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zadien · 2 years

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For Beyblade OC creators - Get to know your OC

Pick your own beyblade OC and answer these questions. I see loads of art of OCs but I would love to know more about the OCs that are in the Beyblade fandom. I just think this would be fun to do. Tag with Beyblade OC character prompt.

1. Name:

2. Age:

3. What does your OC look like?

4. Nationality?

5. Best Friend?

6. Favourite person?

7. Romantic interest?

8. Hobby?

9. Morning or Night?

10. Favourite drink?

11. Favourite article of clothing?

12. What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

13. Beyblade fan or not? Why?

14. It’s a rainy afternoon, there’s a howling wind and the lights are flickering, what does your OC do?

15. What is your favourite scene involving your OC in regards the series or fanfiction?

16. Does your OC watch movies? Which one is your OC’s favourite?

17. When watching a tournament, which blader does your OC cheer for over all others? Now who would your OC bet on to win?

18. Something unique about your OC?

19. Would your OC stay up all night skyping with a friend? Or do they prefer sleep?

20. Now tell me your OC’s background. How did they get involved in the world of Beyblade?

And now link to where I can find your OC.

For Beyblade OC creators - Get to know your OC

1. Name? Amber Benson

2. Age? 15 in Saving, 17/18 in SLTS

3. What does your OC look like? Longish black hair, ochre eyes, tanned skin, half Spanish, half Irish, lends itself to an interesting match up of features. 5ft 3 (probably less without shoes but when she’s that short she’s never going to measure herself), boyish figure that she bemoans quite a bit. When you know someone like Mariam, you get a complex.

4. Nationality? Irish?

5. Best friend? Hilary Tachibana & Ian Papov in Saving (she never formed close enough bonds previously, courtesy of a voice in her head making things a tad awkward) & Tala Valkov, Ruin Mulryan (they’re more like her parental besties) and Miyami Kinomiya in SLTS

6. Favourite Person? In all universes, Nana Molly. Her father’s mother and the matriarch of the family. No nonsense woman who puts family first above everything else, and family is more than just blood and DNA to her.

7. Romantic Interest? Kai Hiwatari. At this point he just suffers in silence.

8. Hobby? Ice Hockey in SLTS, Saving Ireland in Saving??? She also likes singing, and playing video games with Ian.

9. Morning or Night? Night.

10. Favourite drink? Tea

11. Favourite article of clothing? The infamous sneakers that are all but falling apart and really need to be dumped.

12. OC weaknesses? Amber is reckless to a fault. She never thinks things through properly, just jumps feet first and hopes to go she’ll not die. This also applies to emotionally too, she doesn’t process her emotions, she’ll lash out first, think about it later. That causes her endless problems. She’ll climb on her high horse where she is obviously right — so it’s good she’s surrounded herself with people who have no problem is calling her out on her hypocrisy so that she has to reassess and grow as a person. She’s not irrevocably flawed, but she’s enough of an asshole for the others to accept her into their ranks.

13. Beyblade fan or not? Why? Not. She missed the hype train on the sport and really doesn’t understand the fascination with a spinning top. Most of that comes down to sheer ignorance, she just doesn’t know anything about it, and then sheer stubbornness where she doesn’t want to know. When she does learn about it, it scares her, her experience with beyblading isn’t the best. The people are great though, she’s a fan of them, but not actually the sport. Once they stop playing, she’ll give zero shits about it. Also her closest friends are Hilary, Ian and Mariam, all of whom don’t spend time in the dish, so there’s no incentive to get into it.

14. It’s a rainy afternoon, there’s a howling wind and the lights are flickering, what does your OC do? ((Runs and finds Heathcliff??? What was I thinking with that question?)) Amber charges everything in case the electricity goes out and then bunkers down with a cup of tea, maybe plays a video game, lights a fire (in a fireplace, she’s not an arsonist). Sends endless memes to Ian and explains them to Hilary — also bugs Kai.

15. What is your favourite scene involving your OC in regards the series or fanfiction? So Amber isn’t involved in the series of beyblade, there’s no fanfic rewrite with her as a character, so there’s nothing there she’d be involved in. However, there’s a scene in Saving where Amber will inevitably sacrifice herself. That’s another reckless thing she does, it’s very annoying. But in this scene, while doing her sacrificial lamb thing, she smartly out manoeuvres a fey with her ability to think quickly on her feet and talk herself out of trouble. And I just love that - also when she made the Lord of the Ring Reference to the Fey rider with Ian. Ian’s reaction to that is fantastic and it’s one of my favourite scenes because it’s classic Amber, speak first, think later. And it inevitably pays off —for a change. Ian was impressed for like five minutes.

16. Does your OC watch movies? Which one is your OC’s favourite? Yeah, Amber watches movies. She’s not got a favourite so much (someone will tell me I’m wrong and she’s stated her favourite in xyz chapter) but in Saving it’s Moana, because that’s her baby cousin’s hyperfixation and some of that movie resonates with her and her plight. In SLTS Probably Miracle or something hockey related, she loves Marvel too and is on a quest to get Kai some pop culture so he won’t make a fool of himself on those NHL interviews. He’s gonna ace them and look like a real boy.

17. When watching a tournament, which blader does your OC cheer for over all others? Now who would your OC bet on to win? Bet on to win? Tyson. Maybe Kai… she’ll double bet. She’s shitty at gambling. She just wants to win and those are obvious bets. Who would she cheer? Privately, Kai. Out loud, anyone but. Any of the girls, she’ll definitely cheer for. HOWEVER IF MARIAM ENTERS A TOURNAMENT Amber will be number 1 fan, wear the merch, scream the loudest, carry a ‘Mariam will you marry me’ poster and wave it wildly. That’s just law.

18. Something unique about your OC? She’s so fucking normal that coming up something unique is difficult. She doesn’t look interesting, she doesn’t have a beyblade - she has a voice in her head which she thought made her unique but then she met Brooklyn and… it’s really not that special. OH! She has a good relationship with her family! That’s unique in Beyblade! (Not her cousins in Saving but they don’t exist)

19. Would your OC stay up all night skyping messaging a friend? Or do they prefer sleep? Okay, so she absolutely would and has. She likes to talk and doesn’t know how to shut up. In Saving sleeps not always been a comfort to her, she dreams about her death a lot. It’s not fun. Thing is, she needs sleep. She’s a grumpy bitch if she doesn’t get 8 hours, so now we know why she is as she is! SLTS Amber would definitely stay up talking all night but she’s in boarding school and everyone tells her to shut up and sleep because they need to practice in the morning and they’re not in different timezones.

20. Now tell me your OC’s background. How did they get involved in the world of Beyblade? Reluctantly and with great disdain. Amber was born with a voice in her head, the same one her grandfather had, the one he passed on to her as he died. The voice warns of an approaching apocalypse, the end of mankind as we know it, the revival of the fey and their reclamation of Ireland. For the first part of her life she could ignore it, until she couldn’t.

When the flyers announcing the tournament started to show up, the voice became antsy. It was time, they had to go now or everything would be lost. It’s not something any fifteen year old wants to hear, but when your family all believes in it, the prophesy handed down by every generation, you can’t exactly ignore it. And when her Nana Molly gives her some money and encouragement, Amber finds herself on a train to Belfast to save the world or her part of it.

Problem is, she has no skills, she has no powers but she knows that Beybladers with their bitbeasts are what cause the Fey to awaken, so surely if she just gets them to leave, that’ll sort it. She’ll steal their damn bitbeasts if she has to (and give them back once they leave because she’s not a villain). It’s a very simple solution to a very complicated problem. Except she didn’t count on the Beybladers and their innate suspicion of new people who show up pretending to be nice.

But weirdly she ends up befriending Ian and Hilary and once she shows Hilary the voice, everything starts to be a little more real. And when Mariam comes on board, it looks like Amber might actually have a chance to pull this off. Of course, nothing goes to plan and if they hope to succeed and prevent the end of the world, then all the Beybladers will need to come together and maybe, an Irish girl with no history with these various teams, might be key to pulling them all together. And where can you find Amber?

Amber can be found here and here. Ff.net suffers some growing pains in terms of writing but more story to read, AO3 is better writing (debatable) and a better reader experience, but slower updates as I try to make it better. Thank you!! I shall be sending these on to you later so we can hear a bit about Kain!

#Beyblade #zadien replies #amber marie benson #beyblade oc #everyone should do this if you have an oc #be cool to hear about them

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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happy thursday friends it's law and order night, you know the drill..

Hot damn that was one cold open jfc OC…

It really is such a shame how much I adore all of the characters on this show… except for one… take your guess…

Uh… Isabel Gillies in the credits… okay.. so… flashback?

I appreciate that they’re using the same ME as SVU.

“he certainly was in over his head” PLEASE. Bell’s face. I live for her expressions/reactions to stabler because same girl, same.

Sorry… I don’t have my subtitles… did the bx9 guy actually get let out for one night?? Im so lost.

I really need to pay more attention, one second and im so lost on whats going on…. Where the fuck is stabler taking his mom?? To a stakeout?? Why is she in the car and not just staying in the apt??

“I couldn’t see anything if I stayed in the car” mood. Bernie’s gotta know all the tea… same girl… same… this is the second week in a row that she’s been out here solving crimes before Elliot could… LOL…. We stan

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW DARE THEY END IT LIKE THAT

BRUH

Mothership:

Not gonna lie… am likely gonna ignore this ep until Sam shows up so I can get some writing done…

Update… I got like a paragraph done and did not pay attention at all… sorry not sorry.

Did manage to catch sam being a bad ass and calling Nolan out on his shit as per usual though.

Svu

Uh…. Pretty sure that bus would not have went up that fast… or exploded… at least not from that spot…

All the detectives swap between using first names and last names yet I don’t think ive ever heard someone call Muncy “Grace”…

Wait… those *aren’t* her parents?? Im so confused. Or are they just parents and chaperones? I did think that it was weird if they were parents why they weren’t in the same room as her

OH okay, so they were just chaperones. She just got to drive down with them cause she’s the only girl? Or?

Awoop. Jump scare. I figured it was the male chaperone but the woman was in there too??? Jfc…

Olivia benson saying “good girl” mommy please

“give parker what he’d been waiting for”

Aaaand I just threw up in my mouth

I do not know the name of this defence attorney (the black girl who always looks bomb) but I’m pretty sure she’s 3.0’s rita based on wardrobe alone. (sophie was 1.0’s rita). Hopefully we get to see her actually in court this week?

A green PANTSUIT?!? MA’AM PLEASE THE WAY TO MY HEART

Also Carisi looks bomb as per usual.

I swear to god… if they put Muncy in another goddamn flannel and don’t have her be queer in any way… it will not make sense…

Jesus this white suit is incredible. Svu putting all their budget towards her wardrobe now hey?

Okay. Yeah. This bitch is my new favourite and definitely rita 3.0. they’re friends… I just know it. Lots of shopping together.

“who drops out of Harvard?”

“don’t ask me I set a bus on fire.” Get this girl an emmy for that delivery alone. Omg. Best line of the episode…

The CASUAL LEAN against the witness box?! PLEASE. Ms Calhoun invented that. This bitch learnt tricks from her I just know it (girlfriends?! Wives?! Could they be secret wives PLEASE??)

PLEASE she’s even doing the same table brace thing rita does…

Carisi really just referred to his *wife* by her last name… old habits die hard? LOL.

Okay…that was a good ep. Probs cause we actually went to court.

#law and order #law and order svu #svu spoilers #law and order oc #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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manonamora-if-reviews · 9 months

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Glimmer by Katie Benson

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Play the game See other reviews of the game Read the Post-Mortem See other games by Katie

============= Synopsis

It's bleak out there. No one would blame you for turning away.

============= Other Info

Glimmer is a Twine (Harlowe) game, submitted to the 2022 Edition of the IFComp. It was ranked 53th overall.

Status: Completed Genre: Slice-of-Life

CW: depiction of depression

============= Playthrough

First Played: 3-Oct-2023 Last Played: 11 Aug 2023 Playtime: around 10min Rating: 3 /5 Thoughts: Short but hopeful story. Kinda.

============= Review

Glimmer is about a person spiraling in helplessness, having a hard time to function around the bleakness of their situation. It is also about hope, and the importance of having caring people around.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

The game is simplistic in both style and visual. A few lines of text, one choice, maybe some extra interactive links to add description. It is straight to the point. The world is bleak, so you turn your back to it. You face some hardship, so you avoid them. Little by little, you close yourself to everything around you. But, at your lowest point, a hand reaches out to you to pull you out of your funk (forcibly if you resist), reminding you that there are still good things out there to enjoy.

I thought the game started out strong, with tackling themes of drifting and avoidance turning into depression and isolation (though it felt at time a tad too surface-level in its representation), when faced with a bleak world and difficulties in your life. The whole losing your joie de vivre and vicious cycle of negativity.

However, I found the whole second act... dissonant almost? In your darkest moment, an unnamed friend* barges (back?) into your life, gives you a cup of tea and a biscuit, and like that, you snap out of it, awkwardly and timidly claiming you tried to get better all this time. When the first part of the game implied quite some time had passed between the first event of the spiral and current time, it feels like a whiplash to have a "recovery" happening so suddenly. This feeling was aggravated when choosing to resist the friend's pleas does little to change the outcome. As if by magic, you get better by the last page. After just a cup of tea. *I really didn't like that you would not even acknowledge their personhood, I think that's also a reason why it felt weird.

I still haven't made my mind about the (lack of) choices and what it means for the player agency. I've come to appreciate more the kinetic approach of storytelling in IF, and considering how debilitating depression can be, making you think you do not have a choice, it is thematically in line with the story. However, the few available choices lack in consequence or are essentially disregarded by the story, which makes the little agency the player has essentially useless. It felt a bit frustrating and unsatisfying.

I did appreciate the message the game was trying to convey, but I don't think the game quite manage to get the point across.

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OG Review during the IFComp:

Short but hopeful story. Kinda.

There is something so tragic with this story that did not hit me right away. One my first playthrough, I dismissed it as dealing with the surface-level aspect of isolation (whether by your environment/other people or yourself). Maybe it has to do with the way the writing portrays the indifference of the main character about what is happening around them and to them. It really shows how easy and how fast it is to become completely isolated and how much effort is required to get out of that pervasive cycle. I only realised how subtle this was until my second run.

Still, I am not sure how I feel yet about the game as a whole. The forcefulness of the friend in contrast with the absolute passiveness of the player made me feel a bit awkward. Even when you choose not to follow your friend, you don’t really have a choice in the matter at the end. The “recovery” of the player also felt a bit rushed*? I know sometimes it can take just a message to be “brought back to the living” for some people, but it felt a bit too fast when the first part of the game saw the player spiralling into deep despair.

The choices also don’t have any consequences at all, which I think is a shame. Even when isolating yourself, you still have agency about what to do (even if you end up choosing to isolate yourself more every time) and your action have consequences to yourself and the people in your circle. That felt a bit lacking? That or the MC has a really nice friend.

Overall, this was a short and concise story, but it also left me unsatisfied.

#Glimmer #Katie Benson #interactive fiction #complete #2022 #twine game #ifcomp #slice of life

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lasisgood · 2 months

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Svu and law and order crossover I wrote something similar like this on my selfship blog but this is more updated? I don't know recent? I wrote this all on tumblr and I don't want to copy and paste it one by one onto docs then onto my other blog.

So here it stays

I don't really write. But I suddenly got a bunch of inspiration to.

Self insert and Nolan Price/Las.(me)

I like Nolan Price okay. He's pretty. Hugh Dancy is my boy.

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Las hummed as she made her way to Benson' s office coffee's in hand.

"Oh, Carisi" Las smiled as she put down all the coffee she brought back. "I brought you coffee. Still milk and 2 sugar?"

Carisi smiled, "oh yeah, and thanks Las. I missed this."

"What me bringing you your coffee?"

"Being here. It's nice. Oh Las. I saw you with Ada Price the other day. What were you doing with that guy?"

"Ah, well. Benson's sending me off to Mccoy. And I was meeting Mr. Price."

"Wait. You're sending her off to Mccoy?" Carisi frowned.

"I thought, he needed an assistant. And I can handle myself for a week or 2."

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Benson cannot handle Las away for 2 days. She's lost papers. Forgotten notes. Didn't remember her coffee order. Las knew it hell she knew everyone's orders.

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"I don't need you." Mccoy said to Las.

"Ex-excuse me? Sir? I was assigned to you I can't just go back-"

"I didn't finish. I don't need you. But. I have an ada who could use an assistant. Do you know ada price?"

"I met a few days ago. He seemed okay."

"Well, you're working for him now. If he tries to talk his way out of this, say it's Mccoy's orders."

"Okay."

"Now go. I'll see you later. Actually I'll show you to his office."

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"Oh, Miss its good to see you again." Nolan smiled at Las who was followed by Mccoy.

"Oh. Sir. Hello-"

"Nolan. Call me Mccoy. Anyways. This here. Is Las. She was assigned to be my assistant. By Captain Benson. She'll be here 2 weeks. I don't need an assistant though. So I'm handing her to you my most capable laywer. I know you'll work great together. I'll be going."

"But Mccoy I don't need a-"

"Cmon Nolan. I need you to do this for me. We can't just send her back to Captain Benson. She's here and she's Your assistant starting now. That's an order."

And with that Mccoy was gone.

Las smiled at Nolan. "I'm sorry. I'm just supposed to be here-"

"That's okay. I can work with this. Do you want coffee?"

"Huh?"

"Coffee. I'm going to get some. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure."

So Las memorized Nolan's coffee drink, got a nice tea and Nolan told her having her around might not be so bad. He's got cases and he sometimes loses paperwork.

"Now you can have my card. I'll pay for the drinks." Nolan said matter of factly. Las frowned.

"No that's okay. I can pay for them myse-"

"No. You're my assistant. I'm paying for my own stuff and for you. I can afford it. Don't worry. Now I need you to file these bunch of papers. While I go over this case."

"Okay."

So las ended up spending the afternoon organizing papers into files and files into categories, while Mr. Price sat at his desk going through his latest case. Muttering to himself every once in awhile. To be fair las expected this. Benson told her ada's had so much paper work. And if Las went to grab him a cup of coffee every once in a while when he looked like he needed it he stared at her confused the first few times. Then slowly came around to expect it.

"Having you around isn't so bad." He mumbled to himself as Las went back to her organizing. Price felt a little thump in his chest everytime Las smiled at him.

"Did you say something?" Las asked flashing him a smile as she began organizing his law books.

"No, no. Are you hungry? I don't know about you. But I'm getting there. How about we take a break? Go grab a bite?"

"Okay. I don't have any idea what to get though?" Las wasn't familiar with this area the law offices were a little ways from svu nit too far but enough to be confused.

"I know a place down the block, I'll show you."

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"Hey finn?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you go pick up Las at the ada's office. I wanted to bring her home, I wanted to ask how her first day working for Mccoy was going."

"Yeah I can-"

"Mccoy? Las isn't working for Mccoy." Carisi said as he put his briefcase on Bensons desk.

"I lent her to Mccoy. She's supposed to be-"

"Mccoy said he didn't need an assistant. Gave her to one of his ada's."

"Can we not talk about Las like she's property." Benson frowned.

"Sorry. But Mccoy lended his new assistant to ada Price if I'm correct."

"Price I know that name."

"Hot shot prosecutor. Brown hair, cute eyes."

"Cute eyes?" Finn chuckled

"Well that's what I hear from my coworkers " Carisi chuckled. "the one's that work with me. He's cute. Pretty. Handsome. Single. i don't know. I just know he's a good prosecutor, wins cases. But he usually keeps to himself."

"Oh great." Benson sighed. "Now I gotta worry about Las for 2 weeks."

"He's not a ladies man Benson. He's just a quiet guy who's a damn good laywer. Looks aside. Las probably won't fall for him. She's professional like that."

"I'm not entirely worried about las. I'm worried about him. Las is naive she's overly affectionate, nice, very giving. Anyone would fall for that. Hell she's won over our whole squad."

"She's won over Stabler, Amaro, hell even munch." Finn chuckled. "Don't worry, Liv. Maybe Las will win over this guy, and we can have a backup attorney."

"Hey. I'm your ada. I know svu better than any of those hot shots." Carisi smiled.

"Oh. Liv do you still want me to get her?" Finn asked.

"She's not there." Carisi chimed in. "Saw her heading somewhere with Price right as I was leaving. Something about food?"

"That's it we need her back!" Benson shouted, standing from her seat. "I'm gonna talk to Mccoy and get her back."

"Whoa whoa, wait a sec Liv. What if Las found herself someone nice? We'd all like that. Especially after Stone left. She could use some happiness right?" Finn shrugged "I'd like to see her happy. And I know you would too. Let's wait this out. If Las needs our help, she'll ask us, and we can step in. But for now. Let's see where it goes."

#law and order svu #benson sees Las as a kid but Las is an adult who can handle herself well enough #las is just down for food yeah price is pretty but food is better #carisi listens to the office gossip in his down time #las dated peter stone before he left #mccoy secretly ships Price and Las #mccoy is like Price needs a girlfriend badly i have a new assistant this works #benson with Las is like a mother hen #self indulgent #selfship #my writing

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sjjnyc · 9 months

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Love Letters to Dugongs and Manatees

Dr. Tracey M. Benson, the creatrix/co-creator behind “Meeting of the Waters Oceania" and I collaborated last November writing love letters to manatees and dugongs. It happened serendipitously at the same time as Manatee Awareness Month in the US (not sure about anywhere else)! This project is inspired by “Silent Whale Letters”, which I first encountered as a student of OCEAN/UNI.

Photo description: This is one of my favorite photos of a dugong!

Tracey recently attended a Dugong Symposium on her home of Bribie Island and facilitated a Love Letter writing workshop to the dugongs living in the waters around the island. She also invited me to write a letter that she shared with everyone in attendance!

"With National Science Week in full swing, BIEPA is joining in the Australia-wide activities by hosting the Bribie Island Dugong Symposium on Saturday 19th August at the Bribie Island Seaside Museum. The Symposium will bring together researchers, citizen scientists, artists, and the community, to share knowledge and help develop a framework for the actions needed to conserve and protect our mythical marine friends."

A letter to you, dear creator/creatrix:

I wanted to write something about creative power and expression, but I feel like I'm always talking about this, and even when I started to write this section, I stopped and remembered how Manatees and Dugongs give off such an essence of calm and peace. Although I haven't seen these marine mammals in real life, looking at photos and videos have been enough where I've felt or sensed an energy of peace.

Tracey shared a love letter that a First Nations artist wrote at the Bribie Island Dugong Symposium, and they too, spoke about how they felt peace from dugongs.

P.S. If you cross paths with manatees and dugongs and don't sense or connect peace to them, that is fine! I'm sharing my personal experiences, which is not meant to be a signal to you on how you should think about and experience manatees and dugongs.

I also think back to my experiences with drinking an infusion of Lavender flowers and the calm I feel afterward. Between the manatees and dugongs and the Lavender tea, I feel like they give off this energy of peace that feels like a gentle gust of warm wind on my bare skin. I can't really explain it, except that I know it's calm and peace that I'm feeling, and it feels good.

There is so much going on in the world every day every week; to talk about feeling peaceful and wanting to explore peace more feels insensitive sometimes, and something I should do in private. But then you see all the Instagram posts and memes about holding onto your joy in the midst of an intense world, and I think for me, the roots of my joy are connected to peace, to feeling relaxed and not stressed. Is peace another word for safety? Ahh safety . . .

Sometimes I tell myself that I have to be able to withstand the stressors of my life and the world without help from plants and xyz, because what if there's a scenario where I don't have access to Skullcap, Lavender, Milky Oats and my special St. John's Wort Oil to tend to my nervous system? Then what? I've relied so much on plant medicines that I can't calm down without them. But I've learned that thinking that way and preparing myself for a scenario like this only harms my mental health. I need plants, and I'm telling myself it's okay that I and we human beings rely on plants. Interconnection could be another word for reliance.

We are learning from the ocean in exciting ways; right now there is a lot of public interactions with and conversations about whales. I look forward to seeing how the whale communications continue to unfold. Maybe manatees and dugongs, in a (an energetic) language of their own are sharing messages or reminders of peace. I think, based off of my perception and imagination, there's a lot being communicated during the moments a manatee and dugong are munching on seagrass; eating and digesting peacefully.

Exploring imaginaries focused on Peace

Many of us are complex people with complex histories, stories and relationships, so I don't think we should put pressure on any of ourselves to be perfect in order to share our thoughts about and experiences with peace. I think water, lavender, manatees and dugongs, and peace have much in common; it's a vibe I'm exploring, a vibe or confluence formed from three different directions that started across time and space.

One day the image of bright red blood ebbing and flowing in the ocean came into my mind (I was thinking about something personal). And then when I thought about putting lavender plants in a glass bowl of water and swishing the water around with my hand, blood started to become visible in the swirl of water and earth. Even though I'm focused on peace, blood appears, and blood could symbolize a lot, but my first reaction is how peace can't be divorced from acknowledging hurt and pain. I'm not 100% sure why I saw blood in these mental images.

Then, it's not just water, lavender, manatees and dugongs and peace, but also song! Of course! Tracey sent me a rare video of a dugong making sounds under water. "What a world!" I responded to Tracey.

Now I wonder about the relationship between sound, singing, music and peace, and how peace is a feeling, but also a place (i.e. where does a high Soprano note take us?), that can perhaps be accessed through activating the voice and singing. Then our voices can be used as instruments of peace? I know it's not that cut and dry. Thinking and thinking and thinking . . . I love honoring thinking and intellectualization, which does have an important role in society and evolution. Other times, drinking infusions of Lavender flowers is enough. So is lying in your bed randomly singing where no one hears you, but you still exist. Admiring that one photo of a dugong is enough. What is peace?

PROMPT: What do you know for sure helps you calm down and relax? If you're not sure, what are some things you want to try out?

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dead-fl13s · 1 year

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I'm OK! You know what this means?

All the honey will finally belong to the bees.

Now we won't have to work so hard all the time.

This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson.

You'll regret this.

Barry, how much honey is out there?

All right. One at a time.

Barry, who are you wearing?

My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants.

What if Montgomery's right?

What do you mean?

We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years.

Congratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement?

First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps.

Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop.

We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine.

We're all aware of what they do in the woods.

Wait for my signal. Take him out.

He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine.

And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames...

But it's just a prance-about stage name!

...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments.

Can't breathe.

Bring it in, boys!

Hold it right there! Good.

Tap it.

Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups and there's gallons more coming!

I think we need to shut down!

Shut down? We've never shut down.

Shut down honey production!

Stop making honey!

Turn your key, sir!

What do we do now?

Cannonball!

We're shutting honey production!

Mission abort.

Aborting pollination and nectar detail.

Returning to base.

Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there.

Oh, yeah?

What's going on? Where is everybody?

Are they out celebrating?

They're home.

They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in.

I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket.

At least we got our honey back.

Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't?

It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it.

This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now...

Now I can't.

I don't understand why they're not happy.

I thought their lives would be better!

They're doing nothing. It's amazing.

Honey really changes people.

You don't have any idea what's going on, do you?

What did you want to show me?

This.

What happened here?

That is not the half of it.

Oh, no. Oh, my.

They're all wilting.

Doesn't look very good, does it?

No.

And whose fault do you think that is?

You know, I'm gonna guess bees.

Bees?

Specifically, me.

I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things.

It's not just flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.

That's our whole SAT test right there.

Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom.

And then, of course...

The human species?

So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it?

I know this is also partly my fault.

How about a suicide pact?

How do we do it?

I'll sting you, you step on me.

That just kills you twice.

Right, right.

Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going.

I had to open my mouth and talk.

Vanessa?

Vanessa? Why are you leaving?

Where are you going?

To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena.

They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying.

It's the Last Chance I'll ever have to see it.

Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.

I never meant it to turn out like this.

I know. Me neither.

Tournament of Roses.

Roses can't do sports.

Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?

Roses!

Vanessa!

Roses?!

Barry?

Roses are flowers!

Yes, they are.

Flowers, bees, pollen!

I know.

That's why this is the last parade.

Maybe not.

Could you ask him to slow down?

Could you slow down?

Barry!

OK, I made a huge mistake.

This is a total disaster, all my fault.

Yes, it kind of is.

I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse.

Actually, it's completely closed down.

I thought maybe you were remodeling.

But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined.

I don't want to hear it!

All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen.

I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park.

All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got.

Bees.

Park.

Pollen!

Flowers.

Repollination!

Across the nation!

Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, California.

They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy.

Security will be tight.

I have an idea.

Vanessa Bloome, FTD.

Official floral business. It's real.

Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.

Thank you. It was a gift.

Once inside, we just pick the right float.

How about The Princess and the Pea?

I could be the princess, and you could be the pea!

Yes, I got it.

Where should I sit?

What are you?

I believe I'm the pea.

The pea?

It goes under the mattresses.

Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.

I'm getting the marshal.

You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco!

Let's see what this baby'll do.

Hey, what are you doing?!

Then all we do is blend in with traffic... without arousing suspicion.

Once at the airport, there's no stopping us.

Stop! Security.

You and your insect pack your float?

Yes.

Has it been in your possession the entire time?

Would you remove your shoes?

Remove your stinger.

It's part of me.

I know. Just having some fun.

Enjoy your flight.

Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job.

Can you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job!

I think this is gonna work.

It's got to work.

Attention, passengers, this is Captain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay.

Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it.

I gotta get up there and talk to them.

Be careful.

Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.

Captain, I'm in a real situation.

What'd you say, Hal?

Nothing.

Bee!

Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?

Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!

Who's an attorney?

Don't move.

Oh, Barry.

Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry!

What happened here?

There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded.

One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious!

Is that another bee joke?

No!

No one's flying the plane!

This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status?

This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York.

Where's the pilot?

He's unconscious, and so is the copilot.

Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience?

As a matter of fact, there is.

Who's that?

Barry Benson.

From the honey trial?! Oh, great.

Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee.

It's got giant wings, huge engines.

I can't fly a plane.

Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?

Yes.

How hard could it be?

Wait, Barry!

We're headed into some lightning.

This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing.

Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory...

That's Barry!

...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew.

Flowers?!

We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience.

Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane.

I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres.

They've done enough damage.

But isn't he your only hope?

Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all.

Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times?

"The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense."

Get this on the air!

Got it.

Stand by.

We're going live.

The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs.

But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference.

More than we realized. To us, to everyone.

That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O.

We get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow!

Hello!

Left, right, down, hover.

Hover?

Forget hover.

This isn't so hard.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Barry, what happened?!

Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time.

That may have been helping me.

And now we're not!

So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.

All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out!

Move out!

Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane!

Don't have to yell.

I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble.

It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice!

It's not a tone. I'm panicking!

I can't do this!

Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it!

You snap out of it.

You snap out of it!

Hold it!

Why? Come on, it's my turn.

How is the plane flying?

I don't know.

Hello?

Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there?

The Pollen Jocks!

They do get behind a fellow.

Black and yellow.

Hello.

All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop.

Where? I can't see anything. Can you?

No, nothing. It's all cloudy.

Come on. You got to think bee, Barry.

Thinking bee.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something.

What?

I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.

Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.

Bring the nose down.

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

What in the world is on the tarmac?

Get some lights on that!

Thinking bee!

Thinking bee! Thinking bee!

Vanessa, aim for the flower.

OK.

Cut the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys?

Affirmative!

Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.

Land on that flower!

Ready? Full reverse!

Spin it around!

Not that flower! The other one!

Which one?

That flower.

I'm aiming at the flower!

That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.

I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees!

Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.

Rotate around it.

This is insane, Barry!

This's the only way I know how to fly.

Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern?

Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse!

Just drop it. Be a part of it.

Aim for the center!

Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!

Come on, already.

Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly!

Yes. No high-five!

Right.

Barry, it worked!

Did you see the giant flower?

What giant flower? Where? Of course

I saw the flower! That was genius!

Thank you.

But we're not done yet.

Listen, everyone!

This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth.

That means this is our Last Chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this.

If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say?

Are we going to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains?

We're bees!

Keychain!

Then follow me! Except Keychain.

Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this.

Yeah!

I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.

Oh, yeah.

That's our Barry.

Mom! The bees are back!

If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight!

Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Can I help who's next?

Would you like some honey with that?

It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.

Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel!

Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat!

I had no idea.

Barry, I'm sorry.

Have you got a moment?

Would you excuse me?

My mosquito associate will help you.

Sorry I'm late.

He's a lawyer too?

I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase.

Have a great afternoon!

Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere.

No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me.

You're a lifesaver, Barry. Can I help who's next?

All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly.

Thank you, Barry!

That bee is living my life!

Let it go, Kenny.

When will this nightmare end?!

Let it all go.

Beautiful day to fly.

Sure is.

Between you and me,

I was dying to get out of that office.

You have got to start thinking bee, my friend.

Thinking bee!

Me?

Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here?

I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!

All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys.

I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

tell me a bedtime story

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nanalikessurveys · 1 year

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“The A Survey” by joybucket

Do you live in the United States of America? I don’t. If not, have you ever been to America? I haven’t but I’d maybe want to visit some day. It’s just that I’m not a big fan of long flights. Do yo know anyone named America? No. Do you know anyone named Annan? No. What is your favorite type of art to create? I like drawing and painting.

Would you ever want to be an astronaut? Nope. I hate the space :( Do you prefer red apples or green apples? Green ones are better when baking something.

Would you rather drink apple cider cold or hot? I’ve never had apple cider D: So idk. Have you ever ridden on an Amtrak train? If yes, where did you go? No. Do you like the name Alex better for a girl or a boy? I think it fits both nicely. But I usually associate is with a boy/man. List ten words that rhyme with “ant.” I’m bad at rhyming :( How many aunts do you have? I only have one. Are you an aunt? I’m not. What is your favorite Asian cuisine? I like tom yam, massaman curry and pad thai. Are you ambidextrous? Nope. List five famous people who’s names start with A. Alec Baldwin, Alex Wolff, Alicia Keys, Adele, Ashley Benson. Do you like the name Aspen? I’ve not even heard of that but it’s cute. Do you own an apron? I don’t. What age has been your favorite so far? Elementary school ages. Which boy’s name do you like best out of these: Aaron, Aiden, Andrew, Alex, or Asa? Aiden. Or Alex. Which girl’s name do you like best out of these: Alexa, Alonna, Apple, Amber, or Aurora? Amber. Have you ever seen the aurora borealis? Couple times. Is your middle name Ann or Anne? No. List five people you know of who have Ann or Anne for their middle name. I don’t know anyone with Ann or Anne as their middle name. Did you have to read the novel Anne of Green Gables for school? No. Do you like Anne of Green Gables? I haven’t read it. List five things you find amazing. My family, my best friend, art, cats and food. Do you own anything from Aeropostale? Nope. List five things you associate with Asian culture. I mean Asian culture is really diverse. But The Chinese New Year, Buddhism, tea, yoga... What are some of your favorite Asian names? I like the name Mei. Has anyone ever told you you were amazing? I don’t think so. Do you know anyone named Aimee? Nope. What is your favorite accent (British, Southern, Asian, etc.)? I like New Zealand and South African accents. What is your favorite aroma? I like fresh scents. Do you have ADD or ADHD? No. How many times has your address changed? Twice. Have you ever sprained your ankle? Yes. Not fun. What places have you flown to on an airplane? France, Belgium, Spain, Bulgaria, Turkey and Cyprus. Do you like the name Agatha? Yeah it’s pretty. List five fictional characters whose names start with A. Ariel, Alice from Alice in Wonderland, Aladdin, Annabelle and Asterix How many of these words do you know the meaning of: allegory, abacus, ambidextrous, ample, azure? I know ambidextrous and ample. Are you an alien? No lol. Do you believe in aliens? I believe in life in other planets. How many of these words would you say describes you: artistic, ambitious, animated, annoying, attentive? None of these really. Have you ever watched the show Animaniacs? No. List five things you like about autumn. The chilly weather, halloween season, the fact that winter is coming. Have you ever swam in the Atlantic Ocean? I haven’t. Do you know anyone who’s joined the Army? Yes. How many of these words do you know the meaning of: ambiguous, arduous, ardent, aristocratic, andromeda? Ambiguous and aristocratic. Which of these do you want to be more of: adventurous, ambitious, artistic, attentive, accomplished? Attentive and accomplished. Do you feel like you’ve accomplished anything yet with your life? Nothing big. Yet at least. What are five things you want to accomplish before you do? Graduate from university, have a partner, move to a house or a bigger and a fancier apartment, travel to certain places and get better mentally. What is your favorite anime series, if you read them? I don’t watch anime. Do you watch anime? ^ no. Do you wear an apron when you cook or bake? No. I don’t own one. Does your home have an attic? The apartment building I live in does have an attic, yes.

^If so, have you ever been in the attic? No. Have you ever been afraid their were monsters or vampires hiding in your attic? No haha. I never think about the attic. List five things you can use Alfredo sauce for. Pasta and I don’t know what else lol. List ten words that rhyme with “amp.” Uhh tramp, champ, lamp, clamp and that’s all I can think of. Do you know what anthropology means? Yes. Has anyone ever apologized to you and later proved they didn’t mean it? I don’t think so. That would suck. How many of these words do you know the meaning of: apocalypse, aviation, amplifier, aardvark, ailment? All of them except ailment. Do you know what an aardvark looks like? Yeah I’ve seen pictures of them. List five different words to describe five different Ashleys you know. I don’t know any Ashleys. Have you ever seen an anaconda? Nope. List ten places on the map that start with A. Austria, Australia, Andorra, Albania, Afghanistan, Algeria, Armenia, Atlantic ocean, Asia, Alabama, Do you like almonds? Not really. They don’t really taste like anything? Do you like almond milk? I don’t think I’ve ever tried that actually. Do you own a MacBook Air? Nope. Do you know anyone named Arrow? No. List five celebrities whose names start with A. I already did :( List five animals that start with A. Anaconda, aardvark, alligator, ape, ass. lol

In school, did you prefer Algebra or Art? Art for suuure. Have you ever gotten straight A’s in a class? We don’t have that type of grading here. But I’ve gotten perfect grades couple times. List five words you associate with the word “acorn.” Oak trees, squirrels, Super Acorn from Mario Bros lol.

#survey #surveys

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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Thinking about terms of endearment and the way to address one’s partner and still in Kigo/Jampo brainrot so like

Hugo would call Kipo his sister exclusively. His baby sister at times. Dose he love her more than a brother loves his sister? Yes. Absolutely. Does he show this love and affection? In his own... mangled little ways, sure. That affects nothing, however. He may occasionally refer to her as a Princess, not his Princess, but a princess none the less.

It’s only after his coronation in which his plan succeeds does he call her anything even slightly hinting at romantic; His Queen. He is the King, she is the Queen, and there is nothing else to be said. King and Queen of Mutes, ruling the surface together.

And on the other end the second Jamack and Kipo are officially dating he requested her permission to jump straight to calling her his wife. Kipo was like “Sure but why?” because she’s chill, and Jamack explains very excitedly that it just sounds more powerful to say. It feels good in his throat. It’s strong, a declaration of devotion.

There’s the bragging aspect; Watching a mega jaguar level an unstable building and nudging the person next to you to say “That’s my wife” is so incredibly amazing. The hype aspect; Watching Kipo do some amazing trick, kick someone’s ass, or even just give a lecture on the stars, is all amplified with the ability to cheer and clap “THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!!” afterwards.

But his favorite part, even though it’s rare to ever happen, is the minuscule chance someday he’ll be able to stand up, flat palm slap somebody, and proclaim “That’s my WIFE.” to the entire room. Kipo doesn’t need someone to stand up for her like that, and she’s basically universally liked so a debacle is unlikely to happen, but if it DID. Highlight of the YEAR.

#Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #Kigo #Jampo #It's my blog and I'll post what I want to #wth does Kipo call THEM though #As far as King Scarlemagne is concerned I can't see her using too cutesy of names #Just because of the situation #But there's a chance she'll eventually wear him down to Hugo when they're in private #As for Jamack I could see several much longer than his actual nickname kind of names #Also just. Jam. Jamjam. dkfjsdkjfks #'This is my... associate.' She says mockingly #Before Jamack is calling Kipo his wife he was referring to her as an associate #when she's call him her friend #So now the turntables have tableturned and she for sure gets back at him #She also uses a lot of traditional sickly sweet ones like honey muffin cupcake sugar dear #And Jamack HATES it #Yes he is very clearly in love with her but jesus christ Kipo tone it down fklgjfdkgjdkf #Jamack to Benson; 'Kipo and I don't use nicknames'#Benson; Really? What do you like in your tea?'#Jamack; 'Honey'#Kipo from the next room; 'Yes dear?'#Jamack is telling the truth he doesn't use nicknames Kipo just heard the entire conversation and wanted to mess with him #Wolf; 'Why does Kipo call you babygirl-'#Jamack; 'Let's stop talking for a little while.'#Again. She does it 100% just to mess with him #I love they're dynamic of Man who loves his badass Wife who's also going to give him a heart attack being so badass #Babe please I love you you're so scary and cool but can you please stop for like five minutes #Jamack saying 'babe' feels so out of character yet it's so funny to me

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theshelbyclan · 3 years

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Happy Birthday!

Summary: It’s your birthday! And the Shelby brothers refuse to let another one of their baby sister’s birthday go by without some proper celebrating.

(Gif by @benson-shelby) A/N: It’s actually my birthday today, but due to quarantine I can’t really celebrate it with anyone. So I decided to celebrate with the Shelby’s! Via this little fic, purely self-indulgent, to cheer myself up and to remember some great birthdays I had in the past ;) Set in season 1, you’re just a few years younger than John. Words: 1710 *** “John, get her tea.” “I thought you had the tea.” “Well, then get the milk!” urgent whispers sounded in the hallway.

“I’m not your bloody maid, am I, Ada,” John spat not so quietly in return.

You were lying in bed, awake for hours already. This was the day you’d become a woman, or so Ada had said, but still, your siblings were bickering like little children. It brought a smile to your face. Another annoyed grumble, “Shhh, you’re going to wake her up!” “Am not,” he hissed, “I got your fucking milk, didn’t I!” “Oi!” another low voice joined in, “Ada, you really need to take a look at the toast.” “What about the toast, Arthur?” “Burned it,” he mumbled and you could hear John giggle softly in the dark. Ada sighed deeply, “For fucks sake, fine, I’ll do it. Wait here.” As the least subtle brothers in the world shuffled about in the hallway, you thought of your other birthdays. When you were little, they were celebrated with mum and everyone gathered. During the war, no one paid attention to birthdays any longer. And now, after the war, people tried to get their lives back on track. Only last week you’d made sure Finn had gotten a birthday he’d never forget. And now they tried to return the favour, obviously. Another few minutes and about a thousands curses passed, when they finally tiptoed into the room. Closing your eyes, you decided to play along. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Slowly you sat up and put on a groggy voice, “What are you doing in here?” “You are the worst actor ever, Y/N,” John grinned. “Am I?” you feigned innocence. Ada handed you a cup of tea as John plopped down onto bed next to you, “Did you hear about Arthur burning the toast then?” “I didn’t burn it,” he protested, “Only… blackened it a little.” Ada sent her eldest brother a look, “Polly’s making some more.” “Thanks for the tea,” you smiled and took a sip. Frowning, you narrowed your eyes at John. “You’re not a child anymore, Y/N!” he explained happily. “Move over,” Arthur shoved his brother aside and hugged you, “Happy birthday, sweetheart. This is for you, go on, open it.” Wrapped clumsily in some brown paper, he’d given you a revolver. And just as you were staring at it, Aunt Polly walked in with toast in a lovely shade of light brown. “A gun,” she demanded at once, “For fucks sake, Arthur.” “She needs it to protect herself, Pol,” he returned, and with pride in his voice he added, “And look: it’s a lady’s gun!” You turned the weapon over and saw it was small, delicate and laid in. Still, deadly as any weapon it was. “My turn,” John said, bouncing up and down in excitement almost. He handed Polly your tea and when she sniffed it, she said strictly, “Alright, who put whiskey in her morning tea?” No one answered. Quickly John handed you his present, hardly wrapped at all. Inside, you found a peaky cap, razorblades included. “Honestly, John…” Ada sighed, “She’s not a bloody Blinder!” “It’s all she’s ever wanted!” John called out, “Ever since she could walk, she tried to steal our caps, forever talking about wanting to join us wherever we went. Now she’s got her own!” “I love it,” you beamed up at him, “All I ever wanted.” “Alright,” Ada interrupted, “Clearly Y/N has too many brothers so it’s up to me to turn her into a lady.” “Please do,” Polly sighed, “Or the only interest she’ll ever have is weapons.” She knew her niece well, “That and gambling…” Your sister combed a few rebellious strands of hair behind your ear and planted a kiss on your cheek, “My darling little sister, soon you’ll learn you have more than one way of getting a man to do what you want.” You blinked a few times. This had always been more of Ada’s area of expertise. “She has no idea what you’re on about,” Polly smirked. “Thank God,” Arthur and John said in unison. “Sit still,” Ada demanded and she started applying the lipstick, “Sit. Still.” You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar feeling, “Just your colour,” Ada commented happily, “As I thought.” “Not bad, that,” Arthur commented as he tilted his head. John leaned back and examined you as well, “Yeah, well, it’s red, isn’t it? I like red...” “Lipstick, a gun and razors,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, “the most deadly Shelby as of yet, Pol!” Aunt Polly rolled her eyes. “Happy birthday, Y/N!” eleven-year-old Finn came running to the room and jumped up into your arms, “You can have mine!” And he thrust his homemade catapult into your hands by form of a gift. “Another weapon, Pol,” Arthur eyed her, “Whatever will become of our innocent little sister?” Aunt Polly rubbed her nose and stammered a little, “Well, you know I don’t agree with you joining the family business… And God knows I’ve tried to rein you in just a little…” “But,” you interrupted, eyes glittering mischievously. “But…” she looked down, “I got you something for your shoes.” “Shoes?” you looked at the little black package she’d handed you. John suddenly burst out laughing in realisation, Arthur tried to hide his face in his hands and Ada commented dryly, “So, no better than us, eh, Pol.” Slowly you opened the package. Inside, you found a small black butterfly knife. *** A few hours had passed, with the regular nonsense that you cherished more than anything in the world. The family was gathered in the kitchen, everyone argued and life seemed perfect. But, one thing was missing. “Where’s Tommy?” you finally asked. “He had business,” Polly answered shortly, “No idea when he’ll be back.” You eyed John carefully, the brother you always turned to, “You think he forgot?” “Nah,” he tried cheering you up, “And you’re doing alright with us, right? Don’t need grumpy here…” You smiled, but still it hurt a little. And then, unexpectedly, Tommy waltzed into the house like it was any other day. “Y/N,” he announced himself coldly, “I need you to come with me.” “Why?” you challenged, “We’re just celebra-“ “I said now, Y/N. Family business.” Tommy interrupted in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly started, but he held up a hand to silence her. Then he turned to you and repeated, “Come with me.” Begrudgingly, you got up and followed your brother. Looking back, Arthur motioned you to move it, which made you all the more suspicious. Without moving a muscle in his face, Tommy opened the door and said, “Go on.” You stepped outside and the second you did, applause resounded through the streets. In front of every house, people had gathered and they cheered like you were royalty. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Tommy, did you…” you started. “He’s been at it all morning,” John explained as he crossed you in the doorway. A few moments later, the sound of hooves echoed in the streets. “What the hell is this,” you said at once. “This,” Tommy made a broad hand gesture, “Is a gypsy on a horse.” “And what, pray tell, is he doing in the middle of town?” You recognised Johnny Dogs now, who called out, “Little Y/N Shelby! Happy birthday, love! How the hell are you!” “I’m grand, Johnny,” you said numbly, “What’s with the horse?” He got off the horse and patted her flank, “She was a lovely filly as first. Sweet, but could never quite be tamed. Third filly out of Shadow, gorgeous beast.” “So, we decided,” Tommy mumbled as he lit a cigarette slowly, “she needed a rider who’d understand.” “What? Being a gorgeous beast?” your cynical reply came. Tommy rolled his eyes, “ ‘could never be tamed’ “. “Well, go on,” Johnny urged, smiling from ear to ear, “Up you get, little one!” Gingerly, you walked over to the horse. As you stroked her nose, Tommy handed you his cigarette and said softly, “What do you think of her?” “She’s an absolute beauty.” Tommy nodded, “Just like you,” but before you could send him a thankful look, he’d walked off again. And with the whole of Small Heath watching on, you climbed up on the horse. *** It was almost midnight when you woke up on a hard cold bench. A splitting headache washed over you as you tried to lift your head. You touched your temple and noticed some blood on your knuckles. Vaguely, you remembered being in the Garrison only a few hours before. You remembered Tommy had closed the betting den and the pub being packed with people, all celebrating your birthday. Memories of card games, songs and laughs came back to you. And the whiskey, so much whiskey. Slowly, you hoisted yourself up. As you looked around, you recognised the inside of the police cell. And you felt at your laced up boots: the knife was still safe inside. A sigh of relief escaped you. “How’s the head, eh?” Recognising your brother’s voice, you looked up without meeting his eye. “What did I do?” you asked finally. After a pause, Tommy replied, “Well, you celebrated your birthday alright.” “Did I have fun?” “Yes, I’d say so.” You frowned, “Why am I in here?” He cleared his throat, “It started with the barmaid and ended with you head-butting a policeman. Quite the Shelby night…” “Is that pride I hear?” Tommy didn’t answer, so you send him your best innocent smile. Eventually he asked, “Was it worth it?” “Hell yes,” you replied in a flash. “Little devil, celebrating her fucking birthday, eh?” “Admit it!” you pointed at him, “you areproud!”

And Thomas Shelby actually smiled through the bars, “Fucking right I am.” When he started to walk away, you shouted, “Oi! What about my bail?” “Paid it!” he called from a distance. “How am I supposed to get home?” you raised your voice even more. Tommy’s reply echoed, “Take your horse. She’s outside.” Myhorse? And just as a policeman with a head in bandages opened the door of your cell, you smiled to yourself: Best birthday ever.

Tommy left the station before you were released, but before he’d gone, he finally said:

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Delayed Mourning

Going Angst Day 5: Death

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It was 3pm when there was a knock on Maddie Fenton’s door. She huffed and set down the meal she’d been working on. Of course the one day she had time to pre-plan a nice meal from her family was the day she’d get interrupted.

“Yes? May I help you?” Maddie asked, opening the door. She had expected a salesman. Possibly even a neighbor coming to complain, again, about the noise or the smells that came from Fentonworks. Instead she found a small woman who couldn’t have been much taller than 5 ft with dark brown hair tied up in a tight bun. She was wearing a sharp white shirt and suit jacket with a matching white skirt.

“Mrs. Fenton, hello,” the woman gave a polite little head nod. “I’m from the the Government Institute of Interdimensional Warfare though I hear the locals like to call us the Guys in White.” She said with a knowing smiling, “of course, as you know, it’s not only the guys who are interested in ghosts. May I come in?”

“Oh yes, hello,” Maddie blinked, opening the door to let the agent in. The petite woman stepped inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her small frame, her oversized glasses and soft nature seemed so at odds with the meatheads Maddie usually found in the GIW. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Perhaps,” the agent demurred. “It’s more there was something I wanted to inform you of. If you’re not too busy, may we sit down and talk? Your husband and children are not home.” Maddie thought that last statement was a bit odd, framed as a statement of fact rather than an inquiry but moved on.

“Yes, Jack’s out of town visiting a relative and my kids won’t be back for a little while,” Maddie said. “Let me just finish putting this roast together, I’m almost done. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?”

“No, thank you,” The woman said quietly. “And please, continue while you’re doing. Let me give you a little bit of background.” The agent adjusted her large glasses with her tiny hands. “Let me introduce myself, you may call me Agent S. I work primarily out of Washington for the Institute but sometimes I am deployed on site for... special cases. And, as I’m sure you’re aware, your town is very special.”

“Now, as you may have noticed, I am not particularly built like the normal Institute agents you have probably come across. That is because I do not work in the field but behind the scene in Investigations. My job is study the history and happenings of hauntings and spectral entities.”

“Oh that sounds fascinating,” Maddie beamed as she finished with her final preps and put the roast in the over. She looked over her shoulder at Agent S while she washed her hands. “Jack and I dabble a bit in history and folklore but we’re more versed in the hard sciences of ghosts.”

“Yes, I’ve read some of your papers, you and your husband truly are the frontrunners in the field,” Agent S nodded. Maddie preened at the praise and sat down, delighted to have a sophisticated conversation with someone in her field who she wasn’t married to. If more of those GIW agents were like Agent S then Maddie would get along a lot better with them. “So, Maddie, may I call you Maddie? What date and time did your portal start working?”

“It was August 28th,” Maddie said proudly. “It didn’t work at first when we first plugged it in. I’m afraid I don’t have an exact time it started up as we weren’t here. Jack was convinced one of the electrical conduction pieces wasn’t fully connected and was preventing ectoplasmic distribution. We ended up driving 4 hours to Springfield and back for some specialty parts only to find the portal working when we returned.”

“I can help you there,” Agent S said with a soft smile reaching into her white briefcase and pulling out several thick folders. She laid them out gently on the table and Maddie was unnerved by some of the information: schematics of Fentonworks, past and present financial records, transcripts of public statements. Her shoulders tensed when she saw Jazz and Danny’s names on some of the files. “Toll camera captured your vehicle on the Jane Addams Memorial Tollway at exactly 1:26pm on August 28th. We can confirm you and your husband’s vehicle traveled to Springfield and back via video feeds and credit card statements at 10:45pm that same day and were therefore out of the city all day.”

Maddie suddenly felt very trapped by the woman’s sharp grey eyes as she plucked a piece of paper and pressed it towards Maddie.

“At 3:18pm, the majority of the residential power in town went out for a period of 2 and a half hours. The cause was determined to be from a massive power surge that blew out the transformer. You may recall being blamed for this outage given your history with previous outages but the news that you were out of town settled that argument. However, I was not convinced.” She pulled out another piece of paper and Maddie bristled to see it was a Casper High attendance sheet.

“Your daughter, Jasmine was at her final summer cram session which ran from 2pm until 5pm. I spoke to her tutors and she never left the whole time and, in fact, stayed late to help a fellow student work through her study materials. But what about your son?” Agent S asked with with a curious smile but her eyes belied the fact that she had her own answers.

“How dare you spy on my family, on my children,” Maddie hissed, crumpling one of the papers in her fist. “Get out of my house, I will sue the pants off of your organization for this invasion of privacy! Get out!”

“Now Maddie, don’t you want to know how your son started up your Portal?” Agent S asked coyly, that drew Maddie up short. Danny? No, he couldn’t have possibly. He had no interest in their work, in fact, now that she thought about it, Danny had been sick that day. Agent S pulled out a set of blueprints for the Fenton Portal. Some small component inside the Portal was circled.

“You left at approximately 1pm and your daughter presumably left not long after. Phone records indicate Daniel called both Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson. Your neighbor, Mrs. Benson, saw them coming into your house not long after but before the 3pm power outage which I was able to triangulate did in fact originate from your home.” Agent S tapped the circled part of the inner portal mechanisms. “Now did you happen to push the on button in the Portal before plugging it in?”

“On button?” Maddie asked with a dry mouth, overwhelmed by the amount of information being thrown her way. All she could think about was how Danny hadn’t seemed sick when they’d left that afternoon but had looked awful when they returned. Would he have really gone downstairs and messed with the Portal? Had he gotten hurt? Been contaminated down there? Images of Vlad’s sickly visage after his accident flowed through her head. She should have paid more attention but she’d been so excited about the Portal working...

“It’s right here in the blueprints you submitted to the patent office, buried under dozens of other hardware bits. Its small, such a little thing compared to all the moving parts required to open up a dimensional portal. Daniel was a bright boy, his middle school records prove it. A bright mind, friends to impress, no parents around to chastise him... I think you can see where I’m going with this.”

“No, no,” Maddie said, burying her hands in her hair. “No, I’m not. You’re saying -what? - that my teenage son turned on the Portal when we were gone? No, my Danny wouldn’t lie to me about that... Why wouldn’t he say anything?”

“I don’t blame him for not mentioned in because, if my hunch is correct, he was inside the Portal when it turned on, killing him instantly,” Agent S said with a carefully neutral face. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I’m afraid this haunting has gone on long enough.”

“My child is alive!” Maddie screeched, standing up in her chair. “Danny is alive and healthy and he is not a ghost!”

“I will admit the evidence of how he died is circumstantial but the fact that Danny Fenton is deceased is not.” Maddie fell back into her chair as he legs gave out underneath her.

She watched the agent put paper after paper in front of her and detailed all sorts of data about her son that Maddie, who lived in the same house as him, had missed. Unusually high ectosignatures picked up by GIW (and their own) detectors, Danny being spotted in some form before most ghost attacks, faked signatures of hers getting him out of nurses’ visits. Maddie barely felt alive herself as she stared at a red light camera photo of her baby sitting atop a light post late, late at night. His eyes were a toxic green color.

“I know this must be distressing as a mother but your child never left that basement, never attended high school and will never achieve his dream of working for NASA.” Agent S said with carefully measured sympathy as she gathered up her papers and put them back in her case. “But you are a brilliant scientist, unlike your husband, you should be able to look past your emotions and see that your child is gone and the ghost he left behind is dangerous.”

“My husband?” Maddie asked blankly, running a finger down Danny’s unnatural photograph.

“I approached Jack two days ago, mistakenly believing he would be the most understanding of you both. He refused to believe the evidence and was, in fact, going to warn your son’s ghost that we planned on taking him. He is safe but he presently being held at one of our facilities until the capture is complete.” Maddie should feel outraged at her husband’s kidnapping but all she could think about was the fact that her son was dead, dead, dead, killed by her own invention over a year ago and she never noticed. How could she not have noticed?

“Daniel’s ghost is extraordinary, not only able to pass as human so accurately for so long but immensely powerful. We need to make sure he doesn’t harm anyone else. Think of his friends who are probably being forced to aid him and keep his death quiet. Think of your husband, your daughter, living in the same house as a dangerous ghost.” Agent S dropped some of her professionalism and plucked the photo of Danny out of Maddie’s hands and replaced it with her own tiny hand.

“I know this is impossible thing to ask but I must do it anyway, will you help me capture what remains of Danny? There is a chance with his charade exposed, he will be able to move on and so will you. You have been wronged, Maddie. You have been denied the right to process and grieve your child by his own ghost. But a delayed mourning is better than none. Danny’s death is a tragedy but please don’t let it become someone else’s.”

“Maybe he’s not-” Maddie’s breath hitched, “he’s never shown any signs of aggression. Jasmine spoke of benevolent spirits... maybe-” Agent S sighed roughly and retracted her hand to grab another photo from her case. Maddie was surprised when she held up a picture of Phantom.

“Ignore the glow,” Agent S instructed. “Change his white hair to black, his green eyes to blue. Think of how often Phantom is spotted in your neighborhood, around Casper High. Remember how he always has his hands on your technology,” the agent frowned. “Think of how he grins when he sees you, like he knows something you don’t. Like it all just a big joke you’re not a part of.” Maddie felt like she’d been slapped.

“Your son is dead,” Agent S said more forcefully, throwing the picture of Phantom next to the spooky one of Danny. “And his ghost has taken his place, taunting you, stealing energy from your family, from the portal that killed him. Phantom’s power is increasing too rapidly and soon we won’t be able to contain him. It’s why I was brought in to identify his haunt so that he could be stopped before anyone else died.”

“I will state this plainly, I am giving you the chance to participate in putting your child to rest but you are not required for this operation. If you refuse, you will be confined with your husband until Phantom is taken down. Do not let this monster with your son’s face trick you any more. So I ask again, Maddie Fenton, will you help us stop Phantom from making a mockery of your son’s memory?”

XxX

“Mom! Jazz! I’m home!” Danny announced, kicking off his shoes and grabbing a paper out of his backpack as he walked into the kitchen with a grin. “And I have a present! Jazz’s tutoring paid off, look at this A I got on my history test! Well A- but a solid A-!”

“Oh... that’s great,” Mom muttered quietly. She was sitting at the kitchen table, not cooking or tinkering with some gadget. Just sitting there quietly, twiddling her thumbs and not looking at him.

“Is everyone okay?” Danny asked, dropping his bag on the floor and walking over to his mother. “I saw Jazz at school but is Dad okay?”

“No, everything is not okay,” she said turning and looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “Someone died, someone I love dearly and I’m not ready to let them go,” she sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “But they've been gone for a long time, even if I’m just hearing about it now. I’m upset but it’s better to know and be grieve than to go on in ignorance, living a lie.”

Danny was about to ask who had died when something was jammed into his neck and he was shocked within an inch of his half life. His body spasmed to escape but his mother was gripping his arm to hold him in place. He transformed unconsciously but that only made it worse. He fell to the floor, ectoplasm leaking off his form as he could barely hold himself together.

“Mom,” he croaked, reaching for her despite everything. She stomped on his hand which was practically goo from such a vicious, destabilizing ectoplasmic shock.

“Don’t you ever call me that,” she hissed through angry tears. “I didn’t want to believe it but the proof is right in front of me you horrible, selfish ghost.” She kicked him in the side and half of him ended up on her boot. “How dare you, how dare you impersonate my son! How dare you string me along all this time, make me look like a fool who had to told that her own child was dead! I bet you just laughed and laughed at our stupid, human ignorance of what your were!”

“‘lease,” he begged through the ectoplasm in his mouth. “I’m still your....”

“My son is dead and he has been for a while,” Mom said, throwing the ecto-taser away from her. Danny vaguely heard the door being kicked in and in his rapidly diminishing vision, he saw black boots and white suits. “With you gone, I can finally come to terms with it and not be tormented by an inadequate replacement.” She turned her back to him. “Get that filth out of my house, I never want to see it again.”

“Of course,” a quiet feminine voice said as his goopy arms were restrained with ghost proof cuffs. “I know this is hard, Maddie but you made the right choice for your family and Danny’s memory. Jack will returned to you within the hour. I spoke to my superiors, for your cooperation, the Institute will take care of declaring Danny dead as well as covering costs for your boy to be laid to rest, the first step in moving on.”

“No, the first step will be removing that duplicitous monster from my home. It’s stolen enough of my baby’s life. Now please leave, I have - I have a funeral to plan.”

#going angst week 2021 #*jazz hands* I uh finally contributed #this is another interesting thing that just sorta happened #I was actually rereading and writing more for Side Effects when I realized that someone could follow the paper trail of the accident #which led me to a tiny lil GIW Investigator who blew Dannys secret wide open #which *then* led me to the tragedy of Maddie learning of her child's 'death' second hand but over a year after a fact #there's something about delayed tragedy... thinking everythings ok only to learn it hasn't been for a while #Love Mads but btw her an Jack shes the one who seems the more likely to take offense to her son's ghost haunting his own life #to keep playing along and pretending to be alive #him secretly being Phantom was the final straw #Both pretending to be Danny then *teasing* her when he saw her as a ghost #(obviously thats not the case but Maddie believes was Made To Believe it was)#Oh I wanted to strange Agent S this whole time typing #the blatant.... manipulation #Maddie may feel free to grieve now but her child's torment was only beginning #haha good times see ya

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dimitrescus-bitch · 3 years

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Stalked (Olivia Benson x Reader)

“Look Y/n, I promise you the best protection detail I can find.” You followed your brother, Rafael through the SVU precinct. He knocked on the captain’s door and waited with you for the door to open. You were nervous, hoping that whoever was stalking you wasn’t watching you now. They hadn’t explicitly told you not to go to the police, but you’d been told not to try anything. “Liv, I need your help. This is my sister, Y/n. She’s got a stalker.”

“Barba, has he sexually assaulted her?” Captain Olivia Benson asked you. Rafi looked back at you, waiting for an answer. Despite you giving no formal answer, the fact that you wouldn’t look at him spoke volumes. “Y/n, do you know who is stalking you?”

“I t-think it’s an ex. A few years ago, I was engaged to a man. He got mixed up in some stuff and I left him. He was exonerated, but I wouldn’t take him back,” you told them. “He did it though. I know he did. The things that happened to the girls that were killed, they were things he did to me sometimes, even when I told him no.”

“Liv, please. If nothing happens, he’ll kill her,” Rafi pleaded with the captain. She gave him a curt nod and the two of them sent you to talk to another detective to give your statement.

“Hi, I’m Amanda. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me about this guy?”

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“Rafi, I’m fine... No, you do not have to bring me dinner, but thank you for offering... You’d better keep up with me Rafi... Bye, yo también te amo.” You hung up the phone and walked over to your couch where Liv was already sitting. “Thank you for this. I know that you’ve got more important things to do than babysit me.”

“I can tell that this is really important to your brother. Besides, I suppose this beats catching up on paperwork and reading over reports,” Olivia joked. “So, what do you do?”

“I’m an artist. Right now, my work is being shown in a gallery in Brooklyn. Honestly, aside from the random little gallery, the only people who care about my work are Rafi and Rita. It’s nice though, gives me something to do to keep myself busy,” you told her. That started a nice conversation between the two of you that eventually ended with you telling Olivia embarrassing stories about your brother and a few other lawyers that she probably had come across.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch. Olivia had left sometime during the night to change shifts with Amanda, who woke you up to let you go to your bedroom. Your brother came by around 8 to take you on your morning run and go out for a quick breakfast before he had to go to work.

“What did you tell Benson about me?” Rafi asked, trying to figure out why he’d received a slew of cryptic texts from the woman alluding to things he’d done in the past. None of it was really illegal, but it did managed to fluster him no matter what. Anytime you could get your smooth-talking brother to stumble over his words was a win for you.

“We stayed up pretty late talking. I can’t possibly remember every little anecdote that we shared with each other,” you said with a smug little grin. “Now, let’s go. I like to stick to a schedule you’re already an hour late for the run.”

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“I told you not to do anything funny Y/n.” Everything around you froze as you heard a voice behind you. You had been in the shower, waiting for one of the SVU detectives to come and check on you. There was a detail outside, but you realized that the alley must not have been covered. “And yet, there are tons of police coming in and out of here. You told that bitch ass lawyer of a brother didn’t you? I guess if the sex police are here, I’ll give them a reason to be.”

“The hell you will!” Captain Benson shouted as she kicked open your bedroom door. You watched your ex reach into his jacket and go to pull something out. Olivia shot without hesitation and he dropped onto the ground. She radioed in for a bus and let you get dressed before staying with you outside of the apartment.

“Is Rafi on his way?” you asked and Olivia nodded. “Was he in court?”

“Arraignment,” Olivia answered. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders when you started shaking again and you leaned into her arms. Whenever your brother showed up, that was how he found the two of you. Olivia left to get you something warm to drink and Rafi took her place.

“You like her,” Rafi teased you. You shrugged and bit your lip a little bit. You definitely did like Captain Benson, but you doubted it’d go anywhere. “From what I hear, she’s on the market and looking. Take your chance.”

“I don’t want her to see me like one of her victims Rafi. All this time, the week we’ve spent together, I was little more than a scared girl locked away in her house. I couldn’t go out on my own, surely she doesn’t want me,” you reasoned. Rafi punched you in the shoulder and you moved to elbow him in the ribs. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Idiota,” Rafi whispered as Benson came back. “Olivia, my sister has something to tell you.”

“Rafi!” you shouted at him as he walked away calmly. Olivia handed you the cup of tea and you thanked her. “My life can get back to normal because of you. Do you think I could maybe make you dinner sometime to make it up to you?”

“That would be nice. I’ll keep in touch,” Olivia promised you. “Where are you staying tonight?”

“Rafi’s, he’s just got to finish a few things up at his office,” you told her and Olivia took you to the precinct to make a statement. Your brother wanted to close this case as quickly as he could and have your stalker locked up. You knew that you had a long road ahead of you, starting with having him argue with your landlord until he let you out of your lease early.

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kenmasangel · 3 years

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getting back together after years

synopsis : the get back, part 1 “why am i even with you”

characters : sakusa, tsukishima

genre : fluff

warning : cursing, mention of alcohol

an : sorry for any gramma or spelling mistakes, everytime i’d right it was nighttime and i’d be really tired so i wasn’t able to focus 100%. please notice me of any mistakes masterlist

Sakusa Kiyoomi

years have passed since your break up with sakusa, it was a sad but necessary break up for you to move on and finally glow up

you also realized that the only person you truly ever needed was yourself and you worked hard to be the person you are today

“at the end of the day, men are trash,” you would try to cheer your friend who had a fight with her boyfriend in one of the best clubs of tokyo. “so wipe your tears and come move your hips,”

on the professional side you became tokyo's favorite journalist, sports related; not only because of your looks but also your professionalism and personality

every hot athlete you've ever interviewed tried to get with you, but they always got rejected

on the other hand sakusa joined MSBY Black Jackals; a professional volleyball team in japan's v.league, in the top tier of division 1

yes sir period

he never dated someone else, the break up kinda broke his heart but he'll never admit it

he also became more distant with people lowkey

however, one day your manager called you to tell you about who are you going to interview next

as she mentionned the name of a famous volleyball team you couldn’t stop your mind of thinking about your ex who used to play volleyball

little did you know that he was a part of the team

lmao who gon tell you

when you got back home you decided to do some research about that MSBY team or whatever

...

oh to your surprise when you saw sakusa kiyoomi’s face there

“no shit,” you mumbled to yourself lowkey annoyed

after the brake up you grew stronger and more independent as you put in mind that all men are trash, you didn’t want to go through that steretipycal sad phase where your self confidence would be all crushed. you wanted to remain strong and you learned how to truly love yourself without expecting anything from anyone as you had your own self

period boo

anyway, you kinda had numbed all your feelings, and to see him now made all your memories with him comeback; how you first met, your first kiss, your first dates and that fight

so here you were, in your appartement checking out their previous interviews trying to get all the juice you needed yet your mind would still zone out on his face

“just keep it pro, y/n, he probably even forgot about you, just keep it pro,” you told yourself before turning off your pc

the day of the interview, here we finally are. the MSBY team knew they had an interview with the most appreciated journalist of all times so they got ready.

“do y’all think they’re cute ?” asks atsumu, “if they’re cute you better back off guys, i’m sure i’m going to catch their attention anyway,” he cockily adds flipping his bang and flexing his muscles, no one bothered answering him at this point they were used to him

“they’re here,” their manager clapped in his hands. “don’t forget what i told you guys, they are very influent so don’t mess it up and don’t scare them away,” he looked at atsumu and bokuto who just stuck their tongues out

“good morning,” you greeted all of them and bowed, “i’m l/n y/n, the journalist who’ll interview you today,” you looked at all of them with a poker face. saying that sakusa was surprised would be an understatement; he was in shock, his brain forgot how to function correctly. you followed the others who took you to the room where all the staff would chill, offering you coffee, tea and snacks

sakusa couldn’t keep his eyes off you, seeing you after all these years was like a wave of fresh air; he was relieved to see you successful and blooming, what a beautiful sight he thought when he saw you laughing with his teammates as he got in the room. but at the same time his heart ached him as he remembred what made you two go separate ways and the guilt he tried to hide deep inside him all those years started creeping up again in his chest

“c’mon, it’s just an interview,” he sighed before sitting on a chair behind his team

the interview started and it was going fine, sakusa’s teammates were cool and you had a lot of fun interviewing them. you liked their chaotic energy and it happened for you to match it, they immediately liked you

“y/n-chan,” started atsumu getting close to you, ”would you like to go out with me tonight, we could have dinner together or just grab a drink-”

“okay barry b. benson, you’re not my type sorry,” you stopped him as you pinched his cheek making all his teammates laugh, you got a pout from him but he eventually laughed liking your attitude

“y/n-chan, why don’t you come and have dinner with us tonight?” asked bokuto with sparkles in his eyes, “oooh~ say please we’d love to!” joined him hinata with the same sparkles in his eyes

you akwardly chuckle looking at sakusa then bringing your stare back at them, “i don’t kno-”, “please come, it would be nice,” finally adds sakusa what made you look back at him

you kept staring at each other for moment before you nodded makinf the three balls of chaotic energy; bokuto, hinata and atsumu scream a ‘yes!’ you exchanged numbers and you went back home

well, that wasn’t too bad you thought to yourself once back at you appartement plopping on your couch

for some reason your heart was beating fast and you damned those feelings you tried to hide and not get rid of for coming back

he was looking as handsome as ever, you were not going to lie

and that look in his eyes... was it regret ?

“as he fucking should,” you shook your head thinking about what he’d said in that fight

but you were young, he probably regrets, “stfu stupid heart,”

you got up and got ready for tonight’s dinner

“keep that poker face y/n, you’re doing great” you said to yourself before getting into the restaurant, you quickly saw hands waving at you, spotting the team and you went to the table. there was a place left next to bokuto and sakusa, just great, you tried hard not to roll your eyes and sat

the diner was going well, you were not bothered by sakusa’s presence, he didn’t talk much anyway and you had fun talking to the others who were really funny, the thing is that everyone got drunk; hinata and bokuto were hugging each other singing the yarichin bitch anthem, atsumu kept saying ‘ya like jazz?’ every time the someone would pass by, you and sakusa were the only ones in a good state. you couldn’t help but laugh at them trying to stop them but you’d eventually fail

“atsumu please stop,” you tried to stop him from getting on the table to ask everyone if they liked jazz, “i won’t unless you tell me ya like jazz, honey,” he wiggled his eyebrows as you couldn’t help yourself from laughing, “i do like jazz now sit down,” you finally said

sakusa kept thinking if he should talk to you or not in the mean time, he couldn’t help but to create two imaginary cases in his mind one for that says ‘yes’ and the other one ‘no’, he finally came back to earth when you sat back down after stopping tsumu from performing a jazz song

“but y/n i swear it’s a good jazz song, it is called... Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley,” he grins proud of himself, you stare at him trying to hold your laughter and when you were going to anwser you heared sakusa do it first, “no miya, and make the owl and the tangerine stop crying,” atsumu salutes him and goes to talk to the crying duo

“long time no see, l/n,” he finally says making your heart miss a beat

“never thought i’d see you again sakusa,” you answer, finally looking at him

“glad to see you’re doing well,” he adds. “even tho i wish we’d be on good terms,” you sigh turning your head. “gotta admit i am the one to blame,”

“glad to see you are mature enough to admit your wrongs,” you anwser him sipping on your drink

“i’ve always knew that i was the one who fucked up, y/n... maybe back then i just didn’t have the guts to admit it, nor to try keeping you close to me. i just saw how you were doing better off without me, and i thought it was better to let go even if it did hurt me...” he finally admits

all what you wanted to hear, craved to hear when you broke up with him. you felt some type of way, good memories you had with him flooding your mind and the feelings you’ve once had for the pretty germaphobe

what were you gonna say? were you finally ready to forgive him and move on or stay on your positions and just live like you’ve been living since the brake up

“well... we’re grown ups now, it’s all forgiven and forgotten,” you give him a small smile,

“thank you,” it was then quiet for a brief moment before he finally decided to man up, “i missed you,” he looked down at his plate

wow the butterflies in your tummy, heart and brain went off with no warnings, you stared at him with wide eyes trying to comprehend what on god’s green earth did he just say

did you miss him too ? did you hate him ? were you over the fight ? did you really stop loving him or did you just hide those feelings ?

too many questions yet no answers, as he realized you didn’t answer he mumbled few apologies but you stopped him telling it was fine

“it’s just... it’s been so many years and we didn’t end up on good terms,” you explain

“yeah, no, i totally understand that is normal,” you nodd looking down at your lap. “can i hold your hand?”

“pardon me?”

“can i hold your hand? fuck that y/n, can i have another chance? allow treat you right, to love you deeply. that guilt that built up in me kept growing with the years, and now that you’re finally here i just want one thing as i see your face is to make up for everything, even after years.”

oh wow, you were definitely not expecting that; not from sakusa who wasn’t this expressive with his feelings and especially not after all these years

you held his hand and smiled sincerly at him, “it’ll take me time; to figure out how i feel and to trust you again, but i’d like to give it a chance,” he smiled back, hope filling his eyes

after that night you tried to spend a lot of time together

usually he would be the one to initiate it

he did his best to prove you that you can trust him and that he became a better person for you

your heart would melt everytime he told you about a memory of you together or how he still remembered stuff about you

you were on your guards in the beginning but slowly you began to soften

eventually you got back together, but that’s another story

it took several months but you don’t even know how happy he was

oh and let’s just not talk about the media and how powerful you guys were

anyway you were happy and that’s what matters

Tsukishima Kei

ara ara what we have here

do you know how the life works in a weird way sometimes? a compilation of events that happen by sheer luck, fucking coincidences that are just way out of this world that lead you to bump into that one person even if you don’t want to?

no ? aight sorry

anyway, that is lowkey what life had in store for you and salt shaker man

tsukishima had gotten into that college he wanted to attend

he was happy but he would’ve secretely loved if you were there to share his happiness

oh how little did he know that you got into that college too

ahaha *awkward laughter*

homeboy found it out in a special way, not the best way there is but you know he had to know a way or another

he went to that party with his two roomates who actually lowkey forced him ngl

as he was making his way to the kitchen he heard someone laughing, a laugh he’s heard way too many times but he shook it off thinking about how many people may have the same laughter

“oi y/n, you look hot!” a male’s voice shouted

what ?

there was no way you were there and he decided to make sure by checking out by himself

he was CHOKED when he saw you there

“tell me something i don’t know,” you laughed as you approached the boy who called you. “what’s up hot stuff ?” he said as you were finally next to him

hot stuff? tsukki almost gagged at the horrible name you were just given, yet it was not false that you were indeed ‘hot’; you looked as flawless as ever, you did a 180° change

the sweet, soft, innocent y/n was replaced by the baddest bitch in the motherfucking block he almost didn’t recognize you. he wondered if you stayed together would you have gone through this change an didn’t notice you coming his way

“god, don’t stand in the middle of the- tsukishima ?” you stopped when you saw his face. “you attending a party, what a surprise,” you stood there a hand on your hip

“oh y/n, how are you?” homeboy didn’t know how to act at this point, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck

“i’m doing great actually, so did you get into here ? the ‘college of your dreams’,” he could feel the sarcasm in your voice, he also noticed how cold you were

“yeah, thankfully. where’d you go ?”

“oh i go here, the same college as you,” you fake a smile, he feels his heart miss a beat.. or two.“you know sometimes i look back, and i can’t help from noticing that being in a committed relationship didn’t stop me from attending one of the best colleges out there and you, on the other hand who didn’t want anything to do with a relationship got here too,” you spat, obviously you didn’t get to tell him how you felt when you broke up. “good thing i’m not in the same major as you though,” you sighed

“y/n i_,”

“no save it tsukishima, there’s no need to say whatever you want to say. at this point i’ve moved on, i just found it funny to see you here after what you’ve said and how i actually also got here; now i know for sure that you were the problem... and i hated myself thinking it was me,” you scoff. “hope i won’t get to see you often, good luck for the rest,” and with that you left, joining a group of friends who waved for you to join them

needless to mention that he was pissed and heartbroken

he was not expecting that from you, he always saw you as this delicate person whose kindness is infinite

now, oh now he didn’t recognize you

even your voice got more.. mature? cold? idk

anyway after your encounter he directly headed back to his dorm

he couldn’t sleep the whole night rethinking about all what those years with you and what you said, you hated yourself as you thought you were the problem

bravo tsukishima they hate you, he thought to himself

uhm lol so the rest of your college ‘journey’ went without the two of you seeing each other

you were both majoring in different stuff, the campus is huge, y’alls schedules didn’t match and you had different friend groups

yet rarely he would find you at the library at 4am, many empty coffee cans on your table, looking all sleepy with your glasses falling off and your hair in a messy bun

“fucking ass why on god’s poluted earth did i ever want to major in that fucking shit of a topic, couldn’t i do something basic like stripper or something ? ugh fml,” he caught you once in the middle of an existencial crisis

he couldn’t help his lips from twitching upwards and he couldn’t stop the memories of the two of you studying together flooding his mind

he never came close to you tho, especially after what you told him in that party

sad </3

you guys graduated from college fucking finally

congrats folks you did it!

and you thought it was the end of your story

how sweet, how naive

uh-uh baby life decided otherwise and you saw each other years later

in the same company 🤪

“oi tsukishima-san, don’t forget we have a metting with the new manager in 10,”

how could he forget ? everyone has been talking about this manager for a week

tsukki was respected by all his work mates as he was such a good element what made him get the best promotions and claims from his boss

n e way

he got into the conf room where everyone was seated and took his place waiting for the new manager and the boss to come in, he was clearly annoyed and didn’t want to be there; he just wanted to finish his work on go back home

anyway his attention was brought back by his boss entering the room, “good evening everyone, with no longer introduction let me introduce you to y/l/n y/n your new manager,”

tsukki’s head SNAPPED, he almost broke his neck

tsukiskima.exe has stopped working

you were surprised when your eyes landed on him too but you’re a bad bitch and kept it professional

he couldn’t focus for the rest of the meeting, even tho it was just presentations and basic information for the future collaboration

the meeting ended and everyone went back home, except for you as you stayed in late to work on some stuff

you thought you were alone since it was late, but you were wrong since tsukishima had also stayed in late to finish up whatever file he was asked to analize

this is why you were startled when you heard some noise and a tall figure got out of the office ahead of you

“oh my,” you held your chest and relaxed when you noticed it was tsukishima, “i thought i was alone,”

“staying in late on your first day huh, didn’t know you were still here,” he responded, you noticed how his tone didn’t change from when you first met him in highschool, maybe his voice got a bit more deeper tho

you couldn’t help noticing how good he looked in his suit, it fit him really well. his broad shoulders covered by the dark blue vest, the first few buttons of his white vector shirt opened letting you lowkey see his collarbone

“yea well i’m leaving now, good night,” you quickly say and took your leave, seeing him after all this time was weird and you didn’t know how to feel

you still remember what you said the last time you saw him at that party, you were hurt and you said some things you probably regret by now and you thought that he probably hated your guts and as long as you wanted to be at the top in your new work you still decided to stay away from him

“ugh what a dumbass,” you whined and slapped the back of your head thinking tsukishima was still in the floor you left him in, but he saw you and his lips twitched upwards

everytime he thinks you can’t look any better you prove him wrong, he thought to himself as he went to his car finally heading back home. after all those years life decided to still play with you guys and put you in the same company, i mean, he wasn’t complaining but he wished it wasn’t awkward between the two of you

you guys started working together, a new journey for the both of you started

he thought you still hated him and that is why he was cold with you :(

so you were both distant with each other and if you ever had to talk it was cold, formal and quick

it’s been a few weeks your collegues had noticed the tension between the two of you

they were lowkey sus of something but didn’t want to butt in

it was physically painful to watch

n e way everything was going more or less smoothly until a new face made an appariction in the company

“my god! what are you doing here?” you hugged the good looking man

“i missed you and i thought that i couldn’t live without you, so i am here to cling,” you pull away and playfully slap his chest. “nah more seriously i am here to get that bag boo,”

“as you should hun, so you’re a trainee huh? i’ll ask them to put you under my supervision,” you wink

“say less,” he flirtily gets close to you

“uhm, sorry to interrupt your i bet very educational discussion but y/l/n, here, the file,” tsukishima butts in out of nowhere, his voice colder than usual and his eyes lowkey darker than usual

“oh thank you,” and he left

“well, that was awkward,” your friend cringes

“shut up, yuuji,” you roll your eyes

“wait wasn’t that tsukishami? sushikima? suspicual tall bitch who broke your heart?” the last attempt made you chuckle

“yes, it is,” you sigh, going through the file. “i can’t believe you still remeber that!”

“miss girl, you were not the one listening at your own self sobbing at how some tall, blonde, salt shaker broke your heart and how you’d want to, and i quote “punch his beautiful face then hug him so tight that i’ll squeeze his organs”,”

you narrow your eyes at him then for quite a while, then you scoff, “i am glad you’re here, dickhead,”

“so am i, headass,” he gives you a sincere smile

yuuji’s presence made things complicated even more

tsukishima didn’t appreciate the new flirty, good looking, lowkey smart trainee who was under your supervision

he was more irritable than usual, he knew he had no right to feel like that but still, he couldn’t help it

everytime he saw you two together working, laughing, grabing lunch together or even just being in the same area it made him want to break walls

but he couldn’t

he also saw how yuuji would flirt with other female collegues and it made him furious; you didn’t deserve that!

deserve what tho lol you and yuuji were friends but since tsukki was blinded by his jealousy or whatever he was feeling he assumes you were a thing or soon to be a thing

dumb mf

anyway

your boss had assigned you an important file to work on

all cool and shit until he mentioned that you had to work with tsukishima

ahaha.......... right

you started working the day after

°3°

it was awkward as fuck ngl, y’all would share max up to 3 words in a matter of 20mins

each one of you was sitting in their side

the tension buddy, the tension!!!!!

idk how you survived

day 2: you slapped some sense in yourself and an old relationship that ended in bad terms shouldn’t affect your work years after

so you started talking more, always pro stuff, but still

kei was the same as yesterday but that didn’t surprise you since he was always like that and you weren’t expecting anything from him except contribute effectively to the work, what he did

day 3: work in progress, nothing less

day 4: same as day 3 except that you stayed in later than the previous days

day 5: yuuji bursted in because he had broought you food, he kissed your temple before he left wishing you good luck. tsukki almost gagged, homie was fuming in rage

day 6:

it was late, everyone had left but you and kei still working on that goddamn file, thankfully he had given enough time to finish the work

“y/l/n, the food is here,” tells you tsukishima as he got back into the office

“thanks, i almost died from hunger,” you get up getting what you ordered

you were eating in silence until tall man decided to speak up, “funny, huh?” you looked at him confused. “how we went to the same highschool, same college and now we are working together,”

you just let an “oh” thinking about what you told him in that frat party, “i guess you were right, i was the problem,”

“tsukishima look, it’s been years and it’s all forgotten now okay?” he looks at his food, his mind elswhere

“remember what you told me in that party?”

“tsuki-”

“i mean, now that we’re grown ups we can talk about it, right? i feel like i didn’t get closure, not like i deserve it but still,8

you just nodd and go sit in front of him

“well, i lashed out on you on that party because i didn’t get closure, i was obviously still hurt and petty and immature. Seeing you there was like a slap in the face, i really want to apologize but i feel like what i said was true,”

“and it was true, it took sometime to accept it and realiwe it, but you don’t need to apologize; i didn’t treat you right, so i am sorry,”

you give him a small smile, “i am also sorry, i shouldn’t have talked to you that way it was rude,”

“but true,” he adds and you chuckle

“yeah, it’s all fine now. we can start over again,”

“i mean, i’d like to,” he gives you a small, tiny smile but you could still see it

“y/n?”

“mmh?” you look at him, your mouth full and cheeks about to explode

“i know we just made up and stuff but... please be careful with that new trainee,”

“yuuji? what why?”

“look i’m a man and i know wha another man thinks when i see him in action, and he’s just... not trustworthy i guess,”

“tsukishima kei, tf are trying to say?”

“look, i don’t want you to get hurt! but he is all flirty with other women and it’s just a huge disrespect to you and your relationship,” he explains

you look at him with wide eyes than laugh your ass off, you couldn’t believe what you just heard

“tsukki, yuuji is my bestfriend we’re not dating,” you wipe a tear tha slipped

he just stares at you, “oh” is all what he could say

“thanks for worrying tho,”

“whatever,” he rolls his eyes

as the days went by you and kei got closer

he would tease you and you’d tease him back

“oi, salt shaker, put my stuff on a high shelf again and i’ll pull your highschool pictures when you played vb,”

“as if you still have them” he scoffs

“don’t mess with me!”

“whatever shortie- OW why would you throw the stapler at me?”

“it’s your mouth that i’m gonna staple next time,”

anyway it was all giggles and shit

you enjoyed working together and gaining your complicity back

the due date came, you had to present in front of 3 other CEOs and your own ceo

you did an amazing job, obviously

everyone liked the harmony between the two of you and how neat your work was

“WOHOO here’s my bad bitch,” yuuji hugged you after the deliberation

“stfu we’re not alone,” you laugh. “did i look good?” you ask

he smirks and checks you out, twirling you and wolf whistling, “hotter than ever and thicker than snicker,” you laugh at his remark

“uhm-uhm,” tsukishima came behind you

“hey, sushimika, good job out there,” yuuji gives him a big grin

tsukishima just nodds and his eyes dart to yuuji’s arm around your waist, something he notices

“erm anyway, Vanessa is calling me gotta go,” he kisses your head and leaves

“he’s one of a kind, i gotta admit,” you say pulling him out of his trance

“i mean, y’all are bestfriends so i’m not surprised,” you roll your eyes

“we did a good job out there, i mean i was better but you weren’t too bad yourself,” he smirks

“you’re so annoying,” you laugh. “i guess we make a good duo,”

you lookn at each other for a while before tsukki finally speaks up

“uhm look, i know it’s only been one month since we’re back to normal but... would you maybe like to have dinner with me?” he rubbs the back of his neck

“like a date?”

“you know what i mean y/n,” he rolls his eyes

“uhm sorry i don’t clearly see what you mean,” you grimace

“ugh alright, like on a date, would go with me yes or no ?”

you laugh at his impatience, “pick me up at 7,”

“is that a yes?”

“you know what i mean, tsukki,” you say as you leave

so the date went well

really well

you didn’t want to burn steps so you lowkey took your time in the process of getting back together

going on dates, talking everything out to build a strong base

work together was fun

i mean i’m not gonna talk about the sneaky make out sessions but haha you know 👀

surely you got back together, even shared an appartement and you are the happiest you’ve ever been

he proposed 3 years after

fin

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i truly hope you like it, <3

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Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Inspired by Day 15 of the July Prompts: iced tea

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I took some liberties with today’s prompt lmao. But I hope y’all enjoy! Idk man my brain has been a mess lately and I’ve been finding so much comfort in writing little slice of life fics. Hoping to do some actual Lowman Sister’s-Centered content soon.

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Juice walked into the apartment and looked around. Dakota was in the kitchen, making herself a bag of popcorn to go with the large glass of wine that was resting on the coffee table. He laughed quietly to himself as he took off his boots and shrugged off his kutte, leaving them all by the door. He heard the television playing in the living room, and was curious to know what she had been watching that got her into the mood to settle in and relax for the night. Craning his neck as he walked through, he shook his head with a smile as he watched the TV.

“This is what does it for you on a night in?” he finally spoke up as he walked over to her.

She spun around, a large bowl of popcorn in her arms, clutched tightly to her chest. She smiled, shrugging, “Suits me just fine. You can hop right back on that bike if you wa—”

He didn’t let her finish the sentence, instead pulling her into a kiss, “I didn’t say that. I never said that.”

She laughed, holding the bowl in one hand so she could use the other to gently cup his chin, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Alright then,” she tugged him towards the couch, “Are you staying over?”

“Can I?” he asked, eyes growing a little wider.

She gave him a confused look, “Why not?”

“I’m not really in the mood to get murdered by your sister, that’s all.”

Dakota chuckled as she sat down on the sofa, “Di’s out of town. Went…somewhere with my dad. I dunno,” she shrugged, “Won’t be back for a couple days.”

“That why you invited me over?”

“I’d rather be here with you than be here by myself,” she set the bowl of popcorn down between them, “There’s beer in the fridge if you want it.”

He shook his head, settling in and making himself comfortable, “I’m good.”

The night quickly got away from them as they got sucked into one episode after another. Dakota was leaning completely against Juice’s side, the now-empty popcorn bowl rested in his lap. His arm was draped around her shoulder, thumb idly tracing back and forth as they continued to watch their show.

Dakota recited the intro that she had listened to all too many times before, getting more and more theatrical as the night went on and she drank more wine, “These are their stories,” she paused dramatically, looking up at Juice, “Dun dun!”

He laughed, fighting the urge to run his fingers through her hair, “You really like this show, huh?”

“It’s one of the only things that I can marathon.”

“Seriously?” he chuckled, “Doesn’t this shit get depressing after a while?”

“Nah,” she laughed moving the popcorn bowl so that she could rest her head in his lap and look up at him, “How can I be depressed when I literally have Ice-T solving especially heinous crimes on my TV?”

He carefully placed his hand on the front of her shoulder, “He your comedic relief in all of this?”

“He is good at it,” she placed her hand over his and interlocked their fingers, “Even if he doesn’t mean to be.”

“How often are you sitting at home binging on Law & Order?”

“I have watched all twenty-something seasons more than once,” she laughed, squeezing his hand.

He looked down at her, face instantly warming up when he saw the smile on her face and the glassy glint in her eyes. The two sides of his head were battling it out as he looked at her looking at him. She was so comfortable, like it was the most natural thing in the world that they were together like that. And for as much as the mere thought of her made his heart race, and he wanted nothing more than to be with her as often as he could, he still never let himself truly enjoy it, afraid that it was all going to get yanked away. He tried to remain realistic about who he was with, who her family was.

“Where are you, Juan?” she spoke up and snapped him out of his thoughts, letting go of his hand so she could reach up and caress his face.

He chuckled, involuntarily leaning into her touch, “I’m here.”

“You sure?” she cocked an eyebrow, “Looked like you got away from me for a second there.”

“I’m here. Promise,” he turned and kissed her palm, “It’s just you, me, and Olivia Benson.”

“And Ice-T,” she piped up with a laugh.

He laughed quietly, nodding, “Yea, and Ice-T. The real glue of the SVU team.”

She turned so that she was facing the television, but left her head rested in his lap. She draped one arm across his legs, settling in to get more comfortable. Juice let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding, grateful for the closeness. He wondered how someone who was raised by Happy still managed to be so soft. He knew there was more to her than what he already knew, and it would take some time for her to really let him in, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.

His eyes were fixed on the TV, but he was running his fingers through her hair over and over. At a certain point he didn’t even notice that he was still doing it—the motion becoming second nature. He did, however, feel her breathing begin to slow and even out as she fell asleep. He chuckled quietly, reaching and shutting off the television.

Ever-so carefully, he lifted Dakota up, draping her across his arms bridal style. She grumbled, awakening slightly but not enough to really say anything to him. Laughing quietly, he got both of them to her room, quickly reaching and turning on the light so he could see what he was working with, where he should step. She groaned at the change in light, but didn’t fight against him carrying her. He laid her gently down on the bed before he went about stripping down to his boxers and a t-shirt. Even in her sleepy daze, Dakota made a dramatic show out of watching him, getting him to laugh.

“The baseball bat really necessary?” he nodded towards the wooden bat leaning against the wall, one that was, knowing Happy, heavier than a sanctioned bat to do more damage if it ever had to be used.

“As necessary as the gun in the bedside drawer,” she laughed as she rested her cheek in her hand, “They will not be making a Law & Order episode about me in the future, thank you very much.”

“A woman with a plan,” he chuckled as he set his phone on the bedside table.

“Always,” her voice already getting raspy with sleep again.

His quiet laughter filled the small room as he walked back over and turned the light off. He made his way back to the bed in the dark, shimmying under the covers with her. She immediately latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face into his chest. Without any hesitation at all he entwined his legs with hers, one arm draping around her waist and his other hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled against the top of her head as he kissed her.

“Goodnight,” her voice was hardly audible as she spoke into his chest.

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