#that guy who played detective munch

[tsukithida]

If I had a Time Machine I’d go back and fuck many many hot people who are now dead

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 19 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dads Steddie X Mom Fem Reader, SMUT, delicious smut between the boys and then da boys and reader, spanking (they like it :)), slight overstimulation, dirty talk, FLUFF, they love their kids and reader loves her little family, ANGST, Spicy Dylan is back to test slightly over protective Stevie, Steve talks about his high School days, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4363

“Mama? Can you say mama, my love?” James giggles and kicks his feet as you hold him up under his arms. “Oh my goodness. Look at that cute smile.”

“Mommy, can I have a snack?”

“Go ask your father. If he’s cool with it so am I.”

Aurora rises to her feet and scurries quickly to the kitchen. “Dad! Mommy said I could have a snack.”

“You know I can hear right? You three aren’t hidden behind a wall or in another room?” Your daughter covers her mouth as she laughs and Steve lifts her into his arms as he heads to the fridge to get her something to munch on. 

“Even if he was in another room, your dads are superheroes. They hear and see everything.” You playfully widen your eyes making her laugh harder. 

“Don’t laugh, Ro. It’s true. I’m like Batman, the greatest detective in the world!”

As he heads towards the living room, Dylan quickly bangs down the stairs and heads for the front door. 

“Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?”, you shout.

“My friend’s invited me over for a movie.”

“Not even gonna ask?”

“Mom, may I—”

“Yes, you may. Go on.”

He grins as he heads for the door before Steve stops him again. 

“Hey, what time were you going to be home? I was thinking, maybe, you, me, and Eddie could play a game or something.”

“Um, I’m not sure but I’ll text you guys and let you know!”

The man sighs as he comes over to the couch and plops his body down next to yours. 

“Don’t take it personally.”, you softly smile as you rub his shoulders. “He’s a teenager. It’s what they do.”

“I know. I just feel like we haven’t got to spend time with him in a while especially with just us you know?”

“Without these adorable attachments?” James grins as he wiggles out of your hold to replace his sister’s spot on Steve’s lap after she slides to the floor. “God, he looks so much like you. I don’t think either of these children got my genes.”

“Yeah they did. James say ‘I have mama’s nose and cute chubby cheeks.’” As he pinches the baby’s face you lightly smack his shoulder as they laugh. 

***

“Steve, baby, we know where he is. I checked with Noah’s mom. Come to bed.”

“Y/N, this isn’t ok. He said he would let us know when he would come home. Not only did he not do that but he’s not answering his phone.”

You glanced at Eddie who gestured with his head for you two to go into the bedroom. 

“Ok. If you need anything…”

“I love you.” He smiles at both of you as he continues fiddling with his fingers. 

“Am I being too lenient about this? Noah’s mom said he was there.”

“He has a point, sweetheart. As someone who snuck out a lot and did terrible things”, Eddie chuckles. “I at least left a note telling Wayne where I’d be. He was always terrified Lynn was going to kidnap me or something so if I was even a little bit late he would panic.”

“My sister and I always said we were going to someone’s house but then went to a party. “

“Troublemakers.”

When you and Eddie laid down the clock by your bed said 9:30pm. Without Steve and now being worried about Dylan, you stayed awake with the metalhead casually talking in the dark. At 1am, the alarm beeped as your son stumbled in. 

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, kid. Where have you been?”

You both listened as they spoke, Steve sounding much more agitated then when you left him. 

“I told you. I was at my friend’s house watching a movie.”

“Lose the tone, Dylan. You said you would text us what time you were coming home and then you didn’t respond to any of our calls or messages. What if something happened to you?! We would have no idea.”

“But nothing did, dad, alright? I’m fine and I’m home. Can I go to bed now?”

“No, you can’t because you are in a lot of trouble. I can smell you from here. What were you really doing?”

“Ugh! I was at a friend’s house! How many times do I have to say it?!”

“Until you tell me the truth, Dylan!” You started to get out of bed but Eddie reached for her arm to keep you in place. “Fine. You want to be stubborn. That’s ok. You’re grounded. No phone, no tv, no friends house. You’ll stay here all summer for all I care until you want to be honest with me!”

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m not spending as much time with you guys anymore, Steve!”

The metalhead promptly released his grip and you marched towards the living. 

“You. Bedroom. Now! You better be awake when I get up there and don’t even think about stomping or slamming doors. If you wake up either one of your siblings you’re staying up with them.”

He huffed as he did what you commanded. As soon as he was out of sight, you turned to find Eddie with his arms wrapped around Steve from behind as he rested his cheek on his back. 

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m, um, I’m fine. I’m sorry if we woke you up.”

“Aw, that’s cute. You think we went to sleep.” Steve smiles at his husband’s joke as he wraps his own arms on his.

“Honey, you know he didn’t mean that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m fine, guys. Really.” 

Your eyes glance upstairs as you listen to Dylan vomiting. “Well, he’s going to be learning a lot tonight. Lesson one, drinking CAN fucking suck. Eddie, do you mind helping me get him in bed?”

When you two find him, he’s fast asleep by the toilet. Eddie carefully lifts him into his arms, carries him into his room, and places him on his bed. 

“He’ll be okay, right?”

“Were you at his age?”, you ask as you take off your son’s shoes and socks.

“Ma’am, you can’t prove I was drinking in my adolescence.” He grins when you laugh. “Hey, um, go check on Steve. I’ll take care of the rest here.”

As you entered your bedroom, you found Steve sitting on the edge of the bed staring into the void of the carpet. 

“Is he okay?”

��Yeah, baby, he’s fine.” You sit beside him and tenderly run your fingers through his hair. 

“It’s not what he said exactly but, goddamn Y/N, hearing him say my name again hurt a lot more than I thought it would.”

Pulling him into your arms, you tugged him down against the pillows and held him till he fell asleep. When Eddie didn’t come back, you tiptoed out of the room, and up the stairs to find him asleep on the floor by Dylan’s bed. Your heart shattered for them both as you covered him with a blanket, checked on your other two little ones, and headed back to bed. 

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You son slugged down the stairs early the next morning finding Steve in the kitchen as he bounced James around while feeding him. 

“Hey, take this. It will help with the headache.” Dylan sighed as he took the medicine and quickly chugged down the glass of water like he had been thirsty for days. “You’re going to want to drink a lot more of that through the day. Hangovers are never fun.”

“Do you know why dad is asleep by my bed?”

“Hm…I imagine he was worried about you. We all were.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you guys. I was at Noah’s but his parents left to have dinner together so…”

“Soooo…you and your friends raided the liquor cabinet?” Dylan nods as he rests his head against the counter making Steve chuckle. “Yeah, I did that a few times. It was easier for me because my parents weren’t home 99% of the time. People would come over and party at my house.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It was…until I realized I hated the people I was hanging out with and was just trying to impress them.” Dylan shifted his gaze to look up at him. “Plus, the hangovers the morning after were a pain in the ass when I was supposed to be paying attention at school.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? I yelled at you and called you by your name.”

Steve sighs as he shifts James around in his arms. “Yeah, you did but, Dylan, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my son and I love you. Nothing you do or say will change that, kid.” The boy wraps his arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. “That being said, it was nice knowing you because as soon as your mom wakes up she’s probably going to kill you.”

The baby tries to tug on Dylan’s hair causing the boy to wince as he lightly grabs his wrist. 

“James, dude, you have to stop with the hair pulling.”

“For real. It freaking hurts, doesn’t it?”, Eddie yawns as he descends the stairs with Aurora in tow. “Why are you up, weirdo? When I was young and stupid, I slept till like 4 in the afternoon.”

Steve chuckles as Dylan cringes at the volume of his voice. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.”, he whispers loudly. “Are you hungover? Drink a little too much last night?”

“Wha Dylan drink?”, Ro asks turning to look at her brother as her father narrows his eyes at Eddie.

“Nothing, honey. Dylan just had too much soda with his friends.”

“Nice recovery, Steven.”

“Is anyone hungry? I know it’s a bit early but since everyone is up.”

“Wha ‘bout mommy?”

“Let’s let mommy sleep a little more.”

You smiled from your place by the bedroom door where you had been eavesdropping, climbing back into bed so Eddie and Steve could spend some alone time with their kids. You listened to the sounds of your little family giggling and talking as they made some breakfast. It was a stark contrast to the silence you heard every morning almost 15 years ago when you were married to Charlie. Even after Dylan was born, when he woke up he crawled into bed with you, waiting for you to open your eyes to make food while he watched cartoons. 

After a while, the living room went quiet and as you stepped out to check on them, you found everyone had fallen asleep again. Both men were laying with their heads on opposite sides of the couch using the arm rests as pillows. James was curled up on Eddie’s bare chest as his father’s palm was holding him securely on his back. Aurora was on Steve’s left side while Dylan was on his right. Both kids had their heads on his chest while he had his arms wrapped around them. You quietly snuck a few pictures before beginning your day.

***

“Hey mom.”

“Heathen.”

Dylan laughed at your joke as he turned his attention back to Steve’s BMW. “Dad said cleaning his car would be a good punishment until you thought of something better. To be fair, it’s pretty awful. There’s like a never-ending supply of cheerios all over the backseat.”

“Yeah, your sister loves to snack. She gets that from Eddie. You think this car is bad, you should clean his van.” Your son shakes his head in fear making you giggle. “Naw, I think Steve came up with a good one last night. No phone, games, or going to friend’s houses for…a week. I was going to say two but we’ll chalk cleaning the car towards good behavior.”

He nods, grinning in your direction. “I don’t how good it is. I can’t seem to get this spot off.”

Tilting your head, you move closer to where he was pointing before he suddenly turned the hose in your direction causing you to gasp. 

“Oh, there we go. I got it.”

“You butthead.” You both playfully chase after each other as you try to wrestle the hose from his hand. 

“Hey! I see a lot of water but none of it landing on my car.”, Steve chuckles as he shouts at you two from the porch. Aurora giggles as she runs towards you both on the ground. 

“Sorry, baby, Dylan is an awful car washer. He keeps missing places.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare.”

“Don’t I dare what? I don’t even have to hose.” Hugging your daughter, you duck as Dylan shoots water towards Steve making Eddie cackle beside him. 

“I have a baby! He is my white flag.”

Steve marches down into the yard and easily snags the hose from his son, spraying all three of you as you run in playful panic. James laughs as he claps his hands getting the man’s attention. 

“Steven, I have a child.”

“Uh huh.”

Eddie tries to use the baby to block parts of his body making him giggle as he makes grabby hands towards you. As he leans away from his father to fall into your open arms, Steve takes the opportunity to drench him causing Aurora to point and laugh as his long hair falls comically over his face. 

“Am I joke to you, Ro?”

“Yes, daddy!”

The six of you remain outside and have fun together till the sun begins to set. 

“Ok! Please, try to eliminate as much dripping on our floor as possible. Dylan you run upstairs and shower. Rara and James, you come to our bathroom. Shoes on the porch, please and thank you.”

***

“Hey mom?”

“Hey kid?”

Dylan smiles at your response as you come into his room and take a seat on his gaming chair.

“I really am sorry…about everything.”

“I know.” You meet his grin with one of your own. “Baby, you’re a teenager. You’re going to fuck up. You think the three of us didn’t?”

“Yeah, dad told me about the Harrington parties.”

“It’s funny. You would expect it flipped with Eddie having parties but that man told me he snuck out to hang out with his friends and play D & D. He’s actually the good boy of our group when I think about it.”, you giggle.

“Oh, you and Aunt Kierra weren’t choir girls?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” Your son laughs at you as he leans back against his headboard. “What I’m trying to say is like Steve said… we love you.”

“Yeah…I hurt his feelings though right?”

You twirl in his chair as you carefully thing out your answer to his question. 

“Do you remember when we were in the apartment and you had gotten in trouble at school for fighting? You were so angry; I remember when Steve came over you shouted at him like I had never heard before. After talking to you, you cried in his arms. When you went into your room, all he could talk about was how worried he was about you. He didn’t care that you yelled at him. Eddie didn’t care that you said he couldn’t scold you because he wasn’t your dad. They just wanted you to be ok.”

“They still have that picture you drew them to.” Dylan grins as you both giggle. “Well, Eddie has the original. Steve has a photocopied version in his desk at school along with that little box you made him for his birthday when we were neighbors.”

“What do you have?”

“Good lord, my desk is littered with things you and Ro have done. As soon as James starts getting creative, I’m going to need a bigger office!”

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“Excuse me!”, you jokingly holler when you find the boys making out in your bed. “Cool, don’t wait for me or anything.”

“Payback for when you were pregnant with Aurora.”, Steve accuses as his finger reaches out to boop your nose as Eddie continues sucking on his neck.

“That was almost five years ago, Steve Harrington. I need you to let it go.”

He grins as his eyes flutter closed and he groans as the other man grinds his waist against him. 

“Fuck me. Come here, baby.”

“No, you two keep going. I told you I don’t mind you guys being intimate.” Eddie lifted off Steve’s shirt before discarding his own, mewling as he ran his fingers through his chest hair and up towards his jaw so he could bring his lips back to his own. “And I definitely don’t mind watching.”

Getting lost in each other again, Steve tugs on his husband’s sweats and the metalhead removes them, yanking the other boy’s down along the way. As he crawls back up the length of his body, Steve takes a hold of him and flips Eddie on to his back. A heavy moan leaves his lips as Steve rubs his cock against along his own. 

“Yeah? Do you like when I do that? When I grind my messy dick on yours.” Eddie responds with an open mouth kiss making Steve chuckle as he lightly pulls away. “Answer me, baby. Please. I want to hear it.”

“Feels…feels so good.”, he panted as his palms gently ran up and down the man’s back to his ass. “Don’t stop.” Steve’s head fell as he sucked on the metalhead’s neck, grinding his hips harder against his as Eddie’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck. I-I need you to ride my cock, sweetheart. Please.”

Steve nodded as he shuffled back onto his knees and turned his attention to you.

“Come here, honey. I need your help.”

As you crawled closer to them, he playfully pushed you over so he could yank off your pants and panties while Eddie lifted off your shirt. After light heartedly punching his arm and readjusting yourself, you both tilted down to lick the metalhead’s length. You took care of his tip, flicking your tongue along his slit and lubricating him with as much spit as you could while Steve played and wrapped his mouth around the boy’s balls. 

“Jesus! You both are going to fucking kill me.”

The other man came off him with a loud smack, grabbing your face as he sloppily kissed your lips. “Don’t cum yet ok?” You whined, feeling desperate for relief. It didn’t help when his hand came down to spank your ass causing Eddie to groan as a heavy pant of need escaped you. “Ok?”

“Ok, I’ll wait.”

You moved out of the way to give them space and Steve hastily positioned himself over Eddie, gripping his cock in his hand, and slowly lowered himself on to it.

“Fuck me, baby. I’ll never get over—mmm—how tight you are. Th-that’s it, Steve. Take what’s yours.”

The man bounced and grinded on top of him, his eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. Licking his palm, Eddie began stroking his cock and you quickly rose to your knees to cover his mouth as Steve’s moan bordered to a shout.

“Sorry. Feels so good.”

“Don’t be sorry, Steve.”, you cooed as you kissed his shoulder. “Trust me, I know how amazing his cock feels.”

“When we’re done, baby, we’re both going to fuck you so fucking hard. We love you so much, Y/N.”

“Focus on him right now, honey.”

Eddie pulled himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around Steve as he roughly thrust up into him. Steve clung to the man’s hair as ran his lips along his chest to his neck. 

“Cum, baby. Come on, my good boy. Cum.”, Eddie panted repeating his words over and over until the other man mewled and his release hit his tummy. “Good boy. Fuck, you are so fucking hot when you shudder like that on my dick.” He couldn’t help but smile when he heard you whimpering at his words. “You hear that? She likes the way I talk to you. Jesus…imagine how wet she fucking is right now.”

Steve began to subtly grind down, meeting the metalhead’s thrusts making Eddie groan as he looked up to meet his eyes before he grits his teeth and came inside of him.

Eddie falls back against the mattress, breathing heavily as his body gleams with sweat. The other boy kissed up his chest as he reached for a tissue to clean of his tummy before glancing towards you.

“There’s no rush. I can wait.” Your other husband looked your way as well when he heard how small your voice sounded. 

“Are you okay, princess?”

They grinned when you nodded your head and opened your legs to display your dripping cunt.

“Fuck me…”, Steve sighed as he crawled towards you while Eddie rolled onto his stomach and slid closer to you. “Look at her getting all hot and bothered.” His forehead leaned against yours while Eddie rested his on your shoulder. They were both still panting slighting which made you whine again as you rubbed your thighs together. 

Their fingers effortlessly slipped through your folds and moaned as Steve slid two of his digits inside of you while Eddie pressed circles into your clit. 

“You like watching him fuck me? Stretch me open? He feels so good inside of me, Y/N, I swear to God.”

“St-Steve, please.”

“What, baby? What do you need from, Stevie?”

“Faster.”, you answer breathlessly as your head falls back. Their lips latch on to your neck as both men do what you ask causing your eyes to roll as you feel the coil wind. 

“You like the way I talk to him? He really does look fucking handsome when he cums. You look sexy to, princess. The way you moan drive me crazy.”

You quickly shove your face into his shoulder to smother the scream that wants to break loose as you cum on their fingers.

Steve grips your waist and spins around onto his back, placing you near his hips. 

“Put it in, honey.”

“Are you sure? You both just came—”

Pinching your cheeks, he brings your lips down to his own, kissing you with a need you hadn’t felt from them in a while.

“I don’t care, Y/N. I want to feel you, baby.” Reaching between you both, he hisses as you slowly guide him into your entrance. “Goddamn it…”

You can see it all over his face. Steve was trying so desperately to control himself as he waited for Eddie. He was still slightly overstimulated and that contact just made him want to fuck you hard till he came again. The sight had you clenching tighter to him and in return his fingers pressed harder into your skin. 

Eddie’s own fingers startled you as he gathered some of the slick between your legs and pumped his cock a few times before gradually pushing into your ass. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”, the man behind you groaned as he took hold of your shoulder. Pulling himself back till just the tip was inside you, he slammed back in pushing you forward making Steve grunt at the sensation. 

They both took over, thrusting into you with purpose as you tried to suppress the urge to scream. Eddie’s palm came down a few times on your ass causing both you and Steve to let out a needy whimper. Leaning on to your back, his hand came around to lightly grab your throat as his fingers turned your head towards him. 

“Our beautiful girl, baby. Look at those gorgeous fucked out eyes. Do we—mmm—do we feel good, Y/N?”

“Always…always…”

Eddie chuckles when he looks down at his husband’s scrunched up face. “I love when he gets like this. Look what your pussy does to him.”, he whispers as he turns your head again. 

“I’m gonna—”

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Ok, let us take care of you.”

Collapsing forward, Steve’s arms wrapped around you as they both pumped their hips at a harder pace. Panting in his ear, you trembled as you came. The man underneath you followed, grunting you felt him let go inside of you. With a couple more rough thrusts, Eddie gasped as he filled you up, slowly pulling out and falling to your sides. 

“Are…are you two dead?”

You shook as Steve laughed, gently lifting your head so he could look at your tear-soaked face.

“Are you ok, honey?” 

“Yeah. Just…felt good.”

“We need to learn new words besides good.”

“Jesus, Y/N. Look at Mr. Teacher over here.”, Eddie sasses as he sticks out his tongue at the man. “Come on, my loves. We need to get clean.” As everyone stood to head for the tub, the metalhead tugged your arm forcing you to stop. “Shit, sweetheart. I didn’t realize I hit you so hard.”

Turning to look in the mirror, you notice the growing red mark that was developing where he had spanked you. 

“Oh, you really didn’t, baby. I swear. I would have told you if you were.” You quickly kissed his lips before climbing into the warm water and curling up around them. 

“So, I heard a rumor that the Harrington’s house was the place to be back in your high school days.”

Steve smirked in your direction as you and Eddie beamed over at him. 

“Yeah, for a while. I had some falling outs with some people I thought were my friends. As Munson loves to tell people, I used to be asshole.”

“What made you change?”

“A girl. She made me realize I didn’t like who I was with them.”, he grins. “Not to say that’s the same with Dylan. He and Noah are good kids.”

“The people he used to hang out with were assholes like him. Whatever happened to Tommy anyway?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Eddie splashes water in his direction and Steve does the same. “How is Dylan?”

“He feels bad for hurting your feelings.”

“Naw, he didn’t hurt my feelings. That’s my kid, ya know? He can call me whatever he wants but he’s stuck with us.”

Your hand reached out to gently run through his hair. 

“Your dad is a fucking idiot. You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.” You lean back and kiss the other boy’s cheek. “You to, Eddie Munson.”

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[eijisnotebook]

Silly ADA stuff

In which there's no more work left to do for now, so you and your twin brother get up to trouble...!

Just a silly little oneshot

I mostly refer to Dazai as 'Osamu', because that is his given name. And if you were his twin sibling, you'd both have the given name 'Dazai', so he'd be referred to as 'Osamu' to avoid confusion.

⁠*⁠.��✧

It was an unusually quiet day at the Armed Detective Agency. No cases, no emergencies, and no interruptions—just the dull hum of the air conditioner and the sound of idle pens tapping on desks. For once, the city didn’t need its quirky band of ability-wielding detectives.

"Ah, how peaceful!" Osamu exclaimed, dramatically flopping onto the couch in the corner. "Finally, a day to embrace sweet, sweet nothingness!"

"Don’t get too comfortable," Kunikida snapped, glaring over his glasses. "We need to stay sharp for when the next case comes in."

"You're such a buzzkill, Kunikida," you teased from your seat across the room, leaning back with an easy grin. As Osamu's twin sibling, you were no stranger to chaos—or to poking fun at the ever-serious Kunikida.

Osamu perked up, sensing mischief. "Oh, dear sibling of mine, shall we lighten the mood?"

"Oh, absolutely," you replied with a sly smile.

Atsushi, who had been quietly sipping tea, shifted nervously. "Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea."

Ignoring the poor tiger boy’s protest, Osamu shot to his feet, grabbed a stack of Kunikida's meticulously organized notebooks, and held them high above his head.

"Dazai! Put those down!" Kunikida yelled, lunging forward.

"But Kunikida-kun, your notebooks are so fascinating!" Osamu dodged easily, handing the stack to you.

With perfect synchronization, you took off running around the office, playing keep-away with Kunikida’s precious notebooks. Osamu laughed gleefully, dodging and weaving around desks. "Catch us if you can, Kunikida!"

"Enough of this nonsense!" Kunikida’s face was turning as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, Yosano sat at her desk, smirking as she casually painted her nails. "This is far more entertaining than any soap opera."

Ranpo, sitting cross-legged on his chair, munched on snacks. "I’ll bet you 5 bags of gummy bears Kunikida catches them in the next five minutes."

"Deal," Yosano replied, holding out her hand to shake on it. "...Wait, that's not fair! Of course you already know what's going to happen."

Atsushi, meanwhile, was frantically trying to restore order. "Guys, please stop! What if the president walks in?!"

Just as the chaos reached its peak, the door to the office creaked open. Everyone froze. Standing in the doorway was Fukuzawa, his piercing gaze sweeping over the scene: Kunikida panting and furious, you and Osamu holding the notebooks like a pair of mischievous kids caught red-handed, and everyone else clearly enjoying the spectacle.

There was a long, tense silence.

"…Carry on," Fukuzawa said simply, before closing the door and walking away.As soon as he left, the room erupted into laughter. Even Kunikida couldn’t help but crack a small, begrudging smile.

"Well, (Y/N)," Osamu said, draping an arm around your shoulder. "I’d say today was a job well done."

You grinned. "Always happy to help keep things interesting."

And with that, peace returned to the ADA—well, as much peace as one could expect when you and Osamu were around.

[novaksupremacy]

The Veiled Law of Affection-Chapter 7

hey my lovelies, sorry this has taken me so long! I proofread but my brain is also mush post Calculus final. Chapter takes place surrounding the events of S6E1 "Birthright" It's probably also my longest chapter to date 😅😅 angst, cute fluff, svu case talk, and of course your precious smut 😜I promise your next fix (and some one shot Calex stuff) won't take as long.❤️

Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

Word Count: 8955

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Read Part 6    

     “Patricia Branson, 6 years old, guy tried kidnapping her in a park full of people.” The uniform on scene told Liv and Elliot as they followed him to the victim and her father.

            “Anybody see anything? Stabler asked.

            “Only description we got was a white guy in a baseball cap, bystander chased him, but he got away.” The Uni continued.

            Liv scribbled notes down furiously as they walked.

            Elliot pulled the dad off to the side so that Liv could talk to Patty. She sat down in the ambulance using a soft voice to question the little girl. She quickly realized this was not the first time the child had encountered her would-be abductor. The little girl had originally seen who Liv had deduced to be a young adult/ older teenager for the first time outside the grocery store when he offered to let her play with his puppy.

******

            Fin and Munch stood outside the sliding glass doors next to the electronic kiddie ride Patty had described and showed her picture to the grocery store manager.

            “Anybody every use that thing?” Finn asked.

            “Sure,” the manager said with a thick NY accent, “kids ride that thing all the time. You’ll have to ask my employees if they’ve seen the girl though.”

            “What about anyone strange hanging around?” Finn continued to question.

            The manager crinkled his mustache, “Does that include two guys in a blue van?”

            John shot a glance at his partner then back at the manager, “What’d they look like?”

            “Both white, middle aged guy and some teenager with a mutt in his lap. Last week, right by the front door, blocking all my deliveries. Called the cops, Arizona plates and the number. Nobody showed up.”

            “We’ve got a pair of pedophiles,” Finn lamented as they left the grocery store and crossed the street.

            “With their very own perv mobile.” Munch added as they opened the doors to the sedan.

            “SVU Portable I have your plate.” Dispatch said over the radio and proceeded to give information about a complaint made outside Patty Branson’s school.

            “Alright we’re on it,” Detective Tutuola radioed back and hopped into the car.

            As they drove to their next destination John turned to Finn, “Hey you think Liv and Casey joined one of those women’s safety boxing classes or something.”

            Finn contorted his face, “Man where do you come up with this stuff. What makes you think that?”

            Munch shrugged, “I don’t know they’re just always showing up at work with bruises lately. I thought maybe they took up boxing or something. Or maybe they’re going to the bar after work and not inviting us, hanging out with their secret boyfriends while we hang behind and do all the paperwork.”

            Fin did his best to stifle his laughter, “Look man, I will tell you both Benson AND Novak are both seeing someone. But unless they come in with a black eye one day, I’ll let you do your own detective work on the rest of it.”

******

            “Why Patty?” Elliot asked when they realized their mystery men have Patty’s routine down. The park she visits, her school, when she’ll be alone.

            “They’re obsessed.” Liv offered.

            Elliot looked up to see the van parked not far from them, “They’re here. Circle around and call for backup.”

            Fin and Munch pulled up alongside Benson and Stabler’s sedan and rolled down their window to get the briefing.

            “Watch the back of that van,” John said as one of the suspects jumped out, “The big boy, complete with red baseball cap.”

            Cragen and Fin approached the van and banged on the window.

            “It’s an IAB caper Captain” the suspect said to Cragen flashing his shield.

            “What’s todays color then,” Fin questioned.

            “Purple.”

            Fin cocked his gun aiming it at the suspect, “Wrong. Take the keys out the ignition and step out of the vehicle.”

            The man behind the wheel hit the gas rather than comply. Fin and Cragen turned their attention to the second suspect in the ball cap, while Liv and Elliot took off after the van. After a brief chase Elliot managed to overtake the van by rear ending it, they drew down as the driver stepped out and then apprehended him. Munch managed to cut off the second suspect in the other squad car just in time for Cragen and Fin to apprehend him as well.

******

            “Three THOUSAND dollars’ worth of damage to the car?” Cragen exclaimed.

            “What can I say boss, I zigged when I should’ve zagged.” Elliot shrugged.

            “Let’s find a way to send these guys the bill, I already don’t like them. They made me run.” Cragen threw the invoice on his desk. “What do we know about them so far.”

            “PI ticket pretty well known for reuniting kidnapped kids with their parents. The kids ticket is legit too.” Liv rattled off from her notes.

            “So, someone hired them to snatch Patty.” The captain queried.

            “Seems that way Cap. No one’s talking.”

            “Let’s find out who and why.”

******

            “Can my Mommy come in too?” Patty had tears coming down her face.

            “No honey it’s very important that you do this by yourself so we can get the bad guy.” Liv said sweetly to the little girl.

            Elliot bent down next to her, “Hey Patty is it okay if I pick you up.” She sniffled and nodded. Elliot scooped her up. “I want to show you something special. See this glass?” He walked around to the other side. “No one on this side can see you, its magic, protects you from the bad guys and then we can take care of the rest.”

            The perps made their way into the lineup room.

            “I’m scared of the boy with the four. He pulled my hair at the park.”

******

            After a positive ID on the younger perp and a few hours of grilling them, the older PI told them that Patty’s biological mother hired them to find her daughter. The detectives took a ride to the address that the suspects gave up and went to investigate. Michelle Osborn answered the door and weaved them a tale about how her daughter had been abducted from a car accident that caused the death of her husband. She showed them a facial aging print out that showed what her daughter might look like now, remarkably similar to Patty, along with the addition of the diabetes diagnoses. She also led them into her daughters room which she had updated to welcome home a now 6 year old little girl.

            Elliot placed cuffs on her as Liv spoke. “Michelle Osborne you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit kidnapping.”

            On the way out of arraignment Casey ran to catch up with Liv, “Hey they said you were in a car accident. Why didn’t you call me? Are you okay?” the redhead said frantically scanning her girlfriend for any sign of bodily injury.

            “Baby I’m fine. I promise. It was barely a fender bender. We hit the back of the van chasing the PI’s. If anything, I’ll be a little sore tomorrow.”

            “Well, you’re definitely in for a massage later, but are you sure you’re alright?” There they were: the puppy dog eyes that melted any worry Liv ever had.

            “I promise, I gotta catch up with Huang, but hey.” She grabbed Casey’s hand. “Case, if something did happen, I have I card in my wallet saying you’re my emergency contact, and have you saved in my phone that way too.” She tugged on her girlfriends arm a bit before walking away. “I’ll see you later okay?” Casey watched until Liv disappeared into the crowd after catching up with Huang and getting on the elevator.

******

            It didn’t take Michelle Osborne more than a few hours to violate her order of protection.

            “You’re making a mistake!” Michelle shouted at Liv.

            “No Michelle, you are. I read the police report, you’re daughter died in that accident with your husband and now you’ve violated the order of protection and I have to take you to jail, and the judge is going to revoke your bond.”

            “She’s my daughter!”

            “We know everything Michelle, we saw the police report,” Liv shouted as she put the cuffs on, “We know Anna Osborn died with your husband in that accident.”

            “Hey look who I found,” the brunette heard her partner yell out from behind her, she turned to see Elliot standing next to a squad car with their new favorite PI in the backseat.

            “You guys just can’t take a hint,” Liv scoffed walking up to the window.

            “There’s a piece of paper in my breast pocket. Read and weep.” The perp retorted.

            Elliot reached in through the window and removed the piece of paper. “It’s a lab order with the DNA sample from Patty’s hair that they snatched at the park. Patty Branson is Michelle Osborne’s biological daughter.”

            The brunette looked at Elliot in shock, not sure that she heard him correctly.

            “Patty and Anna are not the same child,” Melinda explained to the detectives when they got back to the precinct, “I ran another test, and they are definitely siblings but not identical. I saw that Anna was conceived through in vitro. The only way this incident could’ve happened is if both women underwent in vitro with the same doctor at the same time and I’m gonna need that doctors name.”

******

            Casey walked into the stationhouse with two large cups of coffee. She placed one down on the desk next to Elliot, “Hey, where’s our girl.”

            “Thanks Novak,” he mock-groaned in appreciation and took a sip. “I don’t care what Liv says, you’re alright.” He smirked. “She’s in the crib.”

            The redhead walked in quietly, she saw Liv’s eyes closed but knew by her breathing she wasn’t asleep.

            “Casey when I open my eyes you better either be naked or have a very large cup of coffee.”

            Casey laughed, “How did you know it was me? And how did you know I was alone?”

            The brunette smiled, her eyes still closed. “I can smell your perfume, and because I’m a cop.”

            The ADA walked over and sat on the edge of the cot. “Did you get any sleep baby?” She kissed her head and brushed her hair away from her face.

            “No,” Liv pried her eyes open. “I’m too wound up.” She sat up on the edge of the bed next to her girlfriend and leaned her head on her shoulder as Casey handed her the cup of coffee. “You’re the best.”

            “Oh yeah? That’s not what Stabler said you’ve been saying.” The redhead giggled.

            “Stabler’s a gossip queen.”

            Munch walked passed the doorway and stopped, “You two tired from all those late nights of bar hopping with your secret boyfriends?”

            Liv picked her head up, “Our what?”

            “Have you been talking to Elliot,” Casey asked him. Liv turned her head towards her girlfriend in confusion, who shook her head. “I’ll explain later.” she sighed.

            “No, Fin said both of you were dating someone and I just wanted to say that I’m a little hurt that I’ve never been asked to hang out with the cool kids. I did used to own a bar in Baltimore. I’m a pretty fun guy.”

            Casey tilted her head as Liv buried her face in the redhead’s shoulder to stifle her laughter, “You’re right John, next time we go out with our secret boyfriends we’ll make sure to invite you.”

            “Thank you, that’s all I ask.” Munch said in complete sincerity. “All the involved parties are here by the way. Time to get to it.”

******

Casey and Liv walked into the conference room where they sat Michelle and the Branson’s on opposite ends of the table. Liv sat down between them in an attempt to mediate with them.

“It’s come to our attention,” the detective spoke softly “that both of you conceived by way of invitro fertilization. We’re going to need you to tell us the names of the doctors you used.”

“Dr. Stanley Norton.” Mrs. Branson sniffled, choking back a small sob.

“He was my doctor too.” Michelle admitted and hung her head.

Michelle’s lawyer, Counselor Emmett, added, “Both girls born at the same hospital, within weeks of each other”

Casey paced across the room “Somehow, Sarah got Michelle’s embryos.”

“How could this happen” Mr. Branson asked, the look on his face showing he still felt like all of this was surreal.

“Dr. Warner said it could be as simple as a mislabeled petri dish.” Liv offered.

Both mothers exchanged heartbreaking looks as Michelle began to break down in tears. “I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m so sorry.”

Sarah Branson turned to Casey “is it possible to have the order of protection removed?”

Casey shrugged, “You can petition the judge if that’s what you want.” It was clear in her expression she didn’t agree but she wasn’t allowed to just blurt that out.

Michelle’s lawyer spoke up, “I’d like you to reconsider the attempted kidnapping charge.”

“Your client was ordered to stay away from Patty Branson, and she ignored that order. She broke the law. I have to take her to trial.” The redhead stated flatly. Liv jerked her head and looked at her in shock as if she couldn’t believe what she had just said.

Casey heard her girlfriend call to her as she left the conference room. “Casey, you gotta plead her out.” Liv emoted as she closed the conference room door behind her.

The ADA furrowed her brow, “Why would I do that?” She turned and gave the detective time to catch up.

“Because what happened was a mistake,” Liv argued.

“Michelle was uncontrollably driven to kidnap someone else’s little girl.” She continued walking down the hall, the detective walking along side.

“Her little girl biologically.” Liv’s tone escalated as she stopped at the corner of the hallway.

Casey turned on her heel, “but not legally,” she spoke lower trying to stay calm and show Liv she cared. “I can’t let Michelle off the hook just because you feel guilty you didn’t believe her.” She turned back and continued to walk.

The detective’s face dropped as she wasn’t used to going toe to toe with Casey over a case since that first day. She took a breath and then followed behind, “well then give her a break cause she’s also a victim.” Casey stopped at her door and turned to face Liv while leaning against it. Liv crossed her arms and continued, “What that fertility doctor did to those two women is genetic rape.” Casey cast her eyes to the side afraid she’d cry if she continued to confront her girlfriend. “And don’t tell me that that doesn’t bother you on some level.”

The redhead turned her head and stared into Liv’s eyes, her own starting to water. She wanted to clap back at the cheap shot, but she was already lost in her girlfriend’s charm. Her face softened.

“Talk to the doctor,” she looked down at Liv’s lips longing to kiss her, “confirm what Michelle and the Branson’s say, and I’ll consider a deal.” She stared at the brunette for a minute.

The Detective looked back at Casey’s lips just as hungrily and then nodded.

The redheaded started to head into her office but looked back as Liv was walking away. “Hey.”

The brunette spun around, “Hey.”

“I’ll see you for dinner later, okay?” She gave Liv the puppy dog eyes.

“You got it.” The detective smiled softly and then turned the corner.

******

Shortly after a visit to the good doctor’s office, the detectives were in Casey’s office giving her the run down. Michelle had insisted she never signed the form consenting to egg donation. The doctor was insisting she did and probably just didn’t remember because seven years ago is a long time to remember such a minute detail. Liv could feel it in her bones that the evidence was pointing towards fraud on the doctor’s part. She just needed some help from the DA’s office to prove it.

Both X’s look the same to me.” Casey examined the photocopied paper her girlfriend handed her.

The brunette looked at her determined, “It’s a legal document, forgery is a crime.”

            “You don’t know that doctor forged anything.” The redhead sat, leaning back in her chair. Her face contorted in contest.

Elliot chimed in to play devil’s advocate, “Look, maybe its buyer’s remorse. Michelle did consent to donate her embryos, and now she’s sorry she did?” He turned his eyes towards Liv.

“That doctor pulled that story out of his ass!” She came around him to stand between him and Casey, “Come on Elliot!” she scolded, “He was making it up as he was telling it to us!” She shook her head in disgust.

“So, you think he’s lying. Michelle Osborne hired private detectives to kidnap a child. Why do you believe her?” The ADA squinted, tilting her head.

“Because Michelle Osborn has never lied to us about anything. Patty is her biological daughter.” The volume of Liv’s voice started to escalate as she spoke passionately.

            Casey crinkled her nose G-d damn she’s so sexy when she gets herself all worked up. Pull it together Novak, cold thoughts, you still have a job to do.

Elliot piped up interrupting Casey’s mental undressing of Liv, “So let Michelle and the Branson’s sue Norton for malpractice,” he suggested bluntly.

Liv sighed, getting exhausted of trying to explain her point, “But if he intentionally put one woman’s eggs into another without consent, we can’t just let him get away with it.”

“There’s no law against that in New York State,” Casey tried to iterate that despite what they were all feeling for both defendants and victims, she still had to prosecute by the letter of the law. “And we can’t charge him with larceny because stolen property has to have value, and body parts don’t.” she said pointedly.

            The brunette argued back as the redhead let out an exasperated sigh knowing her girlfriend wasn’t going to let this go. “In vitro costs tens of thousands of dollars a pop. If Norton misrepresented what he did and put that X on this form, then we have him on fraud and forgery. If he did it once before, you can bet that he’s done the same thing to other women.” Her jaw was starting to get tight.

            Casey looked up at her girlfriend, she knew when Olivia had a gut feeling like this, she was usually on to something, and she definitely wasn’t letting it go. She pulled Liv down onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Okay,” she kissed her shoulder. She had no qualms about Elliot being in the room, she knew he was a safe person for them. “Now all we have to do is prove it.” 

            “Right,” Liv turned her head, to look at Casey, her body still facing Elliot. Casey’s touch brought her back down to a calmer state. “This consent form is a copy; you get us a warrant for the real one and we will.”

            The ADA smirked, “You know you’re very sexy when you have your investigation pants on.” She leaned her forehead against the brunette’s, rubbing her nose against her girlfriend’s.

            “Oh yeah, that working for you?” She nuzzled back.

            “Mhmm,” Casey blushed and bit her lip.

            Elliot cleared his throat loudly, “Still here ladies.”

            The two moved their faces away from each other and turned back towards him, “Ahem, sorry.” Casey nodded trying to put her serious voice on.

******

Norton scoffed as he sat in interrogation “I did nothing wrong.”

Kessler waved his hand towards his client “Say nothing else Stanley. My client made an error in judgement.”

“That’s an understatement,” Casey’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as Liv paced behind her.

“Michelle Osborne gave my client verbal permission to donate her embryos seven years ago. Dr Norton wrote the “X” on the form because he thought it would help her remember.” The litigator retorted, an ever-present smug tone in his voice.

The brunette detective was getting worked up “Oh she remembers alright; she remembers that she never consented.” She barked.

Kessler laughed incredulously, “And you believe her, after she tried to have a little girl kidnapped?”

Casey looked at him with a know-it-all grin, “Because of what Dr. Norton did to her, so we’re dropping those charges.” 

“Still her word against my client’s”

“And his employees.” The redhead countered, “We have signed, sworn statements that you routinely implant one woman’s genetic material into another.”

Doctor Norton looked Casey square in the eye and straightened his cufflinks. “All I’ve ever done is help infertile couples have children.”

Olivia curled her lip, glaring with abhorrence at the doctor. “All you’ve ever done is pad your bank account” she leaned over the table towards him.

Casey looked directly at the Doctors attorney, “You can be sure we’ll find out how many other women he’s victimized.”

Kessler scoffed, closing his briefcase. “How? You can’t subpoena privileged patient records.”

The ADA grinned, “Unless,” she placed the pads of her fingers down on the desk pointedly, “there’s evidence of an ongoing criminal conspiracy. That forged “x” on the consent form is all the ammunition I need to go before a judge.”

******

Casey was beaming, “We scored a clean sweep.” She said proudly walking into the squad room. Her eyes locked on Liv.

            “Oh yeah what’d we get?” The brunette joked as she fixed her coffee.

“Warrants and subpoenas for all of Dr. Norton’s in vitro patients, plus all surgical and cryopreservation logs.” The redhead smiled, dropping some files on the desk, and facing Liv and Elliott.

“Cryo what?” Stabler asked as if Casey was speaking a foreign language.

Casey chuckled, “Where egg, sperm, and embryos are frozen and stored,” she schooled him.

“Any of this make an impression on Dr Norton?” He grabbed one of the files Casey dropped off and thumbed through it.

“Nope guy still thinks he did a favor for the Branson’s.” The counselor sat down on the edge of Liv’s desk placing her hands on her knee, “Anyway, Sarah’s medical records have a notation that none of her eggs fertilized.” She discretely caressed her girlfriend's knee with her thumb. The brunette felt it between her legs.

“So, Norton just slipped her one of Michelle’s.” Elliot shrugged.

Casey nodded, mindless tracing little circles on Liv’s knee, just brushing against the start of her thigh.

Liv popped up off the desk as the redhead’s followed her, “Okay so we get him on a couple of counts of fraud, he loses his license and does some time.” It was taking all of her willpower not so slam herself up against Casey right there in the squad room. The way the ADA’s eyes glistened as she smoothly negotiated subpoenas and plea deals just did something for Liv that she never expected.

“Yeah, and all thanks to the persistence of a beautiful brunette detective from the one six.” Casey bit her lip, subtly linking the tips of her fingers with Liv’s. “Damn I need to get you home.”

Liv blushed; desire written all over her face.

Cragen walked up next to them with a distraught look on his face, “Two-two just called. They’re mobilized.”

“For What?” the brunette looked at him confused.

The captain put his hands in his pockets, “Patty.”

******

            Thankfully with the quick work of the SVU detectives they were able to find Patty pretty quickly with a sweep of Michelle Osborn’s house for some semblance of clues. The time and place on the back of a family photo indicated a beach house that Michelle owned. The detectives swiftly mobilized there to find Michelle and Patty. Liv was heartbroken when she learned that Michelle misled Patty by saying her parents didn’t want her. 

*****

“You have to do something, babe.” Olivia took a sip of her wine leaning over the island at Casey’s.

            The redhead scoffed, “I thought you wanted me to plead her out? I can’t keep changing course based on your emotions.” She stared at Liv in disbelief.

            The brunette sighed and placed her glass down, “I know what I said earlier but Michelle is terrorizing this little girl. Patty Branson is a distraught six-year-old who doesn’t understand why this woman is trying to rip her away from her family and I feel for Michelle but she’s making it so much worse.”

            The ADA took her hand across the counter and ran the pad of her thumb across it, “You know that your huge heart is one of the things I find most attractive about you, right? I just have to make sure I don’t get my ass chewed out by Branch for letting that beautiful heart cloud my judgement.” She brought her girlfriends hand up to her lips and kissed across the detective’s knuckles. She glanced up at Liv, cocking her eyebrow, “is this helping make up for the fact that we argued earlier?”

            “Casey,” Olivia sighed.

            The redhead frowned, “Hey I’m sorry, I was just trying to do my job.”

            Olivia smiled and held Casey’s hand between her own, “No that’s not what I was getting at.” she chuckled. “What I was going to say,” she rubbed her girlfriend's hand soothingly, “is we’re not always going to agree on work. We may even shout out each other from time to time, but I promise never to go to bed angry at you as long as you’ll have me.”

She stood up and leaned in to delicately kiss the ADA, “and I promise to always have dinner waiting for you, even if its leftovers in the microwave.”

The redhead giggled into the kiss and draped her arms around Liv’s neck. “And I will always be grateful for that, Detective.” Liv stood up straight pulling Casey out of her chair and grabbing her legs, wrapping them around her waist, and placing her on the counter. The brunette started nibbling and kissing down her lover's jaw and then her neck. “Mmm,” the redhead sighed, “you are so wonderful.” She ran her hands through Liv’s hair.

The detective chuckled, “Mmm, I’ll remember that next time we fight.” Casey laughed and pressed her palm against the brunette’s cheek, nipping at her lower lip and then kissing her. Liv raised her eyebrow and flashed a grin, “thanks for making this easy for me.” She ran her fingers up Casey’s bare thighs and up under the skirt she was wearing. She pushed it up and pulled the redhead to the edge of the counter, sliding her hand up the attorney’s inner thigh. She gasped as she made her way to Casey’s center, she leaned in to kiss her neck. “Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak, have you not been wearing any underwear all day?” 

The redhead smiled deviously, her hand on the back of Liv’s head holding her to her neck, “Mmmm, well, Detective, if we hadn’t argued, I had planned on pulling you into the bathroom of the courthouse, or my office, or the backseat of a taxi.” She giggled.

“Babe!” Liv looked at the younger woman in shock. “Getting adventurous?”

“Mmm maybe a little bit. It’s hard to control myself around you. Do you know how many times when you’re getting heated about a case, I just want to bend you over your own desk?”

The brunette pulled back and looked Casey in the eyes, her own glossed over, pupils dilated. “I really do that much to you?”

The redhead bit her lip and then nodded. “You, Olivia Benson, make me crazy.”

Liv took this opportunity to slide her middle finger into Casey’s heat causing her breath to hitch.

“Fuck.” The ADA exhaled. She spread her legs slightly allowing her girlfriend more access, who then slipped another finger in. Casey gasped again, “Liv.”

The detective toyed with her lover, slowly playing with her arousal, watching Casey whimper with each movement. “Feels good, Daddy?”

Casey let out a moan, “Ohhhh, feels really good baby.”

Liv pushed the redhead’s skirt up further and laid her back across the counter. She brought her mouth down to Casey’s heat, lapping up everything she’d already spilled from her lover, and then brought her tongue up to her clit. When she did this, Casey’s head shot up as heavy sighs fell from her lips. The ADA tangling her fingers in Liv’s hair pulling her tighter to her body. “Hey baby I need you to do me a favor,” the brunette whispered, “can you spell my name for me?” She kissed down on her clit, a few quick swipes of the tongue.

Casey was panting hard, but what Liv asked of her caught her off guard. “What?”

Liv kissed her clit again and continued to do so between each word. “Spell. My. Name. Please. Humor me Casey.”

The redhead quirked her brow, still confused about why they were having a strange conversation right this minute. She decided to oblige. “O—”

As she did Liv pressed down on her girlfriend's clit, tracing the letter “O” across it with the tip of her tongue.

“Mmmm,” Casey inhaled sharply as she caught on. “L—” she whispered. “I—” she was whimpering and panting softly trying hard to concentrate “V—.” “I—oh god baby I, I’m gonna.” Her breathing was getting shallow, “A—” she could barely keep still, she was almost there, she tangled her fingers tighter in her lover's hair pulling her closer as she started over. “O—” that was all it took, “Oh, Oh, Ohhhh!” Casey let go, an orgasm surging through her body, coming hard as Liv lapped it up, humming and moaning with delight.

“Mmm, Casey do you know how fucking good you taste?” The brunette wiped the corners of her mouth and licked her fingers.

Casey sat up trying to catch her breath. “Detective if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying keep me around for a while,” she chuckled.

“Mmm maybe just for a little while,” Liv grinned as she kissed the redhead sultrily.

“That’s it, you’re in for it. Bedroom, now.” She hopped down off the counter and took the brunette by the hand leading her to the bed, pushing her back onto the mattress. Casey was in nothing but her bra before Liv could blink. She straddled the brunette and unbuckled Liv’s belt. “Wanna see a new trick I learned?” She bit her lip, smiling mischievously.

Liv looked at her lover surprised, “You have tricks I don’t know yet Counselor?”

The redhead giggled, “I got bored in my office the other day.” She pulled Liv’s belt off her pants and began to loop it around itself a few times and then held out a hand reaching for Liv’s. Liv furrowed her brow but cautiously gave the ADA her hands. Casey slipped the belt over the detective's hands and then pulled the end of the strap tight with her teeth.

“Is, is that okay?” Casey asked to check in, making sure Liv was good with what she was doing since it was new for them.

“Oh, that was,” Liv gasped with surprise, “impressive.” If she wasn’t soaked in arousal before she was now.

“You like that?” Casey asked with her eyebrow raised and her troublemaker grin. She brought Liv’s arms over her head and hooked the belt to the headboard. “Don’t move,” she scolded and brought her mouth down to her girlfriend's ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy.” She whispered and bit down into the side of the brunette’s neck.

“Oh, Casey,” Liv mewled, “Oh, baby mmm” She wanted to feel Casey’s skin, dig her nails into her back. Each struggle against her restraints made her throb, the leather rubbing against her wrists driving her wild.

The ADA was taking her time, sucking deep bruises into her lover’s neck. “Keep still baby,” she cooed, “I’m just getting started.” After she finished marking up Liv’s neck, she turned her attention downward. She unbuttoned Liv’s shirt one button at a time and threw it open, bringing her mouth down to tease the brunette’s nipples. She pulled each one into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and grazing it softly with her teeth, letting them go with a pop. She continued to roll and pinch them between her fingers as she kissed down the detective’s stomach.

“Fuck Casey,” Liv’s soft pants made the redhead simper. She tried to wriggle against the restraints again causing her to moan loudly. “Don’t tease.”

“Detective, you better stop resisting.” Casey joked as she shimmied her girlfriend’s pants down and then tossed them to the floor and then settled between her legs. “Mmm, baby you are so fucking wet. It might take me hours to clean all this up.” She taunted as she ran her tongue through the brunette’s folds. “Olivia,” the ADA whimpered, “G-d you taste so amazing.” She plunged her tongue into Liv’s core, gently fucking her, moaning as Liv’s nectars dripped down her chin.

“Oh Fuck!” the brunette cried out, pulling against her cuffs, her hips bucking towards the redhead's face.

Casey pulled her tighter, the tip of her tongue brushing against Liv’s g-spot driving her wild. She moaned against the brunette’s center, sending vibrations up her body.

“Mmmm Casey,” Liv whined, “Mmm Daddy, don’t stop.” her breath ragged. “Oh G-d, Oh G-d.” Her eyes rolled back as she pulled against the restraints, her body tightened as her walls contracted and she came on Casey’s tongue.

The ADA moaned loudly into Liv as she felt her let go, her mouth filling with her girlfriend's sweet juices. She pumped her tongue slowly as the brunette came down and then licked her clean. She ran her tongue across her lips as she looked up at her girlfriend smiling, kissing her thighs, and resting her head against one for a moment. The redhead brought herself back up and kissed Liv, sliding her tongue into her mouth, savoring the moment, and holding her thumb and fingers to the brunette's chin.

“You are such a good, good girl.” Casey kissed her again lightly and nibbled down her neck as she undid the restraints. She kissed Liv’s wrists and then laid against her as Liv wrapped her arms around the attorney.

“God, you are so fucking sexy.” Liv kissed Casey on her temple and then traced soft circles across her smooth skin.

******

Casey headed down to the jail to confront Michelle Osborne about her most recent kidnapping attempt.

“You can’t kidnap your own daughter.” Hissed as she was led towards the interrogation cell by one of the Riker’s guards. Struggling to turn her head to look Casey in the eyes.

 “The law says she isn’t yours.” The redhead argued, her patience with Michelle had long run out.

“Well, the law is wrong.” Michelle sat down on the bench in the cell, as everyone filed in and followed suit.

Emmett tossed her briefcase on to the table, “We should just forget about the law and focus on what’s right.”

Casey couldn’t help but laugh, “What’s right is for your client to accept that she has no claim to patty. You’re a victim Michelle we can take that into consideration.”

“How much consideration?” her lawyer queried.

“We’re still willing to make an offer, Michelle will have to serve three to five and get counseling.” The redhead stated, staring blankly waiting for a response.

“No thank you.” Michelle shook her head in protest.

“If you go to trial and get convicted. You’re looking at fifteen years in prison.” Casey was in disbelief.

“I’ll be acquitted, then I’ll sue for custody.” Michelle stated haughtily.

“Are you kidding me?” the ADA turned to the counselor, “This isn’t your idea, is it? It’ll never work.”

“I have to try.” The defendant whispered with determination.

“You can’t!” Michelle turned to see this exclaim come from Sarah Branson who was standing a few feet away from the cell with Olivia in tow.

Casey stood up in shock and looked towards Sarah Branson who had just walked in, and then to Olivia who had clearly brought her. “Why did you bring her here?”

Liv looked at Casey reassuringly, “Because she wanted to come.”

Sarah Branson was sobbing “I know you lost your daughter, but can’t you see what you’re doing to Patty? Please, a mother wouldn’t do this to any child.” She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

******

“Look I’m not mad babe, I’m just saying a little heads up with you were bringing her to the jail would’ve been nice.” Casey said as the two women stepped on the train. They both reached for the center pole, opting to stand. Liv wrapped her arm around the redhead’s waist holding her tight to her as the train started.

“You’re right Case, I’m sorry.” Liv frowned, “I promise to work on communicating.”

“Just pretend we’re in bed, you communicate great there.” Casey teased, smirking, eyeing her girlfriend up and down until she realized an old man glaring at her from one of the nearby seats. “Sorry.” She cleared her throat.

The brunette giggled. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

The got off at their stop and walked down off the platform, “Coffee?” Liv grabbed the ADAs hand and laced their fingers together. The redhead blushed a little, the feeling that Liv wasn’t afraid to be seen with her filling her with butterflies.

“Maybe on the way back?” Casey mused, “I just want to be able to think straight again.” She shook her head realizing her phrasing, “I mean, I need to concentrate.”

Liv reached around the redhead to ring the doorbell of the Stabler house. The door opened and the two women were greeted by a very confused Kathy Stabler.

“Liv! Hi. and—” she scrunched up her face trying to figure out who Casey was and what she and Oliva were doing there. She looked familiar but they had never been properly introduced.

“Oh, hey Kathy, it’s nice to meet you, I’m the SVU ADA Casey Novak.” She let go of Liv’s hand to extend it to the blonde in the doorway.

Kathy’s eyes followed her hand and shook it, still looking puzzled until she glanced at Liv and then back at Casey and it clicked. “Oh, OH right hi! Genuinely nice to meet you! You need to talk to Elliot? He’s at the park with the twins. It’s three blocks that way and two blocks right.” she pointed down the street.

“Not me, just Casey here.” The brunette stated and placed her hand on the small of her girlfriend’s back.

“Ah well in that case, Liv why don’t you come in for a cup of coffee.” Kathy motioned towards herself. “Seems like we have some catching up to do.”

The detective glanced at her lover, “You gonna be okay on your own?”

“Yeah babe, stay, have coffee. I think we all know I can handle Elliot.” She chuckled nervously. She gave Liv a quick kiss and headed off down the block.

Liv and Kathy moved to the kitchen as Elliot’s wife poured them both a cup of coffee. “So,” Kathy looked at Liv, “I’m guessing that’s my husband’s new softball friend and the reason you’re wearing a turtleneck?”

The brunette snorted into her coffee and her face went flush. “Yeah, that’s Casey. She’s the best thing that could’ve happened to me.”

“I’ve gotta say I’ve never seen you so— open, with anyone before. It’s refreshing. Do you love her?” the blonde asked sitting down at the table.

Liv followed suit and took a sip of her coffee, “I want to. I just don’t know if I’m ready to say it yet.”

“Boy, you and Elliot really are two sides of the same coin,” Kathy laughed, “took him forever to say it, even though now he’ll admit he always knew. You know, I used to worry about you two. He’d confide in my why I didn’t need to and how he was the only one who knew about it so of course I just thought it was an excuse” she rambled as she took another sip, “but,” she paused. “I’ve never seen you look at my husband the way you looked at her on my porch.”

*****

“Hey Dad, who’s that lady staring at us?” Lizzie asked as Elliot picked up the basketball, trying to explain to Dickie why hogging the ball would end up hurting his game eventually.

Casey was leaned up against the chain link fence at the park entrance. Her thumbs hooked through the belt loops on her jeans.

“Afternoon” Elliot smiled, confused.

“Yeah, your wife said I could find you here.” The redhead smiled.

“Dickie, Elizabeth, this is Ms. Novak. We work together.” He tussled his children’s hair and introduced them to his friend.

“You guys look like a couple of pros out there,” she approached the detective and the twins on the blacktop.

“Yeah, so go practice, and no hogging the ball.” He tossed them the ball as he and Casey stepped off to the side, “Let me guess, you just happened to find yourself on the ass end of Queens?”

“Michelle Osborne trial prep. I need a reality check.” She nodded, looking for some time of reassurance.

“Okay for what? Wait, Kathy told you I was here? You got Kathy to tell you a female she’s never met, my location?”

She shot him a look of c’mon Elliot, I radiate non-threatening LGBT energy.

A light bulb went off in his head, “You brought Liv, didn’t you? And she’s uhm.” He motioned his finger up and down his neck.

“See I knew you’d get there.” She crinkled her nose teasingly.

“Okay so about what?” Elliot asked jumping back to the original topic.

“There’s no way to win it.” The redhead stated, hoping Elliot would either bluntly tell her she was right or help her find a work around.

“You got her cold on the evidence.” Stabler shrugged as he headed towards the fence.

Casey shook her head, “Defense has already won the jury. Once they hear about what happened to Michelle, no one’s gonna care about evidence.”

“Are you worried about losing this case?” Elliot bent down by the fence to pick up his towel. “Or are you having second thoughts.”

The ADA stopped, turning to face him. “I don’t think the law can do anyone justice in this case.”

Elliot mopped his brow, “Are you just figuring that out now?” He sat down with his back against the fence.

“Michelle gets convicted; she goes to prison.” She tried to work out the conundrum out loud, “If Michelle gets acquitted, she’ll never let go of Patty and there will be no end to this.” Her voice got somber, “Either way, somebody loses.”

“Right.” Elliot looked up at her, his voice softer than usual, “What’s the question?”

Casey thought hard, finding it hard to articulate what she was thinking. She chewed on her lip, sighed, and sat down on the ground next to him. “If you found out you had another kid out there, would you want it?” She asked Elliot with genuine curiosity.

“Damn right I would.” The detective nodded.

“So, you know why she’s obsessed.”

“It’s not an obsession,” he shook his head, “it’s a love. It’s a connection that transcends everything and anything.”

Casey studied his face, now she realized how he could be so gruff but also so good with children. He was a good father, a good man. She smiled, thankful for his friendship as she continued to listen.

“I would die for my children and nothin’ in this world that would ever change that. Ever.” Elliot beamed with pride as he spoke.

The young ADA furrowed her brow in concern, “So Michelle and Sarah will never stop fighting over Patty.” She smiled but it was a sullen smile, full of sadness.

Elliot looked down thoughtfully, took a breath and began to recite from the bible, “And King Solomon said, “Bring me a sword. Divide the living child in two. Give half to one and half to the other.”

“Except I can’t split the baby.” The redhead said, her voice low, melancholy.

Stabler grinned, imparting a small modicum of wisdom on his friend, “Solomon didn’t have to.”

Casey looked at him puzzled and then it clicked, she grinned. “Thanks Elliot, I’m gonna go get Liv and make sure she hasn’t told your wife anything embarrassing about me yet.” She blushed and headed back down the street. Elliot took a sip of water and waved her off and then headed back to the twins.

*****

The redhead stood in front of her dresser, taking her watch off and placing it in her jewelry box, “I don’t think I can do this.” She sighed.

Liv could hear the stress in her voice, “What do you mean, honey? I thought you and Elliot came up with a plan. He had “sage advice” you said, which I gotta say I wouldn’t expect someone to say about Elliot as much as I love him.”

Casey gave her a look, “Normally I would agree with you but in this case he was right. However, that also means I essentially have to bully a child on the witness stand. Sure, it’s for the greater good, but hasn’t she been through enough? I mean people already think I’m a bitch, I’m going to look exceptionally cruel tomorrow.”

“Hey,” Liv ran her hands down her girlfriend's arms and took her by the hands. “you’re doing what’s best for that little girl. She’ll understand one day and anyone worth their smarts will see what you’re doing. You’re going to be brilliant; you always are.” She tugged Casey closer and kissed her, “Come to bed baby, you need to rest.”

The redhead threw on one of Liv’s old PD shirts and some sleep shorts. “I hate this,” she mumbled as she turned down her side of the bed. “I feel sick.” She rubbed the moisturizer on the nightstand onto her hands and neck before climbing into bed.

Liv held out her arm for Casey to cuddle up against her, who happily snuggled in, “What if I wanted to hold you tonight?” she joked.

“Tough, come here.” The brunette kissed her girlfriends head and held her close. She ran her fingertips slowly up and down Casey’s arm and closed her eyes.

Casey couldn’t sleep. She stared at the ceiling fan for hours, her only comfort was the sound of Liv’s heartbeat and the rise and fall of her chest as she slept peacefully. She had no idea how she was going to make it through tomorrow. Before she knew it there was daylight peeking through the window.

*******

Casey looked down at the little girl in the witness box, “Patty do you see the person who took you from the museum?

“Yes” the small child pointed to Michelle, “she’s over there.”

The ADA turned to the court stenographer, “Let the record show that she’s indicated defendant Michelle Osborne.” She turned back towards Patty, “So why did you go with her, Patty?”

“She said she had to take me to my mommy.” The child fidgeted with her hands.

“Where did she take you?” The redhead asked flatly trying to keep her tone easy for Patty to understand.

 “To her house. Mommy wasn’t there.” Patty said sadly.

Casey turned back towards Michelle, “Did you ask her where Mommy was?”

“Yes Michelle said she’s my real mommy. My egg mommy.” The little girl was physically upset.

“Did she tell you what that means?” The ADA continued her questioning even though she could feel the knot building in her stomach.

 “She said I came out of mommy’s tummy but the egg that I came from came from her tummy.” Even though Patty was distraught it was still clear she was extremely intelligent for a six-year-old.

Casey stammered silently for a moment trying to prepare herself for what she needed to do. Her insides were twisted, she wished she had a moment to glance at Liv. She knew if she could just see her, she’d feel better and know she was doing the right thing. “What did you do while at Michelles house, Patty?

Patty shrugged, “Watched TV, played with toys.”

“Do you think Michelle is nice?” The counselor inquired.

Patty shrugged again, “She’s okay.”

The redhead leaned down to get eye level, “You know what Michelle said about being your egg mommy is true right?” Casey took a deep breath, “Your Honor?”

Judge Bradley looked at the small child sympathetically, “Please answer the question, Patty.”

“No! It’s not true.” The little girl began to sob.

“Yes, it is Patty.” Casey’s voice had now become stern, confrontational. Come on Novak, don’t lose it, DO NOT throw up.

“Michelle’s not my mommy!” Patty sobbed, sweet innocent tears, breaking Casey’s heart.

 “You came from her egg, that is true.” The ADA corrected, almost fussing.

Michelle looked towards Sarah Branson, tears welling in her eyes.

“I want to go now.” Patty cried, big tears rolling down her face.

 “No, you can’t until we’re finished!” Casey scolded. She needed this to be over before she tossed her cookies. Sarah Branson began weeping from the gallery.

“I don’t want to go with Michelle.” The little girl continued to sob.

Emmet slammed her hand on the defense table. “Your honor she’s just a little girl!”

“Is this line of questioning really necessary?” Judge Bradley empathized.

“Patty, do you understand?” Casey pushed, she hated herself for this.

Patty was in hysterics at this point, “I don’t want to go with Michelle!”

“You don’t have to Patty—Not yet.” The redhead’s volume was elevated, her voice echoing throughout the courtroom.

“I want my mommy and daddy!” Patty shouted.

“No, you have to stay here!” The ADA remained stern.

Patty turned towards Michelle, “Please! Don’t take me away, please!”

Michelle stood up and shouted, “Stop! Just stop it.”

“Sit down!” The judge ordered Michelle.

“Patty I’m sorry,” Michelle wept, struggling to get words out, “I won’t ever bother you again.”

Patty ran to her parents, Casey stayed facing the witness stand breathing a silent sigh of relief that her and Elliot’s plan worked.

Michelle pleaded with the judge, “Ill please guilty if that’s what it takes. Just leave Patty alone.”

Casey closed her eyes, trying not to let the emotion leak out of her face till she got out of the courtroom. As soon as everyone one was adjourned the ADA made a dash for the bathroom. The room was spinning but she tried to splash some water on her face and take some deep breaths. She heard the door creak open, but she couldn’t even look up from the sink to see it was Liv. The brunette rushed and grabbed her from the side, she turned into her.

“Hey, hey baby I got you. It’s okay, you did great. Patty gets to go home with her parents. You did it babe. Shhh, shhh” Liv cooed softly trying to calm Casey down who was actively hyperventilating. “Hey Case, Case listen, match my breathing. Deep breaths.”

The redhead did her best to time her breathing to match Olivia’s until she was calm again. She squeezed herself tight against Liv. “Thank you for being here.”

“I’ll be here for you whenever you need me.” The detective held Casey’s head tight against her chest.

“Well then you’ll just have to always be here.” The ADA chuckled.

They walked to the squad room, Casey putting her briefcase down and handing a file to Elliot. “Michelle plead out to custodial interference. Her sentence was set aside, and she said she was going to move out of state because it was too hard to be around Patty.”

Elliot gave Casey a half smile and a knowing nod, “She did the right thing, loving her enough to let her go. I knew you’d figure it out.”

            Casey nudged Elliot.

            Cragen shook his head, “The damage is already done. That little girl's relationship with her parents will never be the same now that everyone knows the truth.”

            Casey sighed in agreement, “Law has to catch up with technology. When Patty’s 18 she has the right to make her own choice on whether or not she wants to contact Michelle, like in an open adoption.”

            Liv came around to meet everyone, “I finished the audit on Dr Norton’s clinic, turns out Michelle had sixteen embryos, ten of which were implanted in other women.”

            “How many live births?” Elliot asked quietly.

            “Besides Patty, Michelle has two daughters and a son out there.”

            Casey hung her head, they may have put a band aid over this, but it was far from solved. She stretched her neck to the side, Liv was quiet.

            Casey walked up and leaned against her side, looping her arm through her girlfriends, while the squad knew they still had to be careful about holding hands at the precinct. “Hey, what do you say we get a big bottle of wine and go back to my place. It’s been a day.”

Liv looked up “That sounds perfect.”

They started for the exit, “I still owe you that massage.” Casey smirked.

“You can give it to me while your body’s wrapped around me in that big bathtub you’re always bragging about.” Liv lightly hip checked her girlfriend.

Cragen looked at Elliot, “Do…do they think we can’t hear them?” he raised his brows.

“Captain, I think,” he paused, “when those two look at each other, they forget we exist.” Stabler folded his arms as he and Cragen watched them walk out the door.

[cherish--these--times]

Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.

Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.

Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.

AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.

FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!

The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.

Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!

Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!

Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."

One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!

Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!

One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)

"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"

Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"

Sam's friend about relationships:

"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."

Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.

Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!

Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.

ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.

Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."

There's even a mention of Horticulture!

We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.

"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."

I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!

Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk

[breakfast-cereal]

the world's three greatest detectives' Halloween philosophy

word count: 1.9k

description: Yagami Light's willpower is tested by a detective in a bad costume.

notes: written for Day 31 of @deathnotetober 2024

[main masterlist] [work on ao3]

(c: Munch)

“Don’t you think your costume is a little too on the nose, Light?” Ryuuk laughs, flicking the scythe lying on Light’s desk.

“It’s popular in America.” He slides his pen into the cupholder. “Plus, Sayu got it for me, and she wouldn’t let me leave the house without it.”

“Your love for the Shinigami is flattering. I think you might care about death more than I do.” 

The tassels on Ryuuk’s belt jingle as he swirls around the room, dragging his long nails through pumpkin and ghost garlands. 

Light swivels with a scowl. “My mom put those up; stop playing with them.” He shoves his homework into a black bag with a purple spider on the front, slipping a pencil into his pants pocket. “Of course, I care about death more than you do. All the Shinigami are indifferent. Some humans are, too.” 

“Killing people isn’t as fun as it seems.” The ghost charm falls from his hand and knocks against the wall. 

“I’m not killing people.” Light shrugs his cloak over his head. “There’s a difference between the Death Note and murder. I’m–”

“All you humans are so naïve.” Ryuuk interrupts. “I don’t have enough apples to listen to you get philosophical with me.”

Light rolls his eyes. “I have to go downstairs. Sayu and her friends are waiting for me.”

He tip-toes out of his door, careful to avoid the attention of Sayu’s friends giggling in the kitchen. Ryuuk trails behind him, throwing nail clippings into the carpet. Though Light knows no one else will see them, he glares at the disrespect. 

“You know, I’ve been reading some of those philosophy books you have on your shelf.”

Light nods, hoping Ryuuk will shut up. He doesn’t.

“That guy–what’s his name–Socrates?” He scratches his head. “Well, whatever his name is, he’s annoying. So human. All of you think too much for creatures who can die so easily. At least Shinigami are hard to kill.”

Light bites his cheek. The night should run smoothly if he can find some apples and maybe a pair of headphones. 

He meets his sister and her friends at the dining table, glancing at the water bottles stuffed into the girl’s purse next to him.

“You aren’t drinking, are you, Sayu?”

She guffaws and crosses her arms over her cat costume as a blush rises to her cheeks. “What!? No way. Don’t be such a prude, Light.”

“Light-kun is right,” L says, exiting the kitchen, already holding a handful of candies. “Drinking so young will make you stupid.”

“Ryuuzaki,” Light frowns. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a rude way to say hello to your guest.” He itches up his pant leg with his bare foot. “Your sister invited me in. Don’t you like my costume?” L smiles, wearing nothing but his regular clothing. Chocolate lines his gums. 

Light pinches between his brows. He might need to borrow a water bottle. 

“What are you supposed to be? A nuisance?”

“Light!” Sayu hits his arm. “Be nice to our guest. Ryuuzaki was just saying how helpful Dad’s been on the investigation.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Light-kun, you seem a bit—short-tempered. Is something the matter? Is it my costume?”

Like the annoying child he is, L flicks the edge of Light’s scythe. Ryuuk cackles, and Light swears a blood vessel in his forehead bursts.

“Your costume is quite fitting,” he leans in, the scent of chocolate and caramel hitting Light’s cheek. “Kira.” Light nearly combusts.

Ryuuk snorts, “Is this what you humans call reality TV?” 

Sayu’s friend, a short chubby girl who was obviously interested in Light a year earlier, laughs. “What are you two whispering about? Sayu says you’re part of an important investigation, Yagami-senpai. Is it about that?”

“Are girls your age supposed to be this nosey?” L tilts his head like he’s truly interested in the question he just asked. Itsuko, whose name Light only just remembered, flushes.

“What—no—I,” she sputters, adjusting the halo on her head. “Your brother’s friend is so mean, Sayu!”

“Light, tell Ryuuzaki to be nice. He’s upsetting my friends.”

L raises his hands defensively. “I was only asking a question.”

Light tightens his grip on his scythe. “Lay off, Ryuuzaki. You can’t barge in while you’re not even wearing a costume and act like you own the place.”

“But I am wearing a costume! I’m the world’s best detective. Like Sherlock Holmes.” He pops a chocolate into his mouth and throws the wrapper onto the floor.

Light turns to his sister, forcing a smile. “Are you ready to get going, Sayu? I saw some cool houses on my way back from school.” 

She nods, her cat ears bouncing as she hops down the hallway, arms linked with her friends.

While walking by L, Light hisses, “Behave. And pick up your garbage.”

His eyes widen, and a grin stretches across his chapped lips. Light hates him. “35%, Kira.”

“Shut up.”

“40%.”

The night is bitter, burning against Light’s cheeks. By the second block, his scythe is an uncomfortable weight in his fist. His cloak collects leaves and everything else on the ground within a metre distance.

L chews loudly on a gummy candy he pried from the hands of a little kid in a dinosaur costume. He only shrugged when they burst into tears, walking away before their mother could chew him out. 

For the smartest man in the world, he’s incredibly grating and inconsiderate. Every time he opens his weird, chapped mouth, Light fights the urge to whack him over the head with his scythe. It would probably raise his Kira percentage, whatever that means. 

“Light-kun,” he starts for the twelfth time that night. “Are you popular with kids your age?”

Light squawks. “Excuse me?”

“Well, I was just wondering since you seem to be out at Halloween with your sister instead of at a party. Now that you’re in university, I’m sure there are several parties you could go to, unless you weren’t invited, of course.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem showing up unannounced, Ryuuzaki,” he snaps.

“It wasn’t a personal insult, Light-kun. Merely a question.”

Ryuuk grips Light’s shoulders, dangling an earring in his face. “Light,” he whines. “When are we getting apples? I didn’t come out here for nothing! Not that this isn’t pretty interesting.”

Light swats his hand backwards. L’s gaze follows the movement, calculating, deciphering. His mind works faster than any regular person could imagine. Light despises him for it. 

“Yes, I’m popular with people my age, which I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.” 

L sucks on a lollipop, nodding.

“My priorities are set on school and the investigation. I’m only here to chaperone Sayu.” Light sidesteps a child wearing a sheet ghost costume, brushing against L’s shoulder. He’ll need to take a shower later.

Sayu’s friend in a devil costume laughs, jogging down the street to a house lit with red lanterns and covered in fake cobwebs. Several children crowd around the entrance to the garage, which is lined with caution tape. 

“Light,” she calls. “Let’s go into the haunted house!”

Light shakes his head with a laugh. “You go in with your friends. I’ll wait out here for you.”

“You’re no fun,” Sayu whines as she jumps into the garage with a giggle. 

Itsuko frowns, though Light can barely make out her lips in the darkness. “Are you sure, Yagami-senpai? You have the perfect costume for it!”

“Don’t worry,” L beams, wrapping his arm around Light’s shoulders. Light shrugs him off with a grimace. “Light-kun will have fun out here with me.”

Itsuko’s frown deepens and creases around her eyes and chin. Light feels the same, wanting nothing more than to deck L in the street, but that would draw too much attention.

“Don’t say things like that, Ryuuzaki. It’s weird.” 

“Am I not allowed to spend Halloween with my best friend?” He tilts his head like a dog.

Ryuuk scratches his arm, flaking off pieces of snow-white skin. “Does this mean I’m getting that apple, Light?”

“We aren’t friends.” Ryuuk opens his mouth again, and Light whacks him with his scythe, receiving a glare and a groan.

“That’s a little insulting.” 

L whips out another candy bar from his pocket. The wrapper is melted into the milk chocolate. He licks it while making direct eye contact. God, Light hates him.

“I thought we were friends.”

It takes all of his willpower not to laugh in L’s face. 

“Huh, did you?”

L drops onto the corner of the sidewalk and leans backwards on his hands to look up at the sky. 

“I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.”

Light furrows his brows. “Why so philosophical all of a sudden? Did I hurt your feelings that badly?”

“Look at the sky.”

Light tilts his head up, catching nothing out of the ordinary. The moon glows softly, overshadowed by heavy clouds. Streaks of blue and purple brush the edges of stars. It’s pretty, but Light doesn’t think much of those things. It would be prettier from above. 

“Is everything alright, Ryuuzaki?”

“Light-kun,” he sighs. “Why won’t you admit you’re Kira?”

“Excuse me? Stop saying things like that while we’re in public.” Light plops down on the sidewalk, far from where L is sitting. He rests his scythe on his knees. “You know I’m not. These accusations are ridiculous.”

He frowns, tipping his head down and obscuring his bug eyes with overgrown bangs. “I guess I should have known you wouldn’t confess like that.” L chews his cheek and pulls another chocolate out of his bag. “I always liked you, Yagami Light. Even if you are Kira.”

Light clenches his fists. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” L shrugs. He takes a bite of his chocolate and holds the remainder out to Light. “Want a piece?”

“That’s disgusting. How can you go from accusing me of being a serial murderer to offering me chocolate?”

“I know a few serial murderers who like chocolate.” The candy stains the tips of his fingers brown. He brushes them on his dark blue pants, already overlaid with stains. For the second time, he’s wearing a pair of beat-up tennis shoes. 

Light rolls his eyes. Of course, he knows serial murderers. That weirdo probably is one. “I don’t like sweet things.”

“100%, Light-kun, or should I call you Kira? What type of monster doesn’t like sweets?”

Light opens and closes his mouth but decides against commenting. He inhales and looks up at the sky once more. The colours are muted, but flashes of reds and oranges reflect from children laughing and strewn candy wrappers. 

“Even if you are Kira, Light–” It’s the first time he says Light’s name with any sense of honesty– ”I would still wish you a Happy Halloween.”

“Thanks, Ryuuzaki.”

“So, do you like my costume?” He meets Light’s gaze with a wry smile. 

Light hates him, but for the moment, all he sees are bug eyes and chapped lips, so human he feels ink on his fingers.  

“Happy Halloween, Ryuuzaki. I think Sayu is calling for me.”

On his way home, Light tugs a plush apple from the tree and tosses it to Ryuuk. His mind spins with accusations as his scythe drags on the ground. Ryuuk says nothing. 

I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.

It means more than L could ever imagine. 

Light tosses Ryuuk another apple. “Happy Halloween, Ryuukie. I’ll get you more apples this Christmas.”

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What if skk got caught in a bank holdup

A random idea/fanfiction by me.

Inspired by: the shower (truly, it's a magical place)

Because like, imagine, will you, that Dazai goes to the bank on his day off after payday, possibly looking to get some new bandages, and who should he come across but Chuuya, who is there to take out some money from a totally legitimate Port Mafia account. They'd probably bicker for a minute, Dazai would find at least three ways to insult the mafioso, who would then shout back at him, only to have everyone else in the bank shoot them strange looks, so he then resorts to whisper shouting. Until suddenly, the doors burst open, and in rushes five men with guns blazing, their faces obscured by masks. "This is a hold up!" they declare. Three of them usher all the bankgoers to one wall, forcing them to sit down quietly. And of course, if any of them try to call the police, they'd really get it. The other two deal with the clerks, getting them to open the vault, and no one gets hurt.

Meanwhile, Dazai and Chuuya are watching this play out with mild amusement. After one of them sticks a gun in Dazai's face and tells them to move it, they share a shrug and walk to the wall, plopping down criss-cross applesauce. The patrons are shaking. Some of them are crying, some are praying. Dazai folds his arms behind his head and leans back against the wall, suppressing the urge to yawn. Chuuya takes the opportunity to munch on a granola bar and observe the robbery with vague interest.

With his eyes closed, Dazai asks... "so...are you going to stop them, or...?"

"Nah," Chuuya answers between bites. "I haven't eaten much all day, so..." He turns to Dazai. "What about you? Aren't you the detective here?"

"Yeah, but it's my day off now. I don't want to work."

"Yeah, yeah, definitely know the feeling."

"Hey, you two!" shouts one of the thieves watching the hostages. "Be quiet!"

"Sorry." Neither of them sound particularly apologetic. They sit for a few more minutes. Dazai yawns and stretches. Chuuya finishes his granola bar. Nothing changes.

"What's taking them so long?" Chuuya mutters. He's starting to get annoyed. "Some of us have things to do, you know."

"This is actually really pathetic," comments Dazai. "We could have gotten double the money and been halfway back to the base by now, gone before the police even knew there was a threat."

"And we'd never do it like this," agrees the mafioso. "This is too loud, and it's got no class."

"Right? It's like begging for the police to come. And besides, this whole hostage situation is thin as paper. If they really wanted to intimidate people, they should have shot someone by now, prove they're serious."

"Those guns probably aren't even loaded."

"Honestly, this whole set up is awful. Truly amateurish."

"This whole thing would be much smoother if we did it. Maybe we should help them, just so they can get their money and leave the rest of us alone."

"That-"

"Hey!" shouts the same guard again. He points at Dazai, then at Chuuya. "What did I say about talking?! If you don't shut up-"

"No, you're doing it wrong," Dazai informs him.

"I...what?"

"If you really wanted to intimidate us, you should have fired off a warning shot, at the very least. Even if you're too coward to actually shoot a person, at least don't make it so obvious the thing's not even loaded."

Beads of sweat drip down the thief's face. "Huh?"

"And could you tell your friends there to hurry up?" adds Chuuya. "They're going to be caught at this rate. Obviously, the clerks are stalling. They're probably sticking in the lowest bills they have to give the bags some weight. It would be way more efficient to have one guy guarding the clerks and two of you doing it yourself."

"Just figure out the accounts with the most in them and take from there," Dazai suggests, standing up. "You'll get more and faster like that."

Chuuya rises as well. Now, the other two thieves who were supposed to be guarding the hostages come to back up their friend, pointing their guns directly at their heads. Dazai frowns.

"Hold on a second, can I see that? Thanks." He reaches out and grabs the nearest thief's gun, and before he even has a chance to protest, he opens up the magazine and shakes it.

"See? Empty. Would it really have been so hard to even find one bullet to put in there?"

From behind their masks, the burglars begin to panic. The public, now aware they're being held up by nothing, stand up angrily.

"And look!" Chuuya strides over behind the counter, where the clerks are supposed to be filling up bags with money. He takes one out of a male's clerk's hand and dumps it out on the floor. "All 1,000 yen bills. If you had just paid more attention, you could have made off with much more. And, now the police are coming."

Indeed, the sound of wailing sirens gets louder and louder. The thieves glance at each other. With a single nod, they turn on their heels and run.

"Not so fast!" All of the former hostages block the door. The thieves freeze, turning to Dazai fearfully. He shrugs.

"That's what happens when you don't back-up your claims. This is due to your own stupidity."

The public manages to easily restrain the thieves until the police arrive to take them away. As they're being dragged out, Dazai and Chuuya merely watch with their arms folded, shaking their heads and muttering to themselves.

"Disgraceful."

"What a sloppy job."

"Embarrassment to all criminals, really."

"Can't believe I had my time wasted with this crud."

"Hopefully, they'll do better next time."

"Yeah. If you're going to hold up a bank, at least do it well."

After the thieves are taken away, the police ask Dazai and Chuuya about what happened, since everyone says that they're the ones who stopped them. They answer with vague statements that amount to nothing, and leave the bank before they have to get more involved.

Neither of them speak much, each caught up in his own memories from the past. Eventually, Dazai decides to head back to his apartment, though not without giving one good jarb on Chuuya's height. In the end of the day, he supposed he did stop them. Well, as long as it didn't have to count as work-

The next day, both Chuuya and Dazai were required to make a report on the matter.

End.

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Niki, Aira, Tatsumi, Hiiro, Mayoi, Kohaku

"Well then, Rinrin, HiMERU would like to make a few clarifications."

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Season: Winter

Location: Inside Studio Bus

Rinne: .........

HiMERU: —Amagi.

Rinne: Hm? What's up, Merumeru? You're looking kinda pale, got car sickness or something?

HiMERU: You're one to talk. Are you feeling okay?

Rinne: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry, I ain't gonna pull any embarrassing stunts like before, so rest easy.

Anyway, since this Matrix thing's a collab with ALKALOID—

Instead of "Amagi," call me "Rinrin" to avoid confusion with Otouto-kun ♪

HiMERU: Well then, Rinrin, HiMERU would like to make a few clarifications.

He's been having trouble with the internet connection since earlier, so research is proving difficult—

Niki: Ahaha. "Merumeru" and "Rinrin," are you guys pandas or something? [1]

AkanP's been driving you nuts, but you're finally back to your regular self, aren't you, HiMERU-kun? Unmoved by whatever happens~♪

HiMERU: Maybe Nikiniki should stick to eating his meal instead of spouting nonsense?

Niki: How come my nickname's longer than my original name?!

HiMERU: Merumeru is also longer than Himeru. Anyway, let's disregard the animal noises and focus on confirming the necessary details.

Niki: Rinne-kuuun! HiMERU-kun's treatment of me's getting rougher and rougher!

Rinne: Doesn't that mean his affection level's rising?

—More importantly. What is it you want to ask of me, oh Great Detective?

HiMERU: It's about this person called AkanP.

Because HiMERU is of that nature, he always performs preliminary investigations to the best of his ability on relevant parties.

However, there is a non-negligible discrepancy between the data we have gathered and the AkanP who has been in contact with us—

Rinne: Ah, that's alright, just play dumb and pretend you didn't notice.

HiMERU: On what grounds can you confidently state that "it's alright"?

Rinne: I'm saying it's alright, so it's alright. Is that not good enough for you?

HiMERU: ...Should anything occur, are you prepared to assume complete responsibility?

As he's stated numerous times, HiMERU prioritizes HiMERU above all else.

If the situation turns dire, HiMERU will abandon you all and run away, understood?

Rinne: Have you ever said that and actually made a run for it, HiMERU?

...Thanks. You're actually a kind, good guy.

HiMERU: Hah? It's just gross getting praised by you.

Rinne: Nah, I just figure it must be hard, living like that.

You should take a page from Niki's book and take it easy. See, when I look at this guy, all my worries disappear ♪

Niki: *Munch munch munch...*

Huh? What's up, Rinne-kun? Wait, all the burgers I bought on the drive-thru are mine, got it?!

Rinne: Ain't nobody stealing them from ya.

Rinne: Nah, nothing bad will happen to you guys from now on.

Even if it's a lie, it's the duty of a monarch (leader) to say so, right?

HiMERU: ...?

Rinne: See? While we're wasting time talking nonsense, I spotted it.

—That nostalgic old haunt.

Location: Secluded Village

Several hours later. Near the entrance of the Amagi Village (colloquially).

Aira: *Inhale*... *Exhale*... Ahh, the air's so fresh ♪

Tatsumi: Well, we are in the mountains, surrounded by nature. It's healing.

But personally, I'm rather disappointed that I wasn't allowed to drive even once...

Aira: Because if Tattsun-senpai drove, people would die.

Hiiro: I like Tatsumi-senpai's driving because it's fun ♪

Aira: I don't wanna risk my life for just a little excitement and thrills...

Mayoi: Yes... Our goal is just to move from one place to another; we're not seeking to indulge in thrill rides.

Tatsumi: Such cruel words...

Hiiro-san is the only one who accepts me. Pat, pat ♪

Hiiro: But like most people, I don't want to die either, okay? 

Kohaku: Heeey~♪ ALKALOID, we were all headin' over together, but you ended up arrivin' strangely late, huh?

Aira: Kohakucchi~♪ Did you beat us here?

Kohaku: Yeah, they showed us to this big mansion they called our lodgings.

Since it reminded me of my family home, I felt like I was just droppin' by for a visit.

Aira: Really, it's pretty much your standard countryside view so far... There are some weird rocks and patterns here and there, though.

Aren't there blatantly ominous statues of evil gods or mysterious bodies impaled on stakes or anything like that?

Hiiro: Even if you ask "aren't there?" I'd just be at a loss.

Besides, technically, this area is still out of range from our hometown—

Kohaku: Whoa. Hiiro-han, what's with your brother callin' you over? Looks like he's sayin', "bring Otouto-kun here before he starts speaking out of turn"?

Hiiro-han, what's that about?

Hiiro: Hmm... I wonder? Is Nii-san up to some mischief again?

Kohaku: Dunno, but Rabu-han and company, y'all must be beat from your long trip. Come with and I'll show ya where to stay ♪

Aira: Kohakucchi's so lively... Or rather, everyone's got too much stamina.

Kohaku: We just got a different way of trainin', koh koh koh ♪

And besides, we made it here without any trouble, so we arrived early and got a solid rest.

Aira: Yeah, we got stuck in a tunnel 'cause of some collapse accident or something...

Thanks to that, we wasted a bunch of time, and it just added to my anxiety.

Kohaku: Mhm. Since there's no showdown today, let's take it easy and rest. We've got comfy beds, baths, and a lavish feast waitin' for us.

Fufu. Even though it's weird for me to say it—Welcome to the Amagi Village ♪

[ ☆ ]

Many pandas have names similar to this. From what I've read, the repetition is to create an affectionate nickname. Cute.

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Duel Links had a new Roa event with Hangry Romin and a flashback to how Yuga got Sevens Road Magician!

Romin: After this, don't expect an encore! Heavy Metal Mayhem! Rock and roll! Yuga: Romin! If you're feeling snacky, tap the bottom of your guitar! *spoing* Romin: *munch* A candy bar? Delicious! Yuga: I built a candy compartment in your Duel Guitar. I thought it would come in handy. Romin: You built that...just for me? Yuga: Now that we've solved your hunger problem, how about we solve your problem with Roa? Romin: Huh!? Yuga: If you let us know your secret, he can't use it against you anymore. Romin: I'm not gonna tell! Yuga: Tell what? That you're a rock star that's actually tone deaf? Romin: ......Yuga...You knew!?!?!?!?!? Yuga: I assumed you were because you refused to sing for our Rush Duel promo that one time. Roa: Sigh...If they're back to being friends, that means I gotta step up and Duel! Yuga: Roa, it wasn't cool to use Romin's secret against her. Roa: You mean former secret. It's not a secret if everyone knows what it is. Romin: That's true. But still not cool! Yuga, be careful! I'm sure Roa has designed strategies to use specifically against you. Yuga: Can't wait to check 'em out! Dueling's all about surprises! Roa: But don't be surprised when you lose! ...By the way...How did you get Sevens Road Magician? Yuga: Huh? Roa: Did you get it from someone? Yuga: ...I did. From the same Duelist who was there when I uploaded Rush Duels. Luke: What!? Yuga: When I first started Dueling, i went to go see Goha's Duel Tournament. [flashback] Yuga: It was cool, but I thought it could be so much better. But I didn't know what I could do about it... Crowd: Hey, what's with that guy? Otes: A wall, a mountain, not even a planet can block my way! Nothing will stop my road to victory! Come out! Sevens Road Magician! Yuga: It felt like something inside me suddenly came alive! I felt a rush! But... Goha Goons: Disqualified! Disqualified! Illegal action detected! Otes: You can disqualify me, but you cannot disqualify the inspiration i give to the next generation! Boy in the front row! Take this! Yuga: Huh!? Otes: I see on your face that you know what I'm speaking of! I know you can create the road to the future of Dueling - and even perhaps become the King of Duels! [end flashback] Gavin: I see...That was quite a story. Roa: Yes, heartwarming. But you're focusing on the wrong part of the tale. That mystery Dueling was disqualified from the tournament. What did he do that was wrong and unjust? The answer is...Because Sevens Road Magician was an illegal card that he created! Luke: What!? Yuga is playing with an illegal card?

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 9 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Carlos Martinez   

The next morning, I come downstairs at six on the dot and find Detective John Turner already up, fully dressed and ready to go.

He sits at the table, drinking coffee and munching on a protein bar while he reads the news on his phone. 

When I enter the room, he looks up and frowns. 

I'm still dressed in my underwear.

"Sorry. I... uh... I thought you'd make me breakfast." 

I rub the side of my neck and grin cheekily.

Turner's expression doesn't change. 

He gives his attention back to his phone and waves at the kitchen area. 

"Help yourself to coffee and a nutrition bar. Then get dressed and don't wander around my house in your underwear."

Pretending ignorance, I blink innocently. 

"Why not? We're both guys, aren't we?"

"Exactly. I don't want... 'anyone'... to get the wrong idea."

My face heats with indignation at the implication, first that he doesn't want anyone to think he's gay and second, especially not with me and I glance around the empty house pointedly. 

"Like who? All your other guests?"

"Believe it or not, Martinez but I do have visitors from time to time, some of whom are colleagues."

Both annoyed and chagrined, I drop the pretense. 

"I said you could call me Carlos."

"That's what you'd prefer?"

I nod.

"Well, I'd prefer you didn't wander around half naked, Carlos. You respect me and I'll respect you. Deal?"

I play off my embarrassment with a shrug. 

"You got it 'Jefe'."

Even so, I make a point to take my time getting a mug of coffee and choosing a crunchy nut bar from the box on the counter before retreating back upstairs to get dressed.

The whole time, I can sense Turner's eyes on me but I make a point not to look at him again.

Our first stop is the station, where I sit around like a bored kid on 'take your kid to work day' while Turner does paperwork.

"You want a coloring book or something?"

I look up from a random informational pamphlet on the hazards of date rape which I've read three times already and find Turner watching me. 

"What?"

"You're fidgeting."

"Oh. Sorry."

"You want something to do, you can make a list of all the people with a connection to both you and Kyle, however tangential and write down everything you know about Kyle's routine. Places he went, things he did. Anything could be important."

He hands me a notepad and a pen and I sigh. 

"Yes, Daddy."

He squints at me. 

"What did you say?"

"I said... good idea."

I take the proffered articles and get to work, ducking my head. 

Only an idiot keeps harassing a dog once it growls.

The list is longer than I anticipated. 

While his aunt is the only person Kyle had close dealings with, the number of people we both interacted with forms an expansive network. 

At the same time I can't imagine there's much significance in the fact we belonged to the same gym.

Turner seems pleased, though and suggests we start at the top, so when he finally finishes his 'desk work,' we pay a visit to Aunt Lucille.

He parks nearer the crest of the hill than I did, maybe to diminish the risk of having his doors ripped off by runaway trucks. 

As we get out and approach the antique house, he mutters instructions to me under his breath.

"Let me do the talking," he says.

"You observe. Look for ghosts or whatever it is you do."

He mounts the steps to the porch and rings the bell.

I stand at his side, doing my best to play the Mulder to his Scully or vice versa.

As she did when I visited alone, Lucille takes her time answering the door. 

Unlike me, though, Turner is patient and only rings the bell once. 

I realize why when, after Turner identifies himself, Lucille opens the door wide enough for me to see she walks with the aid of a cane.

"Yes? What can I do for you, Detective? Have you found my nephew's killer?"

"Afraid not, ma'am," Turner says deferentially.

"But that's why we're here. I know you've already been interviewed but I was hoping you'd be willing to answer some more questions about Kyle."

"If it helps, certainly. Come right in."

She backs away and holds the door open a little wider, at which point she registers my presence for the first time and frowns.

"What is he doing here?" she asks.

"Mr. Martinez has generously offered his services to assist in this case," Turner says smoothly.

"We're grateful for his expertise."

"Services? Expertise?" Lucille scoffs.

"Do your vehicles require onboard mechanics these days? Remind me to vote on the next public services referendum."

Turner smiles and turns up the charm. 

"Something like that. I assure you, Carlos is well-qualified and has every interest in securing justice for Kyle."

Lucille shoots me a skeptical look but seems to buy it. 

Meanwhile, my heart accelerates and butterflies swarm in my gut.

It feels alarmingly good to be praised and I tamp down on the feeling angrily.

‘Turner doesn't even mean it,’ I remind myself.

‘Just shut the fuck up and play along.’

Inside, Lucille leads us into a musty-smelling living area and invites us to sit.

 All the furniture looks at least a hundred and twenty years old and a coat of dust covers everything. 

I sit gingerly in a spindly-legged chair that creaks as it takes my weight, while Turner settles on a wicker loveseat with enviable ease.

"Would you care for tea or coffee?" Lucille asks, even as she lowers herself into an upholstered chair across from us, clearly with no intention of rising again to get us something to drink.

"Or some sandwiches, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," Turner says, even as, with wonderfully bad timing, my stomach growls.

"No, thanks," I say and smile, though I'm almost hungry enough to eat at Chick-Fil-A. 

‘Almost.’

"We won't take up much of your time, Mrs. Peters," Turner says.

"We just have a few follow-up questions."

"Of course."

He launches into them, leaving me feeling about as useful and welcome as a mime.

I scan the room for any sign of Kyle but don't even get a sense of his presence. 

On the other hand, spirits often anchor themselves to the familiar and as they say there's no place like home.

"Where is Kyle's room?" I ask, interrupting Turner mid-sentence.

Lucille turns rheumy blue eyes on me and scowls, deepening the lines in her face. 

"Upstairs. Why?"

"I just thought..." I glance at Turner, who lifts a brow at me. 

There's a challenge in it and I rise to it. 

I square my shoulders, clear my throat, and adopt a more authoritative tone. 

"I'd like to have a look around, if you don't mind, Mrs. Peters."

She glares at me, then waves a gnarled, ring-bejeweled hand at a steep, narrow staircase half-hidden in shadow against the far wall. 

"Do as you like, young man. Just don't go stealing anything. I'll know it if you do."

Rising, I nod. 

"I've no intention of stealing anything Mrs. Peters. I just want to help."

She waves again, as if dismissing the concerns of a troublesome chimney sweep and gives her attention back to Turner.

I take advantage of this and slip away upstairs. 

[the-rat-dad-au-fan-story]

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 1 - In the bear's den - (Part 5)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

(The 4 turn around to see a… living TV camera?) Chuck, Munch and Helen: PIZZACAM! Pizzacam: Hi guys! Chuck: Pizzacam you're all right! You look brand new. Your face isn't falling off anymore. Pizzacam: Well Fazbear's was able to make new latex masks for me. And they so much better! Probably since they made themselves and aren't depending of other factories. Helen: Why would Fazbear's made new parts for us? Pizzacam: Wait… You guys don't know what happend? Helen: What happened? Chuck: …We went bankrupt Helen… And Fazbear's bought us. Helen: … What going to happen to us? Chuck: I don't kn- Pizzacam: We will be the newest attractions in the Pizzaplex! (The 3 animatronics all look at Pizzacam). Chuck, Munch and Helen: WHAT? Pizzacam: That right! They have even been intasling a giant connection of tubes for me to travel trough to go around announcing the shows in different areas of the Pizzaplex. Chuck: So… we are still… going to play on stage? Helen: We aren't being scraped! Gregory: That's nice and all but… THERE STILL A ALLIGATOR OUTSIDE AND THE DOOR POWER IS IN 15% AND GOING DOWN BY THE MINUTE! Chuck: RIGHT! Huhhhh… How do we get out of this situation? Pizzacam: HMMMM… Chuck and Gregory are those Faz Watches in your arms? Chuck: Yes? I think? Gregory: How do you know my name? Pizzacam: Vannesa told me to warn her if I saw you… But she gives really bad vibes. Chuck and Gregory: We know. Pizzacam: So anyway, see that small monitor on the table? Press your Faz Watches into it. (Chuck and Gregory both press their Watches into the monitor. After some seconds the Watches star making beeping sounds.) Pizzacam: Great how you guys can use the camera system with your Faz Watches. Now check the map on your Faz Watches. (Chuck and Gregory both look at their Watches.) Pizzacam: Those boxes on your mini map are nearby security cameras. When movement is detected by the camera's motion sensors, you guys should see red alert icons. Switch between cameras to find a safe path out of the office and to the main lobby. Gregory: How do you know that we were going to the main lobby? Pizzacam: Well… They also gave me the acess to the security system. So I been watching and maybe making Vannesa go to the wrong locations to find you… Gregory: …Ok… Munch: Guys… (Everyone looks at Munch. And he's pointing at the door power. It says 6%.) Munch: We should leave. Chuck: You right! Comeone guys. Pizzacam: See you guys around! (Pizzacam then goes down his tube. While the gang opens the right door and leaves the office.) Gregory: According to the cameras Freddy is walking around here so we better be careful. (They all sneak past Freddy and make their way to the entrance. But before they left they hear Freddy say something.) Freddy: Superstar… There no need to hide… Chuck: Talking in that way who wouldn't want to hide from him? (They finally made it to the main lobby… but.) Intercom: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nightime protocols. Gregory: NO! NO! I'm still here! (Gregory try to run to the exit but the gates close before he's able to reach.) Gregory: …Now what am I suppose to do? (Chuck, Munch and Helen all look at Gregory with worry.)

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 1 - In the bear's den - Complete Next Chapter - Chapter 2 - Survive the night.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Yknow your post about Don Kanonji and Aizen was really touched my soul. People might hate this whole episodes of Aizen strolling around Karakura Town and call it unnecessary. But I proudly declare IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ARC. In these episodes/chapters we've got to see these tough kids like Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, even Chizuru ran for their life from Aizen, they even spent their time with chit chat. More specifically, this Mizuiro boy was CRAZY and talented. I appreciate this nee-san conqueror so much. Oh oh oh it's not over. We've also got to see this afro shinigami, the impressive guardian of Karakura Town, named Imoyama, no, Kurumadani with his energizing shikai, which has one of the best release command ever 'OHAYO', appeared amidst the chaos. Then when everything got worsened, when Rangiku ready to took her revenge and demanded for Gin's explanation of the whole circumstances, this legend stole the show! The one and only legendary Lord Don Kanonji! Fearlessly stood before Aizen and launched his holy tiny spiritual bomb, only to got Aizen frowned on how ridiculous it was. That moment when Ichigo came back with new hairstyle and mentioned his friends name one by one, including his dear Imoyama-san and the legend himself, waa astonishing and wholesome. Hopefully Aizen, far far in the middle of cold Muken, would remember it as a memento that warm his heart : 'MY ABSURD JOURNEY AT KARAKURA TOWN'.

*ngl it's indeed my favorite part since it was so random and funny despite the depressing battle.

Thank you for sharing your reflections! It was lovely hearing your enthusiasm for these scenes, and the way the final moments of this arc played out!

Because like, the arc is so long that I think by the time we get to the end, we're all a little shell-shocked. For those who were watching live, it'd been literal years and multiple filler arcs since the Arrancar arc began.

For people like me, during my first stint with Bleach I never made it that far. (I watched the anime through the Bount arc for sure, and maybe the first part of the Advance Team arc?) This watch-through is actually my first time seeing the full anime series in order, since during our initial descent in 2020 we did not watch in order. So during this episodes I was Having a Moment, for sure. XDD Relative to the journey there, this all went down super fast, and you don't really have time to process it all, which I think is fitting, given the nature of the situation.

But Don Kanonji et al gives us the opportunity for a perspective shift--takes us back to the ground, in some ways. There's a break in the drama for hijinks, but I think more than that we get out of the POV of the Gotei, and even (or perhaps especially) Ichigo's POV, who's been through so much at this point I don't think it's really possible for him to appreciate the enormity of what's going down. The guy was dead this morning! And then some!

But his friends can certainly appreciate that.

We love Keigo on B3, without reservation. But one thing I love about their gang here is that Mizuiro, exactly as he was introduced in his special chapter, is off being the protagonist of a very different manga, somewhere else. Keigo is the puppy friend in both Mizuiro's and Ichigo's manga, and he's the same character in both--exactly like Detective John Munch existing across the planes of American cop procedural TV.

(My definitely-not-crack theory is that Aizen stalked Ichigo's friends through the streets of Karakura because he spent so much of this arc basically just waiting on other people to have their narrative arcs he got bored and needed walkies.)

[autistic-crypt1d]

X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 5

BRO WHAT. That last episode was WILD and now we're starting off with a 2 parter???

S1, S2, S3, S4

Updates:

- Redux, Part 1

- this shit is getting SO INTENSE

- CANCER MAN CRYING?!?!?!?! IS HE ACTUALLY MULDER'S DAD FR?!?!?!

- oh shit, is Cancer Man about to get revenge???

- oh what the fuuuck

- Skinner you're being really suspicious rn

- HOLY SHIT IT'S THE ROOM!!! IT'S THE FILE ROOM!!!!

- Y'ALL, Y'ALL I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT RN

- wow, one point to Cancer Man!

- WHAT?!

- Redux, Part 2

- LET HIM SEE HER DAMN IT!!!

- uh oh

- CHEEK KISS

- Cancer Man is gonna get sniped isn't he

- WHO'S GONNA GET SNIPED I'M VERY ANXIOUS

- IS THAT OR IS THAT NOT HIS SISTER

- HER FATHER?!?!?!?!

- WHAT IS HAPPENING

- WHAT?!?!?!

- is that a fucking sniper revolver?!?!?!?

- ok him sobbing by her bedside is heartbreaking but he looked like he was trying to chomp down on the bed

- WOAH WOAH WOAH

- HOLY SHIT

- I'm only two episodes into the season and I'm crying 😭

- I am losing it not knowing if Mulder or Samantha are actually Cancer Man's kid

- Unusual Suspects

- the conspiracy squad???

- is that Mulder?? Naked??

- y'all what the fuck is happening

- wtf is going on with those three??

- oh she totally just lied about her name

- this woman is no good

- is this a flashback episode??? To when Mulder first met the conspiracy squad???

- is she their origin story?????

- WTF

- damn, that is one hell of an origin story!

- Y'ALL, Mulder's history with these guys and the effect they had on him is SO much more profound and deeply rooted than I ever thought!!!

- I eat up the lore in this show IT'S SO GOOD

- Detour

- HSBFKSIDHD THAT ACTUALLY SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME

- poor kid :(

- WHY WOULD YOU OPEN THE DOOR

- FUCKING HELL THAT THING IS CREEPY

- woah that's the dude who plays the guy who runs the spore drive in Star Trek: Discovery!! Love that guy

- of course it was separating you!!!

- FUCKING HELL THAT THING IS CREEPY

- "I don't wanna wrestle"

- not her man-handling him into her lap XD

- Scully waving to him with her gun while munching on wild berries is so funny

- this episode was genuinely so fucking creepy, those eyes jumps cared me every time istg even though I knew it was coming!!

- The Post-Modern Prometheus

- is that a reference to the sheriff who used to be a wolf boy? Is that him?

- uhhhh wtf

- oh, nvm, not a flashback just a black and white episode

- omfg this episode is ridiculous

- why are there so many episodes about rape in this show

- honestly I don't blame him for strangling that mf, let, probably helped, his son rape those women

- wtf is wrong with these people????

- no sympathy, he's not a monster because of the way he looks he's a monster because he's a fucking rapist

- don't have sympathy for him!!!

- HUH?!?!?!

- ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SYMPATHY????

- BRO GET THIS SYMPATHETIC EMOTIONAL MUSIC OUT OF HERE

- NOT A MONSTER?!?!?!?! HE WAS A WILLING PARTICIPANT IN RAPE AND FORCED IMPREGNATION

- literally a garbage episode because of that shit

- Christmas Carol

- oh?

- OH

- oh?!?!

- the detective guy is very pretty

- SILER???

- oh Dana :(

- HUH?!?!?!

- is she like, a result of some sort of test after Scully's abduction?!?!?!

- Emily

- ah man she's gonna die isn't she

- oh hell she's a hybrid

- isn't that doctor the gamemaster from that one stargate episode???

- GET HIM MULDER

- they're hybrids too?????!?!?!?!

- this episode is gonna be heartbreaking isn't it

- oh god...

- RUN BOY

- is he dead??

- OW OW OW

- HER SEEING THE NEW BABY AFTER THE DEATH OF HER OWN OWWWWW OW OW OW

- at least Kresge is ok :(

- where tf is her body??? Was she cremated and put into a casket or did someone steal the body or what the fuck???

- Kitsunegari

- crap I don't remember that dude's episode at all

- is he the one that can talk anyone into anything??

- ugh it is

- wtfffff

- this could not be going worse

- he's got his partner doesn't he

- y'all I have no idea what to trust rn this is wild

- so she does have the same abilities as Modell!

- WHO IS SHEEEE

- kinda anti-climactic tbh

- Schizogeny

- I can't tell if he was trying to pull his dad out or pushing him in

- Bobby leave that girl alone

- "does this demonstration of boyish agility turn you on at all Scully?" PFFFT

- the young girl looks so familiar

- this woman is crazy!!!

- OOP

- Chinga

- creepy

- WTF

- she looks unreasonably pretty in that simple outfit

- the universe really just said "no vacation for you Scully"

- IS MULDER WATCHING PORN RIGHT NOW???

- "Scully, marry me" "I was hoping for something a little more helpful" PFFFFT

- Mulder is getting separation anxiety XD

- way to go Scully!!

- dumps all the pencils into the drawer XD

- THE PENCILS IN THE CEILING PFFFT

- he missed her so much

- Kill Switch

- IS THAT APOPHIS?!?!?!?!

- IT IS

- oh shid

- oh damn!

- this is sad :(

- WTF DID IT DO TO HIM??

- UH OH

- this isn't real is it

- aw man she's gonna sacrifice herself :(

- huh???

- is the AI dead or not???

- AHHH I WANT ANSWERSSSSS

- Bad Blood

- HUH?!

- Mulder, buddy, what the fuck was that little stomping fit

- is Mulder getting more sporadic and silly somehow?

-YOU CANNOT SERIOUSLY BE IMPLYING SCULLY THINKS THAT MAN IS ATTRACTIVE

- please tell me this is just the way she remembers it and that's why this is so weird and sexual

- OMFG SHE IS STRAIGHT UP FANTASIZING RN

- "yeehaw" PFFFT

- "I just put money in the magic fingers!" XD

- HIS LAUGH

- this episode is so fucking funny

- HER FACE

- "I did not" XD

- NOT MULDER PICTURING HIM LIKE THAT

- "Mulder, Scully-" "I was drugged!" BRUH

- HUH?!?!?!

- that was probably my favorite episode so far, it's so silly and funny

- Patient X

- KRYCEK????

- damn so he really doesn't believe anymore?

- WTF

- why is Krycek helping with this shit??

- wow that's a lot of cars

- uh oh

- no this is so sad stop 😭 that poor kid

- ugh of course they're fucking

- so they stitched him up to keep the goop inside???

- oh what the fuuuuck

- RUN GIRL

- how are those dudes walking around with their eyes and ears sewn shut and no assistive devices?

- wowie

- interesting tactic, smooching him

- wtf does that mean, someone is looking out for him, who?? Why??

- CANCER MAN IS HIS FATHER?!?!?!?! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN FROM THE TYPEWRITER

- Travelers

- is this a flashback? If it said so at the beginning, whoops, I was distracted

- ok yeah it's a flashback

- OH WHAT THE HELL

- that dude looks nothing like Mulder or his dad

- Mind's Eye

- wtf did she go there for????

- why is she confessing?!?!!?!

- GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- this is sad :(

- All Souls

- oh??

- demon??

- ouch :(

- bro what is with Mulder and porn lately

- another polydactyl girl being killed?

- quadruplets???

- I know that it's difficult to hold still but that actress is shaking so much I can't not notice it

- OW

- WHAT

- this is so freaky and so sad wtf

- :(

- The Pine Bluff Variant

- woah woah what the hell??

- Mulder buddy wtf are you doing

- HUH?!?!

- oh what the hell

- HUH?!?!

- Folie a Deux

- uhhh wtf is that

- "I must have done something to piss him off" "what do you mean" "get stuck with this jerk off assignment. Or I have finally reached that magic point in my career where everytime somebody sees Bigfoot or the Virgin Mary on a tortilla, I get called out if my basement ward to offer my special insight on the matter?" "you said I alot, I heard we" PFFFT

- uh oh

- it's that same guy from SG-1 again!!! Dude this is like the 5th episode he's been in as different characters

- that dudes dive down the ladder was so graceful

- damn it dude you ruined Mulder's chance!!

- is he really a bug man or is it some kind of infection or what????

- oh shit he is a bug man

- Scully is putting it togetherrrrr

- The End

- is this dude about to assassinate that kid??

- he's gonna move at the last second isn't he

- YUP

- oh yeah I forgot Cancer Man was supposed to be dead, I was like "wtf is he doing out there?" XD

- Krycek?!?! Why is bro everywhere

- man these two really have a sibling rivalry going on without even knowing they're siblings (probably)

- omg Mulder had another partner??

- oh shit, the office :(

- the hug 😭

- WHAT A CLIFFHANGER OML

2008 movie

[charlies-letters]

September 29, 1991

Dear friend, There is a lot to tell you about the last two weeks. A lot of it is good, but a lot of it is bad. Again, I don’t know why this always happens. First of all, Bill gave me a C on my To Kill a Mockingbird essay because he said that I run my sentences together. I am trying now to practice not to do that. He also said that I should use the vocabulary words that I learn in class like “corpulent” and “jaundice.” I would use them here, but I really don’t think they are appropriate in this format.

To tell you the truth, I don’t know where they are appropriate to use. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t know them. You should absolutely. But I just have never heard anyone use the words “corpulent” and “jaundice” ever in my life. That includes teachers. So, what’s the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don’t understand that.

I feel the same way about some movie stars who are terrible to watch. Some of these people must have a million dollars at least, and yet, they keep doing these movies. They blow up bad guys. They yell at their detectives. They do interviews for magazines. Every time I see this one particular movie star on a magazine, I can’t help but feel terribly sorry for her because nobody respects her at all, and yet they keep interviewing her. And the interviews all say the same thing.

They start with what food they are eating in some restaurant. “As she gingerly munched her Chinese Chicken Salad, she spoke of love.” And all the covers say the same thing: “She gets to the bottom of stardom, love, and his/her hit new movie/television show/album.”

I think it’s nice for stars to do interviews to make us think they are just like us, but to tell you the truth, I get the feeling that it’s all a big lie. The problem is I don’t know who’s lying. And I don’t know why these magazines sell as much as they do. And I don’t know why the ladies in the dentist’s office like them as much as they do. A Saturday ago, I was in the dentist’s office, and I heard this conversation.

“Did you see that movie?” as she points to the cover. “I did. I saw it with Harold.” “What do you think?” “She is just lovely.”

“Yeah. She is.” “Oh, I have this new recipe.” “Low-fat?” “Uh-huh.” “Do you have some time tomorrow?” “No. Why don’t you have Mike fax it to Harold?” “Okay.” Then, these ladies started talking about the one star I mentioned before, and they both had very strong opinions. “I think it’s disgraceful.” “Did you read the interview in Good Housekeeping?” “A few months back?” “Uh-huh.” “Disgraceful.” “Did you read the one in Cosmopolitan?” “No.” “God, it was practically the same interview.” “I don’t know why they give her the time of day.” The fact that one of these ladies was my mom made me feel particularly sad because my mom is beautiful. And she’s always on a diet. Sometimes, my dad calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear him. Incidentally, my dad is a very good husband. He’s just pragmatic.

After the dentist’s office, my mom drove me to the cemetery where a lot of her relatives are buried. My dad does not like to go to the cemetery because it gives him the creeps. But I don’t mind going at all because my Aunt Helen is buried there. My mom was always the pretty one, as they say, and my Aunt Helen was always the other one. The nice thing was my Aunt Helen was never on a diet. And my Aunt Helen was “corpulent.” Hey, I did it!

My Aunt Helen would always let us kids stay up and watch Saturday Night Live when she was baby- sitting or when she was living with us and my parents went to another couple’s house to get drunk and play board games. When I was very little, I remember going to sleep, while my brother and sister and Aunt Helen watched Love Boat and Fantasy Island. I could never stay awake when I was that little, and I wish I could, because my brother and sister talk about those moments sometimes. Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad. And maybe it’s just the fact that we loved Aunt Helen, especially me, and this was the time we could spend with her.

I won’t start listing television episode memories, except one because I guess we’re on the subject, and it seems like something everyone can relate to in a small way. And since I don’t know you, I figure that maybe I can write about something that you can relate to.

The family was sitting around, watching the final episode of M*A*S*H, and I’ll never forget it even though I was very young. My mom was crying. My sister was crying. My brother was using every ounce of strength he had not to cry. And my dad left during one of the final moments to make a sandwich. Now, I don’t remember much about the program itself because I was too young, but my dad never left to make a sandwich except during commercial breaks, and then he usually just sent my mom. I walked to the kitchen, and I saw my dad making a sandwich... and crying. He was crying harder than even my mom. And I couldn’t believe it. When he finished making his sandwich, he put away the things in the refrigerator and stopped crying and wiped his eyes and saw me.

Then, he walked up, patted my shoulder, and said, “This is our little secret, okay, champ?” “Okay,” I said. And Dad picked me up with the arm that wasn’t holding the sandwich, and carried me to the room that had the television, and put me on his lap for the rest of the television episode. At the end of the episode, he picked me up, turned off the TV, and turned around.

And my dad declared, “That was a great series.” And my mom said, “The best.” And my sister asked, “How long was it on the air?” And my brother replied, “Nine years, stupid.” And my sister responded, “You... stupid.” And my dad said, “Stop it, right now.” And my mom said, “Listen to your father.” And my brother said nothing.

And my sister said nothing. And years later I found out my brother was wrong. I went to the library to look up the figures, and I found out that the episode we watched is the highest watched anything of television history, which I find amazing because it felt like just the five of us.

You know... a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

For me personally, as much as I don’t understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for both of them sometimes, I can’t help but love them very much. My mom drives to visit the cemetery of people she loves. My dad cried during M*A*S*H, and trusted me to keep his secret, and let me sit on his lap, and called me “champ.”

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can’t bring myself to floss.

Love always, Charlie.

[castle-dominion]

5x17 scared to death

Ok I also really really love this episode & the next one. I need a filler episode gosh! Stop it with the great episodes all in a row!

Just a few secs to midnight my girl has a guitar at least she's calling 911 Tell the operator girl what's "it" how is she talking while breathing? barefoot

*plays the audio* Perlmutter RC: No. Based on the fact she looks like an Edvard Munch painting. Really freaky. Castle smart *esposito shares a look with beckett* Do they call dreamcatchers indian woodchimes? I speak a little bit of cree which is similar to ojibwe (the culture which dreamcatchers are from, though they are also popular with cree & assiniboine). asabikeshiinh or bawaajige nagwaagan.

Like permutter! I heard that

That's what SHE thought Where is ryan? & esposito has a lot of stubble today. Hair is growing out a bit Who is this poor gal? Oh roommate who was just coming home from work

Ooh Ryan is looking great with that red sweater three days RC, saying my thoughts: Three days. That’s how long Val’s roommate said she had been acting strangely. She only bought them recently? Also three ish days? JE: Yeah, because if Val was a victim of anything it was her lousy taste in men

Loved her? really? Becks looks great, & I love those shoulder things I forget what they are called Esposito looks like he is wearing one of my I'm-at-home-today-but-have-scars-I-want-to-cover-up shirts

Yeah, did he leave before the murder RC: Well, I’ll just point out that Val asked him if he believed in the power of evil and then was talking about how it was real. I hate to say it – KB: Then don’t.

RC: A closet with more stilettos than yours. Didn’t think it was possible

Oh no he;s watching the "the ring" video I love it, the editing was nice I love castle XD XD XD (tho I heard "you saw midnight on the third day; you die" not "you saw; you will die midnight on the third day")

esposito unimpressed listening to castle Ryan sitting on the desk all cute

JE: How’s a DVD going to kill you? Is it going to come at you like a ninja star? Cut your head off? RC, dropping his head in annoyance: The actual DVD will not kill me, Esposito. It will be the spirit inside the DVD. Just like in The Ring. KR: Ooh, ooh, the one with the creepy, waterlogged little girl that crawls out of the TV. I didn’t sleep for days after that movie.

KR: Yeah. I mean, because that’s … all it is, right? A legend. KB:

Ryan "thanks bro" *nodding* *realizes she's (not) going to die* WAIT

Ok so the door is glass & you don't close the back blinds?? I wasn't asking for you! *watching her reaction*

Yes because the killer made it creepy but I mean they did well Looks like the thing my uncle had me engrave on wood for him. He's a germanic pagan. & the anch & the illuminati dollar bill eye Question: Would you get killed if you just see a pic of it?

SP: Ah, Detective Beckett. And defective Castle. (I love him so much) "appears" KB: Did she have heart problems? SP: Well, she certainly did once it stopped beating. *rolls his eyes at castle* Well heart failure killed her but what caused the heart failure? RC: (sighs) Checking my bucket list. See how many things I can get done in two days. (he looks up) Can either one of you introduce me to Bill Shatner? SP: does a double take

KR: Finding who sent this disc should make Castle feel a whole lot better. JE: Yeah. But what if the worst happens and Castle’s right? Do you think he put me in his will? KR: Dude. Uncool. JE: What? I’m just wondering. I mean, Castle’s death will be sad and all, but his Ferrari sure would lessen my grief. KR: You do realize that even putting that out in the universe is bad karma. JE: Please. Castle’s not going to die. We’re not dealing with an evil spirit. We’re dealing with a guy who has a return address. (I've seen a clip of this so I don't need to film it)

Only one other person asked? No u need a warrant technically the great beyond (keep thinking unus annus lol)

Ryckett same mug! KR: I’m just saying, maybe the reason we can’t trace the package’s origins is because it was sent from another realm.

INT – JASON BENNETT’S APARTMENT They kick open the door to the apartment and head in with guns drawn. KR: NYPD! RC follows behind JE JE: Hey bro, I just want you to know ­– (RC: stumbles on something) – just thought you should know that I really value our friendship. RC: Okay. Thanks. JE: It’s priceless to me. He touches Castle’s arm, out of character for Esposito. RC: Great. JE: But if we could put a price on it, what would it be? RC: What are you talking about? JE: I just want to know how much our friendship would be worth if you were, you know – RC pulls on a chain and a light turns on. He startles. RC: Dead! JASON BENNETT is in a chair and he’s the one dead. They rush over and KR checks his body.

Ryan knows how long he's been dead? If there was a power outage it would still be flashing but it would also keep tracking time wait nvm it's midnight, that's why castle says 48 hours & the clock says midnight

JE: That’s cold, bro. RC: Okay, does anyone have a better solution? Because we need one. If not for me, at least for Beckett. KB: (low, with admiration) Castle, that’s so sweet. You want me to outlive you? RC: Of course. Who else is going to tell my tale of sacrifice and selflessness? KB: *The admiration drops from her face*

Like what my mother said. She said that if she dies she wants us to use a photo recently taken of her, professionally taken. Castle legit thinks she wants to put a sexy (or cute sleepy) photo on the murderboard!? KB: *tried to seduce him* RC: (smirks) Well, I might be convinced – whoa, wait a minute. (her saucy look falls) In every horror movie I’ve ever seen - (he looks around) - having sex pretty much guarantees we will die. So for the safety of us both, I say we just … hold off. & she keeps walking into his space XD & he walks into a wall

Bro get some darn sleep! Who are you calling at this hour!? & Wes is just up? WC: Is Stephan King beating you at Texas Hold’em again? Pesky Suckers lol RC: Yes. WC: *rolls eyes* RC: I just thought I’d give you a little friendly competition. Just got a little writer’s block is all.

WC: Friendly competition my ass.

Bedazzlecats39 my beloved

Why is esposito standing over his desk? Yeah gross & creepy *facepalm* this is soo good & everyone is pretty. All of them. He's right! The cused ones should not go to the creepy motel KR: Whoa, you’re volunteering to watch that thing again? ACTUALLY WHAT IF HIS DEATH DATE IS POSTPONED? HE JUST NEEDS TO WATCH THE VIDEO EVERY TWO DAYS FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE unless it's like idk smile dog or smth where u feel suicidal. Maybe watching the dvd every day for the rest of your life will keep pushing back the "u will die in 3 days" death date but the constant watching of it would mess u up psychologically

clipping espt's startle

Yeah he can't remember from '08 not normal? 13? Or not normal as in court stuff Ooh murder mystery NIgel Malloy!

Dead. Castle would still say yes he could still be seeking revenge Love rystle This man is insane & not in the good way KR: Like the killer in those Chucky moves who transferred his spirit into that spooky doll. Second time he's brought those up in the series I'm a cop! Helper

Another person in the court?

Love the rain & castle-style asylum u already did that with the nypd lol Nurse Lockheart: Well let’s hope not! *cheery*

*immediately stand too close to the glass* Man just said he doesn't get visitors Mum: When did he learn her name? I mean, he seems pretty insane tbh, I don't think his appeal will go through. Or maybe he is not insane & he's just trying to be polite to visitors. But then again he might be going insane bc of the situation he is in... how DOES he know that?

RC: And we’re running out of time. So I’m going to scratch off number 27 on my bucket list. (he takes a breath) You remember that uh, blue porcelain vāse you had on your dining room table? KB: Yeah, the one the wind blew over. RC: Yeah, about that. I was playing Wii Tennis in the living room – KB: You broke my vase? RC: Vāse. Veyse is acceptable too. KB: You know what? You can stop worrying about the spirits getting to you because I just might kill you myself. RC: Seriously? You want to spend our last day on Earth fighting? She glares at him and dials her phone. KR: Ryan.

No internet, no email! Missing? He's dead... Oh. Missing from the cemetery... But wait where did att the dirt go? If you dig up a grave the dirt has to go somewhere

KB: Leopold Malloy is behind all of this. *leaves the break room* JE: Yo. Doesn’t look like Leopold has anything to do with this.

three days ago!? This is tonight! (it is 8pm rn) Ryan looked into heller's financials <3 WAIT WHY ARE THESE TWO GOING TO THE CABIN IN THE WOODS? (cottage in the forest, cabin in the woods; forgive me father for I have sinned, sorry daddy I've been naughty)

Stop where? Blessed? Just blessed? Or made it into holy water? Holy water required exorcised & blessed salt as well as exorcised & blessed water. But I wish castle brought all this stuff on the last ghost episode Oh no the phone sucks He doesn't pronounce the end of beckett's name exactly. Can you maybe put your phone by the antenna of your car?

Shia laboeuf The other one is cursed with being charming & funny!

Wow... Bear Man's been drinking Yep show ID With that taxidermy collection this guy Must have a gun RC: Look Mark, if the pattern holds, you’ve got two minutes before – (he pauses) – you know. So let’s talk about this in the car.

RC: Okay, hoo-ha we can be talking about in the –

three birds one stone circuit breakers outside? rly? ghastly? pale? pissed? Don't split up omg

Nice cloak She was chasing the fellow how did she lose them as soon as they went into the CLEARING?

WAIT DID YOU ALL KILL THE PEOPLE & TESTIFY AGAINST THE ONE PERSON TO TAKE THE FALL?

It's a woman!? It is leopold!!? R u saying the truth? Maybe he was the one with the hypnotic hold on nigel & also the nurse YOU dug it up

Woah it's about collier not nigel

There was no sign of struggle so she had the key but what about the couch?

Big bro: going to be hiding in the bear Why is she chatting at him? the 911 operator didn't hear amanda chatting last time

Why would they stand up instead of staying hidden until she came closer? Flashbang? Taser? Over the head with holy water XD

Where were the burns from electrocution?

Only took a year to plan? She did not cozy up to val for the other witnesses, val had no contact with them. Then again a year is a long time

JE, walking in with an evidence bag & a beverage: And she used this to knock them out. *raises his mug to drink* RC: The mug? JE: No, the taser. (he holds out an evidence bag) It’s a modified taser. Emits a disorienting light and amplified voltage.

To suffer the same way he did

Emp? Or that thing where is ryan btw? Oh. That's where he is. KR: I can answer that. Turns out, he was never buried. His body disappeared from the morgue shortly after his death. The police didn’t want to make it known, so they buried an empty coffin. But here’s the odd thing. His body was never found. What is with those exchanges of looks?

It is WAY past midnight now, they had to drive all the way back from the cabin. Poor people there so late.

& now she is wearing different clothes so it is a new day (night) That is the cutest sweetest thing! He SHOULD be serious lmao She mentioned that trick during the magic trick episode (poof youre dead 3x12)

His face goes instantly from anticipation & anxiety to lenny face

that was fun. loved it. I spent the full hour & a half on this one too. The next one is ryan heavy it's the fenton o'connell episode. I need to LEAVE in an hour & a half for work. fricking ew. I don't have time for another full one.

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Richard Belzer, who played against type as a tough New York cop on Law and Order SVU after a long comedy career, has died at 78.

His death was first reported on social media by his friend, the actor Laraine Newman of Saturday Night Live fame.

"I’m so sad to hear of Richard Belzer’s passing," she wrote. "Sunday loved this guy so much. He was one of my first friends when I got to New York to do SNL.

In the 1970s, Belzer was the warm-up comedian for Saturday Night Live and appeared multiple times in its early seasons in bit parts. He also made memorable appearances in films like Fame and Author! Author! in the 1980s.

"Richard Belzer’s Detective John Munch is one of television’s iconic characters," said a statement from show creator and producer Dick Wolf. "I first worked with Richard on the ‘Law & Order’/’Homicide’ crossover and loved the character so much, I told Tom Fontana that I wanted to make him one of the original characters on SVU. The rest is history. He brought humour and joy into all our lives. He was the consummate professional. And we will all miss him very much."

Belzer went on to host the cable TV show Hot Properties, where he was famously choked out by wrestler Hulk Hogan; he sued the wrestler, and the parties reached an agreement.

His next role was as Detective John Munch in Homicide: Life on the Street, a gig that lasted for 122 episodes. He also made appearances on The X-Files and Mad About You.

In 2016, Belzer released the book Hit List: An In-Depth Investigation into the Mysterious Deaths of Witnesses to the JFK Assassination.

His other books include UFOS, JFK, and Elvis. Conspiracies Have to be Crazy to Believe and Dead Wrong: Straight Facts on the Country’s Most Controversial Cover-Ups.