank  you  so  much.  add  personal  nurse  to  the  list  of  things  you  re  to  me.  you  know,  right  after  best  friend,  fellow  ghost  hunter  and  occasional  airbnb  host.     ”     you  know,  since  she  spends  a  lot  of  nights  here.  as  a  friend,  obviously.  mention  of  silverwood  has  her  visibly  shuddering  which  in  turn  makes  her  reach  out  to  pet  the  cat  again,     “     can’t  be  silverwood.  open  and  shut  case.  unless  someone  went  back  and  unleashed  another  fucking  curse  on  us.     ”     but  nessa  really  doubts  it,  is  sure  they  would  have  all  been  informed  if  something  on  that  scale  was  happening  again.  it’s  most  likely  that  these  girls  she’s  seeing  are  unrelated  and  clearly  in  need  of  her  help.  shoulders  drop  and  she  sighs.  with  great  power  (  clairvoyance  )  comes  great  responsibility…  suddenly  she’s  a  horror  variant  of  spiderman.     “     has  to  be  happening  somewhere  else.  this  is  where  you  come  in.     ”     leans  forward  as  if  she’s  about  to  present  to  him  the  worlds  best  business  deal.     “     you’re  like,  the  best  researcher  i  know  on  the  team.  aside from  daniel…  and  vee…  ooh  and  blair  too.     ”     besides  the  point,     “     you  know  what  i’m  trying  to  say.  i  need  you  to  snoop  around,  see  if  you  can  find  anything  that  aligns  with  everything  i’ve  been  seeing.     ”

okay , maybe it's ELI'S FAULT that he gets kicked . he isn't paying attention to what he's doing at all , too enthralled by her story . ( though , to be quite honest , she could be giving a thorough rundown of the weather for the week & he'd treat it like gospel , latching onto every word and suckling for all of its glory . ) when her foot connects with his shin , he can't help but cry out . " —- OUCH ! " he slaps a hand over the offended spot & tries to appear less injured than he is . it won't even form the makings of a bruise , but he's never been good with pain , all of those years of bullying aside. " it's fine , " he winces , rubbing at his shin . he'll shake it off . her story is far more important .

he tunes back into what she's saying , his heart falling to his stomach when she tells him there are two girls this time . two . " ... does that mean they have a better chance of being okay ? " he asks , though he knows her guess is as good as his . there's no way of predicting what her visions meant , but the scenery alone told him that the girls she saw were in trouble . he doesn't know how to help them . he just knows they need help . they need their help . he finishes disinfecting nessa's wound as he chews on his thoughts , carefully turning each one over in his head before he speaks a single word aloud . he stares at tippi with a slight frown on his face , though he's hardly paying attention to the cat . " maybe they're kidnappings , " he says after a moment . " maybe something that happened in silverwood ? or —- ... is happening somewhere ? "

[bensonstablers]

I don't know, I feel like if they wanted to destroy Barba's character (or wanted to be successful in doing so) then they would've had him continue to be Wheatley's lawyer once the trial was over.

I think Barba's reasonings for taking the case were sound and did fit in with this character (to some degree). Naturally there were bits that felt OOC but not enough to be alarming. And like, he and Liv (and others) will definitely end up on good terms again (although I don't always trust the writers and suspect they'll have them reconcile only when absolutely necessarily).

Not to mention, there was such a good job done of Barba's expressions/reactions throughout. You could see him being apprehensive about Wheatley even though he thought the case was worth working on. And his expression when Liv said she felt betrayed showed how much that affected him. There were other little moments too. He wasn't heartless or taking the case to spite his friends or anything. And again, I think him turning down Wheatley once the trial was over shows it really was about that specific case (and the details of it in terms of police work and evidence) and not because it was Wheatley.

Barba thought going into it was that there was room for reasonable doubt and that the evidence was sketchy (as well as the procedures taken, like having Elliot involved from the start). We as an audience know that Wheatley is involved in some way and that he's a horrible, dangerous man but people like Barba can't be sure if he's to blame for the crime at hand (Kathy's murder) when the evidence and whatnot is shaky (especially from an outside perspective). And hell, maybe he wasn't involved. Based on the OC 2x09 ending, maybe it was all Angela. (Although I doubt he wasn't involved at least to some degree).

I think Barba being brought in for the reasons he was actually sheds light on how the investigation was handled at times and highlights how good Wheatley (and/or his family) are good at covering their tracks and/or deflecting attention away from themselves. I think the balance between helping the plot and keeping Barba in character could've been a bit better but it was still there. And it was perfectly clear it was the case and how it was handled that attracted Barba to become involved and not the fact that it was against his friends (/loved ones) and certainly not because of Wheatley.

Honestly, for me at least, the major downside is that it'll probably be a while before he appears again (or is mentioned as having appeared in canon but off camera) and he and Liv (and whoever else) catch up again. I do also think there could have been more time dedicated to Liv and Barba actually talking post trial to discuss in more detail why he took the case to really solidify it was about upholding the law and making law enforcement responsible for how they tackle cases so that no one, but particularly someone with less power than Wheatley, doesn't get trapped in the system but alas.

Either way, Barba, my love, I hope the writers bring you back again soon 💙

[rahleeyah]

Just to clarify, I don't think they started filming the finales yet. They were just going into prep this week for them, I believe. That's probably why they have reruns next week.

There's some confusion on this point bc Danielle said they were filming 21 last night when m & c were on set with Denis and then lightbulb said m isn't in the oc finale - which would be 21 - but she is confirmed for the og finale and someone said SVU wrapped 20 before oc was filming their 20 this week with c & m & the crowbar and the moral of all this is: none of us knows what's happening 🤣🤣🤣 not me, certainly lmao but I'm also ok with that? We're gonna be watching these episodes real soon and I've never been concerned with like. How the sausage gets made. Sometimes stuff gets filmed - like m bowling - and never makes it to air or gets tucked into another episode and it doesn't matter, really, what we think we know now. In a couple of weeks we'll have the epis and it won't matter if we interpreted the signs in the entrails of social media correctly.

Now, circling back to the earlier anon and something I mentioned above, lightbulb did say that as far as he knows (which is such a weird passive aggressive way to frame a statement he didn't need to be making in the first place) m is not in the oc finale. So if that anon's concerns were around us not getting EO in the finales, that is certainly a possibility - esp if svu hasn't filmed their finale yet and isn't planning to bring Chris on board for it, but if I was running it I'd keep my mouth shut and film c & m for a finale indoors - but we are gonna get eo the week before so I'm not too bothered about it.

I really don't think all the prognostication is good for us tho. I think it breeds anxiety and discontent. I think we're better off just talking to each other and waiting to see what we get.

[babbysquid]

Not A Whiskey Drinker

Author’s Note: Okay weeee I’m super excited about this. I’m really happy with how this first chapter turned out and I already have plans for future chapters. I am such a sucker for Whiskey and I can’t wait to write more.

Warnings: some slight cursing

Length: 1,934 words

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For as much as you loved New York City, you absolutely hated its winters. Snow in the countryside was beautiful; white and fluffy, it stayed perfect for days on end. Snow in the concrete jungle however; wet, slushy, and turned disgusting in a matter of hours. Trudging your way through Central Park, the snow and salt crunching beneath your feet, you mind drifted. You had just been let go from you recent job, a personal assistant at a high end marketing office. Sighing to yourself and thinking about the possibility of moving back home your foot slipped. Before you could catch yourself you shut your eyes tight, preparing to land hard on your ass. But that smack never came. Opening one eye you were standing face to face with…

“A cowboy?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the man in front of you.

“In the flesh.” came the sweetest accent.

Opening your other eye you realized that the cowboy in front of you had snaked a hand around your waist. No wonder you hadn’t fallen. A beat passed and you realized the cowboy still had his arm around you. You stepped away and out of his hold.

“Thank you.” you said, giving an awkward cough and taking a closer look at you savior.

Not to be a cliché, but he was tall, dark, and handsome. Atop his head was a black Stetson, an odd sight in the middle of New York City. He had a perfectly trimmed mustache, and a small smirk underneath it. You silently thanked the cold for hiding the blush that crept up your face. The redness could easily be passed off as a flush from the biting wind.

“Anytime darlin’.” he said, shooting you a wink with eyes that you felt could swallow you whole. “Anyways, I best be on my way.”

Giving you a dazzling smile, he tipped the end of his hat with a gloved hand and brushed past you. You could’ve sworn that his hand grazed yours, but because of your thick mittens it was hard to tell.

Shivering slightly to yourself, you pulled your coat tighter around you and continued your walk to your apartment.

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Unlocking your door and sighing to yourself you looked around your small studio apartment. It wasn’t much, but over the past year it had become your home. Shucking your jacket off you headed to the couch and sat down to pull off your shoes.

‘Guess I won’t be here much longer’ you thought to yourself.

After making yourself a steaming cup of tea you decided you may as well look at your email. Two days ago when you were told of your “dismissal” you had signed up for a couple different job search sites. If you were lucky enough maybe someone would offer you an interview, but your hopes were low.

You crossed your legs underneath you trying to generate as much heat as possible. As much as you loved your tiny apartment, it was an older building so the heating was shit to say the least. You clicked on the mail icon on your desktop and silently prayed to yourself. 10 new emails. Maybe there was hope.

10 Kale Dishes That’ll Be Sure To WOW Your Houseguests!

WARNING — WE HAVE DETECTED MALWARE

Most of the emails were similar to those: junk and spam, until your eyes landed on the last email.

RE: Y/N Y/L/N Job Opportunity FOUND!

Your eyes widened at the subject. Clicking on the email you realized that it wasn’t a scam, it had really come from one of the job search sites. Swallowing hard you hoped that it wasn’t just an offer from one of those salad making chain restaurants. You had your fair share of beginner jobs; barista, Subway, etc. After getting a taste of something more professional, you knew that that’s where you were meant to be. Besides, the pay that Starbucks gave was certainly not enough to live in New York City on your own.

Dear Ms. Y/L/N,

My name is Mr. Daniels and I am writing to inform you of opening at Statesmen Brewery, the New York City branch. I have been in search for a PA since my previous one left. After reading your resume I have become very interested in your skills and talents. Please let me know what days you are free in the coming week.

Jack Daniels

Head of Statesmen NYC Branch

You snorted at the sign off. There was no way someone’s real name was Jack Daniels and worked for a brewery. It was comedic to say the least, but there was no harm in responding to his email and getting an interview. Maybe this was your chance to stay in the city you loved, even if its winter was disgusting. Taking a sip of your tea you started to write out your response.

Mr. Daniels,

Thank you so much for your offer. I am very interested in an interview and am free Monday all day. Please let me know what time is best for you. Is there anything specific I should bring besides a printout of my resume and documents?

Thank you for your consideration,

Y/N Y/L/N

It was currently Friday so you had the whole weekend to prep yourself for the interview. If you were honest, the idea of an interview created a small pit in your stomach. It had been over a year since you’d been interviewed for a job.

May as well do some research on Statesmen.

Pulling open a new browser you typed in ‘Statesmen Brewery’ and clicked on their website. Clearly the company had some tech savvy people working for them as their website was modern and easy to navigate.

Statesmen Brewery has been brewing fine whiskey since 1885 and serving people all across the country and world.

No wonder you never heard of the company, you had never been big on whiskey.

The brewery had its start in a small barn in Kentucky and has since expanded to include two offices in New York, New York and Los Angeles, California. While our reach is wide, we consider every employee and consumer of our alcohol a close family member.

The rest of the front page went on to describe their whiskey and how smooth it was, as well as some fun facts about the company. You closed your laptop and picked up your tea, holding it close to your face and letting go of the tension in your shoulders that you didn’t realize was there. Before you could fully relax you heard your phone buzz on the couch cushion next to you.

It was your best friend Parker. When you first moved to NYC you decided to visit a small bookstore/coffee shop and accidentally grabbed the wrong drink. Turns out that drink belonged to Parker. She had come to the coffee shop to work on a script for an up and coming TV show that was set to be filmed in the city. The two of you became fast friends. You were slightly jealous of the girl as she really had landed her dream job.

Opening the text she had sent it was a photo of her holding a script she had written. Her round face was pulled up into a smile, her auburn hair slightly frizzed from what seemed to be an all nighter. You smiled at the photo and read the text that followed.

Guess who just finished her first script for SVU!

Quickly you typed out a response:

Congrats! Proud of you P. I have some good news too. Landed an interview with a fancy brewery.

Suddenly your phone buzzed nonstop, Parker was calling you.

You pressed the button to answer the phone and before you could say anything a scream hit your ears.

“AHHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!!!!”

“Haha, thanks Parker. Honestly I’m a bit nervous. I did some research and the company seems to be a pretty big deal.”

“What’s the company?”

“Statesmen Brewery.”

“Oh shit my parents love their stuff.”

“I literally know nothing about whiskey other than the fact that I don’t like it. I feel stressed. The interview is on Monday.”

“I’ll come over tomorrow and help you with prep. Also you know I gotta help pick out the perfect interview outfit.”

“Thanks babe. You’re the best.”

“I know.”

You snorted at her response. Parker was confident, and more importantly confident in you. The thought of having her help you prep eased the knot in your stomach.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent talking to Parker over the phone. Eventually the two of you ended your call and you were left to do some random chores around your place. As you mopped the floor you slipped a bit but caught yourself before you fell over. Your mind flashed back to earlier in the day.

At the time you didn’t realize how strong the cowboy’s grip was, but it was not overpowering. You remembered how gentlemanly he was. Looking back on it you tried to remember his face. While it was a short interaction, you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eyes. Sighing softly you tried to remember the last time you went on a date. It had been several months ago. Your busy PA job never really allowed for romantic relationships. Shaking your head you got on with your day, finishing your chores, eating some leftover Chinese food for dinner, and sinking deep into your bed.

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You were awoken by a knock on your door. Grunting as you got out of bed you swung open the door. The only person who would bother to come over without letting you know was Parker. Your suspicions were correct as she walked through the threshold and made herself at home, talking a mile a minute the entire time.

“Okay so first we need to talk about clothing options.” she said dumping her bag on your couch.

“Not prepping for the interview?” you said giving her a confused look.

Parker sighed.

“Look, I already know you have this interview in the bag. Sure, you may not like whiskey, but you are a wonderful person. While you may be stubborn” you frowned at her comment, “that can be super helpful in interviews. You are a go getting Y/N. I have no doubts about that.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Fashion show time!” she said, opening the small closet and rummaging around to find something suitable.

After an hour had passed the two of you finally settled on a suitable outfit. It was professional but still had a touch of you in it. A simple black skirt with a fun silky button down shirt that had a cool pattern on it. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t deny that Parker knew what she was doing when it came to fashion.

“Okay finishing touch time.” she said as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt.

“Parker! This is a job interview, not a date.”

“Ugh. It’s a brewery, they’re gonna be more relaxed about these things. Plus you never know, this Jack Daniels could be a cutie.” she said, giving you a wink.

You chuckled and shook your head. Parker was eccentric but you really did love her. You still had a small bit of anxiety running through your body, but the help of your best friend made you feel more positive about Monday. Maybe you’d be able to stay in New York. Maybe this job might be better than the previous.

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

RPTL- Say What?

A/N: Sorry I’m late posting this. The weekend was a bit harder on me than expected and I forgot until this morning at work

Summary: Danielle takes the photos to her Uncle

Pairing: Eventually Elliot x fem!OC

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, assault, PTSD. Will add more as needed

Word Count: 844

Danielle woke a few hours later feeling refreshed. Since her attack she hadn't been able to sleep without being plagued by nightmares. Until now that is. She stretched and stilled as she felt warm muscle beneath her. She opened her eyes and stared intensely. Her heartbeat picked up slightly and butterflies stirred in her belly. 

Elliot was laying on his back, one hand up under his head, his other arm around Danielle holding her close. His chest rose and fell with his soft breaths. His normally tense face was relaxed, making him look slightly younger than he actually was. His lips were slightly parted, the sound of his breathing escaping them with each exhale. He was unaware he was being watched.

Danielle slowly moved from his arms as not to wake him and made her way to the bathroom. She brushed her hair and washed her face. She changed into a different long sleeve and pants that weren't wrinkled from being slept in. After that she slipped her shoes on and went back to the bedroom. 

He was awake when she returned. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He smiled at her. "Hey. Did you sleep okay?" He hadn't felt her tossing and turning, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. Nightmares could have plagued her without his knowing. 

She felt her cheeks flush slightly under his gaze. She wasn't sure how he felt about them being cuddled up to each other. "Yeah. I slept well. Best sleep I've had in awhile. Thanks for staying with me."

Elliot smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. "Anytime."

Danielle's eyes darted everywhere as she and Elliot made their way into the prescient. She felt a lot better with him at her side, but after what happened that morning she was still on edge. She was expecting someone to jump out at her at any point;acting like a rabbit being stalked by a fox. She was extremely on edge. 

Elliot sensed her unease and gently took her hand, squeezing it comfortingly. "It's okay. I'm here with you. No one in this place will hurt you. I promise," he said softly as the elevator opened for them to get in.

She looked up at him. "I know you won't and I don't think Munch would either. Or Olivia, but I don't know the others or trust them not to try something." It would be a long time before she didn't assume the worst of every man she came across. Her trust in Elliot started with her uncle and the ways in which he proved himself already. 

"I know and that's okay. I don't want you scared is all."

She nodded and smiled a little. She didn't feel scared with him right there. Not like she would if she was alone. 

The elevator dinged and opened up on the SVU squad room. She felt a few eyes on her as they walked toward Donald's office. The door was open so she didn't bother knocking. She walked in and took a seat. 

Donald looked at her and then to Elliot. His jaw clenched as he saw the state of his niece. Even with Elliot cleaning up her injuries they were noticeable. "What the hell happened?" He did his best to keep his tone even and calm, but the anger slipped in. 

"It isn't his fault, Uncle Don. I slipped out this morning thinking it would be okay. Garret found me. Threatened me. I'm not backing down though." She reached into her bag and pulled out the photos she had. She handed them over to him. "Thought this would help you find them. Garret Evans is right there. He's the one that assaulted me this morning." She tapped the photo. "This one here is Dante Matthews. And this is Malcom-"

A knock on the door interrupted her. She looked over to see Olivia standing in the door. The look on her face was one of concern and confusion. "Sorry to interrupt Captain, but there's a man here that says he will only talk to you."

Donald raised a brow. "Who is he and did he say what he wanted to talk about? I'm doing something important right now."

Olivia glanced toward Danielle. "He claims he needs to explain about an incident he was in. His name is Malcom Leinheart."

Danielle paled. The mere mention of Malcom being in the same building as her was sending her into a panic. Her heart was racing and felt like it was in her throat while her stomach churned and threatened to expel its contents. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed Elliot's. 

Elliot reached up with his other hand and cupped her cheek. He locked eyes with her and placed her hand on his chest. "Breath with me. You're okay."

Once she began to calm down the words Olivia spoke moments before finally clicked. Malcom wasn't confessing; he was there to tell some other version of the truth. She looked at Olivia with anticipation and hope. "He what?!"

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[kat-tamin]

welcome to new york

Back in 2011, Amanda searches the streets of New York for the cure to her loneliness. In the dark room of a strip club, she finds it in the intoxicating eyes of a dancer named Miss Kitty.

Ship: Kat x Amanda

Warnings: Stripping, Nudity, Lap Dance, Grinding, Dry Humping. As smutty as it can get without any real sex.

Word Count: 1886

A city with eight million people and Amanda was alone. She woke up alone, went to work alone, and came home alone.

She wasn’t expecting a welcome party when she transferred to Manhattan SVU, but she had hoped for some sort of warm welcome. Instead, she was brushed off by her Detective Benson, someone she had looked up to, had hoped for some sort of connection to. 

For weeks she dreamed of Atlanta, of home. It wasn’t home anymore and it never would be again. That’s what hurt the most.

Most days after her shift, Amanda would wander the streets of her neighbourhood, trying to find somewhere to go, somewhere bearable. A restaurant, a bar, a club. Somewhere she could talk to someone, anyone, about something, anything. An escape from the heaviness of the precinct and the emptiness of her apartment.

She found some place with a very generic façade, no windows, named after some guy. Her interest was piqued by the crowd of people waiting to get in, huddled together to block the autumn wind.

She didn’t notice that most of them were men.

Because, as she learned when she entered the main room, this was a strip club.

She snorted to herself as she took in the room. It was dimly lit except for the stage lights. The music was loud, instantly making Amanda’s head pound. It smelled of booze and sweat. The men all had hungry looks on their faces. It was a cliché of a strip club, like it should be in a movie or something. It almost didn’t seem real.

Amanda had gone to plenty of gentlemen’s clubs before, for work and for fun, so she wasn’t nervous as she sat at a table, turning her body to get a good look at the stage.

The dancer was already fully nude, obviously just finishing up her set. The stage was covered in bills, but not as much as Amanda would expect. As she watched the woman twirl around the pole, she could see why: she wasn’t good. Either she had been doing this for far too long or not long enough. There was no energy to her dance. She didn’t want to be there, and you could tell by her dancing. 

A waitress came by, and Amanda asked for a glass of Jack Daniels, neat. She sipped it as the girl finished her set to tepid applause. She watched the workers gather up all the money. She wondered if the dancer would be happy with what she got, or if she would try to make it up somehow, in a different sort of way. 

The thought made Amanda’s stomach clench. SVU really had fucked with her thoughts, made her too aware of the sad, poor girls. Everywhere she looked in this city, she saw the potential victims, just trying to get by in this fucked up world.

In another life, that would have been her.

“Please, welcome to the stage… Miss… Kitty!”

The crowd cheered, far louder than the dancer before. This next girl must be a crowd favourite. The cheers turned to cat calls and meows as the dancer through the curtain, dressed in black lingerie, complete with cat ears and a tail.

The music started, the beat crawling into Amanda’s body. The dancer stepped further into the spotlight, and Amanda got a good look at her face.

She was young, far too young for this sort of place. Her face was clear and bright, with full, pink cheeks. Her body was strong, and as she started to move, Amanda could see why. 

Miss Kitty (what an awful name) could do tricks and spins that seemed far too advanced for someone so young. It was like she was defying gravity. She had to have been a gymnast in another life, because she used the pole like an Olympian would use the parallel bars.

That was when Amanda was struck by a thought, like a lightning bolt to the skull. 

Miss Kitty was having fun.

She was laughing as she hooked her leg around the pole, taking off her top with one hand, letting her breasts free to the delight of the men at her feet. She was smiling as she did the splits, teasing an audience member with a come hither motion.

It was like nothing Amanda had ever seen before. Most strippers were emotionless, like robots that were trained to dance. They lived hard lives and you could see it on their faces and bodies.

But Miss Kitty was electrifying. Intoxicating.

She was exactly what Amanda needed.

At that moment, her waitress came back to check on her. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Another whiskey, please. And maybe…” Amanda’s eyes flitted back to Miss Kitty. “A private dance? With her?”

“That can be arranged.”

Amanda had never received a lap dance before, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. Anxiety started to build in her body as she waited in the private room for Miss Kitty. She felt like a pervert, like the men she arrested on a daily basis. She sat in the chair, her heart picking up speed, sweat beading at her hairline. The man outside had only told her one thing before she entered: “Don’t touch the dancers.”

Her fingers flexed reflexively, like the rule was an itch she couldn't scratch. She may not always act like it, but in her heart, Amanda was a good girl. She would listen, and try not to touch Miss Kitty.

“Hey.”

Amanda glanced up as the door opened, Miss Kitty entering. If she was surprised to see a woman waiting for her, the dancer didn’t show it.

“Hey,” Amanda said, her voice high and nervous. Her knee jiggled, shaking her body.

“What’s your name, baby?” Miss Kitty asked, cocking a hip. Her lips were painted a deep red and they stuck out in a slight pout. Her face was beautiful, like she had jumped off a renaissance painting.

“Amanda.”

“Amanda.” The sound of her name in Miss Kitty’s mouth sent shivers down Amanda’s spine. “That’s a pretty accent, baby. You from around here?”

Did most dancers start off with small talk? Was this weird? “Atlanta. Just moved here.”

“Well,” Miss Kitty said, with a smirk. “Thank you for coming to see me tonight. Let’s have some fun, okay baby?”

From somewhere above their heads, a beat dropped and with it, Miss Kitty’s robe. She had shed her ears and tail, and was now wearing a simple burgundy set that reminded Amanda of red wine. 

Her body was even more spectacular up close: tight muscles in her arms and legs with juicy curves everywhere else. Her ass reminded Amanda of the juicy peaches from back home. Her skin was golden brown, like caramel or maple syrup. Delicious and dangerous.

She started to dance slow and sensual, her brown eyes never leaving Amanda’s.

“You probably don’t get a lot of women in here, huh?” Amanda couldn’t help but ask, feeling self conscious and out of place. She didn’t know if she was supposed to talk or not, but she felt like she needed Kitty’s reassurance.

“More than you’d think, actually,” Kitty said over her shoulder. She dropped into a low squat, shaking her ass in time with the song. “Not as many as I’d like.”

She was mesmerizing. Amanda couldn’t take her eyes off of her. “You prefer women?”

Kitty slowly undid the straps of her top. Amanda’s mouth went dry as she let it go. Her breasts were spectacular, perky and perfect. Kitty came closer to Amanda, straddling her waist. Amanda could smell her flowery perfume. 

“Men like to bend the rules too much,” Kitty answered, pressing her chest against Amanda. “In life, they feel they can do whatever they want. They’re not afraid of getting in trouble.” 

Kitty ground down on Amanda’s lap, heat flooding to her core. Amanda bit her lip, willing her blood to cool. Her nails dug into the palm of her hands, trying to stop herself from touching the woman on her lap.

“But women,” Kitty went on, hooking an arm around Amanda’s neck. “They’re afraid of everything. They’re afraid of getting in trouble, to make noise. Even more, they’re afraid of getting what they want, because they feel like they don’t deserve it. So they don’t ask.”

Kitty leaned in, her mouth a hair's breadth away from Amanda’s lips. “What do you want, Amanda?”

Amanda licked her too dry lips. “I want to touch you.”

Kitty’s eyes lit up and her face broke into a smile. She ran a finger down Amanda’s face, making the blonde shiver. “Then do it.”

Amanda ran her hand lightly down the dancer’s back, her breath catching in her throat. She was sure that even the people outside could hear her heartbeat. Any minute now, someone would rush in and tell her to leave for breaking the rules.

But no one came, and Amanda got braver. 

Her hands moved further down until they reached Kitty’s ass. She couldn’t help but give the cheeks a gentle squeeze, and the dancer in her lap let out an honest to god moan that went straight to Amanda’s clit.

Kitty wasn’t dancing anymore, but basically rubbing her groin against Amanda’s clothed crotch. Electricity built deep in Amanda’s body. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

“Want to make you feel good,” Kitty murmured in Amanda’s ear, her breath hot against her skin. “Do you feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” Amanda groaned, so soft she didn’t know if Kitty even heard her. 

Kitty’s head ducked to lick a stripe up Amanda’s neck. She nibbled softly at the soft flesh at the apex of her shoulder. She leaned back a bit to move her hands between their bodies. They squeezed at Amanda’s breasts, leaving her breathless.

“Can I…” Amanda jerked her chin towards Kitty’s chest. She wanted to feel them.

“Of course. Whatever you want.” Kitty was still rolling her hips, and Amanda could feel the pressure peaking in her core.

Amanda dipped her face into the valley of Kitty’s breasts, rubbing her cheek against the soft skin. Her mouth automatically went to one of Kitty’s nipples. She brought her lips around it, sucking it into her mouth.

Kitty gasped, making Amanda freeze. 

“Fuck,” Kitty panted. “Again. Feels so good...”

Amanda sucked and licked at Kitty’s nipple, her other hand digging into the flesh of her ass. Kitty kept grinding herself into Amanda’s lap. Amanda’s hips started bucking wildly.

The song ended and so did Amanda.

She came with a small shout, stars bursting behind her lids. Kitty moved her hips, helping Amanda through the numerous aftershocks.

Amanda let out a deep, shaky breath, pressing her forehead against Kitty’s chest. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want Kitty to move. She wanted to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, Kitty had to go. She got off of her lap, leaving Amanda feeling empty.

Amanda watched as Kitty put her top back on, wrapped the robe around herself. She went to go, but paused, looked back at Amanda.

Kitty put her hand against Amanda’s cheek, ran her thumb over her lips. “Welcome to New York, Amanda. It’ll all be okay. I promise.”

Then she was gone. And Amanda was, once again, alone.

[milquetoast-on-acid]

Milquetoast watches SVU: Rapist anonymous

I love the idea of throwing a housewarming party for her and Brian's new apartment. Her sharing in that is something new for her character. These people have been her family for years at this point so why shouldn't they socialize outside of work ?

I love Olivia changing the subject when she can see that Cragen's girlfriend is uncomfortable with them talking about crime. But then everybody is just lost as to what the hell to talk about.

When Brian is like oh hey we have some news and oh hey I working for the DA's office. Nick is just so massively uncomfortable with it and I don't blame him about it. I'm just curious as to when this is about to bite them in the ass. And at what point does Brian have to investigate SVU?

When did gamblers anonymous become sex Anonymous? We got Amanda hooking up with her sponsor and we've got her friend hooking up with some dude at the AA meeting.

Well that's worse. He raped her!

Also, I knew Cragen's girlfriend looked familiar! Mel Harris is Cragen's girlfriend!

And if you've send Stargate than you might recognize her as Oma Desala. Daniel's ancient mentor.

So Amanda is dating her mentor who's in AA but also owns a bar. I love the look of that Fin gives her like. Are you crazy girl?

Either this Nate guy told this chick what Amanda does and then the girl manipulated Amanda. Or it's this chick and Nate are in cahoots and are manipulating Amanda.

Olivia is going home because Brian is cooking clam sauce and she is cracking me up! This chick's like Leg I'll see you tomorrow if I survive.

Amanda's just burning everybody today. First. She's like Nick. You're just jealous because everybody has a relationship but you. Then she's like. I don't have to pay for a therapist to hear my issues. I can't believe she said that to Olivia after Olivia had just been kidnapped and tortured for 4 days. Like damn girl. Get it together! She keeps going like that. She really is going to end up alone.

So Nick wanted Barba to flail this Nate dude on the stand so Amanda would see that she was being manipulated either by him or by the chick. And Amanda comes to see the light and isn't mad at Barba. So this is what Barba had intended to do for Olivia to get her to see that Elliot was messing with her heart. But instead that backfires on him. Spectacularly.

It is nice to see fin having Amanda's back. They have such a great partnership. Don't get to see moments like this very much between the two of them. Hopefully we'll get to see some of this during the current season. I'm not sure though how much we will get to see it because ice is not on the show as much as he used to. Because of his other projects.

Oh damn. At the end of it all she's going back to her old haunts gambling!

[chrisharnick]

2020

So, you left your job in the middle of a pandemic and started a whole new chapter? Yep, I did. But, you still wrote some stories you’re really proud of before moving on? Yep, I did. While this year has been pretty abysmal in many aspects, I want to celebrate some of the not horrible parts.

I covered the end of my beloved Schitt’s Creek with a profile on Annie Murphy, said farewell to Moira Rose with Catherine O’Hara (and talked all about her iconic wedding look), talked about the show’s legacy of love with Annie Murphy and Dan Levy and picked Dan Levy’s brain about the big finale.

This year also saw the end of The Good Place, one of TV’s smartest and funniest shows. I watched the finale in a conference room (hid my tears) and then talked to Kristen Bell, Ted Danson, Manny Jacinto, D’Arcy Carden, William Jackson Harper and Jameela Jamil.

Talking to Eve Plumb and Maureen McCormick in a joint interview was something else. I grew up watching endless reruns of The Brady Bunch and was so nervous about this interview for their new HGTV project.

Another show I have fond memories of from childhood: The Secret World of Alex Mack. This was the second time I interviewed Larisa Oleynik (this time for her new Netflix series) and it was just as much of a blast as the first interview many years ago.

Feel Good was one of the most pleasant surprises of TV released early in the pandemic, so I talked to creator and star Mae Martin about it.

Greg Daniels returned to TV with two streaming shows — during a pandemic. He’s also the man partially responsible for one of my favorite shows, King of the Hill, so naturally I asked him about reviving that and a little show called The Office.

In April, I introduced my niece to Xena: Warrior Princess over Zoom. She then got my chakram from childhood and dove into the world of Xena and Gabrielle. This year was also the 25th anniversary of the series premiere and I took part in a podcast all about the show and its enduring fandom.

Had the pleasure of chatting with queen Regina King about one of the finest shows I’ve ever seen, Watchmen, in conjunction with the boxed set release.

I had my first psychic reading (over Zoom) and it was an experience. He nailed some things, but I’m a skeptic and think it was pure luck and just general assumptions. More details about that experience are here.

The last public event I went to was the first preview of Company on Broadway. Patti LuPone, as expected, blew me away. Her performance in Hollywood, Ryan Murphy’s Netflix miniseries, was equally great. Talked to her about that here and Ryan Murphy about the series and the big plans for Macaulay Culkin on American Horror Story.

Right before everything changed and shut down, I returned to Law & Order: SVU to reprise my role of “Reporter No. 2″ from the season premiere. The episode wasn’t intended to be the season finale, but because of the pandemic it was. Leaving E! was a tough choice, mostly because of the relationships I’ve cultivated while covering SVU.

Early in the pandemic, the creators of Getting On gave their pitch on how the show (one of my all-time favorites) would have handled coronavirus.

One of the last, and most treasured interviews I did at E!: Sara Bareilles. We Zoomed, I told her how often I sing Waitress after a few drinks, it was lovely.

And at HBO, I got my feet wet talking to Luca Guadagnino about We Are Who We Are.

[justfandomwritings]

A Comprehensive List

This year marks a decade of me writing fanfiction. Therefore, I thought it would be a fun exercise if I made comprehensive list of every fictional character I’ve ever written fanfics about. 

Some of the following are pretty common ones that all of you have seen on my blog. Some of them are a bit more obscure, but you could find them on other sites I’m on if you really wanted to. Some have never been published at all. Some of these stories were romances for characters I love; some of them are darker fics about characters I hate (Don’t think being featured on this list means I stan a character). Some of these I actively write for; some I write for when I’m in the mood; some are just things from my past.

I’ve written for so many characters, and comparatively few of them have been featured on this blog. I thought it would be fun, and it would give all of you the chance to get to know me a bit better. Feel free to message me any time about any of these characters any time. Love or hate (mostly love), these are all characters I feel very strongly about. And I get to talk about very few of them in the grand scheme of things, so it would be nice if I got to chit chat about some of the more obscure ones. 

Without further ado, categorized as best I can, here is a list of the 144 characters who have consumed the last 10 years of my life: 

Superpowers

Marvel

Captain America, Loki, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Bucky Barnes, Falcon, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Bruce Banner, Deadpool, Magneto, Charles Xavier, the Mandarin, Gambit, Quicksilver (X Men), 

DC

Wally West, Barry Allen, Superman, Batman, Poison Ivy, Lex Luthor, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Sinestro, Harley Quinn, Joker, Deathstroke, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, Robin, 

Sky High

Warren Peace

Push

Nick

Books

Game of Thrones

Jaime Lannister, Robb Stark, Oberyn Martell, Lyanna Stark, Tywin Lannister, Khal Drogo

Harry Potter

Severus Snape, Draco Malloy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Victor Krum, Newt Scamander, Salazaar Slytherin, Tom Riddle

Twilight

Demetri, Caius, Aro, Marcus, Felix, Alec, Jane, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Jared

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair, Cato, Gloss

Narnia

Prince Caspian, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie

Gallagher Girls

Jonas, Zach

The Martian

Chris Beck

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase, Nico,

Sci Fi

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Obi Wan Kenobi

Terra Nova

Maddy, Reynolds

Stargate

Daniel Jackson, John Sheppard, Ronan

Primeval

Captain Becker, Jess Parker

Dark Angel

Ben, Alec, Max

Riddick

Riddick

Warehouse 13

Claudia Donovan

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Fantasy

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan, Felix,

Princess Bride

Westley, Buttercup

Tudors

Charles Brandon

Supernatural

Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer,

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Vampire Diaries

Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Tyler Lockwood

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike,

Covenant

Caleb Danvers, Reid Garwin

Good Omens

Crowley

Prince of Persia

Garsiv

Pirates of the Caribbean

Captain Jack Sparrow

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Aang, Zuko, Kyoshi

Tangled

Flynn Rider

Crime 

Psych

Shawn Spencer, Officer McNab

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba

Sherlock

Sherlock, Mycroft, Moriarty

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

John Wick

John Wick

Fast and Furious

Han, Dom 

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas, Jack

Musicals/Music Shows

Glee

Sebastian Smythe, Nick, Jeff

Big Time Rush

James

Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson, Marquis de Lafayette, James Madison

[lescabinson]

So, I’m rewatching OUAT

and boy, oh boy, was that a mistake....

in yet another quarentene driven decision I’ve started watching ouat again and since everyone loves (not) when I commented svu, I’m gonna do it again lol

I finished season 1 yesterday/this morning so here’s a few tweets from my rewatch:

* “ Rewatching ouat season 1 and god, they really ran with that anti adoption theme huh.  I mean, Regina wasn't a great person back then, but still....”

* “ It always fascinated/bugged me how different Lana looked between the evil queen and Regina early on, but now I'm realizing it's the wardrobe.  Regina's outfits on the first few episodes don't fit her right, they are a little off in size (they also look cheap compared to later ones), which makes her look smaller, while the queen outfits are basically sewn on her body. “

* “ Regina was an asshole and I loved her from day one.  I mean, she's a giant fucking nerd, with a smart mouth who spend 18 years having nothing but free time. She's gotta let go on someone lol “

* “ Some people..... Watch 4B.... And still think.... Regina is.... straight..... I mean, ship sq or not, don't care, but don't look at me and say she and maleficent never fucked lol “

* “  I had forgotten how much implied rape there was in this show.... I mean, the biggest one is Regina and the king, but I had forgotten what there's little implications of it all the time “

* “ I always mention Mal when talking about Regina being bi/pan but can we talk about Ruby??? Am I supposed to believe that Regina sat at granny's for EIGHTEEN years while the best friend of her mortal enemy flirted with her every Single Morning, And did nothing? Yeah, right...”

* “ it's been over 8 years, and I still can't find a heterosexual explanation to Regina giving that rose to the nurse lol “

* ” Remember when Sebastian Stan was on ouat and was dating jmo? lol What a strange time that was.... “

* “ I know regina was the "villain" in season 1, but like, Emma is so wrong in what she's doing..... the anti-adoption theme is the thing I dislike most about this season “

* “ people are always like "yeah, but imagine it's the real world!1! regina was bad!!1" buddy, imagine the birth mother of your son shows up in town, decides she will stick around and then tries to get custody based on the theories of a 10 year old and some wild conspiracy.... “

* “ Anyway.... the blue fairy is the true "big bad" of the show, I'll die with this theory... “

* “ I forgot regina tried to seduce david lol what a wild time that was... “

* “ sometimes I wonder what would have happened if snow and charming had gone through the wardrobe with Emma as they intended, what would regina have done?”

* “ also, how bizarrely pro-choice is this tree lol 9 months pregnant snow = 1 person.  I mean, I'm not disagreeing, but it always makes me laugh lol. I'm guessing it counts as "breathing beings" idk, idk why I'm talking about this lol. also, I don't trust blue, she might have just thought it would be best if no one else went through and lied about it... “

* “ as stupid as Geppetto was, can we talk about how that tree just EXPLODES and Pinocchio crews out of it? could you imagine snow doing it? lol “

* “ ok, but, apart from the whole anti-adoption crap and that, can we talk about how much season 1 slaps tho?. like, they had a vision, and they DID IT, they went through with it AMAZING they never did it again, but still, season one man....”

* “ emma is so selfish tho, it's one of the things I like most about her. because as wrong she is, as selfish she is, she KNOWS it, she knows she's not being the hero here, she's not being the good guy. the best thing about once is when they allow their characters to be multifaceted. of course, they stop doing it around season 3 and start to act like Emma is a precious hero who can't do no wrong and all she does is the right thing “

* “ daniel's grave is so weird, it kinda looks like a child did it, which only adds to the fact that Regina WAS a child back then. the more you think about her backstory the sadder it gets “

* “ I can never see the fight scene without thinking about how Jen and Lana were trying not to hurt the other and end up hurting themselves lol.  this is quite common actually, especially with people who are not trained stunt doubles “

* “ ugh I CANNOT believe in the cursed year of 2020 I'm having Regina feelings again.  actually, yes, yes I can believe, with everything going on this year, why not? “

* “ that shot of Regina watching from the outside of the room and Emma and henry reflected in her still is *chef's kiss*

* “ I love breaking down a show's photography and ouat usually goes super classic with it, but sometimes, some directors like to try a different shot or two during an episode. saying it's classic isn't a bad thing, it just means they do the safe thing, which is understandable with how many people they normally have on the shot and all the CGI. I mean, the CGI is already pretty bad, they don't need anything more to difficult it and make it worse lol “

* “ can we talk about how crap "true love" is tho? David was still lying to snow about who he was and Emma and henry met like three weeks ago “

[bensonstablers]

I still haven’t seen 23x22 yet but I finally watched episode 21 and honestly, one of the major things — if not, the biggest thing — I’ve realised was missing from this season is Olivia’s therapy sessions with Lindstrom.

She confesses to Fin in 23x03 that she’s been lying in therapy and that would have been the perfect chance to start showing those sessions every now and then. Even if those scenes were super short, it would have given us so much insight into Olivia’s thoughts and feelings in regards to not just Elliot’s return but also Burton Lowe, Noah’s bullying, Barba’s return/defending Wheatley, the change from Garland to McGrath, Kat leaving the team, and so on. 

Also, for all the flaws 23x21 might have, I do think that Olivia’s thoughts, feelings, actions, and reactions would have made more sense — read: not necessarily justifying those things but it would have added more explanation to them to make her feel a little less OOC at certain points — if we had a better grasp at where she’s at both mentally and emotionally which is something that could have been shown to us so easily through her therapy sessions. 

[rahleeyah]

I wanna truly believe that the kiss with Angela was a one time thing but I don't know what to believe anymore. There's still 3 episodes left and they got the "killer" already? It wouldn't surprise if it's not her/she was set up and then they do some redemption arc where there could be more with E/A. Even the show runner said there are genuine feelings between them. That doesn't make any sense since he has known her 3 weeks and all they ever talked about was their shared tragedies and her ex-husband. Though it seems that she may not be back in season 2 given the actress response to the news on Danielle (Sgt. Bell) tweet about the renewal. And Chris didn't thank her but Mariska in his tweet about season 2. I just don't know how to process all this and I hate it lol. But then it means the show is doing it's job if it's getting that kind of response from viewers.

Yeah like uhh how genuine can the feelings really be given they barely know each other and his wife just died??? This is why I don't interact with show runners I will just take my content pls I don't need their meta coming in and making me salty bc I am always left wondering like, are you watching the show you're writing??? Lmao

I am also not convinced it's really her bc it feels too soon. I totally agree with you there. And I am also really nervous they're gonna use this as a way to pull them closer together. But I keep thinking maybe they'll kill her 🤣 I don't wish her dead I would much rather see her be this brilliant puppeteer pulling all the strings - bc she is the one who keeps pulling Elliot in when he tries to back away tbh and I think it would be very clever on her part to be like "I'm gonna seduce this man so I can find out how his investigation is going." It's too soon to say but yeah I don't think they're gonna bring her back, it seems like this arc is gonna be contained to this season.

I HAAAAAAATE watching shows as they're airing 🤣🤣🤣 it's all this waiting and wondering and all these questions and all this time to come up with cool theories only to find out that's not what they're doing and be left feeling kinda meh.

I do think that they're gonna drag eo out, but I do think it's where all roads are leading atm. They may not let us have it until the end of svu/oc which I think would be a tragedy; people want to see the characters get together but that doesn't have to be - shouldn't be - the end of the story; that should be the beginning!!! Relationships are compelling and this one especially would be so fascinating to see it build and unfold and since they aren't on the same show anymore I don't think there's any reason to keep them apart. Let their relationship be in the background the way Liv's relationships with Cassidy and Tucker were; give us glimpses of what life is like at home and keep telling the story of the week without this at the center. I think that would work and I would like to see it.

[tabloidtoc]

OK, April 20

Cover: The Truth About Bindi Irwin’s Shotgun Wedding -- Baby Bombshell 

Page 1: Big Pic -- Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas 

Page 2: Contents 

Page 3: Contents 

Page 4: Now free of their royal duties Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are starting over in L.A. as a family of four 

Page 6: Gwyneth Paltrow and Brad Falchuk aren’t exactly roughing it as they quarantine but she has confessed that their blended family is starting to crack 

Page 7: Between a music career and hosting her talk show and coaching aspiring singers on The Voice Kelly Clarkson barely has a minute to herself these days but she’s still as present as ever in her children’s lives, with Angelina Jolie and ex Brad Pitt’s custody battle and divorce drama dragging on Angie has fallen into a funk but her eldest son Maddox is helping her pick up the pieces while home because his college in South Korea closed because of the Covid-19 crisis and he’s been a pillar of support for his mom, from the juicy gossip in her revealing memoir to the stories told in her short-lived reality series it’s clear that Caitlyn Jenner isn’t afraid to air the Kardashian family’s dirty laundry and now that she’s confessed she could see herself joining the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills ex Kris Jenner is panicking over what else she could say in front of the cameras and Kris is looking for ways to stop Caitlyn’s casting before it even gets off the ground 

Page 8: Though Brandi Glanville called a truce with ex Eddie Cibrian and his wife LeAnn Rimes after years of feuding she has publicly reignited the animosity over their custody arrangement during quarantine procedure because she was requesting that her and Eddie’s two sons hunker down with her because she lives alone, Rihanna confirmed she’s aggressively working on music for her highly anticipated ninth album but she’s equally focused on staring her own family is making that a priority despite her hectic schedule, Maren Morris is a mom and she couldn’t be happier

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- Carolina Herrera -- Janet Mock, Rachel Brosnahan, Mindy Kaling 

Page 11: Anna Paquin, Natalia Dyer, Yara Shahidi 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Leonie Hanne vs. Selena Gomez ✅, Gigi Hadid vs. Elizabeth Banks ✅, Jessica Alba ✅ vs. Laura Dern 

Page 14: News in Photos -- Reese Witherspoon on a bike ride around the neighborhood 

Page 15: Brooke Burke and one of her dogs, Steve Kazee and Jenna Dewan and newborn son Callum and daughter Everly, Melissa Gorga and kids do a puzzle, Willow Smith goes to Whole Foods 

Page 16: Andy Cohen and son Benjamin reunite, Demi Moore, Kaley Cuoco and Karl Cook and new dog Dumpy, Carson Daly and wife Siri with newborn daughter Goldie 

Page 18: John Krasinski behind-the-scenes of his new YouTube show Some Good News, Sasha Farber and Emma Slater walk their dog Ruby

Page 19: Elizabeth Olsen out in LA, Joshua Jackson and pregnant wife Jodie Turner-Smith who’s past her due date, Kelly Bensimon goes for a jog 

Page 20: Twice As Nice -- Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi, Alex Rodriguez and Jennifer Lopez’s son Max, John Legend and son Miles 

Page 21: Gisele Bundchen and daughter Vivian, Coco Austin and daughter Chanel, Kate Hudson and daughter Rani, Serena Williams and daughter Alexis 

Page 22: Tori Spelling and son Beau, Amy Poehler running errands 

Page 23: Ryan Phillippe 

Page 24: Inside My Home -- Cardi B and Offset’s Atlanta mansion 

Page 26: Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell’s wedding plans 

Page 27: Now that Daniel Craig is done with James Bond he and wife Rachel Weisz are ready to have another child, after mere weeks of dating Demi Lovato and Max Ehrich decided to shack up together during quarantine and her inner circle is concerned that he’s just another bad boy so they’re begging her to slow down, Kristen Stewart said she was going to propose to girlfriend Dylan Meyer but now she’s become bored with their routine relationship because she has this nervous energy and impatience -- it’s reflected in all her failed romances 

Page 28: Ariana Grande is dating real estate agent Dalton Gomez since February, Elle Macpherson and boyfriend Andrew Wakefield are eager to get married but his dragged-out divorce is preventing that, Love Bites -- Irina Shayk and Vito Schnabel dating, Shia LaBeouf and Mia Goth back on, Jessica Chastain and husband Gian Luca Passi de Preposulo welcome second child 

Page 30: Cover Story -- there’s a good reason Bindi Irwin and Chandler Powell rushed to tie the knot -- they’re expecting 

Page 34: Jennifer Garner’s surprise engagement 

Page 36: Chip and Joanna Gaines keeping the faith 

Page 38: The Most Spectacular Push Presents -- Jessica Alba, Kristin Cavallari, Kylie Jenner 

Page 39: Jessica Simpson, Ashlee Simpson, Duchess Kate Middleton, Kim Kardashian 

Page 40: Elisabeth Moss opens up about her soaring career, her life at home and her latest film The Invisible Man 

Page 42: ‘90 It Girls -- They’ve Still Got It -- Sarah Michelle Gellar, Keri Russell, Claire Danes 

Page 43: Tiffani Thiessen, Katie Holmes 

Page 46: Style Week -- Ana de Armas’ winning complexion 

Page 48: Ashley Graham’s hot-at-home beauty 

Page 50: Fashion -- pastel -- Rachel Brosnahan 

Page 54: Entertainment 

Page 55: Q&A -- Lauren Speed and Cameron Hamilton of Love Is Blind 

Page 58: Drake and baby mama Sophie Brussaux finally let the world see the face of their son Adonis Graham

Page 60: Hollywood Heat Meter -- Scott Disick and Kourtney Kardashian shut down son Mason’s Instagram account and he retaliated by going on TikTok, Christopher Meloni will reprise his role of Law & Order: SVU’s Det. Elliot Stabler, Kylie Jenner’s makeup company is producing hand sanitizer for healthcare workers, Ben Higgins and Jessica Clarke engaged, Sound Bites -- Miley Cyrus, Joshua Jackson, Courteney Cox 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Aries Emma Watson 

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Kaia Gerber

[saltyfilmmajor]

Tagged by: @boasamishipper​ (thanks Fam!) 

Top 3 Ships:

3: 007/James Bond - Daniel Craig Era

2: Hawkeye Pierce/ BJ Hunnicutt - M*A*S*H

1: Ethan Hunt/Benji Dunn - Mission: Impossible Films

Last Movie I watched: We’re in the middle of school so it ended up being Rome: Open City, which is the third time I’ve watched it (Highly recommend Please Watch It I have THOUGHTs AND OPINIONS. AND ITS LIKE GREAT AND FULL OF ACTION AND OHHHH My GOD I KNOW WHAT I”M DOING MY RESEARCH SYMPOSIUM PRESENTATION ON. Anyway yeah very emotional start to the Italian Neorealist movement. I love it a lot.)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick for sure I like Vibrant Reds it makes me happy.

Last Song: Bidi Bidi Bom Bom by Selena

Reading: Talking Grand Strategy By Commander John T. Kuehn, Ph.D. (Apparently I’ve just found a taste for academic articles sghsfg I DIDN”T EVEN NEED TO READ THIS @nogoatshere​ just mentioned it and I demanded to read what it was about. Anyway yeah its a good read for sure)

Watching: Law and Order: SVU reruns (My detective mom Olivia. She makes me feel safe.)

Totally Spies or Powerpuff girls: Totally spies just cause they’re spies, but I’ve never watched much of this show so sdjkghsfg

tagging: @ruthc93​ @mlmstyles​ @sweetbouquetartisane​ @fictionallemons​ @onekisstotakewithme​ @ilsasthighs​ @pyvs​ @olympain​ @minttangle​ @spacebaseyorktown​ and whoever else wants to do this 

[australiancarisi]

Peter Stone ~Boyfriend

Imagine dating Peter Stone and the squad finds out... oh and being Rafael’s sister... Words: 3336 Sorry for an Mistakes

The light broke through a small crack in the curtain that somehow managed to shine right on your face. You scrunched your face and rolled over, half rolling on top of the body lying next to you.

“What are you doing....” he mumbled into his pillow

“You didn’t shut the curtain all the way” you mumbled back

“Sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re right I’m not” even though you could see it, you knew he was smirking. He rolled over onto his back before grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. You laid your head into the crook of his neck with your legs either side of his body. You shouldn’t be lying here, you should be nowhere near him. But you couldn’t help it.

“What are you thinking?” Peter asked

Peter Stone. ADA Peter Stone. The SVU ADA. Your ADA.

“You smell nice” you mumbled

“I try...So what’s the plan for today detective?”

“I’ve got family lunch” you groaned

“Ah yes third Sunday of the month, Barba Family Lunch” Peter nodded.

Peter Stone, the ADA who tried to send your older brother (former) ADA Rafael Barba to prison. You really shouldn’t be lying here. You never meant for this to happen. When your brothers trial started and you had met Peter you hated him with a passion. And then when he took over Rafael’s job as your division ADA you almost quit. How dare this man come in here and take everything Rafael has worked so hard for? Just waltz in and get it handed to him.

8 months ago you never thought you’d be lying in his bed... It took about 2 months for you to stop hating him so much, mostly because Liv warned that if you couldn’t work with Peter she’d have to transfer you, Rafael also convinced you that he was fine with Peter taking over his job ‘I quit y/n I wasn’t fired I left on my own terms’ Rafael would remind you. But you were an overprotective little sister. 2 months after Rafael left and Peter had joined the team, you all went out for drinks after a particularly tough case and you and Peter had been the last two left.

“Is it always that hard?” Peter asked sipping on his beer

“No... but when kids are involved it’s always tough” you sighed “2 weeks into being an SVU detective I got my worst case ever”

“Worse than being in the gang unit?” Peter asked. You raised an eye at him “I did some background digging on you, considering you don’t talk to me about anything other than whatever case is happening”

“Yes worse than the gangs. It was 3 kids, 10, 4 and 2. Their dad...” you trailed off not really wanting to go into the details.

“Say no more” Peter held his hand up.

“It’s hard... SVU... but it is also amazing. To be able to help people, to get justice for them... it’s everything I’ve ever wanted” you smiled

“Why did you become a cop?”

“Well as you know there’s a little age gap between me and my brother, 7 years to be exact. And when he went off to Harvard I thought, that’s what I want to do I want to be a lawyer just like my brother... I quickly realised that I wasn’t smart enough to get into law school so I decided to be a cop was the next best thing” you shrugged

“You are smart enough to be a lawyer” Peter whispered “you are easily smart enough”

The two of you talked all night long. You let your guard down and you found yourself and Peter becoming friends. It was not long after when the team were going after a serial rapist that things turned romantic.

“So what’s the plan?” Fin asked as the squad and Peter sat around precinct with pictures of the victims and of the suspect, Daniel Wilder.

“We need to catch him in the act. He’s gotten away with this too many times before. We need concrete evidence that not even the best defence lawyer could get him off” Carisi said

“Isn’t it obvious?” You said rolling your eyes at the blank stares you got back before standing up and standing next to the pictures of the victims. You pointed to each face before pointing to your own. “We know where he hangs around every Friday night, we have a detective who fits his pattern of victims. Let’s get him”

“No” Peter said sternly before anyone could say anything

“What do you mean no? It’s our best chance!”

“It’s too dangerous. He’s unpredictable-“

“It’s not like I’d be going in there alone. Dodds and Nick will be the muscle watching, Rollins and Carisi play the couple in the corner so very well” you smirked at the two “Fin and Liv in the van”

“It’s still too dangerous” Peter held his ground

“So what? We’re just gonna let him get away with this?” You demanded

“We are not using you as bait and that’s final” Peter said. You rolled your eyes and walked away, knowing if you stayed you would say something you’d regret. You went to the small kitchen that was at the precinct and started making yourself a coffee when you felt a presence behind you.

“You are making a mistake” you said to Peter

“No I’m not”

“Yes you are. Can you stop being stubborn for one minuet? We have a chance to get this guy before he strikes again and you aren’t taking it, why?” You argued

“Because it’s too dangerous”

“That’s not a good enough excuse. We are cops. We’ve all been on the street, we’ve done our training, we all knew the risks getting into the business. So ‘it’s too dangerous’ is not gonna cut it”

“I’m not putting you in harms way” Peter said walking towards you “I can’t have you getting hurt I’d never forgive myself if something happened”

“Nothing is going to happen”

“You don’t know that…” Peter closed the gap between the two of you. Silence fell over the room but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Your eyes locked with his. The next thing you knew Peter slowly dipped his head and placed a kiss to your lips. He pulled away and you locked eyes again.

“I-I uh I don’t know why I-“ Peter stuttered. You cut him off with a kiss of your own.

You managed to convince him to go through with the job and you got the rapist before he struck again. After the kiss in the kitchen you and Peter began this little dance. You’d find yourself thinking about the ADA whenever he wasn’t around. You’d catch him looking at you and he’d turn away and blush when he realised you’d caught him. You didn’t want to feel this way about Peter, god no. He was the man who was brought in for your brothers trial. The man who literally tried to send your brother to jail. But you couldn’t stop your feelings and now here you lie, in Peter’s bed, like you do pretty much every Sunday morning. For obvious reason the two of you have kept your relationship a secret. Besides that fact that it would definitely be frowned upon at work and potentially get one of you transferred, all hell would break loose with the drama it would cause with your family.

“You should probably get ready” Peter said wrapping his arms around you with no real intention of letting you go. You groaned snuggling into him more

“I don’t wanna”

“I could always call your brother and let him know you won’t be coming”

“Don’t you even think about it”

“When are we going to tell your family?” Peter asked running his fingers through your hair

“We tell Mami then Raf will find out. If Raf finds out then he will go straight to Liv and then one of us will probably get transferred”

“Is that really that? If it means we can leave our apartments as a couple?”

“I like working with, getting to see you everyday” you smiled as you lightly peppered kisses along Peter’s neck and collar bone “besides secret flirting at work is great. We’re getting pretty good at it”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish” Peter said “go to lunch”

“Fine” You huffed getting out of bed and going to the draw of clothes you had started to compile. It scared you a little at how fast you and Peter were moving. When all this started you told yourself to take it slow but everything felt good and you never noticed truly how fast you and Peter were moving until you took a step back and look at everything. In the moment, everything is perfect. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Probably just do some work. Might head into the office. How long do you think lunch will go?”

“Not sure I’ll message you” you smiled pulling your shoes on. Peter got out of bed to walk you to the door.

“Bye” you leaned up and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

The ride over to lunch you were dreading seeing your brother and mother. You really did hate lying to them about Peter. You were surprised they hadn’t figured it out already. Normally the 3 of you could pick up easy when another was lying. Maybe they knew and weren’t saying anything…. that couldn’t be it there was no way, they are Cuban, all they do is talk.

“Nice of you to join us” Rafael says with a smirk as you sit down in your usual seat at your usual table in your family’s favourite cafe.

“I’m 5 minutes late” you rolled your eyes and kisses your mothers cheek.

“You normally always get here before me… have a wild night did we?” Rafael’s smirk seemed to me permanently attached to his face.

“No just a little bit of traffic Rafi geez” you order your food and lunch went the way it normally did. Your mother trying to get every detail about your life. She asked you if you were dating anyone, she asked Rafael about Sonny and you even talked about work a little. At first you tried not to bring up SVU for Rafael but he insisted he was fine.

“…but we got him easily. Stone got the conviction pretty much as soon as he started opening” you shrugged

“How is everything going with Stone?” Rafael asked

“What do you mean?” You frowned

“Sonny just made a comment the other day that the two of you seem to be getting along better” Rafael shrugged. Your eyes flicked over to the door as you saw someone who looked suspicious walk through the door. You frowned slightly “hello… y/n”

“What… oh yeah, well kinda had to get used to him. He’s not going anywhere and I didn’t want to lose my job so had to get used to him” you shrugged not taking your eyes off the man at the counter.

“What are you looking at?” Your mum asked

“That guy he-“

“Everyone get on the ground!” The man yelled pulling out a gun. Screams were heard as people dropped to the floor.

“-looks suspicious” you finished as you laid on the ground next to your mum.

“Nobody move!”

“Do you have your gun?” Rafael whispered

“Oh yeah you know I’m off duty going to have lunch with my brother and my mum of course I have my gun with me- no of course I don’t! I wasn’t expecting to need it” You hissed at him. You slowly moved your hand to your pocket to grab your phone.

“Hey!” The man pointed his gun at you “I said no moving! Show me your hands”

“It’s okay” you said quickly holding your hands up “I don’t have anything” the man moved around the room. you started to slowly get off the ground “Rafi text Sonny”

“What are you doing? Y/n get down” Rafael whispered. As you stood up the man turned to you pointing his gun at you. 

“Get on the ground!” He yelled

“I haven’t got anything” you held your hands up “I just wanna talk”

“Why?” He sneered

“Because my name is y/n Barba I’m a detective for the NYPD” you said “but! I don’t have my gun, my cuffs not even my badge” you moved your jacket to show your hips to prove there was no gun. “I just want to talk”

“Why? I could just shoot you right now”

“You’re right you could” you nodded “probably make things easier for you. Although then you would have murdered an NYPD officer and that probably isn’t the best idea”

“Get on the ground”

“I can’t. Not until you tell me why you are doing this? If you let me I can help you” you said trying to stall him.

“I just wanted the money” he said his gun never moving from you

“You could have just left when they didn’t give it to you”

“No! I need something! And if taking hostages means I get it then I will. If I have to kill somebody I will”

“The police will be here soon. You could leave now and get a head start” you said

“Not when an NYPD officer has seen me” he said moving closer and closer to you. Then. He stopped. The sounds of sirens getting closer distracted him. You took your chance, lunging at the man and attempting to take his gun. The two of you wrestled for it until there was a loud bang.

“Y/n!” Rafael yelled getting to his feet. You doubled over in pain as you felt blood deep through your shirt.

“Well this isn’t good” you mumbled as Rafael grabbed a hold of you.

“It’s gonna be a okay, y/n, hang on” Rafael whispered.

Rafael paced around the waiting room. When you had been shot a man not to far from the shooter took his chance to grab the man and get the gun. Luckily police showed up as well and you were taken to hospital. Sonny and Amanda met you at the hospital. Amanda was on her phone while Sonny sat next to your mum trying to console her.

“What is taking so long!” Rafael yelled “why haven’t they told us anything!”

“No news is good news I guess” Amanda said “everyone is on there way”

“Rafi” Sonny held his hand out to Rafael to make him sit. Reluctantly, Rafael sat with Sonny as Fin, Nick and Mike came in.

“Please god don’t take her”

Peter sat in his office, trying to focus on the files in front of him. But every two minuets he was checking his phone, waiting for your text to tell him lunch was over.

“Knock knock” Liv said opening the office door

“Hey Liv” Peter greeted

“Here’s those files” Liv smiled handing the papers to Peter.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to they could have waited until tomorrow” Peter said

“It’s okay. Noah is at a sleepover anyway I wasn’t doing anything” Liv shrugged “anyway what are you doing working on a Sunday don’t-“ she was cut off by her phone ringing “Carisi what’s up?” Peter watched at her face fell “I’ll be right there”

“What’s wrong?” Peter frowned

“Y/n has been shot” Peter felt the colour drain from his face.

Shot… No… that couldn’t be… she was just having lunch… he thought to himself

“What hospital?” He said although it was barely audible

“St Vincent’s” Liv said. Peter jumped from his seat and practically ran out of his office, Liv in tow. The entire drive to the hospital Peter prayed. He wasn’t religious at all, but he needed something in this moment. Something to hold onto because the thought of losing you was too much. Liv pulled up to the hospital, Peter barely let the car stop before jumping out and running into the building.

She’s gonna be okay… she’s gonna be okay… he told himself like a mantra. She has to be okay….

Liv pushed the door open to the waiting room that revealed the squad.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” Peter asked scanning the room for Rafael. “Where’s her mum? Barba?”

“The doctor just came and got them” Amanda pointed to the room they were standing in front of. There you laid, hooked up to wires and machines. You looked so pale. It physically hurt Peter to see you like this. Rafael and your mum sat by your side.

“H-h-how… uh… how is s-s-she?” Peter asked his eyes not leaving you. He could see your eyes slowly moving to open.

“She’s gonna be okay. Bullet missed all the vital organs. She lost a lot of blood but she’ll make a fully recovery” Sonny said. Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he saw your eyes open. He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips.

“Thanks god” Peter sighed, rubbing his hands over his face to stop him from letting the tears he felt in his eyes from spilling over. Suddenly Rafael looked out the window, his eyes right on Peter. Rafael stood from his chair and came out to the squad.

“She’s asking for you” He glared straight at Peter.

“Oh Mija” you heard your mother cry. Your body ached as you slowly opened your eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust to the overly bright room.

“Y/n” Rafael whispered taking your hand squeezing it slightly. It came back to you. That you were in hospital, that you had been shot. You looked from your brother to your mother but it was the figure at the window that had your attention.

Peter

“What was that Mija?” Your mum asked

“Peter” you should louder not taking your eyes off him” I want Peter” Rafael followed your eyes to the ADA. He frowned, slowly standing up and going to the door.

“She’s asking for you” Rafael said. Peter quickly ran through the door and was by your side. Not caring about who saw.

“Y/n” Peter whispered grabbing your hand and placing his forehead on yours

“Hi” you smiled weakly up at him “I got shot”

“Yeah I can see that” Peter chuckled

“I didn’t mean to I promise”

“I’m glad…” silence fell over the room for a couple of moments. Rafael coughed to break it.

“Rafi…. Mami… this is Peter Stone… my boyfriend” you smiled. Never had you said that out loud before. Boyfriend. It sounded good.

“Your what?” Rafael asked

“My boyfriend” you repeated

“Oh Mija” your mum cried with happiness before hugging you.

“So you are dating the ADA that took my job?” Rafael asked crossing his arms

“You are dating my partner” you threw back at him “besides you said you were fine with him taking your job”

“Yeah taking my job not dating my little sister” Rafael said

“Rafael” your mother warned him

“You hurt her and you will wish you had put me in prison” Rafael glared at Peter, moving towards him. At this point the rest of the squad had come into the room. Sonny was by Rafael’s side pulling him back by his arm.

“I don’t plan on it” Peter stood his ground, not afraid of your Rafael

“Okay cool now that we have all the marcho crap out the way” you rolled your eyes, you pulled on Peter’s hand, the one that you hadn’t let go of since he had walked in the room, and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I love you” Peter whispered

“I love you more” you smiled back at him. You looked over Rafael “Rafi please, I’m happy. He makes me as happy as Sonny makes you” Rafael stared at you for a moment.

“…Fine. But watch your back Stone. I wasn’t threatening you, I was making a promise”

“Noted” Peter nodded before kissing you again.

[therandomfics]

Strangers Pt4

“Let’s carry on without Detective Carisi. Apparently he’s going to be a little late,” Lt. Benson told you nearly half an hour later. 

“Lieutenant Benson, I was just thinking..” you trailed off as you held up the phone of the victim in the evidence bag. “Her location services are on and the last notification she has is from Meet and Mingle, the website I’ve been working to find our suspect. It’s possible he’s using that to track his victims down and make his move. They wouldn’t be very suspecting, would they? It’s late, it’s dark, it’s the city. No one really pays anyone much mind, myself included. So what’s to say he didn’t sneak up on her like he did the other women at the park and the library?” 

“How long have you been working your case, Detective Sullivan?” 

“About a month. I’ve cleared everyone on my list, well almost everyone. Two people left. One is actually a lawyer from Brooklyn who works in Manhattan and I was just two blocks away with him about six hours ago at a benefit. His name is on the invitation,” you explained and pulled your phone out of your coat pocket. “Daniel Hardisty. He practices law at Jefferson and Walsh, about six blocks away.” 

Benson got on her radio and requested more information and footage from the benefit, specifically about Daniel. “Thank you, Detective.” 

You nodded as she walked away, leaving you alone with the deceased. “I’m sorry. I was two blocks away.. I wish I would have known. Maybe I’m not supposed to be a detective. Maybe I really should be a teacher.” Or maybe you needed psychiatric help - you were talking to a corpse. “I’m gonna find him, I swear. And when I do, he’s gonna pay for what he’s done.” 

“Sully,” your Captain called out. You stood up and turned to face him. 

“Sir?” 

“Go home. You’re getting a new partner in a few hours, someone who knows the ins and outs of Manhattan. You’ll be meeting at 8AM, the coffee shop on Park and 37th. Try to get some rest, but let me know when you get back home. This guy could be after you, too, kid,” he said - in his gruff, but fatherly tone. 

Six in the morning was always too early, especially when you’d only gotten about two hours of sleep in between getting home and needing to leave again. Whoever your new partner was, you hoped they would be able to shed a little light on the situation. If your killer had moved on to Manhattan, it was possible that he’d been somewhere else before. Maybe it was a good idea to look into other areas. You’d be sure to pass the idea along when you met whoever they were in a little while. 

One of the perks of being a Detective was the freedom to wear what you wanted within reason. A crisp black suit, modest but attractive block heels, and a dark green blazer was your favorite outfit so far. It was professional and stylish, especially when you let your hair dry naturally and curl into soft waves. You wanted to make a good impression. 

Your nerves got the best of you as you arrived at the coffee shop fifteen minutes earlier than expected. Good impressions meant being on time, and being on time meant being early. You ordered yourself an iced coffee and sat at a table near the back of the cafe. Would you be obvious? You made sure to wear your shield on your belt and to keep your weapon disclosed beneath your blazer. Your phone vibrated in your hand, a message from Dominick showing on the screen. 

D: Good Morning - hope you’re doing well.

Y: Great, you?

D: Had a rough night. I’m pretty sure I’m finally over a stomach bug. Who knows? Lysol’d the entire apartment and washed everything I could get my hands on. I feel like a million bucks today. 

Y: Oh, no, stay away from me until you’re 2000% sure you’re good to go lol. I don’t have time to be sick. 

D: Me either. I missed some important stuff yesterday at work. Gotta play catch up today. 

Y: I’m rooting for you :)

You finished your drink and looked through your messages on Meet and Mingle. One in particular had popped up 30 seconds ago. 

yourenodaisy: You are very pretty. Would it be okay if I got to know you? 

Y: Thank you for the compliment. I don’t see why not. 

ynd: You are welcome. Wow. Women don’t usually respond to me. 

Y: I’m sorry. Perhaps it’s your lucky day. 

ynd: You have no idea. 

“Y/N?”

You looked up and saw Dominick standing at the counter, obviously ordering a drink for himself. 

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you sang as you jumped up from the table. “Wow, I wished you into existence.” 

He embraced you and kissed your cheek. “Why.. what are you doing in Manhattan at 8AM? Don’t you have a class to teach?” Thankfully he spoke over the metallic clinking of your shield against... his belt buckle? 

You froze in your hug and scrambled to think of something to say. “Exams. I’m not proctoring today. Why aren’t you at work? It’s a little late for you to be just getting coffee.” 

He pulled away and scratched his head. “Yeah, I’m um, supposed to be meeting someone from another office today. Not sure where she is yet, but we’re doing a bit of work together to kind of bridge a gap between the offices.” 

Your eyes narrowed and you regarded him with suspicion. “Where is she?” 

“I don’t know. She’s supposed to be here.” 

“Where’s she from?” 

“Brooklyn.” Suddenly, it clicked. Literally, and figuratively. The clinking noise you had heard a moment ago wasn’t from his belt buckle. 

“Detective Carisi?” you asked sheepishly. You hoped he would look at you as if you were insane, because you were wrong. Instead, he took a step back and looked you up and down. 

“Sullivan.” 

You exhaled and walked back to your table to grab your empty cup and throw it away. “I took the subway so I guess you’re driving.” It was always better to own the situation than to wallow in self pity. 

“Wait a second, Y/N,” he called out as he grabbed his cup and followed you out onto the sidewalk. “Is that really your name?” 

“Evan Y/N Sullivan. Yes, Evan. Yes, it’s really my name.” You bit back a frown and showed him your badge. “Brooklyn SVU.” 

“Why’d you lie to me then? Why couldn’t you tell me who you really were when we met?” he inquired as he continued to stand stoically on the sidewalk. 

“Who blows their cover in an active investigation, Dominick? Plus, you weren’t exactly forthcoming with me, either,” you pointed out, crossing your arms. “Is Dominick your name?” 

“Sonny. Dominick Carisi Jr, but I go by Sonny.” Dominick or Sonny, it didn’t matter, neither of them had a poker face. It was wildly obvious that he was angry with you and you couldn’t blame him, you just didn’t sympathize. “I can’t believe this shit. You mean to tell me you were investigating me?” 

You nodded. He was incredulous but you weren’t budging. 

“I’m an NYPD Detective and you were investigating me for the murders of two women?” 

“Maybe three. Were you really sick last night?” you countered. 

“You’re unbelievable, Sullivan. Really.” 

You shrugged, indifferent - or at least, trying to seem that way. A part of you suddenly felt hollow, like you’d been broken up with but you’d never even really begun dating. “We can go round and round all day, or you can show me where you parked, I can take you to the crime scene, and we can start looking into this girl’s life.” 

“I know how it works, thanks,” he spat. 

The car ride over you spent ignoring Sonny, or whatever his name was, and instead continued messaging your new mystery man. 

ynd: You seem really nice. Is there any chance I could take you out sometime? 

y: Maybe. Depends on when and where. 

ynd: I work long hours during the day and normally don’t get off until around 7.. but, if you could make like 8:30 work... I’m in Queens, you?

y: I’m in Brooklyn. 

ynd: Oh I thought you were in Manhattan. 

y: No, sorry, Brooklyn. Is that too far? 

ynd: No not at all I was just in Brooklyn a few weeks ago on a date that didn’t go too well. 

y: Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. What happened? 

ynd: She was just rude, played on her phone instead of talking to me. I really hate that. 

“Could you stop talking to all 20 of your boyfriends and pay attention?” Carisi asked in his agitation. 

You turned the screen off and turned in your seat to face him. “Are you more angry that I lied and said I was a teacher, or that I looked into you as a potential suspect? Which is it?” 

“Both.” 

“Really mature. I’m sorry I lied, it was part of my cover. But I’m not sorry I investigated you as a murder suspect because I’m glad that I got to know you a little better. You might be really mad at me right now, and I get that, and fuck, you might not even want to talk to me anymore beyond this investigation, but I am glad we met, and you should know you’re the only guy I ever went out with more than once.” 

“I doubt that, Sullivan. You probably lead everyone on,” he muttered gloomily. “As for those two girls that ended up dead, we had plans to meet and we never did, okay? They never showed up.” 

“Did they say anything about other dates?” 

“No that’s not normally something you discuss when you’re trying to date someone else.” 

“I’m just asking for the sake of finding the murdering bastard who’s making it even harder to find a decent companion in this city,” you hissed. 

“Maybe if people weren’t always lying -” 

“No, no, no. I’m about deception, not your self deception. You lied to me too, Carisi.” 

He pulled into a parking spot in front of a high end boutique where the victim had worked. “I didn’t lie, I was vague. God, you know what, I really thought you were something special, like I really enjoyed spending time with you.” 

You got out of the car abruptly and slammed the door before going inside to ask your run of the mill questions, hoping to find some insight into what was happening around you. 

“What did you find out today?” Lt. Benson asked as you and Carisi arrived back at the Manhattan SVU squad room. 

“Our latest victim had complained to a few of her co-workers that she’d met a guy online and been on a date, and he was really abrasive and rude. He scared her, apparently, and when she left the date early he got mad and messaged her all night long, telling her how horrible of a person she was and that he hoped she died alone,” Carisi answered.

“I called TARU, they said that none of the screen names used over lapped on her profile, but it got me thinking that maybe he’s just making new names all around? I know they’ve looked into it but there wouldn’t be any doubling up on names if it’s always something new.” 

Benson nodded and Carisi nodded, which surprised you. 

“If it’s fine with you I’d like to talk to the friends of the first two victims and see if they can recall anything similar. I’m sure before they were upset - two women in such a close proximity.” You chewed on your bottom lip and waited for an answer. 

Benson nodded again. “Carisi, I’m sure you’d like to see Brooklyn again. It’s been what, six years?” 

When you arrived in front of your apartment building, Carisi hesitated to get out of the car. 

“If you want to park here that’s fine. I’ll drive. I know this area a little better than you, no offense.” 

“Yeah, alright. I’ll wait down here.” 

“Dominick, you can come upstairs. I’m literally going to grab my case files and grab my car keys, then we can go. I park on the back of the building anyway, so it’s kind of dumb for you to stand out here for no reason,” you explained, before motioning for him to follow you. 

The elevator ride up to your floor was quiet. It was weird knowing that not even 24 hours before, you had truly enjoyed being in his company and he had seemed to feel the same about you, too. He followed you down the hall and to your door, waiting as you unlocked it and turned on the lights. 

“How’d you smuggle in so much Red Sox stuff without getting your ass kicked?” He asked, noting the different posters and pictures hung around your apartment. 

You shrugged and picked up two files off of your desk. “I dunno, I guess when you’re as antisocial as I am, people think you’re weird and they don’t necessarily want to talk to you when they do see you.” 

He stood quietly by the door, absently looking through his phone. 

“Talking to your girlfriend?” you teased, part bitter and part humor. 

“Nah, my girlfriend turned out to be a liar, so I had to let her go,” he retorted. 

“That’s a shame.” You suddenly realized you hadn’t looked at your phone in a few hours. Meet and Mingle opened and you clicked on the inbox icon. 12 new messages. All from yourenodaisy. They became increasingly erratic as the time wore on. In just three hours he had gone from optimistic to meet you, to concerned you didn’t want to meet, to absolutely irate that you’d been ignoring him. His final message was the worst of all. 

ynd: I guess you are just like every other girl on here. You’re gonna end up alone, and I bet that last thing you ever see is regret.

You set your phone down and stared blankly at your lap. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I think I found him,” you said slowly. You stood up and crossed the room to give Sonny your phone. “Look. This.. could be him, right? Call TARU. I need to keep him engaged.” 

y: I’m so sorry, honestly. Please don’t think that about me, I didn’t mean to be so rude. 

ynd: Oh now you want to talk?

y: I do. I really am sorry. I got side tracked at work. I hope you’ll understand. 

Sonny waved at you silently and held up five fingers, signaling five minutes. If you could keep him chatting for five minutes you might be able to find him. 

ynd: I guess. I was worried you were like those other girls.. 

y: No, no, not at all. I was actually working on some end of the year grading for my students. I have conferences all day tomorrow and I’m a little nervous. :( 

ynd: You’re a teacher? In Brooklyn? Where do you teach? What subject? 

y: I teach History at Mill Brook. I’ve been there for four years now. 

ynd: Oh wow you’ve actually got a brain, not one of those girls who works in retail forever.. 

y: Idk, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with working in retail as long as you’ve got a job. 

ynd: Would you mind if I got your number? 

Your eyes lit up. A chance to really find the guy.

y: Sure.. it’s 7818892136

“Anything?” you asked as you closed the app.

Just then, your phone dinged to let you know you’d gotten a text message. 

Unknown Number: Hey, Y/N. It’s me. I just realized I never told you my name. 

Y: That’s okay! What’s your name so I can save your contact info? 

UN: I’m not one for giving out last names but my name is Jacob. You can call me Jake.

“Dominick, give them this number, see if it pulls anything up.” You held up the phone for him to read the number to TARU. 

Y: Thanks, Jake. I’m glad you messaged me. You seem pretty nice. 

“It matches text messages sent to and from all three phones, Y/N.” Carisi looked somewhat anxious before he hung up the phone. “It’s a burner. They’re gonna track the bodega where he bought it at and try to get footage of their security cameras if they have any.” 

Your phone rang a moment later and it was Captain Walker. “Benson and I both agreed that it’s best if you and Detective Carisi stay grounded for a little while, until we can figure out whether this could be our guy or not. I’ll let you know when we find something out.” 

You looked at Carisi and sighed. “What kind of takeout do you want?”