#had one family think i was a fucking COP ! while i was delivering food

[faangirl101]

Burning Heart: Pt 3

Burning heart masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x reader, Zuko x y/n

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn

Summary: Raised mostly by yourself, you made a living for your youth years as a maid in one of the richest families in Ba sing se, Beifongs. There Toph, a blind young rich girl, taught you earth bending and also became your new family. Not that you would admit that to her. Together you escape Ba sing se on the back of a flying bison with the Avatar, in a mission to take back the world from the fire nation. But on the journey you didn’t plan to team up with the Fire prince himself, and you definitely did not plan to get butterflies around him. But you couldn’t possibly catch feelings for a fire bender right? They ruined your life and took everything of value from you. But you couldn’t lie to your burning heart.

Warnings: swearing

I thought that since Toph was actually blind now, feet burned beyond recognition, that she would go easy on me today. I was clearly wrong. She was quickly up on her feet again (pun intended). Toph had been teaching me earth bending in secret since i was a maid to her family so her tough teaching techniques were no surprise. She had me and Aang working to the bone before we finally, covered in sweat, got a break. Or more like I got a break while Aang had his next bending lesson. Fire. His first. I couldn't help my curiosity as I stood leaned against the closest wall watching Zuko in his professor role.  The balcony of the upside down pagoda in the temple was hot. Sweat was climbing up my back as I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Zuko seemed to catch Aang's hyper demaoner “I know you're nervous, but remember, firebending in it of itself is not something to fear.” Aang didn't meet his eyes but sighed deeply instead “Okay. Not something to fear”.Zuko nodded as he closed his fists. “But if you don't respect it”, he raised his voice so it echoed through the temple “it'll chew you up and spit you out like an angry komodo rhino!”. I held back the laugh threatening at the picture of Zuko with tensed eyes and a yelping Aang. Zuko clearly picked the “bad cop” technique when it came to teaching, just like Toph. He crossed his arms over his strong chest and took a step backwards “Now show me what you've got. Any amount of fire you can make”. Aang inhales nervously as he hesitates and moves out his arms. I can see fear in his eyes as they focus on the palm of his hand. A small, almost impossible to catch, cloud of smoke appears. But as fast as it comes it dissipates to nothing. The look on Aang was a blend of disappointment and relief.

Aang looked up hopefully “Maybe i need a little more instruction. Perhaps a demonstration?”. Zuko raised an eyebrow “Good idea, You might wanna take a couple steps back”. Even if he wasn't talking to me I obliged and moved further back. I hadn't seen him in action up close yet. I was unsure what to expect but that was definitely not it.  With a grunt Zuko opens his tightly closed fist to let out…. a flame smaller than the palm of my hand. Aang, supportive as he was, applauded at this disappointing display. Me? i bursted out laughing, finally alerting them of my presence. They both sharply turned to me, who was doubled over in laughter. “You might wanna take a couple steps back?”I wiped away fake tears “What was that? That was the worst firebending I've ever seen!”. Zuko did not take that mockery ease as he pursed his lips hard enough to break his jaw.  Aang interrupted Zuko before he could yell at me “I thought it was...nice”. He smiled slightly and shrugged which made it even harder to hold back my smile.

Zuko, annoyed at my amused face, tried to prove me wrong. He let out a loud grunt, which made a wave of excitement go through my stomach. But I pretended I didn't even notice it. His next three attempts resulted in very very small flames similar to the first. Defeated he glares frustrated down at his palms “what is happening”. Aang rubbed his head, trying to comfort Zuko “maybe it's the altitude”.I left my safe spot to move my way to them “Or maybe you can't firebend anymore, which is like the only reason we took you in”. Zuko’s burning eyes just lit my amusement more “oh oh! i call dibs on Zuko’s room when we throw him out”. Aang stretches his smaller hand out to stop me from upsetting anybody further. Zuko scrowls as he turns his back at me with clearly better self control than I thought he had. Time passes and Zuko keeps pushing himself with no improvement. Aang was sitting beside me on a broken pillar as we watched Zuko deliver a pointless blast after another. “that one kind of felt hot”, Aang bursted out as he got on his feet. I snickered at his comment, as I swung my legs against the pillar. But Zuko got angry, angrier than he had ever become after any of my comments. “Don't patronize me! You know what it’s supposed to look like!”. He was right, I had seen many fire benders but no one was as worthless as Zuko at the moment. “He didn't need to patronize you, you do that very well on your own”. Zuko aimed a flame at me that was even worse than his previous ones “Shut up!”. Aang held up his hands in defense “ Sorry, Sifu Hotman”. I bursted out laughing so hard it hurt the depths of my stomach.  Zuko raises his arms above his head and throws them back with a shout of frustration. Aang gringes at his sudden outburst. “And stop calling me that!”, Zuko yells which makes me laugh possibly even harder.

Night creeps up on us as everyone is getting settled for dinner. Even Appa has a mouthful of hay as he rests next to the fountain. Everyone is busy calming their rouring stomachs, everyone except Zuko. He’s leaning on a column with his arms crossed, looking down the cracked ground under him. He looks deep in thought with his wrinkled forehead, but no one seems to notice. No one except me of course. Suddenly he turns his head to the campfire as he makes his way over to where we’re sitting. “Listen everybody, I've got some pretty bad news. I've lost my stuff”, He looks below dejectedly. Toph, used to being accused of stealing by now, raises her hands above her head. “Don't look at me!”, she folded her arms “i didn't touch your stuff”. I giggle at her outburst and enjoy the view of Zuko’s ashamed face. He looks down again “I'm talking about my firebending. It's gone”. I cross my arms and throw my legs up on a pillar “as if you even had it in the first place”. Everybody around the fireplace sits up, different emotions painted on their faces. Sokka is the only one giving me a reaction as he pretends to fire bends with an annoyed face like Zuko had been doing the entire day. It brought a quiet shaking laugh from me. But my laugh quieted down as a clearer brighter laughter took place. Katara had her head bent backwards as her body shook from the laugh. Was Katara… mocking Zuko. It was the only time Katara had done anything remotely funny, but it still deep down struck a nerve that she was making fun of  him. It was my job. But I couldn't possibly be petty over such a small pointless thing. Everyone had turned their attention towards her, including Zuko, who had an annoyed expression twisting his handsome face. She held her hands up, hiding her face “I'm sorry. I'm just laughing at the irony. You know, how it would've been nice for us if you lost your firebending a long time ago”. Zuko gringed “Well, it's not lost. It's just ... weaker for some reason”. Katara held up her bowl and glared at Zuko over the brim “Maybe you're not as good as you think you are”. Both me and Toph, alike as we are, Made a hissing noise at the same time and met each other's eyes “ouch”.  Zuko ignored Toph's sarcastic smile as he brightened up with an idea “I bet it's because I changed sides”. Katara gave him another glare as she brought the bowl to her lips “That's ridiculous”. It was the first time I had seen Aang disagree with Katara “I don't know. Maybe it isn't. Maybe your firebending comes from rage and you just don't have enough anger to fuel it the way you used to”.

“Zuko has not been angry? then what have i been doing all day”, i smirked over at Sokka who returned the facial expression. He leans towards zuko and points a finger above “Easy enough”. He pokes Zuko with his shining swords hilt in the head and waist several times. Toph and I cling onto each other to not fall over from laughing. Zuko growles behind closed teeth “okay cut it out!”. Sokka's sword slips from his hands and is thrown above before falling on his head. Zuko sighs and rubs his nose “look, even if you're right. I don't want to rely on hate and anger anymore. There has to be another way”.

Sokka rubs his head in pain from the burst with the sword but no one seems to pay him any care. Toph takes a big bite from her food “You're gonna need to learn to draw your firebending from a different source. I recommend the original source”.I furrowed my eyebrows “I thought that fire bending's original source was pain, rage and suffering”. I didn't miss the way Zuko pursed his lips and looked down in something similar to shame. Sokka seemed to forget his head injury as he excitedly looked up “How's he supposed to do that? By jumping into a volcano?”.Toph shook her head and wiggles her feet “No. Zuko needs to go back to whatever the original source of firebending is”. Sokka's dreams of Zuko diving into a volcano is crushed “So, is it jumping into a volcano?”.

“I don't know”,  Toph puts her bowl down beside her “For earthbending, the original benders were badgermoles''. I remembered the many times Toph had brought me to the tunnels and showed me where she met the Badgermoles. That seemed like forever ago.  “Isn't the original fire benders Dragons? Where the fuck are we going to find a dragon just chilling?”, I looked up at Zuko who sighed deeply. “we are not going to, Dragons are extinct”. Aang shook his head “What do you mean‌? Roku had a dragon, and there were plenty of dragons when I was a kid”. Zuko's face twists up, as if he knows something we don't. “Well, they aren't around anymore, okay?”. I feel bad for Aang because he yelps at Zuko's harsh tone. “Okay, okay!”,he moved his arms in an appeasing manner “I'm sorry”. Zuko moves on his long slender legs to the fountain. “But maybe there's another way”, he looks away in deep thought “The first people to learn from the dragon were the ancient Sun warriors”.Aang who always seemed to think he knew the most since he was technically 100 years older than the rest walks towards Zuko. “Sun warriors? Well I know they weren't around when i was a kid”, Aang stood beside Zuko now. “No, they died off thousands of years ago. But their civilization wasn't too far from where we are now”, Zuko  tilts his head toward Aang “Maybe we can learn something by poking around their ruins''. Sokka mirrors my suspicions “So what? Maybe you'll pick up some super old sun warrior energy just by standing where they stood a thousand years ago?”. He backs up his question by flaring his hands around in a weird motion which makes me hit my forehead with my hand. Zuko shifted his weight forward. “More or less. Either I find a new way to firebend '', he turns his head towards Aang ”or the Avatar has to find a new teacher”.

When Zuko left with the Avatar, the temple seemed to become much more quiet. Haru, the Duke and Teo were on yet another exploration mission. Katara was worrying for Aang, while she cooked the same meal we had been eating for days. Toph, Sokka and I laid spread out, floating over the water in the fountain. The heat had been getting worse and it was the only way to cool down. Sokka threw a worried look at her sister.“What do you think Sifu hotman and smaller bald Kyoshi is doing right now?”, I asked as I sat up in the fountain. My soaked hair was dripping down my back. Sokka smiled half way “Zuko is probably pissed because his worthless Sun warrior plan is not working out and Aang is probably playing peacemaker and trying to calm him down”.  Toph smirked and splashed some water with her feet. Katara sneered at us and I wondered if it was because she didn't like that we were talking about Aang or if she was jealous that we were bonding better then she had done with any of us. I was guessing on the latter. “If you could have any original animal from any bend type, which one would you have?”, Sokka asked to change the conversation subject. Toph didn't even need to think  for a second “obviously the badgermoles”. Sokka looked offended “really? You would pick a blind disgusting rat over a flying bison?”. I inhaled dramatically “Blind disgusting rat?! That's my best friend you're talking about!”. Sokka burst out in laughter and Toph rolled her eyes ironically “ha ha ha”.  I looked forward, deep in thought “I hate the fire nation but honestly the dragon is the most badass”. Sokka lifted an eyebrow surprised “they're extinct, remember?”. Katara moved a spoon through the home made meal as she mumbled “i wish that the entire fire nation was extinct”. We all fell silent, like we mostly did everytime Katara opened her mouth. I thought about how different my life would have been if the fire nation didn't exist. I would still have my mom. I would have grown up with a present and loving father. If my mom had gotten good care while giving birth, instead of hiding in a barn from the fire nation, she wouldn't have died in childbirth. And if my mom hadn't died, my dad wouldn't have blamed me for her death. He wouldn't have been slaughtered by the fire nation when they invaded my home years later on the look for something we didn't even have. But I would never have met Toph. I would never have gotten so good at earth bending. I wouldn't have met the avatar gang. But I still closed my eyes and imagined a world without the fire nation for just another second.

by the look of Aangs and Zuos excited faces when they returned, I guessed it was a successful mission. I can't help but feel relieved that they're okay, and to my surprise I'm relieved for both of them. A sense of calm fills me when I see that they're BOTH unharmed, but I would never admit that to anybody. They're quick to get into positions to start demonstrating what the sun warriors taught them. They moved gracefully, every motion mirrored between them as yin and yan. Fire licked the sides of their bodys without hurting them, as if the fire and their bodies were one. I had grown up with the view of fire as a plot of destruction, a tool for suffering and power play. But now, in the upside-down pagodas in the Western Air Temple, the fire looked nothing like that. It wasn't violent. It was beautiful, I could see shades of blue and green. I could see all the colors of the rainbow within the flames, similar to the reflection of water. Or the sharpened glass in the depths of the earth. Or how air bent sunlight on a hot day. I could see all elements moving from the palms of their hands in the shape of combustions of flames. Deep deep down within my bones I could feel a yearn for the fighting of flames. A longing for the feel of the heat against my hands, that I quickly pushed down. Fire was dangerous, it was not beautiful. It was difficult to convince myself when I left the hole of lament in my heart. The rest of the avatar gang interrupted my thoughts with applause as the two got into their final postures. “Yeah, that's a great dance you two learned there”, Sokka bursted out playfully. Normally i would join him with a remark myself but i wasn't in the mood. My feelings were conflicted and I couldn't focus on anything else. Zuko seemed offended. “It's not a dance. It's a firebending form”. Sokka moves his fingers in a dancing manner “We’ll just tap-dance our way to victory over the Fire Lord”.

Zuko makes his way over to Sokka with a threatening glimpse in his eyes “It's a sacred form that happens to be a thousand years old!”. Katara crosses her arms “Oh yeah? What is your little form called?”. Zuko's eyes met the ground embarrassed “The dancing Dragon”. The gang erupted in loud laughter as Zujo gringes in embarrassment. I stand quiet, not paying attention to how Zuko turns to me. “You haven't said any mocking remark about our form”, he bent down to my level to try to catch my attention. “You mean your dance?”I ask and raise an eyebrow. He mimics my expression “Really? is that it?”. I didn't even catch his bait as I waved him away “I'm not in the mood”. As I moved away I felt Zuko's burning eyes on the plate of my back. “Since when is she not in the mood”, Zuko mumbled to himself, confused. I was busy thinking about how I had longed to touch fire. The thing that destroyed my life.

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[phantomphangphucker]

Ectober Day 26: Aim - Would You Like Some Bullets With That, Sir?

Vlad would absolutely have a few people who want him extra dead and maybe one or two actually willing to try. Too bad that doesn’t really work when the guy’s already half-dead. In fact, it does pretty well nothing other than provide mild amusement. Danny gets more of a kick out of it than the billionaire does though.

Danny and Vlad were having a decent walk and talk, a decent bonding experience. Surprising, he knows. But one of the key words there was ‘were’, because of course him and Vlad can’t be getting along without pissing off the universe.

Danny had been pointing the straw of his green tea matcha Frappuccino, with more than a couple espresso shots mixed in, at Vlad; trying to explain the nuances of food-related puns, because if he’s going to influence one thing it’s going to be Vlad’s tendency to use foods as swears. Vlad wasn’t exactly being receptive but hey, neither was Danny on the whole ‘etiquette’ lessons the man was trying to give him. But all that got interrupted when a big ass stereotypical white van pulled up with a screech and the doors slide open to a dude with a fucking machine gun. Well fine, handheld Gatling gun is more accurate but sounds a little less cool; besides it’s still technically a machine gun. Which is, in Danny’s opinion, massive fucking overkill. Vlad would be inclined to agree.

Needless to say, they get shot. A lot. Repeatedly. It’s very loud.

All the bystanders around physically pause, stunned a bit stupid that this was happening in Amity of all places not to mention rather desensitised to violence; regardless everyone starts booking it because, y’ know, big ass gun. Vlad actually crouches and moves to cover his head while flashing angry red eyes, he’s dealt with a fair few assassination attempts but in broad daylight? Really? He’ll give them a few points for having the guts. Danny meanwhile, is way too used to getting shot at to even react beyond just standing there at first, before glancing at his cup -which is draining all its contents through the holes onto the road- and grumbling a bit. The gun man stops when Danny bends over and starts laughing though. Even Vlad gives Danny some concerned looks as Danny waves the gun guy off with one hand on his knees, “sorry! It’s- it’s just! Just that! No ones ever-ever shot me! Shot me with a real- real gun!”. Danny sits on the ground and continues laughing while effectively bleeding out of multiple holes as flesh starts moving to slowly repair itself; which clearly the men have noticed and are scared shitless by, as both he and Vlad can feel, see, and smell the fear coming off the truck.

Vlad huffs, stands himself upright and goes about brushing off and inspecting his suit. Huffing again and turning to the van, crossing his arms, “I do believe you owe me a new suit, young man”. Someone inside the vehicle chokes. Danny thinks that’s a pretty reasonable reaction here. But there’s literally zero fucking point of them acting human here, because fuck they were both riddled with bullet holes and their blood was very literally splattered around the ground. Might as well scare these assholes a little.

Hence why Danny sticks a finger in one of the larger holes due to multiple bullets going through the same general area and giggles, “huh, that tickles”, and grins meanly at the driver who looks absolutely disturbed and too far into shock to try driving away yet. Though thinking of it, Vlad might actually try to kill them; tit for tat was absolutely Vlad’s primary go-to in any situation. Hence their arguably insanely prank wars. So Danny stands up and promptly launches himself inside the vehicle, knocking over the man with the bloody machine gun -seriously, how is that not overkill- and landing with his feet on the guys chest. Danny’s pretty sure the guy wet himself. Which, ew, but understandable.

“Okay I’m feeling nice because this is absurdly hilarious and would qualify as some ridiculous ass overkill for normal folks. Kinda pointless against immortals though, dontcha think?”, turning his head to look at Vlad -who’s quirking a single well-groomed eyebrow while his eye goes about repairing itself- through the door, “what do ya think?”.

Vlad walks over calmly and humming, “well I’ll give them points for accuracy, they hardly damaged the surroundings at all. Which I find I can appreciated since that avoids me having to make yet another dip into the damages funds. And I’ll be generous and give another point for dramatics; board daylight, middle of the city, biggest high-powered rapid-fire weapon anyone’s ever aimed at me, the sudden loud noise. Why I’m almost impressed. But I do find the overall end result to be rather lacking”. Vlad kicks one of the front tires hard enough to puncture it while the driver starts scrambling and fumbling to attempt at driving off. The psssssh sound the tire makes actively increases the smell of fear filling the van. Understandable, these guys had effectively just lost their getaway vehicle.

Danny chuckles, “aww, looks like someone’s not going anywhere anytime fast”, Danny grins meanly and flashes his green eyes. The guy passes out. “Ah damn, he passed out”, shrugging, “eh, hopefully he’ll think this was just some bad dream”.

Vlad hums as he climbs in, ecto-beaming another guy in the head to knock him out. Huh, guess Vlad’s really truly genuinely chilled out some in the evil villain department. “Yes that would be preferred, Daniel. I take it Phantom will be delivering these men to the jailhouse after having shielded the mayor and a young boy at the last second”.

Danny snorts as he gets off the gunman and kicks the driver in the head; the guys head bouncing off the steering wheel and obviously knocking him the Hell out. “Obviously. And hey, why not say Phantom healed any injuries to boot. Not like anyone’s sure about the power set of that spooky bastard”, and smirks. Talking about himself like a different person was arguably not necessary right now, no one was around after all, but hey it was kinda funny.

Vlad nods, riffles through the mens’ pockets and pockets all their cash. Which Danny rolls his eyes at, “old bank robber habits die hard?”. Vlad rolls his eyes, “hardly. This is simply to repay me for the damages. This was a nice suit I’ll have you know”. Which Danny rolls his eyes right back at him over while Vlad hops out of the vehicle, looks around, readjusts the remaining scraps of his suit, and saunters off; grabbing a surprisingly intact handkerchief from a definitely not intact pocket and starts dabbing blood off his face, hair, and hands. Danny’s not going to question why the man doesn’t just phase it off or reabsorb it into his body again.

Danny closes the vehicle doors purely to attempt at not transforming directly in open view in the middle of the street. Grabbing up the three guys before pausing and deciding eh why not and telekinetically floating the freaking machine gun onto his back and making that invisible. Flying off through the vehicle's roof.

-

Danny unceremoniously drops the men on the jailhouse floor, “gotcha a present. They tried to unload, like, a bazillion bullets into the dear ol’ mayor”.

Officer Jay sighs, “we were getting some calls about a shooting? But with regular guns”, motioning a few other cops to drag the guys away.

Danny chuckles and nods, “try machine gun”, the cop almost chokes while Danny continues, “not that that is particularly effective on intangibility”.

The cop looks him over, obviously noticing the healing bullet wounds here and there. Healing however many bullet holes takes time you know! “Obviously you weren’t quite fast enough”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, blowing a bunch of holes in a ghost doesn’t really do much other than make a mess. Mayors cool though”.

“That’s... good”, Jay shakes his head, “well, we’ll take care of these guys and I doubt they legally had a machine gun. You didn’t just leave that out in the street did you?”. Danny waves the guy off nonchalantly, “Fenton was there too, took it as his plundered booty”, he makes a point to make that last bit sound pirate-like. The cop sighs and rubs his temples, “so there’s a seventeen-year-old running around with a machine gun”.

“Yup”, absolutely popping the ‘p’.

Danny easily hears the guy mutter, “somedays I would really like to quit”, before looking back to him, “well that family has every weapon license known to man, so I’m not even going to bother. Have a good day and a fulfilling afterlife”. Danny salutes with a cheeky grin before phasing up through the roof.

-

Sam and Tucker don’t so much as blink from Danny suddenly appearing from around a corner and barging in-between the two of them, “hey guys, some guys left me a little present”

Both give a mildly interested and slightly worried, “oh?”. Which is fair, Danny has described getting a taser stuck in his leg as ‘a present’ before.

He grins a bit psychotically, makes the gun visible, and whips it around to be holding it in his hands, “a machine gun!”.

Sam slows her pace slightly, just enough to no longer have a freaking mini-gun pointed at her stomach, “that’s nice Danny”. While Tucker looks much more excited, “Holy frick that’s awesome. Where’d that come from though?”.

Sam sighs, “or more specifically how and why. Ghosts don’t exactly use human weapons and ‘some guys’ is vague as shit”.

Danny chuckles, because that who ordeal was still stupid funny. “Curtsy of one poorly informed assignation attempt in dear ol’ uncie Vlad”.

Tucker blinks, “wait, someone actually tried to assassinate him”, then pauses, “wait no, of course someone tried to assassinate Vlad. He’s Vlad”. Making all three chuckle while Danny fiddles with the massive ass barrel.

All three grin viciously when they spot Dash and co. across the street. Danny deciding to yell, “hey Dash!”, and easily tilting the machine gun up due to, y’ know, super strength, and fires off a bunch of bullets into the air; extending his intangibility to the bullets of course so that they don’t actually hit anything and forming some ectoplasm ‘round his friends' ears so he doesn’t, like, blow out their eardrums or some shit.

Dash stares at him a little bug-eyed before scowling, sticking his arms out to the side, and shouting back, “I haven’t bullied you in a year! Why you still giving me vague ass death threats!”.

Danny cackles, aims the gun to shoot the sign over the assholes head, and riddles it with bullets, “it’s payback bitch!”. Sure Danny would never have done that if he wasn’t absolutely certain his aim was so fucking flawless that there was zero chance of him hitting anything other than what exactly he wanted to. And sure, maybe he swirled some invisible ectoplasm around the bullet trajectory too but no one needs to know that. Dash predictably staggers back, flips him off, and books it down the road.

Danny lowers the gun with a chuckle, “that was fun. So worth getting shot a few times”. Sam blinks at him and looks more than a little not impressed, “you actually got shot, Danny”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “what, in any world, would make you think I didn’t get shot”. Sam just huffs, obviously having no argument for that. Because yeah, Danny always got shot or stabbed or electrocuted or set on fire or a lot of other things.

Tucker shakes his head, “and yet you look totally fine”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “Tuck, what can a regular ol’ bullet do to me”. That gets both his friends to blink and give him disbelieving, “wait, they weren’t even ecto-bullets”. Tucker shaking his head with a laugh at Danny’s nod, “wow, whoever really did, like, zero research”.

“I know right. We scared them real good though”.

Tucker laughs a bit more, “never before have I actually wished to be at a shooting”, shrugging, “first for everything”.

“Amen to that”, Danny emphasises that statement by smacking the gun.

End.

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[jojoimaginestories]

Thank you (Giorno Giovanna)

Thank you

Paring: Giorno Giovanna x Fem! Reader Words: 1699 Warning: Mild Language, Fluff, Protective!Abbacchio a bit, Bruno wants to play matchmaker, kind!Reader, a little bit dark but not EXTREMELY dark Requested By: None

**Gif not mine**

Some people would describe you as a broken soul. You were between this existence and the land of the dead. Some would say you had lost your will to live and were just trying to find someone who would give you that one shred of love you ask for. Some have just assumed you were extra baggage no one claimed. You were nothing, in their terms. Others, however, described you as something differently.

You did things for the kindness of others. They explained that you haven’t found your path and were a bit misguided by others. You were tossed on a beaten path and came out scarred. Well, they weren’t long. Life itself was scarring. It gave people wounds deep within, things that needed to be buried up and held inside.

Despite you being in your mid to late teens, your experience made people think you were in your late 20s. Wait until you tell them your age. Their jaws will drop in an instant. The first person whose jaw didn’t drop was your leader, Bruno Bucciarati.

Bucciarati had found you while you were young and easily influenced, but he knew really why you were the way you were. Years of neglect, searching for something to do, searching for a purpose. He was one of the men in your life that gave some meaning. The second, was Leone Abbacchio. Back in his cop days, he found you searching through a trash can trying to find food and he bought you something to eat. You were very thankful to him. The day you found out he wasn’t a cop anymore, you asked Bucciarati to find him and scout him. That day that Abbacchio joined, you were grateful. You had already met Fugo by that point, then came along Narancia and Mista. You had your own family, and had found a piece of something you had searched for.

The day Giorno Giovanna joined Passione, you felt that he had different intentions than the others. There was something about him that didn’t settle with you, but it couldn’t be that he was bad or anything. He was actually quite nice to you, in fact, he warmed up to you due to how close you both were age-wise. He opened up to you and Bucciarati more. Abbacchio had a thing against him, but the others were fine with him.

“Hey, Brat,” Abbacchio muttered towards you as you looked up to face him.

“Yeah Abba,” You asked innocently.

He ruffled your hair. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for a few days. It’ll just be you, Bruno, and the other brat,” He hummed. “If he does something to you, I’ll fuck him up, alright?”

You blinked. “…Do you mean Giorno?”

He grunted at the sound of his name. “Yeah. I mean him. If he does something, I’ll make him wish he was never born. Alright?”

You slowly nodded. “Don’t threaten him like he’s going to murder me. We’ll be fine, alright? You better come back,” You stood and puffed your cheeks towards him. “Last time, we couldn’t play cards and you promised we would.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be careful.” He ruffled your hair again before walking off.

You watched him and the others depart, wishing them luck and waving bye. You saw Bucciarati turn towards you and Giorno as he nodded.

“I have to go somewhere for a bit as well. I won’t be back until tomorrow, hold down here (Y/n),” He nodded to you, then nodded towards Giorno. “Make sure she doesn’t get in trouble. She does that often.”

“…Not often,” You puffed your cheeks out. “But sometimes…”

“Exactly,” He chuckled and left.

You grabbed your book that you were reading and returned to your sitting position on the couch, leaving Giorno where he stood.

“What’re you reading (Y/n),” Said boy appeared near you as he looked at the book in your hands.

You perked up. “This is a good book! It’s about a knight fighting for a princess against the whole kingdom because she’s betrothed to another. It’s so cheesy, but I like it!” You grinned and looked up at him. “What’re you gonna do, Giorno? You can practically do anything while they’re gone to keep yourself busy.”

He stood up straight. “I might just go on a walk. I’m a bit hungry actually.”

You stood up next to him. You weren’t that short compared to Giorno, but you still had to look up at him. “Then let’s go! I know a place that sells home cooked food~!”

You dragged him along and giggled. His cheeks were a bit flushed.

--

You two spent the day walking around the city. You admired a lot of things, mainly scenery and little snacks you two decided to eat on your adventure. What Giorno did was admire you. You see, ever since he met you, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to you. He thought there was something enchanting about you, something he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to say something to you, but knowing who was there to protect you, Abbacchio would be first to deliver a swift ass-kicking to Giorno for tainting you. Though, really, you were simply an innocent girl just trying to find her path. And he wanted to be there every step of the way when you would soon find your path one day.

“Look, it’s (Y/n),” You both heard. “She looks so happy for once, maybe someone finally wants her.”

“Oh, I doubt it. I heard she’s a prostitute. She sells her body because she can’t find anyone who would want to touch her.”

You froze at the voices. Your happy exterior vanished as your mind became hollow. It was typical to hear things like that at this point, but it didn’t stop your emotions from feeling something from it. Giorno saw your face and thought. He breathed. He cupped your cheeks and made you face him. He pecked your lips gently and pulled away.

“Don’t believe them,” He murmured. “You are the happiest girl I’ve ever seen. Even I know there’s something enchanting about you, and rumors won’t change that.”

Your hollowed eyes returned your emotions as you stared at Giorno’s fiery-green eyes. He pulled away and tugged on your hand.

“Let’s get you some gelato. I want your smile to return.”

You stared at him as the two of you walked. You moved towards him and wrapped your arms around one of his. You stared at him in awe.

“Why’d you just kiss me,” You mumbled.

He blinked as his face got red. He looked away from you and rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I… I just wanted to, okay? Don’t think so much into it,” He murmured.

Your eyes glowed. “Do you like me, Giorno?”

“Of course, I do. Everyone in Passione does.”

“But do you LIKE me? As in, are you in love with me?” You smiled. “Do you?”

“…I may…”

You giggled. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Then I’m in love with you too~!”

He looked at you. “Won’t the others hurt me for confessing my feelings for you?”

You shook your head. “No, just Abbacchio, but if I explained how you defended me, he’ll just reprimand you. I’m pretty sure Bucciarati had nothing planned and wanted us to be by ourselves.”

Giorno blinked in realization that the way Bruno left was a bit too sudden for his liking. “Huh… do you think that clearly?”

“I study people for a living, Giorno,” You winked. “It’s my job to.”

His cheeks flushed a bit as he smiled. “You should tell me more about it.”

“I will when you buy me gelato first~! That way, we can properly enjoy this date.”

--

By the time the others returned, they saw Giorno leaned against you as you were reading. You looked up and waved.

“Did you two fight while were gone? You both look tuckered out,” Mista chuckled.

“Aw, we missed the fun,” Narancia pouted.

“We didn’t fight,” You sighed. “You think so lowly of us,” You pouted.

Abbacchio’s eyes darted between you and Giorno. He glared at him. “Oi, brat, get off of (Y/n),” He muttered and almost kicked him.

You gasped. “Hey, don’t mess with my boyfriend,” You muttered.

They all gave you a shocked expression as Bruno sipped his cappuccino in a recliner. “I told you all leaving them alone was good,” He hummed. “Give me by bets now,” He held his hands up.

Fugo grunted. “You staged it, you know that,” He asked.

“It was just convenient.”

Fugo turned towards you. “Was this forced,” He asked. “I know you rush into things quickly, (Y/n).”

“No, this wasn’t force,” You waved dismissively. “I’m full of genuine feelings. Now seriously, he’s napping Abba, if you kick him, I will kick you.”

“She won’t hesitate either,” Narancia laughed. “She did that once and your headphones almost broke!”

“It was almost scary,” Mista shivered. “That’s why I stay on her good side.” He walked off.

Abbacchio still glared at Giorno. You leaned forward a bit and looked into his eyes. “He saved me from these women calling me out on the street, you know? One called me a prostitute and said that no one loves me. He reminded me that I am loved.” You smiled. “So be nice to him.”

He huffed. “Alright, fine, I won’t kick his ass. But he better watch himself,” He muttered and walked off. “I need a bottle of wine.”

“Thank you Abba!”

Giorno woke up from his nap as he looked up at you. “Why did I hear voices,” He asked quietly.

“The others got back. Bucciarati is now richer, Abba was a bit pissed but he won’t hurt you, Mista and the others are cool with it, and I’m pretty sure Fugo is going to punish Narancia with math. You didn’t miss much,” You winked.

“Huh. You did say that Abbacchio wouldn’t hurt me but reprimand me.”

You nodded sharply. “I’m a smart cookie! He’s just telling you to watch yourself.”

He chuckled. “You’re lively aren’t you? You’re certainly not hollow.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit as you stared at him. You smiled softly. “Thank you, Giorno.”

#jojo’s bizarre adventure golden wind #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna fanfic #giorno giovanna imagine #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x reader

[zillyeh]

The Worst Kind of Found Family (part 1)

Word count: 1381

Content warning: Voss is in this

Synopsis: After returning from a long, long time away from Delhon City, Salvad makes... an acquaintance. Or two.

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    Returning to the city after so long was… almost bizarre. Louder in ways, quieter in others. Salvad’s old hive had been in a state of mild disrepair when he returned, but Tiger had no qualms with finding a dusty corner to make her nest. The cats… Had slightly more difficult a time adjusting, but he was sure they’d be fine eventually. Maybe after he’d cleaned any. 

    The cops had just… left the scene of his kidnapping as it was, which he was thankfully unconscious throughout. It felt like just another mess to fix. And dust, looking at the inches that had accumulated while he was away.

   Starting with himself had been a better choice, though. Showered, clean shaven, but needing a haircut badly was much better. Though, he wasn’t sure if he didn’t like the way his hair hung around his shoulders… how his curls framed his face. He had been pondering that in the mirror when his doorbell rang, scaring the absolute shit out of him. Eclair bolted for the door when she heard it, zooming across his hive like mad.

   “I’m coming!” He called when it went off again, glad he’d been able to at least get dressed. He felt a creeping anxiety about who was at his door as he crossed his living room. He didn’t really have any friends. Not that he thought would catch up with him, anyway…

   The troll at his door was about his height, give or take an inch or two. Teal and scarred to all hell, but handsome nonetheless. He stood with his hands on his hips, a relaxed smile touching his green rimmed orange sclera. His odd eyes lit up when Salvad opened the door in a way that made him… uncomfortable, to say the least.

   “Hiya!” He said pleasantly, “Salvad Aarika, right?”

   “...Correct.” Sal said hesitantly, keeping the door partially closed. He didn't quite strike him as cop… But… Close. 

   “Oh good.” The freckled tealblood said with a clap. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

   “Is that someone… you?” The urge to slam the door was strong, yet still too rude for Sal to cope with doing. Though the cats were trying to get past him... “If this is about my… incident a few months ago I’m not-”

   “Oh, no, no no no, no. Well, kind of, but-” Sal slowly started to close the door anyway, but was met with one of the teal’s fancy oxfords between it and the frame.

   “Hold on now, let me finish, my god.” He insisted, keeping his foot there. “I’m here to deliver a message and that’s it, but I figured it’d be nicer to say hi to the younger Mr. Aarika.” He slipped a letter in the gap of the door between two fingers. Sal was almost immediately overwhelmed by the flowery… painfully familiar scent of it. That was… Hameil’s favorite… 

   “I can’t go unless you take this, kid.” The tealblood insisted, wiggling it in Salvad’s face. 

   “Ugh.” Salvad snatched the gold and yellow envelope from his hand, greedier than he thought he would be to smell that cologne again. He turned the letter over in his hand, his own name elegantly scripted across the front and a wax seal with… his own symbol? holding the back closed. 

   “Who the hell are you, anyway?" Sal demanded, wrenching the door back open some. 

   “That’s in there too.” He said, taking a decent step back with his hands up. “Impatience really gets you nowhere, but given the circumstances I’ll introduce myself. Name’s Voss.” 

   “Voss.” Salvad repeated, flipping open the envelope to find a heavy, gold inlaid card inside, with that same loopy handwriting and golden pen.

   “Voschi.” Voss grinned, gesturing to himself. “Voschi Horjan at your service. Well, not yours, but you know.”

   Salvad stopped listening after Horjan, pulling the small, one sided card out. The only writing was on the front, but there was a perfume company logo on the back that Sal immediately recognized. 

Dearest Salvad,     First, my deepest, most sincere condolences for all you’ve lost so many months ago. I had intended to send this the night I’d heard, but you had already left by the time I’d had anything of value penned.    Second, I do hope this doesn’t catch you at a bad time. I’ve instructed Voschi to be delicate, as I am unsure how you shall receive this. If you would be so inclined, I would like to meet you out at one of my establishments tomorrow. 10 o’ clock. I do believe we have much to discuss, more than I could begin to describe on such a small canvas.       Do send darling Voss home with a response. I’ve included the name and address of my favorite café in the envelope as well. It's a bit of a ride from where you live, but I hope you’ll indulge me just this once, sweetheart.

All my love,

                       Amillo Aarika

   Salvad looked to Voss for some explanation other than the one he was thinking of.

   “You have got to be kidding me.”

   “Do I look the joking type, Mr. Aarika?” Voss asked, his lopsided grin not exactly giving off a jesterly energy.

    “You certainly aren’t “delicate,” Mr. Horjan.” Salvad scoffed, tucking the card back in the envelope. Voss snorted.

    “Voss, I beg of you.” He said. “Got an answer? I’m not allowed to leave til I get one.”

   “Not allowed..?” Sal looked between him and the letter, stepping fully outside so the desperate cats behind him didn’t escape. Voss nodded.

   “Mr. S- er, A’s orders, y’see. The old man’s dying to meet you for reasons I hope you can guess.”

    That was all but a confirmation to Salvad’s creeping feeling. That- He couldn’t have an ancestor, could he? That felt too… high blooded, for him. And if he was still alive… that probably meant…

   “This isn’t some elaborate prank, is it?” Salvad had just been in the middle of a… scandal felt wrong, but that had to have been how papers reported on it. Two highbloods dead and he's the only one who walked away? Anyone could be trying to do anything. 

   “He’ll be happy to know you’re cautious, at least.” Voss said with a sigh. He yanked his shirt up and out of his pants, pulling down his waistband enough for Salvad to see far too much of his lower hip. On which sat the overly familiar curve of his symbol. Stylized, of course, and intwined with the one Voss wore on his shirt pocket.

   “I ain’t get this for you, big boy.” He said, readjusting his clothes once Sal abashedly looked away.

   “Prove it.” Salvad huffed. What a way to attempt to prove himself truthful. Still...

   “Oh that one’s up to you, kiddo. Mr. Aarika ain’t opposed to a hive call either, but he figured here might not be the bestest of places, y’know? Answer? Place has drinks, ah, suited to your new tastes.”

    Salvad let out a long, exasperated sigh. What the fuck was happening? He slid the address out of his envelope. Hm… that was pretty far- almost the other side of the city- but it was a very public, busy street, if he remembered correctly. Who’s to say he’d make it there, though? This Voss character could be a stalker. Or a serial killer. Both. But… Did Salvad have anything to lose? Certainly not now. He’d come home, but what was even here for him anymore? The cats? Tiger? They’d sort out their food chain without him.

    Maybe Amillo could offer some… direction, if he was real. 

    “Whatever. Fine, I’ll be there.”

    “Great!” Voss said with another clap. “And, before I take my leave, might I just say the resemblance is absolutely stunning? I really couldn’t believe it when I saw your-” Voss very suddenly stood straighter, eyes rapidly blinking for a good five seconds before his posture relaxed again.

    “Uh, what was I saying?” He asked a little confused, a touch of bloodshot blue right around his eyes. He sniffed and wiped at his nose, shaking his marred head a bit. “Oh, right, Mr. Aarika will be thrilled to see you. Pleasure, Salvad.” Voss beamed at him one more time, clumsily skipping off the few steps up to Sal’s door.

    Maybe showing up tomorrow was going to be a bad idea...

#Zilly drabbles #TWKOFF #Salvad tag #Voschi tag #Salvad Aarika #Voschi Horjan #i think the doc is better viewing anyway just bc of the font change during the One Part tbh #my favorite activity is never posting coming on with art and disappearing again

[rahleeyah]

So what is the fucking ridiculous ott svu fic idea you've been kicking around in your head for two weeks????

Lmao ok well you asked for it but let me reiterate: it is way ott and I would never write it. But here we go.

Under a cut bc this got long lol

Set somewhere around s17. Dodds, Amanda, Carisi, Liv is a lieutenant, she hasn't shacked up with Tucker yet. They catch a case. Dead woman in a warehouse.

And Warner comes in to see Liv. Says they ran the dna from the blood they found and when they didn't get any hits they expanded the search to include familial matches, the way they sometimes do. And Warner asks to see Liv alone. Says some news is best delivered in private. The team watches through the glass while they talk, curious.

Warner leaves, and Liv comes out with the folder she gave her. Calls the team around and explains that there's blood from two women, the dead woman and an unknown second victim. Explains that when Warner ran the search for familial matches she got a hit.

"this man," she says, and slaps a photo on the murder board, "Simon Marsden."

And Fin is immediately like oh shit. "Hey, lieutenant, you want me to take it from here?" Trying to give Liv an out. The squad is now really curious, bc Liv is clearly upset and Fin clearly knows why, but they don't.

But Liv shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and explains. Explains why Simon's DNA is in the system. Explains that based on the lab's analysis, their missing victim probably has the same father.

"ok so we track down Marsden's parents" one of them suggests.

Liv is now in like physical pain.

"can't. His parents died years ago. And besides, as far as they were aware his father Joe only had one daughter.

"ok so we find her."

Liv takes a deep breath.

"it's me. Simon Marsden and I have the same father."

And she explains the whole thing. What happened to her mother, how she found Simon, that Joe knew about her, kept tabs on her, even told his wife that he had a daughter. And the squad is silent as they listen, as all these layers get pulled back and they catch a glimpse of a side of Liv they've never seen before. Well, none of them but Fin, who knows all this already.

Liv explains given what she knows about Joe, and given the fact he kept up with Liv, this missing woman, whoever she is, was probably born the same way Liv was, but maybe her mother gave her up for adoption. They can't go digging through court records, but they have her blood type, an approximate age, and they can check missing persons for a woman matching that description.

And they get a hit. A high school guidance counselor, about the same age as Liv, with the same dark hair and dark eyes, with the same blood type.

The rest of this is and cut and pasted from messages to @featherpluckn so it's a little disjointed I beg forgiveness.

Liv knows she can't investigate this further, had to leave it to her team. They find her sister but not the guy. She wants to go see her sister (even if she's unconscious) and she needs to let the team work it without interference. She puts out a call asking for someone to step in the run her squad while she takes a few days.

Elliot answers. In this verse he's been back with nypd and been promoted but they still haven't seen each other in years.

Liv goes to the hospital. Her sister is awake. She wasn't assaulted; the guy mostly kept her drugged. But the few times she was conscious he told her he was waiting for Olivia. So she's naturally a little freaked out, both by what happened and the fact that Olivia is here, and a perfectly nice police officer. What the fuck let's say there's some connection to Lewis. Obvi it isn't him bc he dead but let's say it looks like his work and so Liv understands that the guy's plan was to find her and make her watch. She's now terrified for Noah, works with Elliot to get him somewhere safe. Elliot brings him into the station.

She gets to know her sister. Laura's adoption was closed so she has no idea how she came into the world and Liv is reluctant to tell her. This woman is kind and shockingly upbeat and just so normal. Olivia doesn't wanna ruin that.

But word is getting out. There's a parade of faces, cops, lawyers, old friends, coming to check on Liv, coming to check on her sister. Sister is sort of impressed; the story her new sister has told her is horrific but there are all these people, so many people, eager to love her.

Sister overhears fractured conversations with Elliot and goes 👀👀👀

Brian Cassidy comes by, let's say, cause he heard it was connected to Lewis and not only was he dating Liv when it happened he's the one who put her back together after, stayed with her through all that trauma and growth, moved in with her, loved her through it, and he knows what it means to her and he has to see her.

And then!!! It's over!!! And they get to be a happy family!! And sister is inducted into this world full of people who love Olivia, and love her sister by extension, and there's a real sweet moment near the end where Olivia gets to the station late at night and she goes into the cribs and finds Elliot and Noah snuggled up and Noah is fast asleep and Elliot holds out his hand and Liv comes and squeezes into the tiny bunk with them and they all sleep together.

Laura's psychology degree is screaming at her that something is going on with Olivia. At first she doesn't know Liv is her sister. Liv explains that she's a police officer, and that they think Liv is involved bc the man who took Laura, he hurt the dead woman in a very specific way. A way Liv herself got hurt. Cassidy turns up (Laura's husband is out of town on business) and he's cracking jokes and being dumb in that way he has that's meant to put people at ease. He gets them somr macaroni and cheese from the cafeteria. Laura likes him and she sees the intense way they are with each other. But then she hears the phone calls with Elliot. Elliot turns up the next day while Liv and Noah are in with Laura. Liv is sitting down. Elliot is explaining to Laura that they caught the guy and she doesn't have to worry but she's watching his hand settle heavily on the back of Liv's neck.

Fully for my own benefit we'd do a thing where Liv knows it's not really kosher for her to be talking to a witness so she has to record their conversation. And take her calls on speaker. So when she has to talk to Elliot - about Noah, about how they think it has to be something to do with Lewis, Laura hears the whole thing.

I just. It's so OTT but it's fun for me right now lmao Liv not quite going to pieces but doing that thing where she's just holding back tears and speaking in that shaky whisper as she explains things and Laura realizes how much grief she's been thru. Laura, being a well adjusted soul who didn't actually *see* anything happen and who understands that this is just a really horrible one off and that she's gonna be ok long term, being more focused on Liv, on her damage and her strength, than what happened to Laura herself.

HER SWEET SISTER. Who is married and has two college age daughters. They come over to Liv's, after, and it's a nice apartment and Noah is sweet and they're having a nice time. Then there's a knock on the door. It's Fin. Then another. Amanda this time. Then they all come pouring in, Cassidy and Elliot and Carisi and Dodds and Barba, all these people who independently decided to check on Liv and now it's an impromptu party. Cassidy walks up to Laura's husband "hey how bout those Mets" and he's relieved to have a normal conversation. Elliot is in the floor playing with Noah. They order food. Laura turns to Liv and smiles and says "you have a beautiful family, Olivia."

#anonymous #e.o #e.o thoughts

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 192

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    Holding Keith’s hand in public felt nice. Walking from the hotel to the restaurant, Lance found himself watching families of all types as they walked. He couldn’t help it. A smile coming to his lips as he watched kids nag their parents, or listened to them as they played. His hand sitting on his stomach while his mind substituted the kids for their twins, and the parents as Keith. Keith would be such a good dad. He absolutely knew that for certain. He’d worried when Keith had spent most of the night sleepless, the walk seeming to invigorate him as it wore away Keith’s energy. Keith needed his coffee pronto, lest a server cop his boyfriend’s uncaffeinated anger loaf rage.

  Leading Keith into the restaurant, it had a kind of rustic charm. Heavy oak logs made the walls, with all kinds of memorabilia stuck to the walls, including a giant stuffed fish with a plaque that red “Billy Bass”. It appealed to his tacky side in all the right ways. Sending Keith to find a seat, his boyfriend slouched off to throw himself into the only available booth. Lance giving a shake of his head affectionately. He really loved that cranky werewolf. Waddling over to the counter, he forced himself to remember to look and act like a girl. Keith didn’t know he was terrified of the same kind of comments made at the petting zoo being repeated. This trip had to go as well and as smoothly as it could. Picking up the menu, he knew instantly he wanted more than pancakes. Everything smelt vaguely appealing, and Keith would eat like there was no tomorrow.

  “What can I do you for, darling?”

Jumping at being unexpectedly talked to, the woman behind the counter cackled at him

“Sorry, love! I didn’t think you’d be lost in thought over a menu”

Lance flashed a smile, careful of his teeth. He kind of wished he’d worn a set of glasses. The more he stood in the restaurant, the more he heard and the bigger the world suddenly seemed to be

“Sorry, everything sounds so good I’m not sure where to begin”

The woman chuckled

“I remember those feelings. How many you got in there?”

“Two. I guess I do look pretty big”

“And carrying low, you’ll be in labour no time, love. Now. What do think?”

No. Nope. No labour for him. Not unless he was comfortably set up at VOLTRON... he’d hold his legs together for as long as possible if their twins dared to think of coming this soon

“I think I’m famished. Can I please order two sets of pancakes and two sets of the bacon breakfasts? Ooooh, and I’ll grab a fruit salad, two of the largest coffees you have, aaaand... I think I’ll have a green tea latte... and a fruit salad. Yeah, that’s all, thank you... oh! Do you guys have soy milk? I don’t want to gas my boyfriend”

  The woman behind the counter ogled him fo a moment, shaking her head and laughing again

“I don’t know where you’re going to fit all that... We have soy, almond, and regular. None of that skin stuff”

Lance blushed. He couldn’t help that he didn’t exactly know what he felt like, but food seemed like an amazing idea

“It’s for me and my partner. Soy will be fine, thanks”

The woman slapped his arm gently with the back of her hand

“I know that, love. Just an old woman teasing”

“You don’t look that old”

She looked about the age he should look... her name tag reading “Dae”, the white tag almost lost in the red of her bright red shirt

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now, darling, cash or card?”

“Card please”

  The woman rang up there largish breakfast bill. Lance paying as he was trapped into small talk

“So, love. Are you here for our Easter markets? Or you one of those passing through?”

“Oh, my boyfriend and I are spending a few days here. We’re meeting up with some friends”

The woman printed him a receipt without him asking

“I’m sure you’ll find this quite boring compared with the cities around here, but we have own charm. Now, can I get a name for this order?”

He’d been prepared for that. He’d made kind of a mental story for himself. He and his photographer boyfriend were driving up, stopping in small towns as Keith built up a portfolio in the hopes of turning to selling prints online

“Lancella... my, uh, parents were hoping for a boy”

“I’m sure they love you at any rate. We can’t help our names. You go take a load off and I’ll bring your coffee over. Take my advice, love, take a look at the markets while you’re here. They really are something else”

“Awesome. We might just take your advice. Thank you”

    Siding, barely, into the booth opposite Keith, Keith was glaring at the menu in his hands. Tugging it free, his boyfriend huffed as Lance set the menu back into its holder

“Your coffee’s coming”

“Good”

Keith should have perked up at the thought of coffee. The scent was strong enough that Lance’s stomach was threatening to turn traitor right there at the booth

“Babe?”

“It’s nothing. You looked like you were having a good conversation, Lancella”

Lance rolled his eyes at the name

“I’m a simple man. The best lies have a kernel of truth in them”

“It pisses me off that you have to lie. You’re you. If people don’t like that, they can go play in traffic”

  There was his grumpy little anger loaf. He’d also realised something that was likely to make Keith grumpier

“You can’t just put them in traffic. You know, we’re going to be in trouble”

Keith sighed deeply

“What for now?”

“I’m starving... and all that food has to come back up. Plus, apparently I’m going to pop soon”

Scowling at him, Keith sat back and crossed his arms. His voice firm and joke free

“There’s no way you’re allowed to even think about giving birth in this crappy town. Don’t even think about going into labour”

Sometimes it was scary how in tune they were. He didn’t want to give birth here, yet he couldn’t hate this town

“I don’t know. This town isn’t that crappy. This is the town you were born in and you’re not crappy. Maybe crabby... but not crappy”

“You’re fucking hilarious”

Lance shot his boyfriend double finger guns

“I try. But seriously, I’m starving...”

  He’d also forgotten to do his shots before leaving the hotel room. Keith coming out with the bath mat around his waist had driven away the thought. His boyfriend hadn’t questioned why he’d packed heavier than usual. There was a whole suitcase of towels and bedding, waiting to be unpacked. His new plan was that after breakfast they’d unpack a little more, and he’d look up the directions to the cemetery where Keith’s dad was buried. The vampire knew his own pain from having now lost both his parents, yet that was nothing compared to Keith losing his dad at such a young age. Making the comparison seemed really shitty and like it lorded the fact Lance had had his parents for so long, that’s why he’d never say it out loud.

  Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the coffee and the latte. Keith sliding both mugs towards him as Lance thanked “Dae”. Wrapping his hands around his cold drink, there was kind of a happy peacefulness as Keith took his first sip of coffee. This was nice. Them having no real schedule. Not rushing around. Kind of on a date, but not at the same time...

“Stop staring”

Chuckling, Lance moved his hand up to take the straw between his fingers, stirring his latte as continued to stare

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Kicking him under the table, that was Keith’s great comeback

“Really, babe?”

“Fuck you. Fight me”

  It’d be soon long since he’d heard that one. The second they found out he was carrying, he had to behave himself and training went out the window

“I could beat you, but we both know you’d liked it”

Delivering the words slowly and purposely, Lance succeeded in making Keith choke on his coffee. Placing the mug down, his boyfriend coughed into his hand

“Fuuuuck...”

“Still want to fight me?”

“Keep this up and I’ll beat your arse so hard you won’t be able to walk for a month”

“Do you promise?”

On the back of choking on his coffee, Keith choked on air. His hand fanning his face as he shook his head

“You deserve to be punched in the dick for that”

“Nah. You love me too much for that”

“God. I fucked that one up”

  Lance knew Keith was teasing, yet he felt himself automatically tear up. Apparently he could dish it, but his ego was too much of a diva to take it. Dropping his gaze to his drink, he felt awful for how he’d reacted

“Babe?”

“It’s nothing”

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I guess my hormones are being silly. It’s ridiculous”

Keith wisely decided not to agree with him, changing the topic

“What did you order?”

Raising his head again, Lance shot him that fake smile that hadn’t come out in so long that he wasn’t sure he was doing it right

“Pancakes. Eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausages, and fried onion. Coffee for you. Tea for me, and fruit salad”

“You think that’s enough?”

Now he was feeling self conscious over how much he wanted to scarf down his food

“I figured you’d eat what I didn’t...”

Keith playfully kicked him under the table again

“Great. Now I’m the garbage disposal unit”

  Shit. Why had his mood plummeted so much? Now it had, his ego was getting riled up. He was starting to feel vulnerable over being pregnant and into a strange place, where people he didn’t know could easily target him, or Keith. He couldn’t scent anyone like them in the place, yet he’d been so care free when they’d come in, he hadn’t thought to. The sudden shift to extreme vulnerability by his ego threw him off. They were a goddamn vampire. Had he been so inclined, he could easily take every single human on in the restaurant... Why was he suddenly so spineless? And why was his ego not propping his mood up with its usual douche attitude.

  “Babe, you’ve gone pale. And you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

He was shaking? He hadn’t noticed...

“Sorry. My ego... just went funny...”

Keith stared at him in confusion

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know...”

He didn’t know. Was it not sure keith could protect them? No. Keith could and would go beyond them. Then why did it want him to run? All he wanted was a nice breakfast with Keith, so Keith wouldn’t be so stressed about what was to come...

  Leaning across the table, Keith’s confusion grew. Cocking his head, he drew back slowly

“You feel like... you’re pushing everything away. If there’s something wrong...”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m sorry”

Trying to let his ego flare a little, the instinct to run grew with it. Lance quick to force it back down. Maybe he’d been too focused on being home of late? No one had made any kind of threat towards him

“If you’re not feeling well, we can go back to the room”

“That’s not it. All of a sudden I got a spike of fear and I’m not sure why”

  Keith pursed his lips, shook his head, then suddenly decided to move to sit next to Lance, a little too fast for Lance’s liking. Taking his hand in his, his boyfriend squeezed softly

“You don’t need to be scared”

Having Keith close should have calmed him, yet the spike of fear had spiked his anxiety over not knowing why he was kind of internally freaking out  

“I know. All I wanted was a nice breakfast”

“We can still have a nice breakfast...”

“I’m so sorry. I know you’re stressing badly. This has to be so much all at once”

The restaurant was loud, despite it being breakfast time. Too many people seemed way too awake

“The glasses help. Do you want them?”

  Yes. And ear plugs. Someone dropped something in the kitchen, Lance flinching at the sound as he shook his head

“No. No... it’s okay. I’ve been doing this longer than you have”

“Are you sure?”

“Babe, I’ll be okay. It’s just weird... I don’t smell anything... bad. Maybe I’ve spent too much time hermitting”

“Or maybe people just suck?”

“Careful, babe. Your grump’s showing”

Keith huffed with a pout

“I’m not being grumpy”

“Fine, your lack of people love is showing. I hope breakfast doesn’t take too long”

“You need to eat more. You’re all skin and bones”

Lance’s ego chose to take the wrong way. He ate. Keith knew he ate. He couldn’t bring Keith’s mood down any further

“I’m going to. Your babies are demanding it”

  Bring their hands to Lance’s stomach, Keith rested them there

“Already causing so much trouble. You two better give your dad a break”

“That’d be nice. I think the first thing they’re getting when they’re old enough is a trampoline”

“Why do I feel like you’re the one who’s going to be spending more time on it than them?”

“Because it’s nice to lay out under the stars?”

They hadn’t done that in so long... Maybe they’d get a chance while they were here?

“I wonder what sex would be like?”

And there Keith went stating the real reason he supported getting their kids a trampoline

“I’m not conceiving any future siblings on a trampoline”

Keith bumped his shoulder lightly

“There goes that idea...”

“I’m going to put you in a time out if you don’t get your mind out of the gutter”

“But without the gutter, my mind would be homeless”

  Without missing a beat, the werewolf had him groaning

“Who taught you that one? They need to be shot”

Keith grinned, Lance kind of envious that no matter how upset Keith was internally, he was keeping his ego well under control. He should be proud. No. He was proud. He just wished his would perk back up

“Pretty sure I learned that from you”

Great. He couldn’t exactly shoot himself... though he’d definitely shot himself in the foot in the metaphoric sense

“You don’t want to listen to me. I’m going crazy in my old age”

“You’re not even that old”

“Older than you”

  Keith put on that bad southern drawl that never failed to work on him

“And twice as pretty. A pretty little thing like you should be careful. A big bad wolf might just gobble you up”

“Nah, my boyfriend takes care of all the scary things out there”

“I could take him. They don’t call me the Mullet for nothin’”

Oh lord. That was terrible. That was terrible and Keith knew it was terrible

“Is it because you’re kinda fishy? A bit limp all dead eyed?”

“Why, miss. I’ve been told I’ve got the perdiest eyes around”

Lance let out a long groan of defeat. He didn’t feel safe, and as much as he didn’t want to feel amused, Keith’s stupidity was kind of turning his frown upside down

“Alright. No more. I get it”

“Do you feel any better?”

No...

“Yeah. I’m still staving, though”

“It won’t be too much longer... hopefully”

   *

Keith kept a careful eye on Lance once their breakfast finally arrived. Lance noticing, and responding by eating despite the lack of interest in the pancakes he’d wanted. It was hard to pretend to be happy. Everything felt too much for him, and having it all feel too much for Lance threw him.

  Holding it together, the walk back to the hotel was brisk. Lance tried to shake him off to go to the bathroom alone, but Keith wasn’t having it. As Lance “threw” himself down to vomit, he slipped behind him, tugging off the annoying wig so he could rest his chin on Lance’s shoulder. His boyfriend was shaking, his skin felt a little colder than its above barely warm natural state. Having played breakfast over in his mind, he still didn’t know why Lance had spooked, or why his ego had drawn in. The only thing he could think of was that that woman’s words brought up Lance’s fear of giving birth soon. No one had said anything to his precious mate. No one had barely looked their way. No. Everyone else was too busy fucking chewing like a herd of cows. The noise infuriating now he’d noticed.

  Staying with Lance until his stomach settled, his boyfriend wobbled on his feet as he stood. Keith had spent the time giving Lance belly rubs and trying smother him in his scent to calm him down. His own ego was rattled by their mates strange actions, making it almost mad at a situation where no one was to blame. Rinsing his mouth out, Lance stared at him in the mirror. He looked exhausted

“I’m sorry”

No. Lance had nothing to be sorry for

“Babe. Hey, it happens”

“I’m supposed to be the one in control here... and I freaked out for no real reason”

“It’s okay”

  Lance didn’t know he was semi echoing Keith’s earlier movement as he kicked the basin cabinet lightly

“No. No it’s not. You’re stressed. You’re in a new environment. You’re being forced to go out with me when I look like this. And I couldn’t even keep my shit together long enough to enjoy being out to breakfast with you. It’s fucking pathetic. I should be past all this shit”

“You’re overthinking things again”

Sighing deeply, Lance went to grab his toothbrush out the toilet bag, only to knock the contents out. Sensing the impending tears, he turned his boyfriend towards him, gathering him against him

“Babe. Hey. It’s okay. I’m not mad and you haven’t done anything wrong”

Lance shook his head again

“I’m sorry... God. I feel so fucking incompetent”

  Lance wasn’t incompetent. Keith ego saddened to hear their mate talk about himself like that. He wanted to make Lance smile again

“You’re not. Didn’t Dae say something about a fair?”

Again, Lance shook his head

“Sorry... I think I want to lay down for a bit... and I really need to pee. Can... can you get the blankets out the suitcase? They’re in the black one”

“And you’ll be okay?”

“I’m going to pee, then I’ll be out”

Kissing Lance’s hair, Keith found himself more anxious over Lance than the thought of seeing his father’s grave. Maybe Lance was more tired from the day before than he was letting on

“Alright. I’ll be waiting”

   When Lance came shuffling out the bathroom, he made straight for Keith. Keith having covered the top of the hotel bed with their three blankets, the bottom one acting as the sheet between them and the crappy bedding below. Lifting the corner back, his boyfriend climbed in beside him. Shoes and all. Lance had to be dead tired to not fight him over his shoes, which had kind of become part of Keith’s daily job. Laying himself against him, Lance rested his head on Keith’s chest, arm snaking around him. Somehow the feeling that came to mind was akin to missing that bottom step and terror flooring you for a moment as your stomach dropped. When Lance started crying, Keith could only let him cry it out. He’d gotten used to Lance having more emotions than he thought possible for a vampire. Lance’s motto seemed to be “sometimes you just need to cry it out”. Still. It sucked. They were so far from their friends. So far from home... and the hard bit was yet to come.

    *

Falling asleep Keith, Lance carefully pried himself off his boyfriend. He felt safer for being in the hotel room, and disoriented from how hard he’d seemed to nap. Creeping to the bathroom, then back into their room, Lance mentally sighed to himself over his emotions. He was being so dumb. Keith needed him... None of this... he couldn’t break down now. Taking his phone off the bedside table, the vampire crept back into the bathroom. He’d already talked to Keith, explaining that he didn’t get what was going on at all... Yet he wasn’t sure that Keith believed him. His people hating boyfriend had offered to take him to the markets on for Easter. That wasn’t Keith’s thing. That was Keith grasping at straws and trying to find a way to make him happy again.

  The call took a long time to answer, Krolia’s voice happy as Lance wondered if he was annoying her

“Hey, Lance! How are you?! Did you and Keith arrive safely, I swear that boy never thinks to let me know he’s okay”

They’d sent a message to group chat, and that was about it. With some small unpacking, they’d both been too tired for phone calls and any form of in-depth conversation

“Sorry, Krolia. Yeah, we got here okay. If this is a bad time, I can call back”

“No. Not at all. Is everything okay? I mean, I’m thrilled you called, but I’m confused as to why”

  That stung a little. He hadn’t spoken to Krolia all that much since Keith turned...

“I won’t keep you long. I have a question, and I think you’re about the only one who understands what it’s like to be pregnant”

He would have turned straight to Mami if she’d been alive. He felt like he really needed that maternal support right now. Hearing her voice would have driven home she was safe and she would have teased him for being hopeless

“Shoot away! Are my two grandbabies giving you grief already? I can have a stern talking to them, if they are”

   He wanted to reach through the phone and hug Krolia. Keith was absolutely amazing with him, yet he couldn’t fall pregnant. A small snort escaped without him meaning for it to

“They’re fine. Using my bladder as a trampoline and wriggling around in there. I... uh... I was wondering if when you were pregnant with Keith, if you ever felt... scared for no reason”

There was a pause. Lance grateful Krolia was taking the time to think about it

“Sometimes, yes. Especially in the line of work I do... Did something happen?”

So Krolia has only experienced fear when thinking of vampires and werewolves...

“We we’re having breakfast and all of a sudden I got scared. There was nothing there to be scared of. No one else who wasn’t human... but... I feel like I was too care free lately. I didn’t guard my scent. I didn’t think about what would happen had someone caught it. I didn’t think about bringing Keith here and what if there was someone like us here... I didn’t think about it... and I feel... like me not thinking about it is the same as me thinking Keith... is... something less than he was”

  Starting to cry, he felt really very stupid for his tears. He treasured Keith. But he’d been running around trailing his scent after him without a thought of the impact. All he’d wanted was to get things done and settle his ego

“Lance, you love that idiot son of mine. I’m sure at the first hint of danger you would have reacted. Is Keith there with you?”

“He’s asleep... I’m sorry for calling... I would have turned to Mami, but...”

“No. No. I’m glad you called. I want to be there for the both of you. Yes, I was scared. But nothing like Keith’s father. The slightest thing and he wanted to rush me off to the emergency department. You’re under a lot of stress. Have you been...?”

Lance shook his head, then remember Krolia couldn’t see him shaking his head

“Not yet. I freaked out and Keith had to take care of me...”

“You’re nearing the end of the pregnancy. Fears happen. I know that all too well. Especially how the insomnia can play on your mind. You’ve both been through so much, and I heard from Curtis that you were looking forward to some alone time with Keith. My opinion is that you let Keith take care of you. He’s strong”

“He’s not that strong when it comes to his dad”

“No, but keeping it in will only make him worry more. He loves you. If anything were to happen to you... well, I feel sorry for whoever crosses you. I believe both of you would sense actual danger”

“How am I supposed to know the difference?!”

“You’ll know. Take these feeling of fear and ignore them. Push them aside. They’re useless. Focus on you and my grand babies. You should be safe there. Coran didn’t mention anything about anyone living there that you should be wary about”

Lance sniffled. Krolia hadn’t given him much of anything useful and it sucked... but she tried in her own way

“Thanks, Krolia. I’m going to go back to Keith now”

“No worries. Let me know how everything goes. You can call me. Anything you two need...”

“Yeah. I will. I... thanks for talking to me...”

“Anytime. I’m your mother too. You can come to me”

  Coming out the bathroom, Keith was awake, meaning he’d heard some, if not all, Lance’s side of the phone call. Stopping a few steps into the room, he expected Keith to be angry at him for admitting he hadn’t thought of his precious boyfriend’s safety. He hadn’t thought of anything much when it came to the more important things he should have been almost paranoid about

“Babe... come here”

Holding his arm out, Lance caved instantly as he moved to climb into bed with Keith, his emotions getting the better of him as he started crying again. Krolia wasn’t Mami. She didn’t give advice like Mami did. The vampire craving that maternal touch, that Krolia had only taken the point off of

“That’s it. I’m here... I’m here, let it all out”

“I’m sorry”

Keith gentle ran his fingers through Lance’s hair, hushing him softly

“Shhhh... I’ve got you. I’m okay and you’re okay. It’s okay”

“I miss Mami”

“I know you do, babe. I know. Let it out... let it all out”

  He was such a selfish boyfriend, yet Keith loved him anyway. He didn’t deserve the love he felt from Keith, but he did notice that together like this, the fear had mostly gone away. There really was no substitute for cuddles with Keith.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose #klance #mpreg #pregnant lance #werewolf keith #vampire lance #two halves of the same idiot

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A senpai Rider/s interacting with their kouhai Rider/s, M (Battlefield by SVRCINA)?

M is for music, and “Battlefield,” by SVRCINA, can be found on Spotify and YouTube.

Restaurant Agito, a neighborhood institution for over a decade--

No. Not eye-catching enough.

Once nothing more than a well-loved neighborhood institution, Restaurant Agito has been launched to new heights with the receipt of their first Michelin star--

No, not complimentary enough, it’s a nice restaurant.

Restaurant Agito_

Transcript first. The introduction will come to me once I’m looking at the whole thing.

[New: blank document]

[Open: agitointerview.mp3]

Notes to myself: Tsugami Shouichi--friendly, big smile. Intense eye contact, felt like I was staring at the sun. Wears a lapel pin with the restaurant’s little alpha-omega logo, it’s cute. Maybe not the most handsome guy but wow what a smile, hopefully he’s making some girl very happy. Or guy, who knows, it’s 2015. Insisted on bringing out a tasting plate of some of the restaurant’s most popular dishes to snack on while we talked. We sat in the restaurant, mid-afternoon, not a lot of customers. Sous chef was handling things in the kitchen.

Begin transcript.

[Play]

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Kido Shinji: I hope you don’t mind if I, uh, if I record?

Tsugami Shouichi: Oh, no, not at all! I wouldn’t expect you to just remember everything, right? I mean I guess you could write it down but that seems like it’d be difficult.

KS: It’s definitely not easy, that’s for sure.

*laughter*

KS: So, uh, if you don’t mind, let’s start with the basics, just so I can have them on record. I’m Kido Shinji--

TS: It’s great to meet you!

KS: Um, likewise, thanks.

Note: strong handshake, damn, I think my hand actually aches still

TS: And I’m Tsugami Shouichi.

KS: Right, wonderful--it’s spelled like--

TS: Yeah, that looks right. Although I’m not exactly the best person to ask, my spelling’s terrible.

KS: Mine too, honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without spell-check.

*more laughter*

KS: So you’re the proprietor of Restaurant Agito, correct?

TS: That’s me! Owner, head chef, uh, I actually grow most of the vegetables myself, I do a lot of stuff here.

KS: Oh wow, you have a vegetable garden?

TS: Up on the roof! I can show you after we’re done talking if you like.

KS: That’d be great, I’d love to take a few photos if you don’t mind.

TS: Oh sure! Oh, ask anyone who knows me, I love showing off my garden, it’s my pride and joy. I mean, apart from the restaurant. I had a garden before I had a restaurant, I’ve been doing that longer. Although I guess you’re not here to talk about gardening really--

KS: No no, it’s fine, I like hearing about this sort of thing, it’s, um, human interest. Everyone’s into eating local these days, right?

TS: Right!

KS: So, uh. You’ve got a Michelin-starred restaurant at--you’re 35, right? I think you mentioned that on the phone.

TS: Yeah, 35, that’s right.

KS: That’s pretty impressive, that kind of success at 35.

TS: I mean I don’t know that it’s that impressive, I’ve just, I’ve worked really hard, yeah? I don’t like to brag.

KS: No, of course not, that’s what I’m here for. I’m going to brag for you.

TS: Well, when you put it like that--here, try some of this, this is the squash quiche, it’s one of my specialties.

KS: I bet it’s from squash you grow yourself?

TS: Of course!

KS: I’m almost expecting you to say you keep the chickens too.

TS: Oh, no, uh, birds make me nervous, I went to a farm once and a rooster sort of landed on my shoulder and crowed in my ear the whole time, it was bad. Seriously, though, try a bite, please.

Note: fucking spectacular quiche, holy shit

*chewing noises*

KS: Oh wow. That is. Amazing. That might be one of the best things I’ve ever eaten.

TS: You’re making me blush.

KS: No, really, this is really really good. I could just keep eating only I don’t want to keep you, so we should--we should get back to the interview. So you’ve got a Michelin-starred restaurant at 35. When did you open it?

TS: Um, when I was 21, 22 maybe? Right out of culinary school. Well, not right out, there was a, uh, a gap, I wasn’t doing much of anything for a while.

KS: Illness?

TS: Sort of. I mean, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I had amnesia?

KS: Oh my god.

TS: Yeah, I was in a boating accident--you remember the Akatsuki-gou?

KS: Do I remember--that was the biggest news story going when I was fresh out of college, of course I remember that. You were on the Akatsuki-gou?

TS: Yeah, I was on there, and there was the, the incident, and I was pretty badly injured and lost my memory for a while. But once I got better I opened the restaurant.

KS: Wow, I’m even more impressed now.

Note: pull up some of the news stories about the Akatsuki-gou. Add some extra interest there, that’s a lot. There was some hero cop who saved everyone on there, maybe I could look him up for another article, do a retrospective.

KS: Um, what made you want to open a restaurant? After all that happened?

TS: I mean, I guess it was to honor my sister? She was the one who put me through culinary school, and she, uh, she died. Not long before the accident.

KS: Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear that. Was she unwell?

TS: Not really? I mean. Uh. She killed herself. I’d rather not talk about it.

KS: Of, of course not, I’m so sorry. That’ll, I’ll leave that out of the article, of course.

TS: Thanks, I’d appreciate that. Anyway, uh, I mean, she died, and then I was in this accident, and kind of a lot of stuff happened, but when I’d gotten my memory back I ran into an old professor of mine from culinary school and I had money from, um, my inheritance? He’d tried running the restaurant but decided he wanted to go back to teaching, and I had the money to buy it from him. So I bought it, and, um, redecorated it and gave it the new name and everything and there you go. Restaurant Agito.

KS: That’s amazing.

TS: Thanks!

KS: Actually I’ve been meaning to ask about the name, what does Agito mean? Is it, um, is it a family name, or something personal, or--I feel like I’ve heard the word before.

TS: Oh. Oh, uh. Have you? *nervous laughter, not sure why* It’s sort of, it’s just sort of...it’s got. A personal meaning--are you all right?

KS: I’m fine, I’m fine, sorry, just--just a headache. Anyway, Agito. I remember that word, there was something years ago...did it have to do with...mirrors? I feel like I remember mirrors...

TS: Mirrors? No, nothing like that--are you sure you’re ok?

KS: I’m fine. Sorry. A personal meaning?

TS: Well, it’d be really hard to explain. It was...it’s from something a couple of friends and I did together, we had sort of a club.

Note: I think he’s hiding something here. He looked really nervous, and I’m not sure why. Need to look into that word. Agito. I’m sure I’ve heard it before.

KS: Really? A club? What did you guys do?

TS: Oh it’s--it’s complicated.

KS: I--I’m sorry, who’s that who just came in?

TS: Oh, that’s Tezuka, he’s a regular, he runs sort of a fortune-telling business near here. Nice guy. Why?

KS: I...feel like I recognize him.

TS: Well, he does get everywhere, sometimes he just sets up on the street in the weirdest places to tell fortunes. Maybe you’ve seen him before.

KS: I’m sure that’s it, yeah. So, uh, it’s always just been you? No, no business partners or co-owners or anything?

TS: Yeah, just me. Well, and Mana, she’s an old friend, she helped me out a lot when I was having those memory problems? She works here now, you met her when you came in. And there’s another old friend, Ryou, he was in that club I mentioned, he does deliveries for us sometimes when he’s in the area. But he travels a lot.

KS: He does--what? I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part? I’ve got this...ringing...in my ears, I missed the last bit.

TS: Oh, just. My friend Ryou delivers for us occasionally. He’s a great guy. *rustling* You know what, I’m going to get you a glass of water.

KS: That’s really not necess--actually, you know what, I���d appreciate a glass of water, thank you.

TS: No problem! Um, Mana, could you--

*woman’s voice in background, not loud enough to be understandable*

TS: Thanks, Mana! Look, Mr. Kido--

KS: You...you can call me Shinji, that’s fine.

TS: Ok, Shinji, are you sure you’re all right? You’re not, uh...feeling things?

KS: Feeling things? What do you mean?

Note: What a strange way of putting it. Am I feeling things. There’s definitely something going on with that guy.

TS: Oh, you know, uh, other people’s thoughts. Or like...moving stuff with your mind?

KS: No, why would I--I’m not sure what you mean, I--

*startled noise*

TS: Oh, oh, what’s wrong?

KS: I--nothing. There’s a, a mirror over there, I just saw my reflection, it startled me.

TS: It, uh, it was definitely your regular face you saw, right?

KS: No, I, uh, I’m just, not a big fan of mirrors.

TS: Oh! Then that’s, that’s all right.

*clinking glass*

KS: Thank you.

TS: Thanks so much, Mana! Anyway, uh, never mind that, forget I said any of that. But...also, if you keep getting headaches--actually, just. You should come by here to eat whenever you like, I think. If you need to talk about stuff.

KS: Um. Thanks? I’m sorry, I’ve got aspirin in my jacket, I just need this ringing to stop--you’re sure Agito doesn’t have anything to do with mirrors?

TS: Definitely sure.

*sound of someone drinking water*

Note: not sure what got into me here. My reflection startled me really badly, I guess. I don’t think “Agito” actually has anything to do with mirrors, but when I think back 14 years or so I just think, “mirrors,” not sure why, and with all that talk about the Akatsuki-gou it brought that up.

--

I should cover that mirror on the wall over there. It keeps reflecting the light from the window into my eyes.

--

KS: So, uh. On to the menu! We’ve got this amazing tasting plate, I’d love to write a bit about the food you make here.

TS: Right, yeah! So you had some of the quiche, and then this here is a vegetarian lasagna that I’ve really perfected over the past few years--

--

[Pause agitointerview.mp3]

Head hurts again. It’s probably the glare. Definitely need to cover that mirror. Wish that ringing sound would stop.

Tsugami seems like a nice guy. Wonder what he and his friends were up to that he’s so afraid to talk about.

Restaurant Agito is a well-loved neighborhood institution, entirely free of the world within the mirrors--

The world within the mirrors? What the hell?

Restaurant Agito_

Why won’t my ears stop ringing?

Click.

Click.

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#tsugami shouichi #kido shinji #fanfiction #anonamouse

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the dark side - jj maybank x shoupe’s daughter, ch. 2

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

summary:  catherine shoupe has the perfect life. when she gets hired by heyward to run groceries, she has a new coworker - jj maybank. as the deputy’s daughter, she can’t help but hate him. but when jj decides to bring her to the dark side and woo her over, cat not only has to hide her activities from her father, but learn who her father really is.

a/n: this is mainly character development (with plenty of JJ), angst and fluff to come next chapter :-) for the first chapter my tags weren’t working, so if you haven’t read it, you can read chapter 1 here

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“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, and Pope was quickly in between the two of them.

“Can we not?” he addressed both of them, exasperated. “At least not in front of my dad.”

Cat rolled her eyes, moving to the side of the boat to push off the dock while JJ sauntered to the steering wheel. 

Maybe this was a bad choice. Lane three sounded nice right now. She tried to push her thoughts away as she sat on the back of the boat.

Pope sat down next to her, and they sat silently until he spoke. “You know, Cat, he was a kid back then.”

“He still said and did that stuff though,” she grumbled, picking at the frayed hems of her denim shorts. “And nothing has changed since then.”

She remembered that day well. Back when she went to the same middle school as Pope and JJ and the rest of their crew. It was the age when kids become cliquey, and start to push boundaries. Cat had always been the girl whose dad was a cop, and when she was younger, it was cool. He would do talks at her school. Her classmates’ attitudes changed once she hit middle school. Kids were becoming more in tune with their parents’ perspectives on cops, and they started getting trouble as well. In a place like the Outer Banks, although it is paradise on Earth, kids got bored.

Kids like JJ. He had always had a troubled life in addition to a smart mouth and loose lips.

She overheard him one day, talking about how his father would beat his mother. Cat felt like it was her obligation to tell her dad and, after enough pestering and begging from her, he agreed to look into it.

A few days later, JJ had decked her across the face with a solid right hook. He yelled at her, awful things about how her father was destroying families and lives and that she was too dumb to see it.

A month later, his mother left them in the middle of the night.

The two of them hadn’t associated since. Cat’s dad brought him up sometimes. “JJ stole another box of condoms from the Dollar General.” “JJ got into another fight at the Boneyard.” “Someone saw JJ stumbling down main street drunk.”

Ever since his mother left, JJ’s mischief escalated.

Cat looked over at him, piloting the boat. His back was to her, and he was leaning against the side of the cabin, gazing out onto the water, his loose hair fluttering in the same breeze that rustled the grocery bags. 

JJ looked over towards her, his icy blue gaze chilling her despite the warm air. Looking away, she trained her eyes on her feet.

“Brr,” Pope said, as if reading her mind.

“He can apologize to me,” Cat decided, thinking out loud. Part of her hoped her words were lost in the wind, so that JJ didn’t hear them. Another part of her hoped he heard.

Pope just sighed before they launched into small talk the rest of the short ride to Figure Eight. It didn’t take long; JJ pulled the boat up beside the dock while Cat jumped onto the worn wood, clipping the boat in at the stern and tying it at the bow.

As Pope and JJ handed the groceries down to her, she noticed that JJ’s gaze was intense and lingering. Purposefully avoiding it, once the last of the groceries were unloaded, she picked up the bags and started walking down the dock to the Thompson’s house.

The boys eventually caught up to her, and they delivered the groceries, Mrs. Thompson slipping each of them a $20 bill as a tip.

“Is this a normal thing?” Cat asked, holding up the money as soon as they were on their way back to the boat.

“Sure is,” Pope said.

“The more good looking you are, the more they tip,” JJ said, peering at Cat over his sunglasses and pretending to lick the money. It was crumpled up from being shoved in his pocket.

The three of them finished up six more deliveries that day. The sun was setting as they docked at Heyward’s. Cat’s skin was reddened from the sun, her hair sticking to her face with sweat. Her interaction with JJ hadn’t been any more than a couple brief exchanges. Luckily, Pope seemed to stick to Cat’s side and JJ kept to himself.

Dinner was just being put on the table as Cat got home, and she didn’t bother cleaning up before sitting down. Her parents flooded her with questions about her new job. She told them about Pope, but not about JJ.

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The first week of work had passed uneventfully. Most days she worked with JJ, but a couple of days, it was just her and Pope. JJ hadn’t addressed the tension between them, and Cat sure as hell wasn’t going to make the first move. He largely ignored her when they worked, which she was fine with.

She decided she liked the job well enough. She made good money with the pay raise and tips, and she could work on her tan, rolling up the sleeves of her work t-shirts and knotting them at the bottom while she was on the boat for a little extra breeze and exposed skin. 

Cat and JJ had just finished their last delivery of the day. The sun was slowly dropping down towards the horizon, casting everything in deep shadows and a golden glow. She definitely couldn’t help but notice JJ’s hair, tousled by the wind of the day, and how it caught the evening rays of sunlight as he disconnected the gas can from the boat.

End of the day checks usually went pretty quickly. There was a checklist kept on board that Cat went over, and she held it while she locked up the cabin of the boat.

JJ’s voice sounded from behind her. “Kitty Cat…” 

“Don’t call me that,” she interrupted, not looking up from what she was doing and maneuvering the padlock so that she could lock the door.

“...I’ve blamed you, you know. This whole time.”

JJ’s words made Cat stop going through the checklist. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck the checklist,” he said, pulling it from her hands and tossing it on the table in the middle of the boat. Did JJ want to get real with her? The look on his face said yes: the way his blue eyes were hard yet soft, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his fists were balled up. 

Cat raised her chin to meet his gaze before he continued.

“I’ve blamed you for the past five years. For everything.”

“That’s not very ni-”

“Shut the fuck up and let me talk,” he burst, bringing his hands up and waving them in a frenzy. Cat took a step back at the movement, and JJ’s face dropped. “Cat, I-”

She turned and walked away, but she could only walk a few feet until she was sitting on the side of the boat. JJ sighed, then went to sit next to her. He was silent for a few moments before speaking. “I’d like to talk things out between us. Want to get dinner?”

“My parents are expecting me home for dinner,” she replied, not looking at him. He sighed, moving slightly.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course,” he said quietly. “I forgot people do that kind of thing.”

His words hurt. She felt stabbing pangs of guilt inside her.

Almost without realizing, Cat picked up her phone, dialing her father.

“Hey Cat, what’s up?” he answered, the sound muffled. She heard the clicking of a turn signal in the background.

“Hey dad, I’m not going to be able to make it home for dinner tonight. We’re flooded with orders at work and have to do some late runs.”

“Alright sweetie, just text me when you’re on your way home, okay? We’ll save you some leftovers.”

“Thanks dad, love you.”

“Love you too, Cat. Be careful on the water tonight.”

At that, Cat hung up, meeting JJ’s eyes for the first time. He raised his eyebrows at her. 

“Where are we going, Maybank?” she asked, and a grin spread across his face.

Half an hour later, they were seated on the back patio of The Wreck, JJ claiming the Carreras gave him a “best friend discount”. They ordered, then sat in an awkward silence, Cat waiting for JJ to speak up.

“I’m sorry I hit you that one time,” he said suddenly, pulling Cat’s eyes up to meet his intense gaze. “I never should have done that. You were worried about me. You were trying to help. I never got to thank you for that.”

“I’m sorry I made your business mine,” she replied quietly. Cat was absently messing with the paper straw wrapper, folding it and ripping it. “I guess I just… felt like I had to.”

JJ was nodding, clearly thinking about her words and how to respond. 

“I shouldn’t have blamed you like I did,” he said finally, giving her a tight smile. “It was just a lot. At the time. It’s still a lot.”

“Want to talk about it?” she asked, and JJ looked up from his drink, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re kidding,” he said, his voice flat.

“I won’t tell my dad. I promise.”

JJ smiled, which turned into a laugh, dimples cratering his cheeks and his hair falling in his face. Behind him, the sun was almost set, only the faintest of oranges lighting up the otherwise dark sky.

“This is a conversation for another day, kitty Cat,” he said, sitting back in his chair. His eyes flicked towards the interior of the restaurant, and Cat turned to follow his gaze. She saw Kiara inside, gesturing wildly and mouthing words at JJ, but stopped and smiled and waved as she noticed Cat looking back.

“Are you sure you’re okay though?” she asked, looking back at him.

He laughed again. “I’m fine. Trust me.” There was an awkward pause. “We cool now?”

“I’m cool if you’re cool,” she replied, taking a sip of her lemonade and raising her eyebrows at him.

“Well, if you’re cool then I’m cool.” She smiled at his play on her words. 

“We’re cool, then.”

“Cool as cucumbers.”

They burst into a fit of laughter as Kiara arrived with their food. “I’m not even gonna ask,” she said, shaking her head, visibly confused. She set the chicken sandwich down in front of Cat before handing JJ his food, whacking him on the head with her serving plate before heading back inside. 

“You two still good friends?” she asked, picking up a sweet potato fry. JJ was in the middle of attacking his burger.

“Very,” he said around his food, and Cat made a face at his manners. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from JJ. “We ‘ang out almost every day.”

“You what?” she asked, grinning, leaning forward on the table, her elbows pressed against the soft wood. “Can you repeat that?”

“We hang,” he said, and a piece of mashed-up food flew out of his mouth as he stressed the word. “H-A-N-G.”

“That’s what I thought, thanks for specifying,” she teased before taking a bite of her chicken sandwich.”

“You should come hang with us sometime,” JJ said, once again carefully pronouncing the word.

Cat almost choked at the proposition, realizing he was serious, but made a point by carefully and thoroughly chewing her food before answering, making direct eye contact the whole time. JJ quickly caught on, pressing his lips together and raising his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.

“Maybe,” she concluded.

“Your dad tell you horror stories about us?” JJ’s words were nonchalant. He leaned back, tossing a fry into his mouth, expecting an answer.

“Mainly about you,” she replied, taking another bite.

“Me?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, I’m flattered. What would he think about you and I here, now?”

“‘e’d ‘ate it,” she said, holding a hand over her mouth, catching herself as she spoke with her mouth full.

A wicked grin spread across JJ’s face. “What’d you say there, kitty Cat?”

“He would hate it! He’d disown me!” she laughed, and JJ smiled back at her. 

“Unfortunately, I think that’s the truth,” he said. Cat hung her head in agreement, and the conversation died.

They ate, and Cat was almost done with her meal when JJ broke the silence. “Does he know we work together?”

She shook her head. “He’s bound to find out eventually, though.”

“Can I ask something else?”

“Sure.”

“Do you associate with any other Pogues?”

“No, aside from you and Pope,” she replied, her voice soft. Cat didn’t have to think about her answer. “I mean… I don’t associate with too many people. I have a few good friends. A bunch of Kook families really kiss ass to my family, I guess so the cops stay away from them and whatever they do. My dad hardly even lets me drive through the Cut when I want to surf down there or anything like that.”

JJ nodded, his eyes fixed on the table. 

“You associate with any Kooks?” she asked, turning the question onto him.

“Kie,” he said. “I mow some lawns. Kiss some asses,” he added, winking. “But no, they don’t exactly welcome me over there.”

It was Cat’s turn to nod in response, not able to think of any words that could break the heaviness of the topic.

Luckily, Kiara arrived to take their plates. “One check,” Cat said, and Kiara’s eyes grew wide, looking from Cat, to JJ, then back to Cat.

“Get that smirk off your face, JJ,” she sighed, turning and leaving.

“What’s that smirk for?” Cat pressed, smiling. 

“Nothin’,” JJ replied, shrugging dramatically, his smirk softening into a smile. Cat rolled her eyes, and Kiara returned quickly with the check.

“I’ll drive you home,” Cat proposed, leaving $25 in cash with the check. They stood and began down the steps from the deck to where Cat’s car was parked.

JJ quickly shot her offer down. “My dad isn’t good at forgiving people, kitty Cat. I’ll walk, it’s not far.”

“Oh- okay.” 

“Thanks for dinner tonight. I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

“JJ Maybank? Offering me, a Kook, repayment? That’s a shocker.”

“I’m not all what your dad makes me out to be,” he said, walking backwards away from her. “There’s more than what meets the eye, and that goes for everyone, including your father. Come hang with us sometime, I’ll get you out of your bubble, kitty Cat”

“What do you mean?” she asked, but by the time the words left her mouth, JJ had turned and was jogging away.

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[selfships-in-spanish]

–A fleeting encounter

I’m posting the Vampire!Hank ask as a new post because for the love of everything, Tumblr doesn’t let me take out the read more out of the ask’s header. It’s glued to the ask bubble and there’s no way to get it out... Ugh, this hellish site.

Here’s the original ask:

Your AU’s keep me alive ❤️ however, the Vampire AU is currently my new drug. Vampire Hank is such a weakness! I love imagining Ona meeting Vampire!Hank for the first time and she’s both seduced but also cautious of him 👀 imagining Hank giving a deep menacing chuckle at how this little human amuses him 🥴

BUT AHHHH THANK YOU ANON!!! I’m sorry for having so many AUs but I just enjoy all the ideas you guys come up with, and I absolutely love creating content for them!! Vampire!AU is something I want to delve more into, because it’s dark, it’s dangerous and we all love our damn vampires, don’t we all.

I’ll get over my phobia of blood for you guys, I got you all (seriously, I see blood and/or needles I go down to the floor. And I’m diabetic. FUN! )

But… Au within an Au? Ona is still a cop? Hank & the boys are a vamp family and Mr.Anderson is out having a nice hunt evening? 

AUception it is. 

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She’s tiny. 

That’s not hard to be when he’s a giant mass compared to anyone, strong and robust, but the difference is still funny. 

She has a lovely voice and he wonders if her blood will taste sweet too. 

Hank observes the situation in a table near his barstool: her tight smile and bored eyes, her way of picking the food on her plate and how the almost empty wine glass was more interesting than the conversation and man in front of her. The man probably thought he was doing a fantastic job and would get laid tonight, but the girl’s face told another story. 

What a pity that courting and wooing was out of fashion; it was always nice to be and feel appreciated. 

The girl looked around the restaurant, not being able to bear another look at the guy. They crossed looks, and from Hank’s magnetic gaze, she was unable to look away. Hank smirked, pleased he had her attention now. He made sure to look intently at her as he took a sip of his drink, appealing to her curiosity. He winked. 

Hank’s smirk widened when her cheeks reddened, quickly looking away and getting herself busy with her own drink, looking everywhere but him. 

The pretty human tried to keep on with the conversation, tried to concentrate on the man in front of her rather than the mysterious silver fox, and it amused Hank to no end. He was a patient man, and he knew he would taste her eventually. It made the wait worthwhile. 

Her date stood up, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. The girl nodded and sighed once the man was out of sight and hearing range. The waiter came immediately after she finished her glass of wine, leaving another one and a small folded note. She frowned. 

“From the gentleman over there.”

The girl looked over where the waiter pointed, eyes widening when she saw who this gentleman was. Hank chuckled to himself, raising his own glass in acknowledgement and waiting for her to reciprocate the far away toast. She did, holding his intense gaze the entire time with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Now that he had her attention, it was only a matter of time and patience. 

Hank was a patient man.

She looked away, shyly, when she put down her own glass, wiping her mouth delicately with her napkin. When she glanced over the mysterious gentleman again, he pointed to her table, that smirk still painted over his lips. Ona looked down, noticing for the first time the folded note that the waiter delivered with her glass of wine. Ona opened it, finding a handwritten note in a beautiful cursive hand. 

“It looks like you need to break free from that cage, little bird. In case you want a more refreshing conversation, I’m having a smoke outside. H.”

There was also a number at the bottom of it. Huh. Silver fox was going strong. 

Ona’s date was back and she hastily hid the note in her purse. The man grinned at her and she smiled back, trying so hard to keep up the façade. She felt bad for even considering going outside when she already was with someone, but the guy clearly was after a very certain and particular thing she was not going to give him, and this was becoming a huge, disastrous mess. 

“Sorry sweet cheeks, Mother Nature called. Anyways, as I was saying…”

Ona tuned out, fearing her brain would rot if she listened to the guy mansplaining once again how to do her job. Going out for a dinner date with a fellow detective, even if he was from another precinct, had been another terrible idea. Why on earth did she say yes? Oh yes, Tina. Tina bet her, and Ona never stepped down from a bet in a display of a true stubborn spaniard as she was. It was practically in her veins. 

Mr.I’m-the best-at-my-job kept going on, not even leaving her room to say her own thoughts about the matter. He kept drilling on, laughing at his own jokes while Ona merely smiled to keep the appearances. Gods, what a self-centred asshole. An involuntary sigh escaped her lips. Mr. My-teeth-are-whiter-than-snow frowned, shutting up. 

“Sorry, am I boring you?” He didn’t sound sorry at all, more annoyed than anything.

“No, sorry. Just a little dizzy.”

“Huh. Well, like I was saying—“

“Actually, do you mind if I go outside for a minute? Some fresh air may help.”

Before Detective Asshole could say anything else, Ona stood up, grabbing her jacket from the chair and walking to the front door of the restaurant. 

Nightly cold air greeted her, making her  sigh pleasantly this time. She was actually starting to feel a throbbing inside her head. If that guy called her sweet cheeks again or said “as I was saying”, Ona would make him choke on his food, make that juicy olive in his cocktail get stuck in his throat and make it look like an accident. Ona let a smile grace her lips, enjoying the scene in her head. 

“I thought you would never come.”

“OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST—“ Ona jumped, startled when a deep, purring voice spoke next to her. Her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest. She placed a hand over it, trying to will her heart  to a more even pace. The voice chuckled. 

“Such blasphemous curses.”

“If you are a believer.” Ona looked at the owner of the voice, brows rising when she saw the mysterious silver fox. 

True to his word, he was outside with a lit cigarette between his lips. Now that she was closer, Ona could see how full the beard was, but also well kept. The man smelled of expensive cologne, and judging by his clothes, he did have the money. Neat and clean haircut, spotless coat, leather gloves and blue eyes twinkling with amusement, although Ona could see a glint of something behind it. It made her uneasy but also curious. 

“Out of the cage, then, little bird?” 

“I needed fresh air indeed,” Ona crossed her arms. “But didn’t you promise a refreshing conversation?” Curiosity won. 

The gentleman looked inside the restaurant where her date was. 

“That bad?” He said, nodding in her date’s direction and brows raised. 

“That bad.” Ona let herself snort. 

The man stepped closer, holding his hand out. 

“I’m Hank.”

Ona took it, squeezing it with enough force to let the man know she was not easily swayed. She wasn’t a Detective for nothing. She also had a mean punch. Hank looked pleased at her grip.

“Ona.” Hank’s hands were big. He was big. And she noticed right that instant how tiny she was compared to him.

“Nice to meet you, Ona.” She tried not to squeak like a tiny mouse. 

“So, what brought you to the enlightening company of Mr. Boring Date over there?” His voice was like velvet and Ona felt it brush her ears like a soft caress. 

“A bet.” 

“A bet?” Hank’s amused chuckle made her pout. “I hope you win it, then. Considering…” Hank nodded towards her date’s direction.

“Yeah, gonna get some cash. And favours.” Ona joined his chuckle in the end, thinking about Tina’s smug face when Gavin discovers that no, Mr.Suit-&-Tie didn’t manage to get inside Ona’s pants. She could already see her new shiny toaster on her kitchen’s counter. “So, what’s a man like you doing in a place like this, all alone?”

“I’m not alone right now, am I?” Hank winked. Ona raised her brow.

“Is this how you pick up potential dates?” 

“Are you considering yourself a potential date, then? I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Wha–wait no, wait!” Ona could feel her cheeks getting hotter. She was a grown up woman and would absolutely not blush. No sir. “I didn’t say anything about a being a potential date!”

“You asked me if this is how I pick up potential dates.” Hank’s amused voice wasn’t helping her at all. 

“I’m not– ugh! Don’t turn my words against me!” 

“I’m so sorry, darling, you just made it so easy and I really couldn’t resist.” He stepped closer. He took out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Ona. She shook her head.

“No, thank you. I don’t smoke.”

“Smart lady. Don’t fall into that. And it comes from someone who smokes like a chimney.”

“Then you should quit smoking. A man your age…” Ona teased him with a smirk of her own. 

Hank snorted. If she really knew his age… but that’s a secret for later. He was only here to scout, to see what both Connor and Richard meant by a very strong-willed and capable Police Detective catching their attention, but if he got a taste… he wouldn’t complain one bit. Connor and Richard once got a whiff of her blood when their paths crossed in one of her police investigations, getting hurt while having to run after a suspect. Needless to say she did apprehend the suspect despite the cut on her leg. The fire in her eyes drew them in. 

But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t play a little with this cute, tiny human. Hank was not stupid, she was pretty, and that’s something he absolutely read in Connor and Richard’s faces and attitude. When they found someone pretty and capable, they put their entire attention on them. She was a lucky lady. 

“I’m going to make a proposition to you, Ona.” Hank blew the smoke upwards, mindful of not letting it hit her. Ona was silently grateful for that.

“An indecent one?” Ona chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head slightly to the side, curious.

“Ah, only if you want it to be, darling.” Hank purred out the pet name. Ona didn’t know she could blush even more. 

“I-I—“

“You make teasing you so easy,” Hank stepped even closer, just tiptoeing on Ona’s personal space. She could smell the expensive cologne, but could feel no warmth radiating off him. Strange. “But that wasn’t what I was going to proposition to you. What about you give me one night?” One night with me, and then you can judge if I am that old.”

Ona felt her heart beat faster. Her mouth felt dry all of the sudden. 

“Well?”

“I barely know you.” But she felt curious. And daring. 

Hank raised his eyebrows, chuckling. She was a stubborn one. Connor will have fun with her. 

“Well, what a better chance to know each other than to have a nice dinner together and drinks after?”

Hank made sense, in a way. He was the one interested in meeting her, but she wouldn’t admit out loud she wanted to know more about this mysterious man. Puzzles such as this were a thrill for her, she didn’t become a detective for the paperwork, but for the adrenaline rushing through her veins when faced with a dangerous case, a bloody trail begging to be solved, the satisfaction of seeing behind bars those who thought they could best the law, best her. 

This man was a mystery begging to be solved, too. 

“You know what? Give me your phone.”

Hank’s smile was radiant and just a touch from being predatory, pleased she accepted. He handed his phone to her, watching in satisfaction as she typed her phone number there. 

He couldn’t wait to rub that fact on the younger vampire’s faces. While Richard kept pinning like the romantic dumbass he was, and Connor made excuses to bump into her investigations just to catch a glimpse and a whiff of her scent, Hank managed to get a date. How wonderful their enraged faces are going to be. Thank God he was an older and stronger vampire, more experienced too, or they would have torn him into shreds. 

“I can’t believe I’ve done this, but… there you go. Call me.” Ona handed the phone back, which Hank took with a sparkling smile, showing perfect teeth with a little gap between the front ones that Ona found endearing.  

“Of course I will, darling. Better when your romeo isn’t there wondering why his tricks ain’t working, huh?”

“Oh my god, I forgot about him!” Ona gasped, horrified at herself. Hank barked out a laugh, whole body shaking with it. Ona glanced at the restaurant’s window and then back to Hank. “I-I have to go. Like, right now. Shit.”

Hank took her hand and kissed the back of it. Ona was taken aback from the act and felt her cheeks redden. 

“Go, or I’ll keep you here longer.”

Ona let out an undignified noise while Hank chuckled, taking her hand back and choking out a “bye” as she turned around and got inside again. In her shock she didn’t notice the frozen cold touch of his lips against her skin. 

Hank stomped out the butt of the cigarette, taking out his phone and going through the contact’s list. His eyes twinkled in amusement. 

“Ona 🌊”

Hank walked back to his car, whistling a random tune with a spring in his steps. It was a pretty name, very fitting also. 

Connor and Richard were indeed not pleased that Hank passed his hand over their faces. He dangled the phone in his hand, knowing how the brothers wanted to throw his phone to the fire and stomp on its ashes. 

“Don’t you dare taste her first, Hank.” Connor’s lips were pressed into a tight line. 

“I wouldn’t even think about it, knowing how much you want her.” He did want to taste her blood, but he wasn’t that evil towards the brothers. 

“You will regret it if you do.” Richard’s icy stare would have sent shivers down his spine if he knew he couldn’t fight him and win. 

Hank groaned, tired of the silly possessiveness they felt towards the human. He went to the mini bar and poured himself a drink. 

“I won’t drink her blood, for now, but if you don’t move your goddamn asses, I will be drinking something else.”

Hank felt the poisoned daggers the brothers were stabbing him with their eyes. They were enamored by that tiny human, and couldn’t think straight when her blood was present.

“If you don’t want me to do neither, do something yourselves.”

Connor and Richard stood up, lips curved into a snarl and their fists tight. They disappeared into their own rooms, probably to sulk. Hank sighed, shaking his head.

He had a dinner date to plan. 

#dbh #detroit become human #hank anderson #rk800 #rk900 #hank anderson x oc #hank anderson x reader #rk800 x oc #rk900 x oc #vampire hank #vampire rk800 #vampire rk900 #vampire au #mius writes

[stevenuniversetanzanite]

Fallen Angel (Venable X reader) Part 3

General Notice: I’m trying to get more works out during this time that is rough for all of us. That being said I am trying to keep it's quality up.

I googled Ms Venable’s cane to find out what the topper was for like one line in this chapter and boy was I not disappointed. Also, I am going to post the first chapter of the prequel later tonight. I’ll shove the link under and at the end if you want to check that.

Prequel Link: The Angel Among Us (Cordelia x reader) Plot: The event’s leading up to Y/N joining Michael and the Cooperative. 

Summary/idea: Two strangers come to ‘save’ the occupants of outpost 3. Neither are what they seem.

Warnings: N/A

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 (Will add as I go)

It was the first time you had been up at mealtime since the first day. You decided to grace the dinner hall with your presence. Upon entering Venable commanded two of the greys to get you a meal and a chair and place it at the end of the table opposite her. It was the only vacant spot unless you did some shuffling the chairs around. 

 You had no problem with where you were placed. It allowed you to chat with the nearby purples while occasionally glancing up to see Venable deciphering you. 

 You were too much and yet too little. A hindrance to her whole way of running and yet the few rules you followed you followed to a T. She should kill you, save any trouble you could cause but she didn’t mind your presence. Not to mention they would have to deal with Michael as well. 

 It was better to leave you alive for now. You may still have something useful in you. 

 After last night, her tolerance to your presence changed. For a moment, she was warming up to you. Were you eccentric? For sure but it was tolerable.

 You wouldn’t look at her after her examination, she disgusted you, or so her mind had led her to believe. She couldn’t see a noticeable change in your behaviour besides you being awake and present for dinner. 

 You got stuck into your cube the moment it was placed before you. Venable watched eyes glued onto your every move as you indulged in your mediocre cube. You acted like it was the best meal you had in years. 

 "So, Ms L/N, tell us about yourself." Venable said. This was the first time she actively sought out a conversation during mealtime. All the occupants looked around at each other confused but remained silent.

 "There's not much to say-"

 "You always seem to have a comment to make in the most mundane of things, I'm sure you can come up with something."

 "Alright? Uh~" you tried to remember what you were going to say. There was so much, maybe too much to tell. "My childhood was uneventful, I went to finishing school in New Orleans, didn't do too much for me clearly, uh, left, and ended up getting hired there. It's been a boring journey. I'm sure yours was more interesting, I mean the head of an outpost, that's pretty impressive."

 "Well-"

 "That or it was pure coincidence." Venable choked on her food.

 "Pardon." Venable was offended.

 "Just like the Gallants' -and Coco's assistant Mallory- I know all about her." You adjusted yourself in your chair into a power sitting position. "I'm sure it was pure coincidence that Coco's family were on vacation at the time of the apocalypse and not some external sources doing."

 "What are you in about?" Coco asked.

 "Nothing," you said innocently. 

 Did the Cooperative plan all of this or was this another one of your mind games? Venable thought.

 You messed with Emily's mind the first day you met the purples, talking about how you couldn't get all the information you needed via interview. When Venable thought about it, maybe you weren't joking. It made perfect sense- well no it didn't but nothing about you did. You were playing a game of good cop and bad cop. Michael, hellbent on the interview structure and always having his way while you weren’t so picky on how you got your information. You were most likely analysing everyone and feeding your findings back to the man, seeing if they were being honest. 

 Or were you more like an angel and a devil? You weren't so keen on following Langdon's rules and were hell-bent on studying up trouble for him, considering putting him to Venable.

 You played with fire, bringing up her unconventional means of landing her current job. What she didn't expect was for you to question the Gallants', Coco's and someone named Mallory- must have been grey. No one needed to know about her past which you knew an alarming amount about. She decided to approach you about your misbehaviour. If you were going hang around here, you were going to be treated for your crimes.

 You tried to walk to your haven when a cane blocked your path. You smirked to yourself. 

 "Wipe that smug look off your face this instant," Venable said. without having to see your face she knew your reaction. "How dare you question my authority?"

 "I didn't question your authority, you can boss me around any day, I only suggested you weren't as qualified as others." That was as bad if not worse, Venable thought. 

 "You think you can wreck my reputation without consequences," Venable snarled. 

 "So, I did strike a nerve? I thought you would be above this."

 "Shut up for once in your goddamn life."

 "What do you intend to do if I don't?" She didn't respond. "That's what I thought. You're just as bland as the rest of them. I should have-"

 "Fuck you."

 "Fuck you too-"

 "I answered your question. Into my office now!"

 You spun around and raised your eyebrow, "Wait- what?" This had to be a joke. Maybe you were still asleep.

 "You wanted me so badly earlier, was that all a game?"

 "Wait- you actually bite?" From her records you found have thought she was aro or ace or something. 

 "Oh, I can and so much more," she growled. It was off, an underlying level of uncomfortableness to it. Maybe you were right? Or- OH MY GOD- HAS SHE EVEN-

 “You’re bluffing,” you said calmly. “Right?” She wasn’t. “No.”

 “What?!” Venable was in disbelief. Were you telling her no? Really? After all you're forcing yourself out you reject your chance. “You had no problem galivanting about earlier. Is it my deformity?”

 “V, I don’t give a shit about your back as long as it doesn’t hurt you.”

 She hasn't caught on that you'd done a similar thing before with the wine. You would play your game and when you get her attention to say no, wanting something else instead. This time, you didn't want a physical thing like wine but for her to be comfortable, something you could tell she wasn't.

 “What about last night?”

 “What about it?”

 “You- aren’t you disgusted? By it? By me?” 

 “Did I give you that impression? I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to- I was...” Venable waited for whatever excuse you were coming up with. “I was having a problem with Michael- uh, I mean Mickey.” 

 “Would you…" She wasn't sure how to do this, "like to talk about it?”

 You looked around the hallway. “You’re office still available?” She nodded. You allowed her to lead, setting the pace of how fast you walked.

 Rested in the spare office chair in Venable’s office, you yanked your skirt up so you could sit cross-legged in your chair. You rubbed your hands rigorously together trying to warm them up. The fireplace was on the other side of the room. So long to being warm. You settled down when the redhead's attention was comfortably in her chair. She sighed, happy to relieve some of the pain of standing upright. You half-smiled, erasing the smile from your face when her attention is shifted to you. You decided against looking at her, raw emotions relating to your pain and suffering felt different to delivering a snide comment or even your bubbly normal self- as normal as your life has been the last thirty-odd years.

 “Are your having a falling out?”

 “Hmm~” you hummed. Your attention was transfixed on the fireplace. Your hand’s subconsciously rubbing your arm trying to create some heat. It was the first time in the outpost you’d worn something sleeveless. “He just gets on my nerves is all.” The light from the fireplace lit half of your face with its warm orange glow. The shadows enhanced your soft features on your sombre expression. 

 Venable couldn’t help but be transfixed by your beauty under the fireplace’s light. Curled up in her spare office chair, disheartened by the previous day’s events, your attention on to her. Unlike last night, she didn’t mind. She was witnessing a rare beauty, something she had yet to witness before. The chaotic energy of Ms L/N subdued. She knew somewhere in you there was a soft yet less dysfunctional human.

 “Have you ever been in love?” You asked. 

 Venable was taken aback by the question. It was out of nowhere. Unless- where you and Michael a thing? She didn’t think he was your type, or you his. She couldn’t have missed the signs. She would have noticed something like that by now. You barely spent your time together, only a few hours a night if that.

 “Can’t say I have.”

 “You aren’t missing out on much.” You turned further away from her. You were now sitting completely sideways in your chair, huddled up, your head leant up against the backing of the seat. Less of your face was visible. Venable wished you would face her. “It’s a vile feeling. It infects your mind so it’s the only thing you think about.” You continued to rub your hands together. “I thought I was in love once. I wasn’t myself.” Literally.

 “What happened?”

 “The same as everyone else. We had a falling out.” You breathed into your hands hoping your breath would warm you up. “Conflicting morals.”

 “Are you cold?” Venable asked. 

 “Nah, it’s fine.” you turned to look at her face. Her staple stone-cold expression replaced with concern, doe-eyed look. She was simply adorable. Thanks be to the devil that she couldn’t read minds, or you’d be dead.

 'Kill what it wants.’ Michael's words echoed in your mind, ‘Kill Venable.' You couldn't bear the thought of doing such a thing, but you weren't sure siding with Michael was the best. Yes, you were partner's in this whole orchestration of this plan, but did you have to join him in the first place? You had a good life, a girlfriend, a 'family' of sorts, it all seemed fine for years… but it was all a lie. You were living someone else's life- not literally, you were in your body. Your life was written, your experiences and interests weren't yours. You were rewritten. It could only be compared to whatever had happened to Mallory and Coco. You knew the supreme or whoever survived brainwashed them. Coco was never that insufferable. 

  “You can move closer to the fire.” Venable played with the raven skull topper of her cane, twirling it about absentmindedly. 

 “It’s fine.”

 Venable sighed. She didn’t realise you were going to be stubborn. Something compelled her to beckon you closer. The atmosphere for the room was peaceful, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and your occasional sigh. From the moment you walked in the room smelt of your scent. It was truly intoxicating how everything was about you in that moment. She had everything but your attention. Your mind caught in a dream of the past and of someone who wasn’t her. 

 “Come here.” You looked at her confused. She repeated herself in a more commanding tone. Warily, you shuffled closer. Your fragrance got stronger the closer you got. Venable wondered how even though you were significantly taller than her, you managed to be cute. From the way you dressed, to the way you acted you had her captivated.

 Once by her side, she said, “Sit.” You sat down where you were. She meant on her lap, but this would do for now. “Shuffle closer.” You followed orders. She gently moved your head to lean against her outer thing. She brushed her hand through your hair, untangling some of the notes with her free hand. The other hand still playing with her cane. You went to speak but was hushed by Venable telling you to relax.

 “You're surprising good at this,” you thought aloud.

 “I know how to care for people, I’m not heartless.” Venable continued to run her hand through her hair, taking care not to tug it. “You should dress more appropriately. As much as I like your outfit, it’s not appropriate for winter. Where did you even get this outfit?”

 You shrugged, “Found it.” You moved your head. Venable was bemused by it. “That reminds me. I have a gift.” You leapt up and stuck out your hand. 

 “What is it?”

 “You’ll have to follow me to see.”

 She took your ice-cold hand and allowed you to guide her through the halls she ruled for months now. What could you show her that she hadn’t already seen? If it were a simple material gift, couldn’t you have brought it to her instead of the other way around?

 “I was the main person in charge of fulfilling all your odd requests,” you informed her. “I studied the layout knowing that one day I would have to come here.” You mentioned that the school belonged to an elite boys’ school as she already knew. You added the information she didn’t know. “The boys were all murdered back in 2018 allowing me plenty of time to mess around with the infrastructure. Knowing that I would have to visit this place, I designed a little getaway. I think you’ll like it, it’s the only room with functioning power.”

 Your words explained a few of her questions about you. The main one being how you knew so much about her and what she’s been doing here. You’d help orchestrate it. Unlike Michael who only found out about her rule-breaking here, you’d would have predicted it, only having your suspicions confirmed here.

 She was led to a bookcase in the library. The purples didn’t appreciate literature as much as Venable leaving the room vacant of people. “I knew the library was here, how is this room special?”

 “You’ve clearly never read the great works of… The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump (Unabridged)? What the fuck this?” You looked at the cover. You had expected some post-apocalyptic book there or hell even the holy bible would be funny, but this? “Oh, bless, it wasn’t written by him, I didn’t want him ruining poetry for me too.” You slid your hand where the book was feeling around for a button. Once found you pressed it, opening a secret door. You shoved the book back in its place before allowing the redhead to enter the room ahead of yourself.

 Venable stepped into the darkness, you kept close behind. Only when the door had been sealed had the light switched on.

 Light scattered across the room appearing like little shards of light on the walls and flooring. The chandelier spun slowly moving the light about like a disco ball. The floor was one for dancing in ballrooms. An expensive piano sat in the corner of the room. The room was laid out like an auditorium, a stage at the back with a massive pull-down projector screen. A door was wide open revealing a busted looking generator. You close the door saying, “I was working on that last night, I must have forgotten to close the door.”

 “Is this where you come at night?”

 “No. I’m usually here during the day when I can't sleep.”

 “How often is that?”

 “I haven't even showed you the best part yet.” You ignored her question, dashing to the door beside the generates room. “Open it.”

 Venable did. Instead the room was a desk with three monitors all pointing towards the desk chair. 

 “A computer?”

 “With full internet access.”

 “And that’s good because?”

 “No one’s monitoring it.” You said over her shoulder. “Everything about everything was done online, you can find anything about anyone on there, with no one to stop you.”

 “There would still be passwords-”

 “Oh, look beside the keyboard, a handy book on all the passwords you’d need to any government site. How did that get there?”

 “You want me to use that on Michael?”

 “I’m not telling you what to do. I’m merely giving you the equipment. You can watch cat videos for all I care. However, it may be good for blackmail or getting to know your residents, guests or workers. Again, it’s down to you.” You to stood in silence for a few seconds longer than you should have. You cleared your thought pulling away from the awkward silence. “I could hook up the power to your office if you would like- or bedroom. You can’t mention this room to anyone else, or out there. It’s our little secret. Only we know about its existence or how to get in here.”

 “Why are you showing me this?” Venable asked.

 “I don’t mind your company.” You giggled, “I thought I already established this.”

 You switched from a depressive state to a happy state in what seemed sudden. To be honest, Venable had taken her mind of you briefly to take in the place, she could have missed the build-up.

You lead her to the office chair, so she didn’t need to stand longer than needed. She quietly thanked you.

 You set up the computer for her. You propped yourself up against the arm of the chair, messing with some programs to change the language settings for her. Venable didn’t recognise the language on the monitor. It was nothing like she had ever seen, she would be surprised if it was even from earth. “There. Sorry about that, I should have prepped it for you before I brought you here, but I was way too excited to show you.”

 “It’s no problem Y/N. The fact that your showing me this at all, astounds me.” Your eyes light up at the mention of your first name. She remembered- and even chose to call you that.

 You chuckled. You went to move off the chair when two hands wrapped around your waist tugging you forward. You collapsed into Venable’s lap, “V?”

 “Yes, Y/N?”

 “What are you doing?”

 “If I recall correctly, you were cold earlier. I’m simply trying to warm you up.”

 “Isn’t that usually done naked?”

 Venable froze, “You’re straightforward, aren’t you?”

 “What?” Then it clicked. “Oh~ That’s not what I meant.” Venable didn’t believe you. “I wouldn’t refuse if you wanted to do that,” You said.

 “Maybe another time.” She used your own trick against you.

 “No, that’s no fair~” you whined, playfully hitting Venable.

 “You had your chance tonight.”

 “You’re torture.”

 “I know.”

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Making The Move

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Ghidorah’s three sets of eyes watched with satisfaction as Rodan sat on the floor. He was folding up the laundry like his list of chores had commanded, but he sat in a fashion that made their mouths water. His position showed off the yummy thickness of his thighs and the perfect curves of his ass. Not to mention, he wore some pretty small yet tight booty shorts the captor had gotten for him. 

It was no telling if the Hispanic individual knew the effects he was having on the three-headed being, and the thought of him being blissfully unaware made it all the more arousing. It had been two weeks since Ghidorah had torn and discarded those clothes. He even went as far as making fake blood with a small pinch of Rodan’s own. (The fella had accidentally cut himself while cooking.) Thus far, they were in the total clear. The news, for the most part, said that the case was to be closed, but there were still some annoying few who demanded a body to go along with those clothes. For closure as they’d put it. But Ghidorah knew they’d have to just wait a little longer before Rodan’s absence became nothing more than a failed mission that’ll be overshadowed by some scandal. 

“Can we have pizza tonight?” His sweet voice snapped the three from their trance. 

“Huh?” Kevin asked. 

“Pizza,” Rodan repeats with a shy smile. “There was a commercial and it just made me want some. I mean if not that’s fine, I can still cook up the spaghetti I said-” 

“We can do pizza.” Ichi instantly booms, too caught up by the adorable voice of Rodan. Funny how art first the three almost hated it. It was a bit rough to hear. The voice of a guy who’s been through shit. But the longer he stayed the softer it got. It honestly sounded more natural than that thick tough-guy tone he first pulled. “What do you like on it?”

“Plain pepperoni or cheese is fine.” He replies before getting back to folding the clothes. Ichi nods and motions for Ni to order the food. Ni was a lot better at talking to people over the phone. He had to patience and voice for it. Alas, they could never make a phone call sitting down. They needed to move. 

So they walked towards the kitchen, pacing in circles as Ni calmed told the people how he wanted the pizza and how he expected it to be on time or else he won’t pay. He also adds a little prize too to make sure that their pizza is the very best.

Rodan deserves the very best after all.

When the order is completed and the phone call ends, they sit down and sigh. Stress has been a recent guest in their household. They were still making good funds while gaining a few lackeys, but the overall hype is slowly dying. They had Rodan. They had something to lose and couldn’t be as careless anymore. They needed a new way to make money soon or things were going to get real dicey. 

From the living room hear that godamn annoying commercial. It was the one about insurance or something. Regardless of its purpose, they hated the jingle. It absolutely catchy and took forever to get out of your head. So as they stormed back in there, ready to angrily change the channel, Ghidorah stops.

Rodan dances around, moving his hips and laughing. 

“Yeah yeah get your protection!! Death is free!! But pay our prices, don’t roll those dices, saving your whole family!!” He seemingly knew the jingle by heart and looked as if he enjoyed it. Ghidorah just watches, awestruck and impressed. Their eyes wander down his body and a part of them hardens. Oh wait, THAT part of them hardens. It’s been six months, going on seven now, maybe it was finally the right time to make a move. 

“Nice dance moves.” Kevin interrupts with a snarky tone. Ichi bites his horns in retaliation for ruining the moment. Rodan pauses before laughing nervously. 

“Oof, you three saw that? Heh, well now you know I have no rhythm.” He returns to his previous position on the floor and starts folding again. The two bothers scold Kevin for ruining their fun, but he just kept a stupid grin on his face. 

For another 20 minutes, they sit down in relative silence with the only sounds coming from the tv. That is until the doorbell rings. Ni snorts at the determination of the pizza guy.

When they answer the door, they are greeted by a baby faced little dragon. He couldn’t be any older than 17 at the most. He nervously handed over the pizza before standing there like a dork. 

“I paid over the phone. You can go.” Ni told him but the guy just shook his head and held his hand out. “Oh fuck, yeah the prize. Bold little dude.” Ghidorah walks away from the door, forgetting to close it while they went to go get the jewel the promised. That’s when the nosy bastard leaned in and saw Rodan sitting on the floor. 

The kid’s eyes shot out his head as he began to drool a little. Geez, whoever that was had a nice ass!! Just then, a shadow is over him, and he looks up with a gulp. 

“Fuck the prize. Were you just gawking at my husband?” Ni said, just low enough to where the guy could hear but Rodan was left in the dark. The guy quickly shook his head. 

“N..no sir...sirs!! I would never-”

“Get the fuck out of our faces,” Kevin growled before slamming the door in the kid’s face. Rodan is startled a little and looks toward the large being. 

“Everything okay? Did the pizza come?” He asked curiously as the three heads threw on fake smiles. 

“It was just a huge bug was on the door and we didn’t want it coming in.” Kevin lied. “But yeah, the pizza’s here.” Rodan smiled and skipped towards the kitchen, happy to enjoy a meal he hadn’t tasted in so long.

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“What’s with the face bro?” A voice asked the dragon as he walked back into the pizza shop. The dragon chuckles and walks back behind the counter, washing off his hands and preparing to make some fresh dough.

“Went to that Ghids order or whatever’s place to deliver his shit. Well, turns out the bastard has three heads.” His friend’s eyes widened. “Yeah, bro. THREE!”

“A hydra?! Dude I thought those folks went extinct years ago.” The mammal based friend responds. The dragon nods his head. 

“But that’s not all. Bastard got a nice ass husband. And I mean nice ass~.” His friend laughs a little. “I’m serious. It wasn’t super phat but fuck man those curves were no joke. Damn tease was wearing some sweet booty shorts.”

“Hold up, before you go any further into detail, what species we talking bout? Cause my little guy only launches for certain folks.” 

“ Pteranodon I think. Mostly due to the horns and the tail. Had his wings retracted though so that’s a bummer.” His friend once again gives him a surprised look. 

“Bro! Those fuckers are the best fucks. They a kinky species. Blade said he fucked one once a few years back, though I think he’s lying. Ain’t a lot of them left though so that Ghid bastard lucked up.” The mammal sighs and puts the pizza in the oven.

“Man imagine having a husband that fine. I tell ya he wouldn’t step foot out my house. I’d have him walk around with no clothes or sexy lingerie for sure. Mmm, might even snatch up a cutie like that if I saw him on the streets.” The dragon licks his lips as he daydreams. 

“You’re a crazy dude. Well, good thing he’s with someone who loves him and clearly gained consent and not a crazy kidnapper like you.”  The two laugh and continue on with the last few orders of the night. 

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Ghidorah leans against the front of the shower, each head panting softly. A sense of dread and anxiety washed over them. Rodan had been spotted; had been stared at! And they did little more than giving that bastard a door to the face. There weren’t many pteranodons left, especially in this city, and despite the discarded clothes, there were still people looking for Rodan. If the damn idiot ran his mouth then rumors would start and people would talk and then form conspiracies and before they knew it cops would be busting down their door and dragging their sweet Rodan away from them. 

“Should...should we try now?” Kevin asked with an unsteady voice. “Before it’s too late. Go ahead and mark him. That way if the cops come they-”

“Marking won’t stop them separating a captive from their captor. No matter how we or he phrases it, we’ll be separated.” Ni replies with a saddened tone. There was a feeling in their chest that they hated more than anything. 

Fear.

For the first time, it appeared the world was crashing around them. For the first time, they actually worried about a future beyond their own. 

They hear the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of clothes falling on the ground. They don’t look up to see what it is until the shower door opens and Rodan steps inside; completely nude. 

“R..rodan!” Kevin blushed as did the others. But Rodan held a determined look as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes were trained on the large soul in front of him.

“Touch me.”

The three heads though they legit died for a moment. Did he really just? No! Wait is he? Was this?

“I want you Ghidorah.” The words were like bullets to each head and as Rodan pressed his body against theirs it was being more and more clear that this was in fact real life.

“We...we want you too,” Kevin responds on behalf of his brothers who are too awestruck to speak. Rodan smiles before guiding their hands on his body. 

“I’m yours.”

Needless to say, the water wasn’t the only thing steaming that night.  

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Chapter 7: Feyre

The prick told me I should have nothing to worry about so why am I hesitating? It was 11 am on Sunday, exactly when Mor told me to be at her place. I’m not a person who likes to be late, but here I am, hesitating like a coward.

Quit being ridiculous and knock, I scolded myself, forcing my fist to raise. Before my second knock was done echoing, Mor flung the door open, a bright smile already lighting her face.

“Feyre! Come in!” her voice matched her face, no trace of hostility or suspicion.  As soon as I was over the threshold, she was putting a mimosa in my hand and sweeping back to her kitchen. Mor’s apartment was the complete opposite of Rhys’s, light streaming in from tall windows and open spaces giving the whole room a breathable feeling. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the wall of weapons, nearly as extensive as her cousin’s.

I found myself sipping from the glass before I could stop myself. The drink was cool and sweet, better than Lucien’s mimosas but I could never tell him that (it would break his heart). Mor had returned to whatever task she was doing in the kitchen before I knocked.

“Your home is beautiful,” I commented, idly wandering around, taking in the Velaris skyline and abstract art placed along the walls.

“Thank you! Much better than Rhys’s I think.” I chuckled with her.

“Anything I can do to help?” tearing my eyes away from the art and steering my body back to the kitchen. Fresh fruit was already diced and mixed, bacon was almost done frying on the stove, next to a pile of pancakes. My stomach let out a growl at the spread of food.

“Nope!” Mor chirped, her lips popping at the end of the word, “I’m just about done here. You can carry the champagne and OJ to the balcony and I’ll join you in a sec.” She turned back to the stove, leaving me to follow her instructions.

Carefully weaving through the furniture, I headed towards the already open doors. The slow sounds of a city Sunday drifted up the building walls, sunshine peeked through the clouds, making it warm enough outside to enjoy the cool breeze. Mor’s balcony large enough to accommodate a white, iron table and four chairs, along with two chaise lounges and several potted plants. Everything was casual but thoughtfully chosen, meant for comfort and relaxation.

I set the drinks down on the table before walking to the railing. Below, Velaris spread out for blocks, a perfect vantage point of downtown a few blocks away to the right and a park sprawling to the left. Peaceful, comfortable, something you don’t expect from the Third of this city’s most notorious crime syndicate.

The clinking of plates behind me drew me from my musing, reminding me that said Third was making me brunch. I sat down at the table with her, trying to subtly watch her dish up a heaping plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit before topping off my mimosa.

“Cheers!” she intoned, clinking my raised glass to hers before drinking deeply and then attacking her food. Stop being ridiculous, she’s shown no sign of wanting to harm you so just eat the food and stop thinking it’s poisoned. I speared a strawberry on my fork and combined it with a bit of pancake, syrup dripping off of it. I had to physically stop myself from moaning. Like the dinner on Friday, the food was simple but exquisite.

“So Feyre,” she drawled, pulling me out of my reverie, “What lead you to become a cop?”

A simple question, one that she couldn’t do much harm in knowing. “My mother was murdered when I was young, so I wanted to become someone who could prevent or catch the villains that do that.” The simple statement left me feeling raw, perhaps it was the understanding that pooled in Mor’s eyes. Someone who had lost everything too. Mor only nodded, not offering the usual “I’m sorry”, knowing that the words would ring hollow in my ears.

There were a few minutes of silence after that question, Mor allowing me to silently gather myself again. At that point, most of the food was gone along with the champagne. The buttery sunlight combined with the pleasant buzz of alcohol left me feeling full and a bit sleepy. Mor was easy to be around, no sign of that unyielding queen from Friday night.

“Why is she coming to Velaris?” I asked quietly. It was the one question that was bothering me. We weren’t the capital of Prythian, too far north to be a strategic place to launch an invasion, even if the country itself wasn’t so large and powerful.

Mor knew who I was asking about, grimacing as she thought of the adversary. “We don’t know,” she admitted with a scowl, upset at their lack of knowledge. “At first, we thought it was because she had found us and were hunting us down because we escaped. Amren knocked that thought out of our heads, even though Rhys’s parents had money, they were only connected to politics through friends. Then we thought it was because she wanted to invade Prythian,” ah-ha, “but the continent is huge and would be nearly impossible to successfully take over.”

Mor tensely shrugged her shoulders, as if trying to shake off her annoyance, “Best we can figure now is that she got bored of terrorizing one country and wants a new challenge.”

“Shit,” I muttered, it was one thing to be dealing with everyday thugs and murderers, but it was a whole new ballgame to be fighting a crazy woman with a history of coups.

“Shit indeed,” Mor agreed, clinking her empty glass against mine. “I’m opening another bottle, you gonna help me drink it?”

I loosed a tight chuckle from my chest, “Sure, I’ve got nothing to do today,” lie, but my research isn’t going anywhere. I helped gather up the empty dishes and took them back to the kitchen where Mor was digging through a small wine cooler built into the counter.

“Just set them in the sink and I’ll take care of them later,” she called over her shoulder. The ceramic clattered against each other, nearly masking the knock that came from the door. Mor’s head popped out from behind the fridge door, glaring at whoever was disturbing her time with a new friend.

“I can get it,” I said, striding towards the entryway, peeping through the eyehole. I groaned at who was standing on the other side. “Mor! It’s your idiot cousin!” I shouted back towards her. “I heard that,” came the muffled voice. I ignored it, waiting for Mor’s response.

Mor echoed me groan before waving a hand, “Let him in.”

I twisted the handle, swinging it open enough to glare at him, twin to the look he first gave me when I showed up on his doorstep that handful of nights ago.

He was dressed casually enough in dark wash jeans and a graphic t-shirt, but still looked so unfairly good, nonetheless.

He smirked at my face, “I believe she said I could come in.”

I ground my teeth at his voice, his tone, and swung the door open fully and walked away, leaving him to shut it. Mor had already refilled my glass and I welcomed the sweet drink.

“To what do I owe the honor, cousin?” Mor drawled, taking a sip from her own glass, drawing attention to how she didn’t pour him one. Rhys was unfazed by this, beelining to the cabinet and snagging a glass for himself. Swiping the champagne from the counter before Mor could hide it, he poured himself a glass and took a sip before answering. “Do I need a reason to come and see my favorite cousin?” smirking at her.

“No,” Mor sniffed, “but did you have to do it while I was having girl time with our new favorite cop friend?”

“That’s precisely why I came,” he said with a wink towards me. I shoved down the blush that was surely from the alcohol, prick. “I needed to make sure you didn’t start telling embarrassing childhood stories of me.”

“Well now that you mention it…,” Mor started on a story of how Rhys ended up in a pool stark naked on a dare. How she managed to tell the story with Rhys chasing her around the apartment was a miracle to me. By the end, we were all in stitches from laughter.

His eyes glow blue when he’s laughing, the thought snuck into my mind. No, Feyre, don’t you dare.

Rhys responded to Mor’s story with one of his own. Now he was the one being chased by a winded and slightly tipsy Mor while telling me about how she tried asking a girl out for the first time and ended up in the school fountain. I would have felt bad for her with him telling that story, but Mor and the girl ended up dating for a year after that.

Late morning bled into early evening, more food been made that afternoon and Cas and Azriel arrived at some point when they found out that Rhys and Mor were trying to out-embarrass the other in front of me. Cassian had a million and one stories of them being young and stupid, but it was always Azriel that got the biggest laughs. The combination of his quiet demeanor and dry humor coaxed us all into a lull before delivering the punchline unexpectedly.

“So glad that you all are enjoying yourselves,” the cold voice came from behind.

“Shit!”

“What the fuck!”

“Aiiiiiieeeee!” (that high-pitch scream came from Cassian)

We all jumped to our feet, Cassian, Mor, and Rhys reaching for their weapons while Az and I took up defensive stances. There, standing five foot flat, was Amren, glaring at us all with her arms crossed.

“Amren,” Rhys recovering first, “How did you get in?”

She only raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said sweetly, surveying the general disarray of the living room.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes to sober up, a shipment from Amarantha will be here tonight and we need to be there to intercept it,” she informed us, spinning on her heel to march out of the front door.

Cas and Az got on their phones, calling whomever they needed to get into position. Mor disappeared into her bedroom, presumably to change.

I stood and watched the family jump into action. Rhys appeared beside me, prompting me to look up at him with a questioning look.

“You don’t have to come, I can fill you in later.” “No, I need to see what we’re up against,” I said firmly. Rhys scanned my face and nodded.

“Mor will have a change of clothes you can borrow,” he nodded in the direction of her room. I returned his nod and started towards it, squaring my shoulders against the shit storm that was about to hit.

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[dancingwithdylan21]

Puppy Love

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him inside of a Jeep that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor. 

Pairing: cop!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?”

~

“Murphy!”

You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting his fluffy ass into trouble. He’s a 100lb German Shepherd and he’s worse than a little kid for Christ’s sake. You really should be able to keep track of him by now.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. Murphy’s a troublemaker for sure, he always needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

“Murphy! Playtime’s over. Let’s go!” You hear a quick bark and your eyes land on a familiar blue Jeep that’s always parked across the street from you. Oh shit.

Murphy is sprawled out on the black back seat of your neighbor Stiles’ pristine looking car. He’s new to the neighborhood so you don’t know him that well. You do know that he’s insanely good looking and that he really loves this Jeep. Wonderful. Your foolish dog is lounging inside of Stiles’ pride and joy.

You run across the street and immediately lean over into the backseat, you try to coax Murphy out but he’s being a stubborn fucker. You’re practically crawling across the seat to grab his collar, your ass is sticking up in the air and of course you’re wearing your pajamas. You’re pretty sure you look freaking ridiculous.

Next thing you know, someone is loudly clearing their throat and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You reluctantly spin around and there he is, the delicious man known as Stiles Stilinski. Wearing a tight grey Henley and ripped dark wash jeans with combat boots only laced up half way.

Damn does he look good.

You’re suddenly very aware that your pajama pants are covered in purple cats and that you have an over-sized Family Guy t-shirt on as well. Awesome.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Stiles doesn’t even speak, his eyes just slowly rake over you before he focuses his attention back on the large intruder in his backseat. You snap out of your awkwardness (barely) and jump into a rushed explanation.

“I'm so sorry! Murphy likes to slip out of the house and explore without my knowledge. I came out and noticed that he climbed into your car. I’m trying to get him out now.” You finally take a breath, silently telling yourself to just relax for the love of god.

Stiles bends over a bit and watches as Murphy rests adorably in his backseat. A warm smile appears like he’s remembering a happy memory, “He seems pretty cool. I love Shepherds. I had one growing up named Bullet.” Stiles finishes with a chuckle and it makes you do the same.

“Besides it’s kinda my fault, I just ran inside to get some paper towels.” Your neighbor holds up the roll in his hand. “I left the doors open cause I’m cleaning out the Jeep.”

“This dog is just very nosy.” You add shyly. “Nothing looks ruined but I want to pay to get it detailed just in case.”

“No it’s ok, Y/N. I mean if this happened after I cleaned out my car then I would’ve reacted differently.” He glares playfully at you.

“Oh ok. Thanks for not freaking out.” You grin feeling relieved.

Stiles gives a quick nod then pats his leg as he calls Murphy’s name, the dog automatically jumps up and out of the car without any effort. “Seriously?” You laugh softly. “At least you listen to someone, Murphy.”

Stiles gestures to your cozy pajamas, “Having a lazy Sunday, huh?”

“It’s only like Noon, dude. Don’t judge. I was up late binge watching Shameless.” You mention slightly insecure.

With an amused expression Stiles pops the hood of his car, “No judgement here, Y/N. I’m just used to girls who won’t leave the house unless their hair and makeup is done.” He shrugs at you. That’s weird. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d want to deal with a high maintenance chick.

“Huh. Let me guess…they wear their makeup to bed too?” You giggle while Stiles tilts his head with a knowing smile.

“Are you speaking from experience, Y/N?” He says in a teasing voice.

“Who me? Nah…ok maybe.” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t wear my makeup to bed though! I just always wanted to be made up when I left the house.”

Stiles hums and squints his eyes like he’s trying to figure you out. He’s too gorgeous. You almost feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to look directly at him.

The brown eyed ruiner closes the hood and all the doors on his car, now giving you his full attention, “So what changed?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another day.” You smirk at him.

“Well…” Stiles crouches down in front of Murphy and holds his face, “I think you and mom should join me for lunch. How does that sound, buddy?” He then glances up at you and you freeze. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and you decide to just nod in response.

“Sweet. Do you like hot dogs? I was gonna grill some and I have pasta salad and corn on the cob too.”

A sexy man that cooks? Hell yeah. “Sure, sounds good. I’m gonna go change then I’ll be over.” You tell him already walking away.

“Make sure you bring Murphy!” Stiles shouts as you’re about to enter your house. Son of a bitch. He probably likes the dog more than you. That would be your luck.

You quickly change into faded jean shorts and a hot pink tank top, opting out of doing your hair and makeup. You decide that you don’t need to impress Stiles, even if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. After one last nervous check in the mirror, you grab Murphy and his favorite tennis ball then make your way back across the street.

~

Stiles’ front door flies open seconds after your hand hits the wood, it catches you off guard and it makes Murphy bark with excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was anxiously waiting for your arrival.

The brown eyed stunner ushers you through his surprisingly homey living room and brings you into the kitchen. The smell of vanilla hits your senses as you move around his house and it thankfully calms your nerves a bit.

“Want a beer, Y/N? I have this new pumpkin ale stuff. I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Stiles asks opening his refrigerator.

You saunter over and peek your head in, “Oh! I’ve had that before. It’s pretty good.”

Stiles hands you one with a wink, “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He grins then moves towards the back door. “The pasta salad is done. I just need to grill the hot dogs and the corn on the cob.”

You and the pup follow your new neighbor outside into his backyard and you can’t keep your eyes off of his effortless swagger, every move the man makes is just sexy.

“Need any help?” You take a seat on the nearby patio and watch as he starts up the grill.

“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty, hun.” Stiles smirks your way. You roll your eyes but can’t stop yourself from smiling at the compliment.

“So I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, Y/N. Give me some dirt. The neighbors I’ve met so far seem nice but things are never what they seem.”

“Hm let’s see. Have you met Al yet? He lives a few doors down in the green house?” Stiles shakes his head no and waits for you to continue.

“Well…he suspiciously looks like Santa Clause. And he weirdly disappears around Christmas time.” You try to stifle a laugh.

Stiles tears his eyes away from the grill and shoots you a funny look, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No actually I’m not.” You chuckle. “It’s strange as fuck but he’s definitely a nice guy. Doesn’t bother anyone.”

“So I may or may not live near Santa. I can work with that.” Stiles snickers before taking a swig of his beer.

Murphy stops exploring the yard and comes running over with his tennis ball but instead of bringing it to you, he drops it in front of Stiles.

“Wow Murphy actually likes you.” You say without thinking.

Stiles pretends to be offended, “Gee, thanks!”

“Oh no! I just mean that Murphy doesn’t usually warm up to guys so easily. He’s always been that way. Not sure why, maybe a protective thing?” You shrug your shoulders.

“Murphy’s a smart boy. He can tell I’m awesome.”  Stiles adds with a crooked smile.

“Or maybe he’s just having an off day.” You sass with a straight face. Stiles breaks out into a full body laugh and it’s literally the best sound you’ve ever heard

“I’m just kidding!” You giggle at him. “Murphy likes you and you like him. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I definitely like him.” Stiles licks his lips as he walks towards you. “But I have to admit, I like his mom a lot more.”

As if that admission didn’t make you completely melt inside, you give Stiles a quick smile and then pop up, “ Yeah I’m pretty awesome myself.”

~

With the yummy food grilled and the patio table set, you and Stiles finally sit down to eat while Murphy lounges in the shade. Part of you is thrilled because you’re starving, the other part is bummed you can no longer admire his muscles while he mans the grill.

“So what do you do for work, Y/N?” Stiles questions before taking a big bite of his mustard covered hot dog.

“I’m an event planner.” “Oh nice.” He delivers a cute smile. “That sounds fun.” “Yeah it is. What about you?” You attractively mumble with a mouth full of corn on the cob.

“I’m a cop.” Stiles tells you with a confident expression. No fucking way. You didn’t think it was possible for this man to get any hotter. You’re now on the verge of drooling because the sexy as hell image of him in a uniform appears in your head.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ deep voice yanks you back to reality. “Earth to Y/N.” “Oh! Uh that’s cool.” You answer sheepishly, tucking a few strands behind your ear which is a nervous habit of yours. With a squint of his eyes and a purse of his lips, Stiles’ curious side is now making an appearance, “What were you thinking about?” He stares intently at you.

Fuck it. “That you probably look really good in your uniform.” You mention casually.

An amused expression overtakes his handsome face, he leans over the table and whispers, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. I even have a gun to go with it.” You don’t trust yourself to speak, so instead your dorky self just looks down and starts giggling. Your reaction causes Stiles to laugh and sit back in his chair, he’s getting a kick out of making you blush. An enticing thought pops into your head, naturally you blurt it out before you can catch yourself, “So that means you have handcuffs.” You must be bright red right now as you lock eyes with your surprised neighbor.

“I mean…well…”  Shit. Did you really just say that out loud?! Stiles recovers quickly, instead of shock there’s now a smirk on his face, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, sweetheart.” He shakes his head looking visibly affected by your words. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You rush out before chugging down the rest of your beer. You really need something stronger. “Don’t be sorry.” Stiles chuckles at you. “It’s taking everything in me not to handcuff you to my bed right now.” Holy shit. Now it’s your turn to look fucking shocked. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Y/N.” Stiles flashes a crooked smile. “I really like you so I need to do this right. You’re not some random chick that I met at a bar, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.” He finishes and it makes your body freeze up. Stiles quirks an eyebrow, “You gonna say anything back…” He notices you seem a bit flustered and is unsure on how to proceed from here.

Snapping out of your dumb ass stupor, you successfully come up with a plan within seconds, “Actually can I borrow them?” You say nonchalantly.

“What?” Stiles furrows his brows. “My handcuffs?” “Yeah. I have a date tonight.” You narrow your eyes. “He’s not a pussy so I’m pretty sure he’ll want to use them.” Stiles fails to hold back a strangled growl, “Don’t play games, baby girl.” He challenges with a tilt of his head.

Wow, that didn’t take much. You try not to but you burst out laughing, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” You tease now pinching his cheek. He crumbles his napkin up and throws it at you with a pout on his lips.

You hesitate but then decide to just roll with it, “So do you always use handcuffs in the bedroom, Stilinski?”

Stiles ponders for a second, “It depends on the girl. I definitely don’t break them out with hookups. My real ones anyway. I’ll use the fake plastic ones whenever.”

“Why’s that?” “Because it’s never been a good experience with the real ones. The last girl I used them with started crying.” Stiles replies exasperated. “No she didn’t!” You gasp loudly then erupt into laughter. The police officer shakes his head, “If you pull on the handcuffs too much then they get tighter. I warned her so she wouldn’t hurt her wrists. Of course she didn’t listen and freaked out.”

“Wow. I bet that was fun.” You say sarcastically. “Based on her personality…I shouldn’t have done it. My gut said she wouldn’t like it but she promised she’d be fine.” Stiles lets out a sigh. “She must be so traumatized.” You feign sympathy making your neighbor snicker. Stiles suddenly turns serious, “Do you really have a date tonight, Y/N?” “Yes.” “With who?” He asks with his eyes boring into you. “Jeff.” “How did you meet him?” You raise your eyebrows, “The gym.” “Is it a first date?” “It’s the 4th date.” Stiles scoffs, “What does the guy do?” “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?” You question with wide eyes. “No.” He answers unconvincingly. “How about I take you out tonight instead? We can do whatever you want.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, “I can’t break a date last minute like that. Not unless there’s an emergency or something.” Stiles waves you off, “Just tell him you’re sick. We can try the new Italian place that opened downtown. Or there’s a..” “Wait you’re dead serious?” You cut him off. He just nods. “Stiles, he’s a nice guy. I’d feel bad blowing him off like that. We can pick another day.” You wonder why he’s pushing this. “4th date.” Stiles mutters himself. “So you’ve had sex with him?“ “Really, dude?” You crack a smile at him. This man is really something else. “You didn’t answer the question, Y/N.” “I’m not in custody, officer. So I don’t have to.” You sass back. “I can arrange that ya know.” Stiles crosses his arms and it accentuates his muscles even more, you do your best not to gawk at him. “You’re ridiculous.” You add matter-of-factly. “And you’re sexy.” He grins mischievously. You giggle softly and it makes Stiles’ face light up, it should be illegal the way his eyes are drinking you in right now. The feelings it conjures up makes you feel flushed and fidgety, it’s the perfect time for more alcohol. You spring out of your seat and make your way back into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.

Is it bad that you actually want to cancel tonight? That would be such an asshole move. You do actually like Jeff, he’s a decent guy who’s treated you well so far. But then there’s Stiles, the Adonis that moved in right across the street from you and there’s no denying that there’s an immediate connection.

Lost in your thoughts, you grab a couple of beers out of the fridge then twirl around right into Stiles, you didn’t even hear him follow you in.

“Are you a fucking ninja too? I swear you and Murphy should be best friends.”

Stiles barely reacts, he’s too busy blocking your way so you’re stuck between him and the refrigerator. His delicious scent is starting to fill the small space and you’re trying your hardest to not be affected by it.

“I say we have two options, beautiful.” Stiles leans in closer. “I ask you to be my girlfriend right now and you say yes.” Well this is unexpected.

“Um Stiles…”

“Or you reschedule with Jeff and let me take you out tonight. After that if you still like him then I’ll back off.” “Your crazy is showing, Stilinski.” You try to stifle a laugh, getting a dramatic grunt in return.

“Are you gonna make me beg, woman? Cause I will!” Stiles runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly not used to being in this position. “Why can’t we go out tomorrow? It’s just one more day.” You search his face for the answer, unfortunately your attention focuses in on his gorgeous eyes. “You obviously like Jeff enough to keep going out on dates, Y/N. He will probably make things official soon and with my luck it will be tonight.”

“Ok but I…”

Stiles continues on, “We don’t know each other that well but trust me…I’ve never put this much effort into getting a date. At the very least I want a chance. A real chance.”

The man in front of you is so annoyingly cute. You’re beyond torn on how to respond to him, your heart and your head are at odds right now. Before your brain can even register it, you’re sauntering away from Stiles and his intense stare.

You pause at the door way of the kitchen, “Come on.” You wave for the troublemaker to follow you, he hesitates at first but then catches up with you.

“Where do you keep your uniform? Bedroom?” You ask with a glance to Stiles, as you both walk down his long hallway.

“Uh yeah. Next door on the right.” Stiles tells you wearily, he slows down a bit and trails behind as you stroll on into his room.

You immediately notice the clean yet simple looking room and start to search around for what you have in mind. Without turning around, you can feel Stiles’ eyes on your form as he leans against the door frame. Your face brightens once you spot his police uniform draped on a blue lazy boy in the corner of the room.

There’s a dark wooden end table where Stiles’ shiny badge, gun holster and duty belt are all resting on top of it. Your nosy self finds his handcuffs tucked neatly in the cuff case attached to his leather belt. The cop they belong to is now standing closer, he looks very entertained by your sudden interest in his job.

You steal the handcuffs and examine them, subconsciously biting your lower lip while you do, “Get on the bed.” You speak firmly, pointing in the direction that Stiles should start moving in.

“…uh Y/N, what are y…”

“Shut up and get on the bed, Stilinski.” You command sternly.

~

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[dxlansdarling]

five-dollar bet | e.d

Summary: betting a five-dollar bill with your best friend ethan was never meant to end the way it did.  or it did?

Warnings: little but of angst but fluffy♥

Word Count: 3341

It was so stupid how all started. Literally, it was the stupidest thing you will ever know about. Really, it was so dumb that it made you feel like a dumbass after thinking the whole story from the beginning. The craziest part was that a part of you knew that this dumb start would lead to something like the way it went, but it also was so stupid that you decided to ignore it. But there you were; your eyes looking at the thin object on your hand, finally knowing what to do.

It was summer when it all began. You were walking on the beach with your best friends, Ethan and Grayson, when suddenly you stepped over a piece of paper. You looked down, annoyed at the ticklish feeling of the thin fabric against your skin, but you ended up excited as you saw Abraham Lincoln’s face on the five dollar bill. So with a teasing smirk, you picked it up before Ethan, who saw it first but said nothing because he wanted to be the one who grabbed it.

You looked at him, reading the annoyed expression and laughing at it as you shook the bill so the sand would come off.

“You wanted this?” You asked, rising one of your brows wanting to annoy him more. His tongue was pressed against his palate and he didn’t have to say anything because you knew the answer already.

You wouldn’t have a problem with giving him the money, five dollars to one of the guys who bought you gifts anytime he can. It was literally nothing, but something that you and Gray had in common, was the fact that both of you loved annoying his older brother. Like really, every little thing you had to tease him about, he would get all worked up blushing and almost pouting. It was kinda cute if you were honest and that was one of the many reasons you loved making Ethan Dolan annoyed. As you looked around, you found the perfect scene make him do something he knew he would do if you annoyed him enough. Three beautiful women were lying on their towels tanning the skin of their back with the heavy heat of the sun. You could see the oily skin they had after spraying sunscreen on it and you knew that one of the worst feelings in the world was the moment the sand fell on your protected skin by accident. Iugh.

So, turning your head around and smirking at him, you raised the bill in your hand until it was at your eye level.

“Bet you five dollars you won’t kick some sand over those three girls” the tone in your voice was taunting him, teasing him with the fact that you knew he would say yes because, if he didn’t, you would annoy him more. Somehow you both loved each other, you were best friends; but even being so close you would really really annoy each other. Mostly you.

He sighed, licking his lips as he looked in the directions those girls where. He knew he was going to get kicked in the ass, but if that also meant making that teasing smirk you had go the fuck away; then so be it.

“You’re on.”

He took the bill from your hands and quickly walking to the girls that didn’t notice him, he took a deep breath and slowly raising his left foot; he kicked a huge wave of sand over the girls. Grayson and you laughed at the squeals that the girls were making, and you couldn’t stop laughing when Ethan had to run away from them because they were throwing him what they had close with anger.

He hid behind his brother all ashamed and he looked at you shakings his head as he moved his eyes to the bill that was on his hand. And then, he looked at the waves that were crashing against the beach. As soon as you saw the smirk appearing on his face, you knew you were fucked.

“Bet you won’t run straight to the water in your clothes.”

You looked down at the plain white dress you were wearing, and let a loud sigh. You had your bikini underneath, but he was clever enough to make the bet with what you had on. In a blink, you ripped the bill from your hands and ran directly to the cold water.

“You’re on, bitch ass!”

And so this bet-thing started. Every day after that morning, the same five-dollar bill would pass from your hands to Ethan’s hand from bet to bet. The bets were really stupid, mostly to embarrass each other or to annoy them completely. One time you made him sleep outside during a really dangerous storm, and the next day he made you walk through LA with only your underwear on. You were lucky enough you didn’t get arrested, but he laughed his ass off when he saw some cops walking your way. Other day he had to twerk over a table in the middle of the mall, and then you had to enter a Sex Shop and ask for a personal bitch. Again, he laughed his ass off as the guy who was on the other side of the counter winked at you at your question. But then it was your turn to laugh when you made Ethan buy a dildo with the excuse of “my girl doesn’t like my little dick”. He was so ashamed after that, that he made you stick the dildo in your forehead and walk through the mall with that.

The bets became something you lived for. You loved spending time with the Dolans, but now it was so fun and so full of adrenaline sometimes that you became addicted to it. Or well, that was what you wanted to believe, because deeply you knew that you were addicted because your heart decided to have a little crush on Ethan. Not that you didn’t have it before, but now that it was you against him, somehow all those emotions you tried so hard to shut down were bubbling like butterflies in your heart and slowly killing you. You were so against your feelings, you felt like he didn’t deserve you nor he would never like somebody like you. You were family, like the fourth Dolan sometimes; how would he look at you in some other way than family?

You fucked up one night the three of you were out with James and Emma. You were all having an amazing dinner on a pretty bar when suddenly, a beautiful girl with blonde hair and mesmerizing eyes walked in the bar and went to sit in the booth that was behind yours. Ethan’s eyes were on this pretty girl and even Grayson elbowed his ribs so he could go to talk to her, who was on her own. Ethan instantly shook his head.

“Oh god, no. She would never talk to me—“you looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows at his words and crossing your arms over the table.

“What are you talking about? She would be fucking crazy if she rejected you” he looked at you with a weird emotion, probably being unsure of his actions, and when you remembered the five-dollar bill that was on your jacket’s pocket, you pulled it out and laid it on the table as you dragged it on his direction “Bet you won’t ask this beautiful girl out.”

His eyes opened widely, completely taken back that you would make a bet for him to ask this girl out. In your head, you were proud that you were helping your best friend, but in your heart you were beating yourself up. And you could feel the kick in your guts as Ethan took the bill, stood up from the booth and smiled at you.

“You’re on.”

The rest of the dinner you could hear the blonde’s giggle and Ethan’s voice as they talked all dinner. He even paid for her meal while he asked for his that was delivered to our table but Grayson gave it to him, standing up and putting in over their table. Every time both of them laughed was like a second kick to your guts, and then three, four and so on. You couldn’t even finish your meal as you weren’t hungry anymore. Grayson noticed and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is everything okay with your food?” he asked, looking at it as if there was some kind of poison. You shook your head, and stopped playing with the fork against your beef.

“Nah, I’m just full that’s all.”

Being part of the Dolan family for so long meant that they knew everything about you. They knew when you were happy, they knew when you were hungry, and they even knew when you were in your period. They just really knew you, so as soon as the lie left your lips, Grayson didn’t buy it but played it off as if he did. He just shrugged his shoulders, and kept on eating the rest of his sandwich.

The ride back to the Dolan’s house was a complete torture for you. Ethan kept on telling how cute this girl was and how calm she acted as he kept on asking about her and about what she was doing. Grayson, again, noticed how silent you were on the back of his car and looked at you from the rear-view mirror. Earphones blasting high music and your eyes were glued to window. He knew something was off, you even knew he knew because it was obvious. You weren’t someone who could be quiet for so long.

And when all of you arrived to the house, closing the door after you were the last one to get in, you froze in your place as Ethan yelled excited.

“She even invited me to her party on the weekend!” he said “But I asked her to meet me tomorrow at the beach so we could go surfing or something like that…”

He sounded so excited it really broke your heart and when you turned around with a small fake-smile to look at him, you sighed.

“I’m happy for you, Eth; aren’t you glad that I made that bet?” you couldn’t even believe your own words, and you felt Grayson’s stare on you as you kept lying to yourself. But Ethan was so excited about this girl he didn’t even notice.

“Yes! Thank you!” he said, and pulled you into a short tight hug that took you by surprise, and as he pulled away, he took the five-dollar bill of his pocket and placed it in the palm of your hand “You deserve to have it again”

Before you could protest, his phone rang and as he took it out, he smiled excited and you knew who it was. He answered the phone, and with a quick glimpse, he walked to his room where he slammed the door shut. You sighed deeply, and looking at the bill in your hand, you really felt your heart broke in half.

Grayson knew what was going on the second he saw the way you looked.

“Why did you do it if he means so much to you?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. You laughed bitterly.

“Would you do the same to see your brother happy?” the question made Grayson understand why you did it, but as he wanted to argue back, you shook your head. “Good night Gray, it’s been a long night.”

The rest of the week was pretty boring for you. Grayson wasn’t into the stupid bets like Ethan, and as he was with the blonde girl every day after their meeting; you started to miss your best friend. Yes, you saw him every morning but it was not the same. If he wasn’t with the blonde girl, he was talking with her on the phone, and if it wasn’t talking on the phone; they were texting. He was so into this girl it made you feel so left out, because you were once the one who he always went out with. And now, you were left on your own with Gray, who felt the same way about you.

The day of the party you had the chance to help Ethan with what was going to wear. So as Grayson and you sit down on his bed waiting for him to come out of his bathroom, you looked at his phone that was ringing next to you as the messages of the girl popped up on the screen. If it was up to you, you would have accidentally broke his phone.

Grayson sighed as he heard the bathroom door open and both of you looked at Ethan. Your heart beat faster as you look at his outfit. Black t-shirt with some dark blue ripped jeans, a pair of black Dr. Martens that where tied around his ankles and the silver chain James got him as a gift. He had his hair wet from the shower, but apparently he decided to leave it like that for the night.

“How do I look? It’s okay? I’m not a huge fan of parties but—I don’t know I really like this girl “he smiled cutely, and again, your heart stung. But you fake-smiled again, nodding your head as you tried to calm your beating heart at the hotness you had as best friend.

“You look great, Eth.”

Grayson nodded at your words, and as he tried to comment something, Ethan’s phone rang once again and he jumped into the bed to grab it. He checked his messages, nodding slightly and then smiled at Grayson and you.

“I have to go. See you later…”he said, waving the both of you good bye and running out of his room. You even heard his jeep’s engine as he started driving it and until it couldn’t be heard anymore.

The room was silent for a couple of minutes, both of you not happy with Ethan going somewhere he didn’t like and only because of one girl. You stood up from the bed, planning on going to the guest room to sleep or probably stay up late watching movies until you hear Ethan get home safe and sound. But as soon as you started walking to the door, Grayson talked.

“You’re wrong, you know” you looked at him, arching one of your eyebrows at his comment. “I wouldn’t have done the same because I know this girl is not his happiness”

You shook your head confused.

“How would you know?”

“Because the girl of his dreams is standing in front of me” he said, smiling a little bit “Always have, always will be. He has been in love with you for years Y/N, and believe me when I tell you this because he would tell me everything. And the main excuse he always used was the same I know you would use too; you’re both like family, and you never thought the other one would look at the other the same way. Am I wrong?”

You shook your head. He wasn’t.

“So make me a fucking favor; go to this party, get my brother and just trust your heart in this one” he said, standing from the bed and lightly pushing yourself out of the room and in the direction of the main entrance.

You stopped on your tracks.

“Wait!” you said, turning around to look at him. “How and where will I go? I don’t know where this party is…” your heart was dancing everywhere. In your head, in your chest, in your tummy. You didn’t know what to do, but you felt so breathless you knew you had to do it.

Grayson grabbed his car’s keys, and looked at you seriously.

“I’ll drive you there” he opened the door, and slapped your back as he walked behind you. “Now, go!”

You didn’t think it twice as you got on his car and in less than two minutes both of you were driving through the city, the GPS telling where to go, and your heart still dancing in your body. It was your chance; it was your chance to just risk it all. It was your chance to bet for the boy you loved.

Grayson parked the car in the nearest place he could, and as you came out of the car as fast as you could, you realized you were still on your pajamas but with your jacket on. The night was a little bit cold and you could feel it even in your hands. You tried to warm them up in your pockets, and as you felt the so know five-dollar bill in your right pocket, you knew what to do.

You could feel al the stares on you as you walked through the sweaty crowd. You could smell the alcohol, the cigarettes and the reek of sweat of people dancing all around the place. Your eyes travelled everywhere, looking for the dark haired boy you needed to find, and as you walked into one of the corners, your heart beat faster.

He was sitting down on one of the couches that were against the wall, a can of coke on his hand as he looked down to his phone. You were confused at his loneliness, and as you looked to your side, a few meters away from him, you saw the so known blonde hair making out with another guy. Yikes.

You looked back at Ethan again, who was now playing with the corners of his can, and taking a deep breath, you walked in his direction until you were in front of him. His eyes looked slightly at you as if he was not interested, but as he recognized you, he jumped from his sit and stood in front of you.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he yelled over the music, trying to get closer to you so you could hear him. But you did, and again feeling your hearts almost burst from your chest, you grabbed the five-dollar bill and extended it to him with a shy smile.

You were betting your heart.

“Bet you won’t kiss me like you mean it.”

He heard you perfectly as you had stood on your tip-toes and talked against his ear. You took a step back, looking at him timidly as he looked at you so taken back that you almost regretted it. But as soon as you saw his smile grow widely on his face, you knew you won the bet.

“You’re so fucking on.”

It only took him one pull and you were against his chest, grabbing his face as you kissed him with all your feelings. He hugged your waist; pulling you against him and making him kiss you harder than before. He felt so needy, so impatience and you understood that it took you long enough to realize how much this boy meant to you. Your arms moved to his neck until you were hugging him, and smiling against his lips, you kept on kissing him. He almost pulled you up as he kept on kissing you, and you laughed against his mouth and having to tilt your head back as he kissed your cheeks lovingly.

“Let’s go home, okay?” he said, looking at you so lovely you couldn’t help but smile.

“Let’s go home.”

He took your left hand as he pulled you into the crowd so the both of you could get out of there as soon as possible. The blonde was still making out with the same guy, and as you walked beside them, you were brave enough to crash your hips against the guy. As he seemed a little bit drunk, both of them fell to the floor with a loud thump, and you could hear Ethan’s laugh over the music. In your free hand you still felt the five dollar bill.

That stupid five-dollar bill.

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[awake-not-today]

Namkook The Gifted Hands / Psychometry au:

Detective Kim Namjoon is investigating the case of a child disappearance. When the child's body is found, Namjoon finds himself trailing a murderer.

During his investigation he remembers a run in he'd had with a graffiti artist one night, and the artwork he'd done depicting the scene in which the child's body was found.

The graffiti which had been painted a month before the discovery of the child's body.

Jeon Jungkook is a small time graffiti artist with a secret, the power to see the memories of any living thing he touches. He hides himself away from the world, ashamed of who he is, that is until he's thrown head first into a murder investigation and becomes the prime suspect.

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Namjoon didn’t exactly have a lot to go on.

He couldn’t access the evidence, not while it was still being processed at least, and it’s not like he could ask for any details regarding the case. Gwon wouldn’t tell him shit, and Seokjin was determined Namjoon should let it go and take some time off. Anything that could be of help was off limits. Useless.

But what he did have was a paint can, some less than helpful pictures of the graffiti, and the knowledge that the killer had a gash on the back of his neck from the fight they'd had earlier. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something. Namjoon pondered on it, giving Taehyung a small wave as he left the apartment. What could he possibly gather from what he had?

The paint can seemed to be the most crucial thing he had so far, and the knowledge that the very brief time he'd seen the guy's face, at least partially, was that he was young. A student perhaps? There was an art school not too far from him. It would make sense. But then that posed another problem. How many students used spray paint? How many males? Namjoon groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. His head was fucking pounding. The hit he'd taken was pretty hard, but at least the ice had taken down most of the swelling. Small mercies.

Getting to his feet, Namjoon wandered to the bathroom, taking a couple of painkillers from the bathroom cabinet. He moved to the kitchen area, grabbing himself a glass of water to swallow them down. He kept his eyes on the paint can sat on his coffee table as he downed his water, debating the next step. He supposed he could go to the university and ask, but then they’d probably ask for a warrant and Namjoon had no way of getting one of those.

The other option he had was going to the art store the paint came from and hope the had a list of names on record. There was so many art stores in Seoul though, and it could have come from anywhere. He didn’t even know where to start, where do students buy their materials. Namjoon frowned and worried his bottom lip, a habit he had when he was deep in thought. Who would know where to go? Who knew the ins and outs of Seoul? Only one name came to mind.

Hoseok.

That little bastard knew everything about this city, constantly looking for new ways to make money. He lived for the hustle, of course he'd probably have some knowledge of the students in the city. Easy targets, young and dumb. Exactly what Hoseok liked. Namjoon moved quickly, grabbing the first shirt he could find that smelled vaguely clean, and threw it on before grabbing his jacket and the paint can to go find his roommate.

The streets were busy at this time, late afternoon. People leaving their jobs and stopping for food and drinks, exactly the right place for Hoseok to be with his latest venture. He heard Hoseok's laugh before he saw him, bright and cheerful as he joked with the customers at his food van. He stood in line, waiting until the customers dispersed, and approached quietly.

“Welcome to Hobi's food van!” Hoseok hadn’t looked up yet, tucking away the money he'd recieved. “What can I- oh! Namjoon!”

“Hoseok.” Namjoon smiled, leaning against the counter. “I need your help.”

“What’s up?” Hoseok handed Namjoon a fish cake, smiling. Namjoon took a bite and almost groaned, as much as Hobi was a little shit, he sure made some good food. Namjoon swallowed, setting the wooden stick down on the side, and looked at Hoseok again.

“I need you.” Namjoon thought for a moment. “And your van.”

Hoseok didn’t reply, instead laughing. Namjoon didn’t laugh, keeping his face serious. Hoseok blinked, mouth closing. “What? No! This is the busiest time, Joon-ah. I’m making money here!”

“Hoseok. You owe me.” Namjoon smiled now, or more grimaced. Hoseok just looked confused. “I sold my car for and put all of my life savings into that fucking pyramid scheme of yours.”

“Network marketing was a great opportunity, Namjoon.” Hoseok looked affronted. “It’s not my fault.”

“You can trust him, Joon-ah! He's a great guy!” Namjoon mocked Hoseok's voice, making the other swat at him. Namjoon took a step back to avoid it. “Give me your van, Hoseok.”

“No.”

“Fuck. Fine.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes as Namjoon walked away, turning to apologize to the customers who'd lined up behind his friend. He picked up a cloth, wiping down the counter, and opened his mouth to speak when the customers were suddenly moving away. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, the people looking smaller and smaller in the distance. The van was moving. Someone was driving it away. Fucking Namjoon.

Ten minutes and a busted nose later, Hoseok sat in the passenger side of the van, holding a napkin to his face. Namjoon shot him an apologetic glance, and Hoseok huffed.

“You know if you had just let me use the van this wouldn’t have happened.” Hoseok pouted, actually pouted like a petulant child, and slumped in his seat. “I’m sorry about your nose.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok glanced at him, tossing the bloody napkin down by his feet. “At least we match. Where are we going anyway?”

“Uh.” Namjoon chuckled nervously, not wanting to piss Hoseok off anymore than he already had. He suspected giving his friend a punch to the nose was a bad move. “Well. I was sort of hoping you could tell me?”

Namjoon reached into his jacket, pulling out the paint can and handing it to a very unimpressed and impatient Hoseok. Hoseok rolled it in his hands, looking at the label, before giving Namjoon a bewildered look.

“What am I supposed to do here? Paint arrows to direct you?”

“I need to know where it came from.”

“What am I? Fucking psychic? I’m losing profit here, Namjoon. And a friend if you don’t stop fucking around.”

“That paint can belongs to the murderer.” Namjoon mumbled as they stopped at a red light, he turned a little in his seat. “I think they're a student. I need to know where students from the art school get their shit.”

“And you just assume I know that?” Hoseok sighed heavily, passing the paint can back to Namjoon who slipped it back into his jacket pocket.

“I mean I thought you could help.” Namjoon faced front again, waiting for the light to change. “After all there’s a cash reward for the person who helps find him.”

“How much?” Hoseok was interested suddenly. He'd set up the van tomorrow.

“A half a million won.”

“Take a right here. I know the place.”

The store was small, tucked away in an alley. It made sense, it was right by campus and the prices were sufficiently lower than the larger chain stores nearby. Namjoon approached the counter, pushing Hoseok who seemed set on trying a good cop bad cop routine on this innocent store owner. Not happening. The owner was a stout man, late fifties. Thinning hair and round glasses. Friendly. A welcoming smile.

“Good evening, gentlemen. What can I do you for?”

“We need some information regarding a potential customer of yours.” Namjoon showed the man his badge, earning a curt nod. “We believe he's a student at the art school.”

“I’m sorry, detective. Students make up most of my clientele here.” The old man looked almost sad.

“He uses spray paint. He's a graffiti artist.” The old man opened his mouth again to speak when Namjoon handed him the paint can. “Can you tell us anything?”

The old man frowned a little, looking down at the can. His eyes lit up then, moving the can closer to his face to read the name of the shade on the lid. Namjoon looked at Hoseok, sharing the same hopeful expression. The man knew something.

“There’s only one person who uses this shade, I have to order it in.” The old man explained, grabbing a heavy book from under the counter. He opened it, flipping through the pages. “He has it delivered to his house. I sent the wrong shade once and he came by here. Real eerie kid. Made me nervous.”

“Do you have his name? His address?” The old man shook his head as he flipped through the book, squinting. Finally he stopped, running his finger down the page.

“The delivery boy has the address but he's visiting family back in Busan.” Namjoon's shoulders visually slumped, defeated. “What I do have is his name.”

Hoseok was practically vibrating in his seat as they drove away from the store, excitement brimming inside him. In another life Hoseok would have enjoyed being a detective, Namjoon thought to himself. But he chose the other side to get his kicks. Crime pays more. Namjoon held his phone to his ear as he drove, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. The second Taehyung answered he spoke, ignoring Taehyung's greeting.

“Taehyung, are you at the precinct? I need you to run a name for me.”

“What’s the name?” Namjoon could here the clicking of Taehyung’s mouse faintly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Okay, hold on.” A clacking of his keyboard and a few moments of Taehyung’s breathing later he came back on the line. “Alright. Jeon Jungkook, twenty one years old. Pulled in on a misdemeanour a few years back. I’m sending his address to you now.”

“Thanks, Tae.” Namjoon beamed, Hoseok giving him a thumbs up. “When this is all over I'll make Seokjin hyung promote you.”

Namjoon ended the call and handed Hoseok his phone, telling him to pull up the address Taehyung had sent him. Hoseok was bouncing in his seat, thrilled with the turn of events, or more thrilled with the prospect of having a half million won in his wallet. Either way Namjoon was grateful for the enthusiasm. He set the GPS in Namjoon's phone and sat back, settling in for the drive.

“So. Taehyung.”

“No, Hoseok.”

“He’s got a nice voice.”

“He’s a nice guy.” Namjoon shit him a glare. “Too nice for you. And you are going to stay away from him.”

“We’ll see.”

The apartment block they pulled up to was empty. Not a single light on in any of the windows, the whole place vacant. Namjoon huffed in his seat, frustrated, pressing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. Another dead end. Unsurprising. That was just Namjoon's luck. Hoseok stepped out of the van and backed away from the building, squinting. Namjoon watched him for a moment, quirking an eyebrow when Hoseok turned to him, pointing a finger toward the rooftop.

“There’s a light.”

Getting out of the van, Namjoon took a breath to calm his nerves. He hadn’t thought this far ahead, and the kid could be dangerous. He looked to Hoseok and motioned with his head, making his way toward the steps that led up to the roof. “You stay behind me, alright? Don’t do anything until I give the go ahead.”

The look on Hoseok's face let Namjoon know that Hoseok wasn’t about to try anything, he looked terrified. Probably because he was realizing that he was about to come face to face with a child killer. Namjoon was scared too.

The rooftop was empty, a small brick building standing in the centre of it. There was nobody around, and a quick glance through the window revealed the building was empty, lived in, but empty. Pressing a finger to his lips, Namjoon waved to Hoseok, telling him to stay put as Namjoon dared inside.

The place was a shack. A kitchen come living space with a small bedroom and a tiny bathroom. Someone had been there, or was still there, steam still rising from the kettle on the shitty stove. Namjoon kept low, creeping through the place with his hand on his gun, ready to pull it out if needed. There was nobody inside, but the sound of tins clashing together told Namjoon there was someone outside. Namjoon followed the sound, careful not to let his presence be known. Through a doorway, Namjoon could see him, or at least the back of him, messing with paint cans on a wooden shelf. Namjoon mentally prepared himself, reaching out to pull himself up, and knocked over a glass. Shattering it.

For a beat there was nothing. Namjoon stopped breathing, internally berating himself for being such a clumsy asshole. Footsteps headed toward him, getting closer and closer, and Namjoon made a snap decision. He stood upright and charged, gripping the guy's shirt and shoving him back hard. The guy stumbled back, rubbing his chest where Namjoon had slammed his hands against him, curling in on himself.

It was him, Namjoon told himself. Certain. He couldn’t forget those eyes.

“Remember me?” Namjoon dared a step closer, watching as the kid looked up at him curious. Confused.

“Pu-public urination?” Namjoon had forgotten about that, fighting the flush of embarrassment threatening to rush over his cheeks.

“Detective Kim Namjoon. You are Jeon Jungkook.” Namjoon moved closer still, Jungkook backing up. “And I've got some questions for you.”

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[danachristinehare]

i fell down the rabbit hole

in middle school i started listening to Fall Out Boy. i remember being obsessed with their song Sugar, We’re Going Down. i will never forget a moment in time, i had their lyrics printed out, and my room was a mess, and my mom came in one day and found the printed lyrics, and got mad at me for what i was listening to. the album as a whole is song after song pretty much about casual sex, and there’s a specific lyric in Sugar, We’re Going Down about taking aim at yourself with a weapon. i was probably 11? or 12? i remember my mom not wanting me to listen to them anymore. and now they are my favorite band, and have been since. this was like 14 years ago.

i was weirdly conditioned to like a band because my mother didn’t want me to like them. and i believe that reverse psychology level of thinking correlates with the things you like in general, including people.

in 2007 i moved to Florida and started high school and had the weirdest crush on a guy, Matt Hare. he was a year older than me, he definitely did not like me, but like a weirdo virgin pre-teen i found myself writing his name on my binders, and talking about him late night at slumber parties with my girlfriends.

now let’s fast forward to 2015. this is the part where i come forward about a lot of weird shit, and some stuff i am not so proud of that i have put behind me. i haven’t come forward on a lot of this stuff because my past embarrasses me, but it’s time to accept that my past has MADE me who i am today.

the year is 2015, and i am a little lost. all of my friends are graduating from college, but i never went. i had been working at the same dead end fast food restaurant since highschool. i was partying. i was getting caught up with the wrong folks. i was doing party drugs for the lack of not having any other hobbies. Matthew Hare and i re-meet, and in a weird drugged out terrible point of my life, we get together, and i immediately move in. the drug using gets worse; and i can’t blame it on Matt, as easy as it could be, that was me. those were my choices. quickly into my downward spiral, Matt and i on a whim get married.

now, this whole time, i have one girl i know telling me all these terrible things about Matt. “alleged” things of course. you all know what i am talking about. i also have three more girls i don’t really know telling me all these same/similar terrible alleged things about Matt. but i don’t even know them? i went to highschool with one of them, and we had ceramics class together but. i feel like i knew Matt way more than i knew even the one girl i can claim to be an old school acquaintance...but the one girl i knew? she pushed me, mentally, the same way my mom pushed me as a kid with listening to fall out boy. i WANTED to rebel. i wanted the attention. i wanted to be a big deal. i wanted to prove something. i don’t know what i was trying to prove, and i don’t think i knew what kind of attention i was getting myself into, but i was too far gone. i started calling all these girls the “Matt Hare Hate Club” ...instead of using love and reason to get to me and help me realize the mistakes i was making, they used scare tactics and fear. the way they approached me, i felt more inclined to help Matt, to protect him, stand up for him, over joining their side. once i started to stand up for Matt, these girls didn’t even try to continue to help me, even though they knew deep down i needed help. once i started standing up for Matt, they treated me as if i WAS Matt. the town of St Augustine, and the Matt Hare Hate Club (which extended to locals all over town) started pushing us out. i will never know who to blame for what, but my car got beat with bats (or some other blunt objects), we had a brick thrown in our window, we had the windows of our house punched out, i got thrown out of a bar just because my last name was “Hare” ...my life just kinda got turned upside down really quickly. so we moved to Tennessee.

life was okay. there was lots of ups, and very few downs, and the downs weren’t dramatically down. my drug use slowed down, because it was harder to find and more expensive, but i don’t think his drug use ever stopped. i think he just got way better at hiding it. and then, i got pregnant, and everything, and i mean EVERYTHING changed.

a lot of this hurts me to my core still, i don’t like admitting defeat, or admitting when i was wrong about something, nobody does really...and i am not really good at talking about it, i don’t like talking about it, and i wish it would all just go away, but i realize now that i need to talk about it before anyone else gets hurt.

so its late 2016 now and i got pregnant, and Matthew was dead set on me getting an abortion. obviously, i didn’t take this path. me keeping a baby he didn’t want, i believe, was the true start of problems.

one night mid 2017, i believe i was about 7 months pregnant, we got in an argument. i honestly don’t even remember what the argument was about? but that’s how every argument with Matt is. i remember he was drunk, he potentially was on drugs, i was obviously very sober (and very pregnant) ...all i really remember is that he came after me, i fell backwards on the couch, and he pushed my leg down towards my body almost past the point where i couldn’t stretch it anymore. he tried breaking my leg. i kept kicking. i stayed strong. he starting biting my foot, i still have a scar; and i kicked back so hard i knocked his front tooth out. i got away, scooped up the dogs, and drove straight to a friends house. i was hurt, emotionally and physically. i was terrified. i didn’t know what to do. i didn’t want to talk to anyone. i couldn’t afford to live on my own. i didn’t want to move home. i was about to deliver a baby in a few weeks? my life hit rock bottom.

life settled. he swore he didn’t mean it. “i was drunk, that’ll never happen again”

i thought i couldn’t abruptly move my life this far into my pregnancy. i stayed. i kept my distance, but i went back home, i stayed, i delivered my baby in Tennessee. things seemed as normal as they could be, given the circumstances. we started having problems, regular problems, but these regular relationship problems came with the background of being assaulted by my partner, pregnant, just a few months prior. i knew i wanted to leave, i knew i wanted a divorce, but i needed my safety. i didn’t know how to do it. thankfully at that point in my life i had my ex girlfriend, Chelsea, who i owe a lot too, despite how life changed between us and despite the breakup we had. she helped me come up with a plan that allowed me and Maggie’s safety. Maggie and I one morning packed up all our stuff, and moved back home to Florida, “for a better life and to be closer to family again” with the illusion that Matt would move back down with us when our Tennessee lease was up. this bought me time. time passed quickly. i didn’t complete my plans. before i knew it, the lease in Tennessee was up and Matt was moving back to Florida. to my house, with my parents. it lasted about 4 long rough months.

now it’s 2018, August the 16th, and i am at work. Matt’s at home, well, my parents home, watching Maggie while i work. i get a concerned text message about a rash. i hurry home from work, and the rash seems alarming, so we take her to the emergency room. i don’t get a lot of questions answered. i don’t know what’s happening. the doctors tell me they know it’s not a rash, but don’t know much else. suddenly late night, the cops show up with DCF and we’re all being questioned. turns out it wasn't a rash she had, it was petechiae. petechiae is the result of bleeding underneath the skin from blunt trauma, specifically asphyxiation/strangulation and loss of airflow to the brain, or at least that’s how the cops explained it to me. i told them what i knew. i was at work. she was in Matt’s care. of course they asked me if i thought Matt could be capable of harming our daughter, i knew he was capable, but i froze and said “uh...i don’t know” because realistically everything was happening really fast and i jumped to thinking NOBODY was capable of harming an innocent baby, let alone their own, but i am realizing now i was so very wrong, and so very lucky that my little girl is still with me. the day upon getting released from the hospital, DCF showed up to our house and ordered Matt out of the home and to not have any alone contact with Maggie without agreed upon supervision, being my parents or his parents. while in the hospital, Maggie underwent a full body bone scan X-ray. to this day i haven’t seen the results of that, though i have requested them. as far as my understanding goes, Matt was heavily investigated by the police and DCF and then the case was just closed. i didn’t tell the DCF agent on my case that Matt *could* have done something like this. i remember i was wearing a mustard yellow shirt that said “Mothers are Magic” on it, and she had the audacity to ask me if i wore that shirt to impress her, to prove to her that was some cool/good mom. i didn’t know she was coming that quick. that’s just the shirt i was wearing, i have a ton of motherhood related shirts. she pushed fear into me. i closed up. i didn’t tell her everything. i didn’t tell her he had hurt me. looking back on it now, i don’t know why i did half of the things that i did. but it’s what happened.

we’re here now. i am safe, and Maggie is safe. but i didn’t speak up when i should’ve, and because of that, the safety of another was put at risk. now Matt is in jail with a $4,000 bond for battery. thank god nobody died because of this man.

fear isn’t a good tactic to get someone to listen/trust/share...fear shuts people down. fear led me to go down a really deep dark rabbit hole, literally.

i never wanted to share my story. i was, i still am, embarrassed. i was wrong. i fucked up. but everything happens for a reason, and i am still trying to learn what some of the reasons are in this situation. but i am mad at myself for not speaking up sooner. but. we’re here now.

i don’t want to talk about this further. you can comment, you can leave praise, you can tell me i am “strong” or whatever other clichés you can think of, but i don’t want to engage in conversation further about any of this.

and to the Matt Hare Hate Club, i know y’all will see this. you can reach out to me in civil means. i don’t want any “i told you so” moments, i don’t want to be friends, i don’t want drama, just some solidarity. if that’s not what you’re looking for, please continue to leave me alone.

the silver lining to all of this? i got the most special little girl in the whole wide world. Magdalena, i love you, you’re 100 percent mine. i will raise you right. your dad is my life partner, Eli VeDepo. blood doesn’t make a family. when you’re old enough to understand why our family is unquestionably unique, i will tell you where you came from. but for now, you’re 2, and i am going to let you be a kid, and continue to do everything in my power to keep you safe. one day you’ll read this and know how much your mom loves you.