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--- katie & steve.

        She had jokes. Luckily for her Steve wasn’t the kind of guy to take offence easily, not when people were dragging him. Drag one of his friends or his family? That’s a whole different story, and he will break jaws for that kind of behaviour. If however it was at his expense, he could take that shit all day without it bothering him. He had lived a life harsher than any words people could throw at him, so when she teased him he simply laughed, enjoying it. The fact she felt comfortable enough around a big lump of a guy like him to take the piss was endearing. He watched as the ball sunk into the pocket and he shook his head, laughing even more but this time out of frustration. “I thin you’re hustling me, Katie girl. What’s a guy to do round here to beat that pretty face in a game of pool, huh?” Steve took a slug of his beer, then rolled his eyes at her demands. “What do you want?”

     She’d always enjoyed riling Steve up, even as a teenage girl with her heart set on the older bad boy. She loved to push his buttons, it always gave her a thrill to watch his reaction. Always that feigned annoyance, followed with the tiniest hint that there was something else there. Katie couldn’t help but smirk, taking a step forward to lay the pool cue onto the table. “Well,” she lilted, crossing the space between them slowly and deliberately. She tilted her head up at him, hazel eyes glittering up at his from beneath her lashes. “lucky for you I ain’t as sore a winner as you are a loser. I’ll go easy on your wallet and forgo another beer.” She lifted the aforementioned beer to her lips, gaze slowly making its way down to his own. Katie set the beer down, teeth digging into her lower lip. “So... how ‘bout this? Loser’s choice. Wat’cha wanna give me, Steve?”

#opp ; steve anderson. #ahhhhh time for the trademark katie prescott seduction routine

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— KATIE & JUSTIN.

                         Katelyn was now a week into her new career as a detective and far more overwhelmed than she could ever remember being. Unlike her time in the police academy which had more or less been a breeze, her newly earned position had a pretty steep learning curve. It was ironic, really, that she’d even received the promotion in the first place. Most detectives had either grown up wanting to be one or picked up the aspiration somewhere down the line. Katie had no such aspirations. She’d joined the police academy on a whim, really. The job market had been difficult enough for college graduates to navigate, let alone a directionless twenty-something who had dropped out of college halfway through. Becoming a cop just seemed like the least boring adult job she could see herself doing.

The thing about Katelyn Prescott, though, was that directionless or not she always strove to be the best at whatever she did. She was an only child, never having to compete with siblings for the adoration of her parents. It made her needy—made her crave attention and recognition in all aspects of her life, including work. So she’d kept her head down and worked her way up from beat cop to detective in what seemed like record time. She’d received a hefty raise, a transfer to a higher crime district, and a barrage of praise from her colleagues and superiors. It even managed to overshadow the years of obstinate teenage rebellion that had soured the relationship between her and her very successful lawyer parents. All in all, things were going good… mostly.

In the week that she’d been a detective, she could count on one hand the number of actual conversations she’d had with her new partner Justin. Calling him closed-off would be an understatement. The man was the definition of a lone wolf, unable or simply unwilling to let her actually be his partner. A week, Katelyn had decided, was more than enough time to readjust to a new partner. She was sick of getting stuck at her desk, pushing papers and doing the behind the scenes work. She had been looking forward to working her first real case, but with Justin flying solo more often than not, she’d spent her entire first week stuck in the precinct.

“Yo! Kaine!” The brunette called, an annoyed edge to her voice as her gaze landed on her partner exiting their squad car. Everything in her body language signaled anger as she crossed the distance between them, the thudding of her combat boots accenting her fury. “Alright, I gave you the week to process whatever brooding man pain’s got you actin’ like an asshole but time’s up, pretty boy.” Katelyn drawled as she came to a stop in front of him, tilting her chin up so that she could deliver a proper glare in spite of their height difference. She paused, her features softening slightly after a beat. A sigh passed through her lips as she folded her arms across her chest. “Look,” the woman conceded. “obviously this isn’t what you want, but you’re kinda responsible for my training so it’s your job to show me the ropes. You should probably start doin’ it before you get yourself into hot water with Cap.” She tilted her head at him, hazel eyes sweeping over his features without a hint of shame. He was just as attractive as he was standoffish. A faint smirk found its way onto her lips at the thought. “Then again I get the feelin’ you’re somethin’ of a troublemaker.” Or so she’d heard. Justin Kaine was a revolving door when it came to partners, cycling through them faster than they could be replaced as several little birdies had been all too keen to let her know. ( @cxgitando )

#opp ; justin kaine. #i don't know why this got so long??? lmao #i dont need to tell u not to match u already know i'm longwinded af

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KATIE & STEVE

@honeymused random starter funs :)))))

              The months had past quickly for Steve as he settled back at his home town, hiding out from the gangsters who wanted his blood. It’s funny, the first place you would think people would check would be someone’s home but anyone who knew Steve also knew that the town was the place of his nightmares, the last place he wanted to be. Thankfully, he had some friends and that meant protection he could find nowhere else. One of those friends was Katie. Not that she had been a friend, more so a small shadow that had followed him around. Steve smiled over at her as they shot some pool - gone was the little girl and instead was a beautiful woman, a woman who had taken his breath away when he first saw her, and someone he had refused to believe was his little Katie. “Hurry up! This isn’t the world championships, princess,” he yelled through a deep chuckle. “Keep this pace up and I’ll run out of beer.”

          When Steve had returned to their hometown, Katie realized that something between them had shifted. She had once been the precocious preteen following the town bad boy around in hopes of catching his attention. It had been ridiculous---and honestly a little embarrassing in hindsight. As she’d grown up and Steve left town, she’d seen their relationship for what it was. It had been a crush, a teen girl idealizing a boy for the first time. And then he came back home. Suddenly it was like she was a teenager again, Steve having come home even more attractive than she remembered, somehow. Katie wasn’t stupid. She knew the telltale signs of a man interested in her. She’d had practice in the years she’d spent tending bar after leaving the city she’d spent her college years in. Hazel eyes rolled skyward as Steve teased her, a chuckle parting her lips. “Yeah, yeah---wouldn’t want you to die of old age one me.” The brunette teased as she continued to align her pool cue just so. She was practically bent over the table, leaning forward to align her line of sight with the pool cue. “Heaven forbid!” Katie gasped, feigning a horrified look. They wouldn’t run out of beer. She’d tended bar at this one a handful of times before when Sal had needed the extra help. Turning her attention back down to the game, she tapped the pool cue against the 8-ball just enough to send the ball she’d intended into the pocket. “Looks like it’s my game again Anderson. You owe me a prize.” She smirked, her eyes landing on his. 

#opp ; steve anderson. #sh ; katie x steve. #:)))))))))

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HARLOW & JAMES.

James didn’t question the woman, he didn’t see the point. She was clearly agitated, if not a little scared. He understood. This was probably something different for her, a situation she never imagined herself in. He knew when to keep quiet and he knew this was one of those moments. Giving a brief nod, James didn’t move from his spot, his feet planted in place, until he saw her daughter was out of the car and in the blonde’s arms. A part of him wanted to question her—- what was she doing out here all on her own? Did she get her car checked before she started to drive it? Questions and words scattered his brain as his eyes remained trained on the old vehicle. He’d seen one like it before, hell, he was sure he’d worked on one like it too. But he understood the love for a precious vehicle. He loved his truck, the one parked in his driveway in it’s specific spot, the very same. The man picked up on the accent, a smirk forming to grace his lips. His greenish-blue hues observing the woman who tightly held the little girl. “I promise I ain’t gonna ding up your car.” He commented, knowing the look in her eyes, having seen it before. His steps were hesitant as he moved forward, taking the keys from her held out finger. He gave a brief nod, “No need to worry. I’m just gonna hook ‘er up to this big guy and get her to my shop. She should be done in no time…” He shrugged. For sure, he didn’t know as he hadn’t even taken a look at the engine yet. “You could hop in the truck if you want? It’s bound to get chilly sooner or later… That way I can take you where you need to go.” Hell, he didn’t even know where she needed to go or where she came from but he told himself this was a job, a favour he was granting for a dear friend. No questions asked. To hook up the car was the easy part, thankfully he hadn’t park too far away. He was sure he could hook her up easy, bring it in, and lift it up. He went to the hook and chain, grabbing the damn thing only to move with quick steps and hook it under the vehicle. He knew once he pressed the button on the side of the truck, the car would slowly roll until it was up on it’s hind wheels.  Moving back to the black painted truck, he pressed the level on the side and a sound began to roar. The car slowly began to roll and move into position. Easy, he thought, but a bitch to get down. 

Harlow hesitated, unwilling to just hand her car over to some stranger. She’d inherited it from her older brother, who had inherited it from their father before he’d passed. It was practically a Temple family heirloom at this point. Her brother had shown her the basics of how to take care of her, but he hadn’t expected her to need to know more than that. “Yeah, okay.” She lilted, holding his gaze for a moment before heading towards the truck. Hailee was heavy in her arms as she walked, the dead weight of a sleeping four year old digging into her side. She glanced at him as he worked on getting her car hooked up to the truck before pulling the door open and climbing into the truck. She clutched her daughter to her chest as the girl slept, tilting her head back against the headrest. A deep sight fell from her lips, and for a moment, she let her eyes close. Harlow was only just beginning to realize how tired she was. It was the kind of exhaustion that was bone deep. All she wanted was a hot dinner. And a shower. And a bed. A bed would be nice right about now. She had been driving all day---she’d packed up their meager belongings and stowed them in the trunk of the Impala, leaving the crappy apartment they had been staying in for the past few months. The blonde let out a deep sigh, pausing for a moment before opening her eyes. She watched the man in the side view mirror as he eased her car up onto the platform behind the truck. Harlow knew she needed to settle down... somewhere soon. Hailee was four, and with her birthday ten months away Harlow knew she needed to find roots somewhere so her daughter could start kindergarten. She had done what she could to give her daughter what she was missing out on by not attending preschool. Since money could be hard to come by at times, she stretched her cash out by getting Hailee all sorts of used books for children. Her daughter had made it easy for her, of course. The little girl was precocious, not unlike her Harlow had been at her age---or so her grandmother had told her many times in her adolescence. She was glad to see that trait carried on in her daughter. It gave her an odd sort of comfort. As she watched her daughter grow, she could only hope that the only thing she had inherited from her father were his chromosomes. Her daughter looked so much like her, only four and yet somehow the spitting image of her mother. Harlow let out another sigh. She was getting impatient. She really wanted to speed this up so she could get out of town as quickly as possible. Setting Hailee gently on the seat beside her, she smoothed the child’s hair away from her face as she stirred slightly before falling back asleep. Harlow turned her gaze to the side view mirror, watching as the man worked on securing her car. She leaned out of her window. “Not to tell ya how to do your job or anythin’, but uh, I’d really like to get my girl some dinner and a bed to sleep in---if ya don’t mind.” She called, just loud enough for him to hear her but not loud enough to wake her daughter who often slept like the dead. She knew she was being irrational---getting a car onto a tow truck was a process that could only go so fast---but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She fell back against the seat without another word, not stopping to hear whatever rebuttal he had for her. She just wanted to get the hell out of this... place. It was hot and everything seemed to be covered in a fine layer of dust.

#opp ; james lincoln. #sh ; harlow x james. #FIIIIINALLY