#this is what happens if we binge brooklyn 99

[kiruuuuu]

Blitz/Rook oneshot in which Blitz would like their relationship to stay secret and Rook... doesn’t. - for @magehir and her adorable second hand embarrassment ❤ :) (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~2.2k words)

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“Oh I’m sorry, what was the question?”, Rook asks, a sickly sweet smile on his face and voice raised to make sure everyone in his close vicinity can hear him – though it’s painfully obvious he’s doing it for the benefit of one special someone who shows no outward reaction but struggles not to draw his brows together or even roll his eyes.

Ash grants the Frenchman a weird look and repeats herself at a normal volume: “I was just wondering whether you’re seeing anyone at the moment. You seem so chipper lately.”

“Sadly, no. There’s no one like that in my life right now, though I wish there was. Someone with whom I could hold hands in public, you know?” Ash nods sympathetically and opens her mouth to reply but Rook isn’t done, not by a long shot. “I bet he’d make me ridiculously happy just by being there when I wake up or by being the last thing I see before I sleep and I’d want to shout out to the whole world just how glad I am to have him.” The redhead is looking increasingly confused now at all the unnecessary detail yet is clearly too polite to interrupt. “Believe me, if there was someone, I’d want everyone to see how disgustingly happy we are and to listen to me gushing endlessly about how wonderful he is and -”

“Sorry to interrupt, Rook, but do you have a minute?”, Blitz chimes in after turning towards him with a fake smile. “I’d like you to take a look at my pistol, I feel like its accuracy is going down but have no idea why.”

Rook mirrors his vaguely pained expression perfectly and chirps: “I’m sure your gun is working fine, Elias.” They stare at each other wordlessly, neither of them willing to back down, while Ash just judges them silently. “We were just speaking of relationships. How would you show your significant other how much you love them?”

He’s ready for this one. “By respecting their boundaries and accepting compromises without complaints should it come to a clash in personal values”, he replies evenly.

The boyish face before him darkens considerably. “The accuracy is getting worse, you said?”, Rook grits out and grabs his sleeve, proceeds to drag him away from an entirely bemused Ash and down the nearest corridor, into the closest room that’s unoccupied. It’s resembling a typical interrogation room, the only furniture being two chairs, a cheap table and a large mirror on the wall – and isn’t it ironic that they’re going to have this conversation in a place like this. Blitz doesn’t miss how Rook purposefully positions himself with his back to the mirror so he doesn’t have to see his own angry expression.

“You’re being too obvious”, he states and it was undoubtedly the wrong thing to start with since Rook’s temper flares.

“Oh yeah? First you explicitly forbid me to talk to you, now I’m not allowed to talk about you? It was implicit, she didn’t have any idea what I was on about -”

“Which is exactly my point, she’s going to wonder until she looks more closely at what you said, maybe mentions it to Jordan whom you told that your ‘ideal type’ is someone your height with dirty blonde hair and an accent and oh, who could that be?”

“You’re being paranoid. They have better things to do than to gossip, do you genuinely think they compare notes or something? Why the hell do you even care that much whether they know or not? Jäger is gayer than the two of us combined and no one talks shit about him. Except for Bandit, but he badmouths everyone.”

Blitz heaves a sigh and rubs his forehead in an attempt to tidy his thoughts. It’s far from the first time they’re talking about this yet it always seems to drain him, leaves him weary and oddly exposed. “I’m not ashamed of you”, he says quietly and breathes a little more freely when Rook’s annoyance softens, “really, I’m not. You’re great, I’m insanely lucky to have you and I don’t tell you this often enough. But I just need some time. Alright? Just a bit more. Please.”

The young man seems appeased but it doesn’t mean much, he appeared satisfied the last time they had this argument. “How long? You keep postponing it, every time I ask it’s just ‘a little longer’. What if it’s ‘a little longer’ for a year? Give me something, mon cœur, just so I know you mean it.”

“I promised you I’d work on it, right?” A nod – of course Rook remembers. “It wasn’t empty: I told Seamus earlier.”

At this, the Frenchman’s eyes light up. “Did you really?”

“Yes. He was very supportive, promised not to pass it on and wished us all the best. I couldn’t have asked for – why are you looking at me like that?”

Rook is suddenly beaming at him full force, all traces of his earlier ire vanished into thin air and he’s almost bouncing with joy. “That’s – thank you. Why didn’t you tell me right away? Oh, I thought -”

He cuts off abruptly and Blitz can guess effortlessly what’s going on in his pretty head: “Seriously? You thought I’d never tell anyone and dump you without anyone ever knowing we’re together? Julien, please. Come here.” He pulls him into a tight hug that’s reciprocated just as eagerly and strokes his back reassuringly. Even though he knows his lover can go overboard with his emotional responses, the fact that Blitz must’ve given him reason to worry makes him feel guilty regardless. “I’m sorry”, he murmurs against Rook’s cheek, “I shouldn’t have waited so long. You’re worth so much more than my pride.”

The man in his arms draws a shaky breath but manages to pull himself together and when they separate again, there’s a genuine smile illuminating the sparse room. “Thank you. And I’m sorry for pressuring you. I really should respect your boundaries.”

“It’s alright.” Blitz strokes over Rook’s cheek on an impulse, relishes the soft skin under his fingertips. “If you want, we can tell Emmanuelle next, maybe even today. You said you’d like her to know and she’d also not tell anyone.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice. Let’s do it together.” And just like that, Blitz’ heart is singing again. Relief and fondness are making him light-headed, making him cherish how they seem to have overcome an obstacle in their way and only grown closer in doing so. He leans in and Rook’s eyelashes fanning out as his lids fall shut are the last thing he sees just before their lips touch. It’s simple and short at first, nothing more than a brush, only then Blitz realises he’s far from done and repeats it, catches Rook’s top lip between his own, tilts his head the other direction and then they’re kissing properly.

Almost chastely, their mouths slide together, work against each other, up to the point where Rook’s tongue darts out, politely asks for entry that Blitz grants generously and it morphs into something more than just an affectionate gesture. It’s addicting and lovely, still sugary sweet and slow but now it kindles a fire in Blitz to taste his lover more, more deeply and more intimately. He pulls their bodies flush, starts toying with Rook’s tongue in earnest and wonders when trading spit with someone, with another man became this desirable, this all-out attractive to him. He can probably accredit it to Rook and Rook alone, he kisses like a young god and is always patient enough to adapt to Blitz’ pace.

When they break apart again, both of them are smiling at their shared secret that would persist even if everyone else knew they care about each other – because no one could possibly understand how much. Blitz’ hand is in the nape of Rook’s neck and though one of his rules was that nothing would ever happen at work, he still pulls him back in and invades his mouth nonetheless, allows the strong legs to walk him backwards until he hits a wall. They fuse together, hips moving against each other more out of habit than need yet Blitz feels himself grow hard; Rook smells delicious and the way he nips at Blitz’ lip is nothing short of magical. The atmosphere has shifted completely, turned into something warm, playful, intimate.

“I bet this isn’t the gun Ash thinks I’m inspecting right now”, Rook murmurs and drags his fingers over the bulge in Blitz’ jeans, both of them grinning good-naturedly.

“We can take care of this when we’re done with work, hm?”

“Yeah. You said you wanted to get out more, right? We can take Mark’s car, I’ve got his keys, just drive out into the countryside somewhere and make love on the back seat.”

“I’d rather not soil his upholstery”, Blitz responds with a chuckle and grimaces while trying to adjust his crotch without actually using his hands. Rook notices what he’s doing and simply reaches into his trousers and underwear, grabs the half-hard shaft and pulls it into a non-incriminatory position, not without giving it a few light tugs for good measure.

“There you go, you’re decent now. Don’t talk to Bandit though, he’s probably the only one who’d both stare at your crotch creepily and unnecessarily and comment on it.”

Blitz just agrees with him and, with a final kiss and a quick squeeze to Rook’s buttocks, they step away from each other and out of the room. “What would I do without you?”, he asks rhetorically, gets a bright grin in return and then moves to walk back just as Jäger rounds the corner with what looks like a bowl of popcorn in his hands. As soon as he spots the two, his eyes widen comically and he seems to fight the urge to run away immediately.

“Oh! Uh, hi”, he greets them awkwardly. “I was just – do you want some popcorn?”

His teammate just stares at him, uncomprehending, until a terrible thought crosses his mind. He looks back at the door from which they’ve just emerged, then at the door next to it, thinks of the large mirror and the interrogation theme of the furniture and dear God please no. He prays for the adjacent room to be empty but the way Jäger involuntarily twitches as soon as he grabs the handle already tells him unambiguously it’s not going to be.

Blitz is greeted with entirely too many pairs of eyes who stare at him decidedly too entertained – the small chamber is cramped with people, he sees Bandit, the entirety of the SAS, Ash and even two of the Russians. Past them, he has an unobstructed view of the room he and Rook have just left and it’s not hard to imagine what in the world happened. As if on commando, at least five pieces of paper jump up, all of them labelled with a number and it takes Blitz a mere second to understand they’re fucking rating him as if he’d just ice skated competitively.

“Oh my fucking God”, he says because there’s literally nothing else he could say.

“You missed the crotch grab”, Bandit addresses Jäger over Blitz’ shoulder with a gleeful glint in his eyes, “don’t shake Rook’s hand unless you want to get a handful of a different German cock for once.”

“Beautiful”, Kapkan adds and pretends to wipe away a tear with his note that reads a solid 9.5. “You two are ready for the stage, it had everything: conflict, reconciliation, passion and romance.”

Blitz can’t believe it. He’s just standing there, thunderstruck, and gapes at the audacity. “How long -”

“Originally, Marius and I wanted to fuck in here”, Bandit explains helpfully and with a shit eating grin, “but then you two came in and I figured others might appreciate the show as well, so I gathered an audience.”

“I’m revoking your rights to my car, by the way”, Mute butts in and holds out his hand. “For obvious reasons.”

Rook seems surprisingly fine with the whole situation, quite the opposite to Blitz whose face must’ve adopted the colour of a tomato by now. He steps inside and drops the keys in question into Mute’s palm. “That’s fair enough. But why the fuck do we only get a 3?”

Bandit looks at the number he wrote and shrugs. “Neither of you moaned like a bitch, so it can’t have been that good. Or is that not normal? Is that just something Marius does?”

“Kill me”, Jäger mumbles and expertly expresses Blitz’ mood in those two words alone.

“I, for one, think you two make an adorable couple”, Smoke raises his voice and earns unanimous and very vocal agreement, especially from Thatcher who’s holding an impressive 10. “And there’s nothing you need to worry about, especially because you’re both so embarrassingly obvious that most of us knew already anyway.”

Ash just snorts at that. “Yeah. Gun inspection. Really?”

And when Rook starts arguing with Glaz about the fact that he awarded them a measly 7, Blitz’ mortification coupled with an increasingly strong death wish take over and he shuts the door once more, locking out the incessant voices and at least some of the teasing. He turns to Jäger who’s watching him with a sympathetic expression and says: “You know, I suddenly feel like getting very, very drunk.”

His teammate looks down at the popcorn he’s still carrying and nods slowly. “Yeah. Sounds good. The first round is on me, mate.”

#rainbow six siege #blitz #rook #blitz/rook #fanfic #oneshot #magehir you only have yourself to blame #this is what happens if we binge brooklyn 99

[pegasusflight77]

One of Those Nights

@ficsandgiggles You deserve a cheer up, so I hope with all my heart this makes you smile. 

Description: You’re struggling with the weight of sadness tonight, but the women who know you and love you are determined to find your smile. 

It was one of those nights. You know you’ve made progress and had just hit some real milestones in life. You just found a new place, graduated, started a new job, and yet...there was this impending sense that either it wouldn’t last or that you’d be stuck on a plateau of mediocracy. Or something of the like. You weren’t totally sure. 

All you knew now is you lay staring at the ceiling for long enough that you weren’t sure when the tears stopped or started. You knew who you wanted around, but you didn’t want to bother any of them. You’d met Natasha, Yelena and Wanda at a small concert a while back, connecting immediately in your passion for the band that changed your life, as well as some other common interests. You and Wanda both loved sharing TV shows with one another and bingeing them together. Nat loved that you could bounce sarcasm off of one another and how you loved to go on little adventures just exploring the world. And you and Yelena loved getting into heated discussions about the other Avengers, Nat’s poser status, and various other comic book and cultural icons. 

And yet when the phone rang with Natasha’s name flashing across the screen, you almost jumped out of your skin. You debated answering for about five rings before you finally decided to, knowing she would bust in with her gun drawn if she thought anything had happened to you. 

“Hey,” You answered flatly, trying to hide any emotion. 

“Aren’t we going to London this evening to explore some sights?” The ex-spy asked, noting but not calling attention to your tone. 

You froze where you stood, “I...don’t know. I didn’t realize that was today.” You stammered for a moment, “I think I’m just tired from work,” you brushed it off. 

Nat hummed, “Why don’t I swing by till you’re too tired to have me round?”

You pondered before saying, “Yeah I guess that would be alright.” 

“Alright, I’ll be there in 30.” She said and promptly hung up. 

You bit your lip, both grateful for the distraction and concerned you’d be a burden. Little did you know the resourceful redheaded had also managed to round up her little sister and favorite witch, hop a bus and appear at your door faster than a takeaway pizza. When you opened your door to find all three of them, you were more than surprised but too overwhelmed to react. 

Wanda stepped in first and hugged you immediately, “Nattie said she was swinging by when we checked in to see her plans for the evening and we missed you-”

“So we tagged along,” Yelena finished, popping in right behind Wanda and tussling your hair as Wanda began to let you go. You realize she’s got a bag in her other hand.

Your mouth stood agape at Nat, whose lips simply turned up ever so slightly at corners as she shrugged and stepped where Wanda just was, hugging you tight. “I figured a girl’s movie night might do you some good and help you sleep for work.” 

You nod, “Thank..you. You guys... are amazing.”

Wanda smiled softly, “Brooklyn 99 for you tonight?” She mused. Your eyes went wide as you nodded, almost smiling. Yelena set all your favorite snacks across the counter, unearthing them from the bag she’d been holding. Nat raised her eyebrow, “You really didn’t smile over B99? And your Rosa? Well that’s going to need some fixing, because with y/n that means your check engine light is on.” She playfully booped your nose before pulling you to her side and plopping on the couch. Wanda sat on your other side and Yelena filled the remaining spot, cuddling in, which ended up shifting you to sit basically in Nat and Wanda’s laps. 

Wanda played with your hair softly, “I like this color in your hair,” she mused, commenting on your latest color change. Nat nodded, “I agree, but her smile needs finding. I think the button is hidden again.” She teased as you tensed, knowing what was coming, “Nono, Nat, it’s fine. I’m fine!” You protest, your voice going up an octave as you tried to keep your cool. 

Her smirk only widened, but it was Yelena who actually made the first move, “Smile button? What is that and where would it be?” She prodded at your belly and ribs, but you couldn’t tell if she knew the game Nat was playing or not as her attempts to examine you seemed semi-genuine within the playful tone. She hit just above your hip before you let out a squeak, and her eyebrows raised in surprise, “I didn’t know she had a squeak button,” the blonde chuckled. 

Nat broke into a devilish grin, “Oh, she has giggle and smile and squeak buttons,” said the redhead as she began wiggling her fingers above you as you shrunk away, doing all you could not to smile or giggle. But Wanda’s red whisp fingers began coming toward you too, and Yelena’s hands joined them. You suddenly had two sets of fingers kneading into your ribs, two magical hands fluttering into your belly, and two strong hands squeezing into your thighs. 

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” You shrieked and fell into a fit of giggles, unable to take this many tickles with a poker face as you tried to wiggle away.

Wanda was the one two smirk now, “Magic word with this little one is just, ‘Tickle,’” she teased, nudging Yelena. 

“Tickle? Why tickle?” Yelena asked as you began squirming. 

“Nohoho stohop sayhing thahat!” You blurt. 

Yelena exchanged mischievous looks with the other two women whose faces also showed nothing but mirth. Nat teased you, tracing and skittering over your ribs only to suddenly drill her thumbs in with just enough pressure to get you arching your back. 

“NAHAHA RIHIHIBS!” You shriek.

“Ha, I got her good!”

Wanda used that opportuning to slip her spidering fingers under your shirt and flutter along your lower belly and waistline, sending you into another octave of laughter. 

“GAHAHAH WAHAHAAHAN!”

Wanda smirked, “Ha, she’s begging me to stop.”

Yelena frowned, “Hey, no fair!” She looked you over before raising an eyebrow and deciding to drive her thumbs right into your hips, which sent you into the highest octave of laughter, “NAHAHA AHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHERE!” 

The blonde smirked, “Ha, I win.”

Wanda and Nat roll their eyes fondly at Yelena’s victory smile as they all let you go before you went into silent laughter. You can’t stop smiling as you giggle quietly, now you’re practically laying across the three of them. Nat runs her fingers through your hair and Wanda rubs your back, Yelena tracing affectionate shapes on the side of your leg. 

“I think we fixed her smile, and that’s what counts,” Nat smiles down at you fondly and you blush, “Thank you guys...for everything.” 

“I had fun,” Yelena said bluntly with an impish grin. 

Wanda chuckled, “Anytime, little one.” She cooed as she raked her nails soothingly up and down your back. 

And that night, you fell asleep with your smile feeling loved and protected by a sisterhood you’ve only dreamt could be reality. 

#natasha romanoff #bonding #sisterhood #tickling #wanda maximoff #yelena belova

[jayankles]

Piss Me Off

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Word Count: 779

Warnings: smut, profanities

Kinktober Day 6: Angry or Hate Sex - @becs-bunker​

@supernaturallymarvellous​ requested: “Soooo....I've been binging Brooklyn 99 since the latest round of lockdowns started and I have reignited my love of one Detective Jake Peralta. Could you be persuaded to perhaps write angry/hate sex with the sexiest detective in Brooklyn?! xx”

FEEDBACK IS GOLD AND APPRECIATED!

“I told you, Peralta, I didn’t need your help!” You yelled, ripping off your jacket in a hurry tossing it onto the back of your desk chair.

“And I told you that I had no choice.” He threw his hands in the air. “He had a gun, Y/N, a gun.”

“What is the commotion, Detectives?” Captain Holt comes out of his office and removes his glasses. There has been one too many arguments between the two detectives. The rest of the precinct noticed that the both of you agitated one another.

Hitchcock and Scully jumped at the shouting, the both of them spilling the second lunches of the day, Hitchcock’s shirt already off but all you could see was red.

“Peralta can’t stay out of my business and thinks I need saving.”

“Y/N can’t accept help when she clearly needed it”

Captain Holt watched as they continued to argue, going back and forth with childish quips. “That is enough. Peralta. Y/L/N. Briefing room now.”

Holt wasn’t going to tolerate any more of their yapping. He didn’t follow the both of you into the briefing room, just closing the door behind them.

“I am appalled by their childish behaviour. It is ridiculous. I need you to come up with an idea to keep them from killing each other before I do it myself.”

Amy stood up, adjusting her pantsuit jacket, as perky as ever she pulled out a binder. “I’ve been working on this since their second fight. We start with a three month course with a therapist.”

“No thank you. Three months is too much of a lengthy wait. We need an immediate solution. Boyle?”

“Handcuff them together, make them sit down, have a nice candle lit dinner and they’ll fall in love.”

“Charles,” Gina dragged out his name in annoyance, “not everyone is going to fall in love after a dinner date. But I do like the handcuff idea, baby girl.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” Rosa interjected, arms crossed over her chest. “They need to bone.”

*

“When are you going to learn that I don’t need you to protect me.” You pushed Jake against the wall and pressed your finger into his chest.

Jake looked down at your finger then at your angry face, biting his lip with a stupid smile on his face. “Are we gonna make out or are you going to kill me? Because I would be happy either way.”

“Shut up, Jake.” You breathed, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in, pressing your lips to his.

Jake was surprised at first but then he leaned into the kiss, his hand resting on your hip.

“Wait, are we doing the dirty? Are we having sex, right now?”

“We will if you shut up and fuck me.” You said in a hushed voice, pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuckling his belt.

“Okay.” Jake responded in a daze, the goofy grin back on his face when your hand wrapped around his cock.

Jake pressed his lips to yours once again, pulling your hand from his pants and guiding you back to the table in the room.

“Take your pants off, you’re going to fuck me and we’re going to act like nothing happened.”

In an unlike Jake manor, he spun you around, hands reaching around your waist to unbutton your jeans to pull them and your panties down to your knees. He stood behind you, his pants and underwear already halfway down his legs.

Bending you over the table, Jake spread your legs apart and dug his fingers of one hand into your hips whilst the other gripped his cock and lined it up with your entrance, slowly pushing into your pussy.

You groaned as he filled you up, it wasn’t long before hips hips started rutting against you, moving back and forth, fucking himself into you over and over again. You tried to hide your screams then remembered that the room was soundproof. All inhibitions were tossed out the window. You cried out in pleasure, clutching tightly onto the edges of the table to the point your knuckles hurt.

“Harder, Jake. Come on.” You encouraged him, pushing back against him, Jake complied, speeding up his pace and grunting near your ear. He came, falling on top of you, almost squashing you. Breath hot against your cool skin.

“So are we going to do this again?” Jake said a few minutes later, cleaning himself up and adjusting his clothes.

You did the same, pulling up your panties and jeans before redoing your hair. “I don’t know yet. Depends when you piss me off.”

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#becskinktoberfest #jake x reader #jake peralta x reader #jacob peralta x reader #when I type jake it looks so weird #idk #anyway #jake x reader smut #jake peralta x reader smut #jake peralta smut #b99 smut #b99 x reader smut #b99 fic #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

[partywithgyu]

TXT REACTION.

S/O coming out as bisexual.

//Requested//

Choi Yeonjun.

You were seated on the couch. With your phone in your hand you were scrolling through the instagram feed. Your boyfriend, Yeonjun was in the room, talking to his friends. It was something he would enjoy. Him and his friends would often have conference calls and talk about the most fun topics. He would later come giggling to you and tell you about some funny stories that definitely weren't secrets he was supposed to hide. 

He did the same this evening. He sat next to you leaving no space between the two of you. He leaned to rest his head on your shoulder. Instead of telling you a funny story, he asked you a question. "Babe, I am better than all the guys you've dated, right?," he asked, expecting an immediate reply. 

 It was the fact that he had assumed that you had dated only guys before that made you sigh. You had never brought to his attention that you weren't into guys only. It was a topic that never came up. Yeonjun was open minded, you knew. He would be accepting of you being bi too. There was slight nervousness of things being different between the two of you by any chance. So, you thought over it before telling him. You decided it was a fact. Yeonjun needed to know. 

 You smiled at the man looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. The silence had made him panic a little. "You are better than the guys and girls that I've dated." It was the fact that he was better that made him feel relieved. He was afraid of the words that would follow the silence. Then he realized. "Guys and girls? You didn't tell me you were bi babe," he said to you. You shrugged. "I don't know why I didn't. It was a topic that never came up. You're accepting of it right?" 

"Of course. I love you the same anyway," he said as he kept his hand over your hand. He looked you in the eyes with the most comforting look. Even his smile was comforting. He really did love you the same. Your sexuality had always been a part of you, he knew. Nothing about it was off putting or negative. "It's a fact about you babe. Knowing this makes me feel more connected to you. Thanks for telling me," he said to you. The wide smile you gave him after hearing those words made him feel happy. . He was glad you told this to him when you felt comfortable. "Also, I am better than all the guys and girls you've dated, huh?," he asked in a cocky tone. You playfully rolled your eyes. "Didn't I tell you the answer already."

Choi Soobin. 

 You always wanted to tell Soobin about your sexuality. He was a shy person in the beginning of the relationship. Small things would embarrass him easily. Often, he would get all awkward. You didn't want things to be like that. So you decided to not rush things. That was the best way to make him comfortable about the relationship. Now that the comfort was there you wondered if letting him know that you were bi would disrupt it. 

You knew it shouldn't do that. Still there were doubts in your head. However the relationship had to be comfortable for you too. So, you decided to sit him down and tell it to him. You thought it would be an easy thing to do. It wasn't. The fact that Soobin was busy talking about what you two should get for lunch was even more distracting. You had to figure out how to get him to know that you had something important to say.

 "I need to tell you something. It's important." Just saying that took effort. He kept aside his phone and looked at you directly. "Is everything okay?" "It is. It is." You were sweating. You thought it would be easier than this. "Say something," he told you in a tone that let you know he was worried. You didn't know what to do so you hugged. You hugged him tightly. "I like you a lot. I don't want this to affect our relationship," you managed to say. "I am bisexual," you added. He wrapped his hands around you as he hugged you back. 

 The silent hug lasted for a while. "Is that all? I was a little worried," he said to you softly. "I don't think this will affect our relationship. I just hope you feel comfortable to tell me such stuff about yourself. It's nothing to feel ashamed or worried about." His warm words made your shoulders feel lighter. When you pulled away from the hug to look at him, he placed a small kiss on your forehead. 

Choi Beomgyu. 

 On this day, you had met a friend at the café. She had asked you to meet her because she really wanted to talk to someone. The thing she wanted to talk about was how her kind of serious relationship with a guy was over. All she did was come out to him. He couldn't handle the fact that she was bisexual. It was only because his insecurities got in the way. This story was scary to hear because you didn't want your relationship with Beomgyu to come to an end like that. 

That night, as Beomgyu played the most pleasant tunes on his guitar, you sat next to him. He loved it when you did. In the dimly lit room, with Beomgyu before you, you started wondering if things would come to an end if he came to know about your sexuality. But it was only right to tell him, you had concluded. "Sweetie," you told him. Your eyes were already tearing up. "Yes?" "I want to tell you something but I am scared," you managed to say. 

 He kept his guitar aside and shifted closer to you. "Is everything fine? You don't have to be scared to tell me anything. It's me, your sweetie," he assured. His dark eyes looked into your eyes. His thumb wiped out a tear running down your cheek. "Sweetie, I am bisexual," you said to him in a breath. There were a few seconds of silence. "Okay." You looked at him, a little anxious of him wondering if it was time to end things. "That's all? Nothing bad happened right?," he asked you as he placed a hand on the side of your face. "That's all."

 "Nice. It must've been difficult to confess. I am proud of you," he said before placing a kiss on your cheeks. "What do you think about it?," you asked him, taken back by how understanding he was being. "It's something that you are. There's nothing wrong about it. I still love you. You still love me right?" "Yes. Very much." 

Kang Taehyun. 

 "You have something to say," said Taehyun. 

 You furrowed your eyebrows at the fact stating. "No. I don't." 

  He just sighed as he got back to coloring the picture that he had been for a few minutes now. You just sat there wondering how to break it to him. You wanted to keep it casual. Just tell it and leave kinda situation. However coming out to someone took more than just that. It needed courage. 

  You slowly grabbed a paper kept on the table. Then you reached out for the pink crayon. This was the most simple way to do it, you thought. You wrote down the words, 'I am bi.' Slowly you slipped the paper to the boy who was well aware that you were up-to something. He looked at it before lifting it up to read the words. He gave you a small glance before picking up another paper. 

 You watched him cover it as he wrote something. You were so worried about what he had to say. The fact that he was writing it down made you more nervous. A few minutes later he slid the paper to you. 'Hi bi. I am Taehyun.' You burst out laughing on reading that. He too chuckled. "What's the matter with you?," you said to him in the middle of the laughs. "I thought we were introducing ourselves." "Very funny," you said sarcastically before playfully rolling your eyes. 

  "On a serious note. I know that it  doesn't change how much you matter to me. It's just a part of who you are and I am happy that you can admit it proudly." 

Huening Kai. 

The two of you were watching Brooklyn 99. Binge eating while watching Netflix was something you and Huening Kai did often. The episode playing happened to be the one where Rosa comes out to her parents. Considering how you had been feeling guilty about not coming out yet, you found yourself getting emotional over it. Huening Kai noticed it immediately. Jumping to conclusions wasn't his thing. So, he didn't do that. "You want a tissue?," he asked, gaining your attention. You nodded. He headed to the room to get you a box. 

   You had been waiting for the right time to come out. It was difficult. You didn't want to be seen differently. You were scared of being told that it was just a phase or anything related to the stereotypes related to bisexuality. Her parents didn't accept it. You were scared that people in your life wouldn't accept it too. You didn't want to be treated badly. You didn't deserve it, you knew. Another thing you knew was that Huening Kai wasn't the kind to do that. So, you decided to let him know. 

  He handed you the box before sitting on the couch. You pulled out a tissue and wiped your tears. You then turned to look at Huening Kai who was trying his best to not make you feel uncomfortable about your emotions. "Kai, I love you a lot and want to continue dating but there's just something I haven't told anyone. I am bi," you said to him. He turned to look at you. "Oh." Well, he didn't know how to react. He needed a few seconds to decide what to say to you. When he did speak, he left you feeling so happy. "I know it must be tough to confess it. Even accepting it must be tough. People can be unnecessarily mean about sexualities. They are the wrong ones. I think it's something you should never have to hide from anyone. Don't feel forced to tell people if you don't want to. You know, it's your thing. No one can tell you that it's wrong." 

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[brazenautomaton]

binging brooklyn 99

god I hate it when the protagonists are on trial for some crime they didn’t do, and the defense attorney clearly has no theory of the crime and no strategy and isn’t trying at all

when your defense is “we were performing an undercover sting operation because this dirty cop was performing bank robberies and we didn’t know she already made us and contrived a situation where she could appear to be busting us”

and a witness says “Yes, I saw the bank robbers, those two, right there!”

that is not a bad thing that does not make you wince and go oh no because you already stipulated you were physically there that testimony is irrelevant!

when you bring in a surprise witness and just before he testifies you get the piece of evidence that lets you know he is actually on the evil cop’s side, right before he says “The protagonists offered me $300,000 to lie and accuse the evil cop!” you’re in great position!

time doesn’t stop moving after that! you in fact have him dead to fucking rights! you call for a recess since the witness obviously has gone wild, you talk to the protagonists, you find out what happened. 

you request permission to treat the witness as hostile, and then you bring up “oh hey so if you were just now approached by the protagonist when you claim he offered a bribe to perjure yourself, how come this offshore account that the investigating officers conveniently discovered and attributed to the protagonists was actually filled by transfers from your farm? do you have a pre-existing relationship with them? if you didn’t, how did you know where to send the money, unless of course those accounts were set up by someone else? if you did, why didn’t you say that, it seems like you would lead with it, and also how about I ask you some questions about the nature and duration of that relationship that I can contradict with information I have about the protagonists but you don’t because you didn’t know this was happening until they showed up at your door?”

he committed perjury without time for the evil cop to set things up and prep him, and you have the evidence that shows he was involved! try more than not at all!

[oopsiedoopsie23]

Mission gone wrong | Jake Peralta x reader

A/N: Obsessed with Brooklyn 99, I’ve definitely been binging it way too much. And, I love Peraltiago so, so much but I agree, Peralta is way too charming and deserves way more love! Also I’m slowly going through my requests, so if you have sent me one, I’m gonna get through it eventually, so stay tuned my loves! And thank you for the request, babes <3

Prompt: The reader works at the 99 and goes undercover for a case as a stripper, but Jake worries when things don’t go exactly as planned (the two are dating in this imagine).

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, drugging and strippers

“Okay everyone, settle down, settle down.”

The briefing room was ecstatic, everyone muttering and gossiping to one another about the new case that they had just received this morning.

It was rumoured to be one of the largest cases that the precinct had ever seen, involving one of Brooklyn’s largest drug kingpins, and the case being handed to the 99 by the commissioner himself. 

“Charles, are you sure that you’re right?”

“Yeah Charles, us storming into a fancy Peruvian banquet to take down this guy seems really unlikely...and weird.”

“Guys! The Captain told everybody to be quiet...so be quiet!”

You and Jake turned around, facing the front of the room to look at Terry and Captain Holt, not bothering to hide the fact that the two of you were gossiping with Charles.

“Thank you, Sergeant Jeffords. As you all know, this morning our precinct received a rather large case from the commissioner so if you have all stopped gossiping and whispering amongst yourselves then, we can get started with the briefing.”

“Jeez Captain is it really that bad?”

“Excuse me, my apologies if my previous statement was rather harsh but there are um, some aspects of this case that are making me rather uncomfortable uh, Sergeant Jeffords would you give our precinct the briefing please.”

You and Jake looked at each other, the fact that Captain Holt was nervous was definitely not a good sign. 

“Damn maybe we really are going to a Peruvian banquet.” 

“Okay everyone, so today we are going to be taking down this man...” You all sit up straighter as Terry shows the precinct the photo of the convict, “His name is David Robertson, 41 years old, executive on Wall Street and one of the biggest drug king pins in Brooklyn.”

“Okay, so we have to take down the big bad wolf of wall street?”

“Hey was that a reference to that movie with Leonardo Dicaprio that we watched together?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh as Jake interrupted you, “Yeah, dang he looked good in that movie.”

“I know!” the two of you high fived before Terry continued speaking,

“L/N, Peralta, if you could keep your weird flirting and conversations ‘till after the briefing?”

“Or at home?”

“Or just not do it at all...ever.”

You and Jake smiled sheepishly as he turned to shrug at Amy and you chose to give the finger to Rosa (jokingly of course, you don’t have a death wish).

“Anyways, the good news is that the 84 has already found a lead that we can use to take down Robertson for good!”

Everyone in the room cheered and high fived at the good news.

“Wait so all we have to do is surround the location, storm in and Boom! Bad guy’s gone!”

Everyone in the room agreed and chuckled before Rosa cut in, 

“What’s the bad news Sarge?”

“...the location is Walt’s Gentlemen’s club.”

The room went silent as everyone digested Terry’s words,

“Wait so it’s a Peruvian banquet that no girls are allowed in?” Everyone groaned at Charles’ confusion causing him to let out an exasperated “What?”

“Charles, it’s a strip club not a Peruvian banquet!”

“Oh! Oh no...” 

You face palmed as Charles’ unconscious body hit the ground,

“We’ll just...give Charles a minute.”

3 hours later~

You all settled back into your seats in the briefing room, everyone once again muttering to one another about the big case.

“I mean a gentlemen’s club? This is like a case from my nightmares!”

“It’s okay Amy! Hitchcock and I were there last week, it’s very clean!”

Everyone’s faces scrunched up simultaneously in disgust and horror, “Scully! Why were you and Hitchcock at a strip club last week?”

“What? They’ve got the best chicken wings in the city!”

You hear Charles gasp dramatically, and see him place a hand on his chest in horror, “Scully! You did not just say that!”

“Okay everyone! We’ve just got word from the commissioner and we have decided that due to the importance of this case, we are turning this into a brief undercover mission.”

“Wait...so does that mean that Boyle and I are gonna get to dress up in the suit that I wore to my Nana’s funeral and eat some chicken wings while some ladies are sliding on poles?”

“Or, does that mean that we’re gonna have to watch Amy talk about personal hygiene as she attempts to slide down a pole?”

You try your best to hold back your laughter as Amy blushes and stutters after Gina.

“Actually...we were thinking of having someone else go undercover...”

You and Rosa immediately gave each other the look, knowing that with both of your skills, experience and luck, it was probably going to be one of you.

Before Holt or Terry can continue talking about the case, you and Rosa simultaneously stick your fists out, preparing for an intense game of rock, paper, scissors,

“You know the drill, L/N.”

“Loser has to work this brilliant, but extremely embarrassing and demeaning case that would ruin either of our reputations, you’re on Diaz!”

You feel Jake began to bounce in your seat in anticipation behind you,

“C’mon Y/N you got this! Make me proud, honey!”

“C’mon Rosa! Don’t let them win! I may have lost my bet against Jake but you can still take down Y/N! Don’t let another one of them get away!”

Everyone stares at Amy, with her sudden outburst of intensity, “Jeez Santiago, you good?” 

“Y-yeah I’m fine Sarge, just really into this game of rock, paper, scissors, you know? I just uh, really want to see who gets to work the pole?” Amy stutters, clearly flustered but is luckily saved by Holt,

“Actually, Santiago this time it isn’t up to a wager of rock, paper, scissors to deci-”

“Okay everyone! My name is Jake Peralta, I’m your host this evening, and welcome to the annual, L/N, Diaz showdown, this time to decide who gets the pleasure of pretending to be a...drum roll please, Boyle...lady of the night for a bunch of sketchy drug dealers and pervy old men!”

“What’s a lady of the night?”

“Oh not now Boyle!”

“In this corner, she is the reigning rock, paper, scissors champ, who would make the most terrifying pole dancer ever...Rosa Diaz!”

Cheers are heard throughout the room as Rosa cracks her knuckles, preparing for the game.

“And in this corner, she has the best taste in men and after the last fight, had to pretend to be married to Hitchcock, and did I mention is my hot girlfriend...Y/N L/N!”

Cheers are also heard throughout the room as Jake echoes your name dramatically and you nod your head at Rosa in acknowledgement.

“Okay fighters, on shoot,  ready?”

The two of you shake hands as you feel everyone slightly tilt forward to get a good view of your matchup.

“Rock...Paper...Scissors...Shoot!”

On cue, you quickly lay your hand flat in a paper formation as Rosa balls her hand into a fist, signalling rock.

“YES!”

“And our winner by paper...Y/N L/N!”

Everyone claps and cheers as Jake raises your arm into the air and you take a bow, smiling as Rosa groans and puts her head in her hands.

“Actually detectives, the commissioner and I have already decided that the best choice for this undercover mission would be, Detective L/N.”

“Wait, what?”

“B-but I won the rock, paper, scissors!”

“You all realize that this is an extremely important case which your petty game has no impact on right?”

You open your mouth again in protest when Holt cuts you off,

“It is only used for small, un-important cases like homicides.”

You groan as Rosa snickers,

“Ha! Y/N still has to pretend to be a stripper!”

“Terry you can’t possibly agree, I mean you told me that Rosa used to do ballet, right? You’ve got dance experience surely you’d be a better stripper than me!”

Terry’s eyes widen as Rosa growls at him, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/N um, I’m sure you’d be a great stripper, m-much better than Diaz.”

you sigh, letting your head fall onto the table, feeling Jake feverishly pet your shoulder as Holt dismisses the meeting.

“On the bright side, you’ll look hot?”

“Not the time, Jake.”

Another 3 hours later~

“Ugh, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this!”

“But you look amazing! That brassiere really brings out your eyes!”

“Charles! Why are you looking at my girlfriend’s brassiere?” 

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend and his best friend begin to argue over the pronunciation of brassiere, instead choosing to prepare yourself for the hours of hell ahead of you.

“Damn L/N you look hot.” you smirk at Rosa, giving your friend a salute.

“Yeah um, the mascara was a good touch.”

You chuckled at how uncomfortable Amy was with you standing in the bullpen practically half naked.

Then, Holt walks in with Terry and the commissioner by his side, seemingly re-discussing the case,

“Okay team, you all know the drill, L/N will go in, pretending to be an employee at our target’s location, and flirt with the target, enticing him to go to a private room in the back and Peralta and Boyle will also be undercover as fellow customers as another set of eyes in the room. Diaz, Santiago, Jeffords and I, along with a task force from the 84 will then surround all the exits as L/N finds a way to distract him, then when he tries to run we got ourselves a convict.”

You all cheer, and suit up (or in your case put on a flimsy trench coat), preparing yourselves for the mission.

“Hey, are you okay?” you look over and see Jake watching you with worried eyes,

“Yeah...just nervous.” you chuckled nervously, fiddling with your hands.

“Hey, look at me, you’ll be fine, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.”

He gently takes your hands in his, making you smile at the sweet gesture,

“I’m more nervous about having to dance half naked in front of a bunch of strangers than being surrounded by a bunch of drug dealers.”

Jake laughs, making you smile as he gives you a quick peck to your forehead.

“Promise me that you’ll close your eyes?”

“Oh no way! This is my one chance to watch you perform!”

You dramatically gasp, lightly smacking his chest as the two of you burst out laughing once again,

“Will you at least make sure that Charles closes his eyes?”

“Oh yeah, for sure, that’s disgusting.”

The two of you stay silent for the rest of the short car ride, choosing to instead, hold hands and pretend to listen to Charles list off all of the restaurants that should rightfully be named the best in the city.

“Alright, we’re here, you know what to do. Good luck L/N.” 

You nod at Holt with a slight smile gracing your lips, as you step out of the car as gracefully and seductively as you could, and walking into the club.

As you walk in, you let your eyes momentarily adjust to the dark lighting, subtly dropping your trench coat to the floor, attempting to blend in with the rest of the half naked ladies walking around.

You grab a nearby tray of drinks and begin to circle the club, trying your best to act as if you weren’t about to barf from all of the sleazy looks you were getting.

“Hey gorgeous, over here!”

You turn your head and see David Robertson himself, sitting with a group of large men, calling you to him.

You gulp and tense but instantly relax as you see Jake and Charles walk through the door, both failing miserably to look as if they belonged at the club.

You give a slight nod to them as you strut over to Robertson’s table, putting your best flirty smile on your face (the one you give Jake when you try to talk him out of forcing you to watch Die Hard for the 1000th time).

“Hello Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”

“You must be new around here, we come here every night and we haven’t seen you around before.” you inhale as all of the burly men chuckle as if the comment was funny.

“Well I’m new here so, you probably know this place better than I do.” you giggle

The men chuckle once again, one of them even tossing you a dollar bill,

“I like you, what’s your name sweetheart?”

“Sugar...” you lean forward, trying your best to seduce the man, “Because I’m sweet...and once you taste me you can’t get enough.” 

You swear you can hear a gasp and a “Oh that’s good!” from Charles behind you but you pretend like it didn’t phase you at all,

“So...Sugar...you got any moves?”

“Well sir, I’m not like other girls here...I only dance in private, it makes things a lot more...interesting.”

“Ooh, now I like you even more!”

You smile as your target takes out his wallet, placing a black card on the table, clearly taking you up on your offer.

But as you lean back, holding your hand out for the man to take, Robertson instead pushes forward two glasses filled with a dark liquid, clearly signalling that he wants you to take one.

You try hiding your shock from the gesture and quickly try finding an excuse for not drinking the unknown drink...and whatever substances may be in it.

“I’m not so sure about that...I’m on the clock, you know.” You give another flirtatious smile, hoping that it will get you out of the situation.

“Well sweetheart, no drink...no deal.” You gulp as you watch him dramatically slide his card away from you as the last words leave his mouth.

You tilt your head slightly, to take a look at Jake and Charles, one of which has chicken sauce all over his face and the other who is feverishly shaking his head no.

But if I don’t do this, this whole case may go to waste.

You look away from Jake, looking Robertson dead in the eye once again,

“Oh the things we do for a little fun hm?” you attempt to say nonchalantly.

You slowly wrap your hands around the small glass, trying your best to identify whatever’s inside of it, before tilting it upwards and letting the burning liquid slide down your throat.

You watch as your target quickly does the same, before slamming his card on the table and letting you guide him to the back into a small room.

You feel your head become slightly dizzy and your throat burns from whatever was in the glass, the side effects becoming so severe that you barely notice that you’re now in the back room.

Focus L/N, focus.

You try to stand up straight and keep your vision clear as you watch Robertson begin to unbuckle his pants and take out a bunch of small containers of substances from his pockets.

“Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well...sugar I’m just preparing for a bit of fun...I mean this is what I paid for right?”

You gulp, praying that Jake and Charles and everyone else on the team were in their positions by now, you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer.

“Um, sorry Robertson but no, I don’t think this is what you paid for.”

The man freezes and tenses, clearly shocked from your answer,

“H-how do you know my name?”

You try to stand up straight once again, trying to look as strong as possible,

“Because of this...” you hold up your badge.

Robertson’s eyes widen and he scrambles as he tries to make a break for it. 

You immediately chase after him, watching as he finds the nearest exit door, pushing it open, and sprinting out.

“Freeze! This is the NYPD, David Robertson, put your hands in the air!”

You watch smugly as he reluctantly puts his hands in the air, surrendering himself to your colleagues. That is until, your knees begin to buckle and your dinner start to come back up.

Jake, who was right behind you, is quick to notice and guides you to a nearby bush, holding your hair back as you begin to vomit.

“Jeez, was it really that bad in there?” you hear Rosa walk up to you, disgust laced in her voice,

“No, she drank some sketchy drink from that Robertson dude.”

“What? Y/N what the hell? That could’ve been poisoned!” 

You gag and feel a gentle pat on your back, before sitting back down on the curb, not caring if you were still half naked.

“H-he wouldn’t go with me if I didn’t take it...I didn’t want the whole case to be a bust.”

You gratefully smile as you feel Jake’s jacket wrap around your shoulder,

“That was stupid...but brave, L/N.”

You jokingly swat Amy’s hand away as she tries grabbing onto your wrist, to check your pulse,

“I’m fine Amy, I’m alive.”

Rosa takes your terrible humour as a sign that you’re better, and signals for Amy to give you and Jake some space.

“So...since you just barfed your dinner all up, you wanna get something to eat?”

#jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta imagine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn 99 imagine #imagine #fanfiction #andy samberg #andy samberg imagine #andy samberg x reader #oopsiedoopsie23

[hold-our-destiny]

My silence means i am tired (of fighting) chapter 1

yayayayayayay the big day is here. @canonismybitch​ ‘s birthday!!! go send her all the love you want.

This is a fic based slightly off of a criminal minds episode she forced me to watch. so yay.

read it here on ao3

Also my @badthingshappenbingo​​ square for ‘bound and gagged’ 

warnings: home invasion, blood, near death, kind of a cliffhanger, there WILL be a happy ending.

also a little note: i wrote Peter in this to be 15/16, if a 15 year old kid is alone in a penthouse with no security system and no way of calling for help, he’s gunna be pretty scared. so i basically wrote him into being more scared than invested in fighting back, as in paralysed with fear, glad we could clear that up.

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Tony realised they shouldn’t have gone to dinner that night. He knows they shouldn’t have left Peter alone, no matter how much the kid insisted. He had a bad feeling from the beginning of the night, but he brushed it off. Ignored it. 

He couldn’t put into words how much he regretted that now.

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Tony giggled as him and the team walked out of the restaurant, all in various stages of drunkenness, leaning on each other as they walked down the street. Bruce and Steve were the only ones who were sober, maybe just slightly tipsy. Bruce, well he couldn’t lose control and let the hulk out, and Steve, he could have three bottles of whiskey and still not be drunk, perks of being a supersoldier. 

 “Tony, Tony Tony! Tell- tell clint about when, when you walked in on Steve and Bucky” Natasha giggled, Steve ran in between them, pulling tony towards him.

 “No! No, no, you’re not doing that tonight” The three avengers all groaned in protest, but Steve didn’t let up, leading the group towards the tower.

 It took them 10 minutes to get through the rotating doors by the entrance, even longer to all fit in the elevator, somehow all managing to get in (Bucky and sam having to cram themselves into a corner but that’s besides the point), some of the team tripping over their feet on the way in. Tony called out to FRIDAY, eyebrows creasing when he didn’t get an answer, but shrugged it off.

 God how much he regretted that now.

 The doors opened to the penthouse, lights on and laughs from the elevator filling the air. Slowly, they filtered out of the elevator, some leaning on others. It took them a few seconds to notice the limp body on the floor, stopping in their tracks as they did, before Tony choked out a whisper.

 “Peter?”

 As they slowly processed the scene, the room erupted in chaos. Rhodey yelling out for Bucky to go get Cho, Natasha quickly turning the teenager’s head over to find a weak pulse. He saw Bruce run over to the body, immediately getting into the doctor mindset he was well known for- yelling out orders to Sam and Steve, Tony stood frozen.

 God please, not him. 

Tony shook his head and stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the teenager’s head, he moved to hold one of the kid’s hands, gagging when it nearly slipped out of his hold, slick with blood. Tony looked down, startled at the sight of the kid- his kid. There was a puddle of blood underneath him, slowly growing bigger, as his skin paled. Tony didn’t dare try to find where the blood was coming from, he’d leave that to Bruce.

He saw Peter was tied up, ropes around his wrists and ankles, bruised and bloody. His breathing was laboured through the gag shoved in his mouth. God, how long had he been like this?

Tony flinched as someone pulled him away from the limp body, going quietly, knowing it was the best for the kid. Doctors obstructed his view as they loaded him onto a stretcher. He turned around in the person’s grip to find Rhodey holding him back. He turned his face into his best friend’s chest, tears starting to fall.

As the elevator doors closed behind the various doctors, he heard the team start to talk. He mainly zoned out what they were saying, but one question stood out to all of them.

How did this happen?

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 A few minutes later, Tony stood in the lab, rhodey next to him, with the team stood by the back wall, they knew they shouldn't be intruding on this moment, but they deserved to know what happened to their favourite team member. They knew they had to see it for themselves.

 The screens in front of them lit up, “Sorry boss, it seems my systems were compromised and I was turned off after you left,” Announced FRIDAY.

 Tony sighed, “That’s okay, babygirl, the cameras were up, though, right?” The rest of the team looked shocked as the AI answered.

“Yes, boss.” 

 Tony sighed and nodded, somewhat relieved. He’d made sure the cameras were always recording just in case FRIDAY was down, he never thought he’d have to check. The screen in front of him showed a frozen scene of the entrance from the kitchen to the living room.

 The team held their breath as the video started to play.

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 Peter turned the light on as he walked into the kitchen, humming under his breath. He grabbed a glass of water before turning to walk into the lounge. He raised a hand to his neck as his senses tingled, but shook it off.

 It’s safe here.

 He sat on the couch and started flipping through the channel options on the tv, kicking his feet up to rest on the coffee table. The team had only left 10 minutes ago but he was going to make the most out of his alone time. 

He felt a presence behind him, turning his head slightly to check on it, finding nothing. He shrugged it off yet again, not fully letting his guard down.

Only a few minutes later, he felt the same presence, turning to check, he chastised himself for being so wary, he’s spiderman, he can handle himself. He found nothing yet again, turning to look back at the tv before he heard a crash from the kitchen.

Immediately, he jumped up, checking his wrists-

 His webshooters were in the lab.

 That’s okay, that’s fine, he can just call Tony-

 He left his phone in the kitchen.

 What’s he thinking? He doesn’t need Tony. It’s probably just some plates falling over.

 Still, he was slow as he walked to the entrance to the kitchen. He looked through the doorway, breathing out a small sigh of relief when he found nothing, he checked through some of the cupboards, finding nothing out of place. 

He started humming again, moving back towards the tv, ready to binge watch brooklyn 99 for the rest of the night.

 He stopped in his tracks as he heard a voice.

 “‘S a lovely song you’re humming there” Peter whirled around, moving into a fighting stance, eyes landing on a man sat on the edge of the couch, looking relaxed. 

 His shoulder length brown hair moved as he spoke, “Such a nice coincidence the team was away for the night,” he moved to rest his head on his fist, propped up by his knee,”We’ve got hours together now”

 Peter’s mind seemed to run at twice the speed, as he ran towards the lab, desperate to find something to fend off this guy, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone.

 He shut himself in his bedroom, rummaging through his drawers for his spare webshooters, moving at lightning speed. 

 They weren’t here.

 He sobbed as he heard footsteps come closer to his room, feeling completely helpless. 

 “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” 

 The doorknob to his room turned slowly, as if taunting him. The man stepped through, spotting Peter crouched in the corner of the room immediately. He smiled sickly, walking toward him.

 He easily took Peter's wrists in one of his hands, holding them away from both of them, effectively holding Peter back. He was helpless to stop it. The man took a cloth out of his pocket, turning it over in his hand once or twice, Peter pulled back as much as he could from him.

 “Come on, now, it’s okay. Just… relax” he chuckled slightly as he held the cloth to Peter’s mouth, pressing it firmly to his closed lips and nose. 

Within a few seconds, Peter’s eyes were drooping closed, the scent going through his system without him knowing. The man kept the cloth pressed to Peter’s face as he let go of his wrists and picked him up, carrying him out of the room.

 “It’ll all be over soon”

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#irondad #irondad fic #tony stark #peter parker #steve rogers #whump #hurt/comfor #there will be a happy ending #part one #home invasion #blood #kind of gore #hospital #drug use #daniel writes

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AARON SORKIN'S "WOMAN PROBLEM" AND THE NEWSROOM

After binging on The Newsroom (and loving it) created by Aaron Sorkin I got to thinking about his reputed "woman problem" when some YouTube commenter described all the female characters on the show as "twits." That's a characterization I strongly disagree with, and will show why, but also can't shake the intuitive sense that his portrayal is rightly controversial. By that I mean it is right that it should be a matter of discussion, not that it is necessarily wrong. The people holding the discussion need to decide that for themselves.

First the bald facts. Women in this drama hold power: Leona founded and still owns the company, Mackenzie is the Executive Producer of the network's flagship news program with a male second-in-command and many male staff, Sloan is the acknowledged smartest person in the company with far more lucrative prospects awaiting her should she choose them, Maggie is promoted instantly from a personal aide to an associate producer by a woman despite her youth and inexperience. Women are in leadership roles with real power that they do exercise.

In their relationships to men, the women in The Newsroom engage in give and take.

Mackenzie may look at Will like a doe-eyed schoolgirl at times but she's in love with him and is self-recriminating about previous behaviors. She isn't like that with any other male characters. Even with Will she frequently takes charge and makes him follow her direction, which he does. Mac exercises real power in her relationship with Will from episode one on. When Will doles out his "punishments" she only takes them to the degree that she believes she should. She holds the power at any time to say, "That's enough!" which she does in regards to the engagement ring. When she does that he realizes he's gone too far and changes his behavior.

Maggie coddles Don in most of the scenes we see of them and breaks up with him mostly in scenes we don't see. I'd venture to guess that the early breakups happen because the relationship has no room for her passion and she gets tired of soothing his ego to make things work. In contrast, Maggie's drawn to Jim because he awakens and allows room for her passion. Most employees who confront and yell at their bosses as much as she does with Jim would be suspended and/or fired. He lets her get away with it to a degree because he recognizes that that same passion drives her to become an excellent journalist. And because he likes her. Both are true. Every once in awhile he has to reprimand her in public to assert authority over his team or it gives permission to his other staff to behave the same way. Maggie is no shrinking violet. She is strong and self-directed and refuses to allow a man to control her. Most of her errors come from inexperience and human frailty. None of them occur because she's a woman.

Sloan clearly wears the pants in her relationship to Don which, to his surprise, he doesn't mind. Ever once in awhile, though, they switch roles or just relate as equals. Don goes from dating the young intern who part of him wants to dominate to dating the highly intelligent, self-directed professional who no man can dominate and becomes a better version of himself as a result. Sloan's errors in her first broadcast about Fukushima occur not because she is scared by Will as a man but because she's scared by him as respected professional. His gender doesn't matter to her. When Charlie yells at her about it she tells him strongly, "Do not call me 'girl,' sir!" And that's to the head of the News Division.

Leona clearly rules the roost and fights with Charlie as an equal or as a subordinate, never as a superior. They fight the way old friends do.

In no respect are women as a class portrayed as inferior or subordinate to the power of men. So why do I get that intuitive itch that there's something old-fashioned about Sorkin's writing on gender relations?

I think it's that some of the male characters in The Newsroom tend to be the carriers of logic and reasoning while the female characters tend to be the carriers of emotional expression. This isn't always true: Sloan is highly logical (while also passionate) and Charlie is highly emotional (while also reasonable) and Neal carries both in balance. It's certainly true, however, of the Jim & Maggie relationship which is intended as a reflection of the older Will & Mackenzie one. Remember how, in episode one, Mackenzie points out Maggie to Jim and tells him that she's a younger version of her before she grew into herself and got hotter with age? And why has Jim long been Mackenzie's choice for supervising producer? Could it be because he reminds her of Will? I think so. I also think it's fair to assume that Sorkin does not intend for that rational/emotional dichotomy to typify all gender relations since he gives us alternate examples. More likely it's because Sorkin is a brainy guy who prefers an emotionally expressive woman to bring balance into his life. When he writes romance it comes out of who he is, what he likes. That's how he connects to the material at a feeling level. Some viewers may prefer a flip on those traditional associations and the Don & Sloan relationship may have been his attempt to provide that. It's not where Sorkin feels at his strongest or most natural, though, so he writes what he knows.

There ARE problems with The Newsroom, though, that I think if addressed would have reduced criticism. In no way should bosses be allowed to date subordinates over whose careers they have an influence. The producers decide what stories are aired. The career of a journalist rises and falls with the number and quality of stories they get aired. Dating a subordinate in this environment is a breach of ethics and most professional workplace standards. To be fair, Maggie was first an intern then a personal aide and only became an associate producer (journalist) as Don was on his way out so it wasn't a total breach; definitely in the gray area, though. The sexual tension between Jim and Maggie, obvious to everyone (as Sloan pointed out in the finale), often broke out into open conflict. Mackenzie should have addressed this conflict as their supervisor but instead encouraged it. As Jim points out it was Mac's idea for him to get together with Maggie in the first place. Again, it was Mac's advice to Jim to "gather ye rosebuds while ye may" that led to his and Maggie's first kiss and then Jim deciding this was wrong. Mackenzie's regrets about her relationship with Will colored her judgment and led her to offer advice that may have been okay coming from a friend but was inappropriate coming from a supervisor. She could have been rightly disciplined or even fired by HR if found out. Jim does decide that he can't date a subordinate however he feels but Mac should have intervened and threatened to move one of them out if they couldn't handle the tension in a professional manner. In the series finale Jim offers the Supervising Producer position to the woman he's in love with. How is that not an HR violation? How would Maggie's career not be dogged by rumors of "sleeping her way to the top" if she accepts it?

The other thing is the way emotional conflicts between several of the characters break out into office wide battles. Talk about an unsafe working environment! I can't see how the entire management staff wasn't fired on an almost weekly basis. And when Mackenzie commends Maggie for her loyalty by saying she wouldn't complain to HR if her hair was on fire I cringed. Is that the message you want to send out in a #MeToo world?

Aaron Sorkin says he likes to write "very romantically, very idealistically." The chaos in the newsroom is intended for laughs, not to be taken as a serious reflection of a workplace. The characters are flawed and frequently do not do what they should. The lack of HR supervision is even mentioned by a character in season one so there's awareness that liberties are being taken. I don't think there's an inherent woman problem here, just a production not as sensitive as it might be to the struggles women face in the workplace. There are good reasons why "no dating" policies are in place, why it's unprofessional to carry your personal life into the workplace. Workplace comedies routinely feature HR nightmares for the sake of laughs: Brooklyn 99 is a good example. We don't take them seriously. It's the sheer intelligence of The Newsroom and the realistic setting that may make the comedy part seem more serious than it is. Personally I see the show as a kind of joyful fantasy; Sports Night without the canned laughter. If you can separate the fantastic from the realistic I think you'll find that The Newsroom is actually very empowering for women.

#the newsroom #mackenzie mchale #will x mac #maggie jordan #jim harper #aaron sorkin #women in tv

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Forced To Watch A Horror/Zombie Movie

“Let’s watch a movie,” Jongin smiles, pulling her to bed while she protests loudly. She knows what he’s been recommending to the fans, he knows what he’s been binge watching on Netflix - she knows him and it can only mean bad news for her.

With the chaos happening in the world, Jongin has been told to spend as little time as possible out and about which means he’s limited to seeing his band mates, his wife and family - and her. He’s been going stir crazy and when he’s not practicing, preparing or pampering Rahee and Raeon, Jongin has been stuck in his apartment with LEGO and video games so Ayla going over to keep him company has been a welcomed blessing.

“Jongin,” she whines, placing her glasses on the set of drawers that line the end of the bed, making there only be one way in or out of his large bed - which he definitely needs with the way he sleeps. “You know I don’t like horrors or zombie movies! Why are you making me watch this when you know it’ll make me scared and cry?”

He only grins, ignoring her protests as he searches through the movies to find his favourite one - Train To Busan. “You’ll be fine, jagiya, you don’t have to be scared.” He lets her snuggle into his side, his red pyjama shirt clutched in her fingers as soon as the movie plays.

He feels her jumping, her nose buried into his side and the way she begins to shake her head without even looking at the screen, completely done with the movie and hoping that she can listen her way through it. Jongin’s arms wrap around her protectively, her face now buried in his chest as he hums softly to try and calm her racing heart; it takes her a moment to realise that he’s stopped the movie, that he had stopped the movie a little while into it when he heard her whimpering and that a lot of what happened after were all in her head from an overactive imagination.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on her crown and tangling their legs together to pull her as close as he possibly can, “I didn’t realise you were that scared of those kinds of movies, you’re always so brave and strong.”

She pulls away to look at him with a pout that melts his heart, “just because you find these movies funny doesn’t mean that they are.” He feels bad, hoping that his hugs are enough to make it up to her, “can we please watch something else - I don’t want to go to sleep with zombies on my mind.”

A kiss on the forehead answers her question and Jongin immediately puts on Brooklyn 99. He won’t admit it, because it’ll get him in trouble, but he did like the feeling of protecting her like that, keeping her safe and her finding comfort in him - though, he knows if he did try that again, he’d end up sleeping on the floor.

#dating exo drabbles #written for me cos im soft #jongin drabbles #exo drabbles #kim jongin drabbles #kai drabbles

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Request; The Kombat Krew and lazy, hazy mornings.

Pretty sure this was requested, trying to find the ask for it, but it’s a super cute ask and I live for some fluff. Just shitting you, it’s got some NSFW in it as well!  Warnings; NSFW, 18+ under the cut.  GIFS do not belong to me/ I did not make them.

Kabal;

·         For a man who’s fast and speedy, he sure is lazy. Like waking him up is a near impossible task.

·         He has seven alarms set, all of which are getting ignored. He hits snooze so many times it irritates you.

·         You’ll always wake up with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He loves to spoon.

·         He’s hard to wake up, he can literally sleep through a hurricane.

·         If he has somewhere to be, he’ll eventually drag his ass out of bed, reluctantly. Each movement he’ll look back at you, with a look of sadness and jealousy plastered on his face. How come you get to stay in bed!?

·         If he doesn’t need to be anywhere, expect lots of attention, spooning, make out sessions with the potential to turn into something more intense.

·         In a morning he likes to slow things down and take it slow. The bed is so warm and comfortable, and outside is cold and has Kano in it.

·         Will often ring in sick to spend the day with you.

·         He doesn’t want to get out of bed at all. Everything is so soft. It’s his own fault for making it so nice and relaxing.

·         When you’re both awake, he’ll put Netflix on, let you rest your head on his chest and you’ll both cuddle and binge together.

·         He is not a morning person be warned. He needs some coffee to function, or he’ll be a mindless tired zombie.

·         He will bring you some morning coffee when he eventually gets up. He won’t get dressed to make it. The people in the apartment opposite can behold him in all his splendour.

·         If he has to wake you up, prepare to be awoken to the sound of his amazing, terrible, music taste. The man cannot sing but he sure as hell fucking tries.

·         “Why are we listening to Alanis Morrisette at 9 in the morning Kabal!?!”

·         “The good lord does love a song that slaps Y/N. See, the neighbours love it, their banging the walls to the rhythm.”

·         He’s such a little shit.

·         Morning sex is always on the cards. Has literally rang in sick, because you’re practically pawing at his dick and begging. He cannot say no to his Princess/Prince. Not when their wearing his shirt so lovely.

·         He’s loud in a morning. Your pour fucking neighbours. Between his noises, the song ‘Rather be’ by Clean Bandit and him banging around trying to get ready. It’s like living underneath a fucking stampede.

·         He’s such a little shit. He has the ethic of ‘If I have to be up, so the fuck does everyone else! But not Y/N. They get to nap’

Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);

·         Fucking hell. He is the definition of a morning person. He gets up before the crack of dawn. Even the fucking birds are like, go the fuck back to bed you mad bastard.

·         He doesn’t wake you up though. Unless you want to be woke up. It’s up to you though. You aren’t the Grandmaster and don’t have the responsibilities that come with it.

·         His body clock is always set to wake up an hour and a half before he’s meant to get out of bed. This gives him ample opportunity to admire you.

·         He’ll brush the hair from your face and hold you tight. He ensures he doesn’t touch any exposed flesh, as he knows that will wake you up. His touch is freezing after all.

·         He doesn’t want to leave you alone in bed, but he knows he has to. He has a clan to run after all.

·         He’ll rise quickly and silently as possible. He’s organised, so everything is already laid out and ready for him. He would hate to wake you up this early.

·         He has to do his early morning Meditation before leading the group one. So, he has to be on time. He cannot be seen being late, it sets a bad example.

·         If you have to be somewhere, he’ll make sure your alarm is set. And if you don’t have to be anywhere, he’ll make sure your alarm isn’t set. He wants you to enjoy your lie in.

·         He will fetch you a glass of water and put some fruit salad by your bed, ready for when you wake up. He’ll also leave a handwritten note.

·         “Good Morning Snowflake. You looked so peaceful whilst asleep, it would have been a travesty to wake you up. I shall see you soon. Love from, K.L” He won’t use a pet name. He’s not your Winter-boo-bear, or anything like that.

·         He doesn’t do lie-ins and the only time he ever sleeps in, is on the rare occasion he is sick or injured.

·         On these rare occasions, he loves nothing more than to snuggle up with you. He’ll fall asleep on you, finger intertwined and him gently slumbering.

·         He doesn’t do binge watching. Chase the fucking morning, live for this day and all the other pintrest slogans.

·         If you do wake with him, he’ll secretly love it, it’s a chance for you both to spend quality time together. At least a few hours of meditating, walking or reading.

·         Morning sex isn’t happening. He’s a busy man in the morning. He’s a little curious about it but not overly. He’ll make it up to you though!

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi);

·         Like Kuai he has to rise early. Except, he isn’t a fucking morning person at all. Nobody dares speak to him before he gets some tea and wakes fully up. He’s a moody bastard. He does not wish to be awake at this time. He wants to be in bed with you. But he will never say that to anyone but you. He’s got to be a tough and stoic master.

·         He’ll wake before you, he doesn’t need an alarm, his body clock is set… much to his dismay. He wishes it would switch off for once. He isn’t lazy, he just loves the feel of your body against his.

·         He is naturally warm, so he keeps you warm and your temperature cosy. And he knows, as soon as he stands to leave, the warmth will be taken with him.

·         So, if its cold outside, he’ll always rise that little bit earlier, to go fetch you a hot water bottle to replace his warmth.

·         He’ll give you a kiss on the back of your head, pull you in closer, and grab your hand. He loves to feel close to you. Even when you’re still asleep.

·         He takes full advantage of the moment, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, there’s no fear or judgement. You’re asleep. You do hear them on occasion though.

·         Before he goes, he’ll plant a kiss on your forehead, wrap the blanket around you and take one last look. Cementing and committing the image you slumbering so soundly in his head for a lifetime.

·         When you eventually awake, he’ll be there, holding a cup of coffee/tea. All he’d want in return for this reviving elixir, is just one kiss. And he’s happy for the rest of the day.

·         He doesn’t get to spend mornings in bed, he cannot be seen to be lazy, as it’s a sign of weakness.

·         He wishes he could be though. He’d love to be holding you tightly in bed a bit longer. Waking up at a more civil hour. Just the two of you lounging around together, enjoying each other’s company.

·         A man can dream.

·         Morning sex is not off the cards for him. Unlike Kuai. He’s totally down for some romantic, spontaneous morning sex. What a great way to wake you both up, get the old heart racing and get his brain functioning!

·         It’s fucking wild and like magic.

·         Everyone knows when you’ve both engaged in the chopping of the morning wood; he’s less of a moody arse for the rest of the day. Will hum to himself, smile and let small mistakes fly. Nobody is going to be like “Did you guys bone?” because it will turn into a “BONE!?” situation from Brooklyn 99.

·         “HOW DARE YOU TAKEDA TAKASHI I AM YOUR GRANDMASTER!?”

·         Because that will put him in a bad mood.

Erron Black;

·         The man can pick and choose when he wakes a lot of the time. Unless he’s in his Black Dragon days. Then he has to haul ass. Kano lied to him. He said he was a laidback boss, that was bullshit. Why else is he awake at 6 in the morning? Oh yeah, to go on a shit filled mission.

·         He’ll be envious of you getting to sleep in. But he won’t wake you. His darlin’ needs their sleep. It wouldn’t be a nice thing to do either. So, he’ll leave you asleep. Not before he spoons you a bit more though.

·         Kotal is a little more relaxed on certain days. Sunday. Sunday is the one-day Erron doesn’t have to do sweet fuck all. So, he lives for Sundays.

·         He’ll love to just lay in bed, having you laid close to him. Either an arm lazily extended, holding you close. Or you on his chest, his hand playing with your stray hair idly. He never had this in the Black Dragon.

·         Only time he had this was if someone covered his job, something he hated to do. Or if he called in sick. Something he also doesn’t like doing. But, Kano keeps the weekend for himself. Because you know, when you’ve got Erron and Kabal hauling ass, who needs to actually work?

·         He does refuse jobs to spend time with you. He lives for mornings where you don’t have to wake up till the afternoon. Mornings where you don’t have to get out of bed, where you can just lay in bed, cuddling and caressing each other’s bodies.

·         He loves mornings that turn into afternoons, which then turn into wild nights out, which replicate the lazy early mornings in turn the next day.

·         Morning sex is a big ol HELL YES! From him. He loves it. Sloppy, slow, fast, paced, not paced. Doesn’t matter. If you’re down to fuck, he’s down to fuck with you.

·         Nothing better than some morning sex to get the day started!

·         Or morning sex to set the rest of the days pace, starting with you two staying in bed till you turn into puddles.

Raiden;

·         When he wakes up its always before you. His body clock is set to a weird schedule. But he will always wake before you. He doesn’t need a lot of sleep either. So yeah, he’s awake before you.

·         He kind of watches you sleep for a bit. Curious as to what you’re dreaming of. His dreams aren’t fun. There more premonitions, mixed in with red-herrings, filled with dread and impending doom. But its cool you get to dream of owning a penguin.

·         He loves how peaceful you look, how you smile whilst you dream and how your eyes twitch and move as you slumber.

·         When he has to drag himself out of bed, its not a hard task, he is an all-day person. He functions at his peak all day. He’s just ready to get going!

·         At first, he’ll wake you up, so you can come and enjoy the day with him, but upon realising you don’t have the energy always. He leaves it up to you.

·         If you want to get up and have an energised morning, then come along grab your shit and get ready to go!

·         If you feel more tired and you crave more sleep, he’ll leave you to slumber away. Not before giving you a kiss before, stroking your forehead and promising to return quickly.

·         As for a morning lay in… that’s a different kettle of fish.

·         He must consult the elder gods before laying in. But on a serious note, he’d never had a lazy morning in bed till he met you.

·         His life has always been about putting the safety of Earthrealm first. Self-care last.

·         When you finally tempt him into a lazy morning, he’s very curious and slightly cautious. What if something bad happens to Earthrealm whilst he’s lounging about!? You have to reassure him that its well protected. With Sub, Scorpion and the Special Forces all on alert, you’re sure he can go one day without having to babysit an entire realm.

·         Winning him over is hard however. But you eventually do it via the line of ‘Don’t you want to experience what its like to be a mortal?’ informing him most Mortals do sweet naff all on their days off.

·         You have to teach him to embody the sloth. He is one of the bed, the bed is one with him.

·         He doesn’t get the appeal of laying in bed whilst he’s wide awake. He’s ready to start the day the moment his eyes open.

·         You’ll have to show him the upsides to it. Like, being able to cuddle, have a bit of a steamy make-out session. Potentially have some sweet morning sex.

·         The possibilities are endless, and he is ready to do some exploring/ learning more about this strange custom.

#Mortal Kombat #Mortal Kombat x reader #x reader #Sub Zero #Scorpion #Erron Black #Raiden #Kabal #Kuai Liang #Hanzo Hasashi #Sub zero x reader #Scorpion x reader #Erron Black x reader #Raiden x reader #Kabal x reader #Kuai Liang x reader #Hanzo hasashi x reader #mk #mk11 #mortal kombat 11

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C2E65

And now, for the first episode recap of the Great Quarantine Binge Watch of 2020. AKA, I have already watched eight Critical Role episodes in the span of like five days and I have 0 regrets about it. Here are my thoughts and rambles about Campaign 2, Episode 65 of Critical Role. (As always, minor spoilers from this point forward!)

- This was such a long dnd beyond bit and for what reason ahjslskdjd

- Jester thinking that Yasha was probably a rock god who played the harp is so funny and cute, I love how it cheered Yasha up and brought her out of dark thoughts

- Yasha: “I’ve always learned that the best way to deal with your problems is to run away from them.” / Jester: “Hey, we’re doing a good job!” Cue Brooklyn 99 meme of “maybe we shouldn’t have high fived that”

- Fjord saying “Balgura” bruh 😳

- Essek!!! My boi!!!!! (Well. A message from him at least thank u Jes I love you)

- Fjord’s dream…..

- Liam and Marisha’s reactions to Fjord’s dream dare I say mood 

- “This womb I grant, but it withers without faith.” Wait is the woman speaking to Fjord in his dream the Wildmother???

- Beauyasha watches are always an event, also Beau telling the story about Tori I love :(

- I kind of hope that we do get to see Tori and learn what happened to her

- “There’s something about you” So maybe this is going to be my new Beauyasha otp tag and what about it 

- Beau: “Have you see me? Who am I to fucking judge?” / Yasha: “I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you a lot.” okay excuse me while I sob… yes maybe I replayed that line like 5 times and what about it !!!!!!!

- The whole sequence of Jester falling off the tree, Fjord diving after her, Caleb casting Feather Fall(?) and then Fjord grabbing Jester’s hand and Thunder Stepping then to the top of the tree WHEN I TELL YOU THESE ARE THE MOMENTS I LIVE FOR 

- I have a Ranger who’s companion is a giant eagle, so I approve of Caleb’s polymorph form

- Cad making Yasha a hat…. loves 😭

#'i've seen you. i've seen you a lot.' hello????? HELLO???? #mayhaps they are.................. in l-love????????? #or mayhaps i am just the worlds biggest beauyasha stan either way this is a WIN #critical role #c2e65 #cr #my liveblogs #c2 #prev. harvestcloses

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quarantine q&a

tagged by: https://inginieur.tumblr.com/ (thanks for the random tag!)

1. Are you staying home from work/school?

yes

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

my family

3. Do you have pets to keep you company?

yes

4. Who do you miss the most?

studying in the library, expensive coffee in the morning, going home from school, etc.

5. When was the last time you left your home?

march 16, we have a scheduled midterm exam in the afternoon and I decided to go to school early. it was cancelled tho.

6. What was the last thing you bought?

chocolate shake from zagu

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed?

there’s a lot of things happening right now so it makes me anxious + online class!

8. Are you a homebody?

Definitely! I love staying home

9. What movies have you watched recently?

a ghibli movie called Howl’s moving castle!

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

there’s a lot! but to name a few, recognition day & my sister’s hs graduation

11. What’s the worst thing that you’ve had to cancel?

samgy with friends after the exams! 

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel?

journal critique presentation (we had it online & pre-recorded tho)

13. Do you have any new hobbies?

drawing! I am learning how to draw because I’m so tired of being talentless

14. What are you out of?

braincells.... jk, refills for mechanical pencils, i guess?

15. What music are you listening to?

musicals, khai dreams, ben&ben, and the beatles! 

16. What shows are you watching?

binge watching brooklyn 99!

17. What are you reading?

everyday by david levithan

18. What are you doing of self-care?

studying, listening to music, watching youtube videos, reading the bible

19. Are you exercising?

yes, plus it’s a requirement for pe

20. How’s your toilet paper supply?

we don’t use toilert paper so often, but we got few supply tho

21. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine?

no...t yet, planning on cutting my hair !!!

tagging other studyblrs, let’s be friends!

@academc @studylustre @educatingclaudia @pudustudies @ysa-crams @goghstudyblr @teacomets @teaandstudythings @1nlove

#studyblr #filipinostudyblr #studyinpo #study motivation #study space #followforfollow

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the dick & the dancer, pt. 1 | knj

part ½

genre: brooklyn 99/cop au, enemies to lovers au

word count: 11.9k (there’s still another part to go, i hate myself)

warnings: crass humor, general idiocy, lightest of angst

a/n: i enjoyed writing this so much even though my other wips are staring at me in disbelief from my drafts page asfklsflk

special thanks goes to @guktwt and @seokinkjin for reading my drafts and convincing me that this wasn’t a total dumpster fire, ily :’)

“All units, come in. We’ve got a 10-31, back up needed.”

“Unit 2 here, what’s the situation?”

“Looks like a robbery in progress in the kitchen.”  

“Copy, I’m en route. Did you get a good look at the suspect?”

“He’s got his back to us, but it looks like-“

“Son of a bitch! I knew it!”

“Wait, don’t-“

“Unit 1? Unit 1, come in, what’s happening?”

You charge at the silver haired man standing at the kitchen counter, sandwich still in his hand. Tomato and mayo go flying as he falls to the ground on his back, breath punched out of him. He blinks once, then twice, dazed, looking up to see you sitting on his chest.

“What the hell just- are you cuffing me?”

“That’s what happen to people who steal, Jimin, they get arrested.” You snap back, clicking the silver metal over his wrists.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, it was a sandwich!”  

“Theft is theft, buddy.” Pulling the man up into a standing position, you huff and blow away a loose strand of hair that escaped from your braid when you rushed him.

“Nice job, officer.” Jungkook comes up from his crouching spot behind the door. “Although in the future, you should probably let me know before you decide to assault the perp.”

Rolling your eyes, you prepare to respond when Taehyung comes skidding into the room.

“Jimin, they’re coming- oh. Uh, hey guys.”

You quirk a brow at the out of breath cop, his chest still heaving from running in response to your call. Jungkook’s eyes shift between the man you’ve got in cuffs and the one standing at the door.

“Don’t tell me-was this an inside job?”

“Tae!” You exclaim, surprise coloring your features, “I can’t believe it, you know how important my lunch is to me! I have to go all the way downtown to get the specialty ham imported from Spain!”  

Taehyung sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry guys, it’s just that-well, sometimes Chef Boyardee just doesn’t cut it anymore and you’re so good at cooking and-“  

Jimin lets out an exaggerated sigh and shakes his arms in annoyance, cuffs clinking together noisily. “Can I remind you all that we’re talking about a sandwich?”

You round on him, jabbing a finger into his face. “And let me remind you that I carry a taser and I’m not afraid of using it on a civilian-“

“What exactly is going on here?” A voice boomed.

All four of you whip around to see Seokjin standing at the entrance, arms crossed over his chest. Yoongi is leaning on the pillar behind him, clipboard in hand and a blank expression on his face.

“Captain!” Your voices chimed out simultaneously, all of you drawing your backs up straight to stand at attention.

“Can someone answer the Captain, please?” Yoongi drawled, “Something tells me this isn’t worth the public service salary I get paid.”

“Uh, well. You see-“ Taehyung begins, stuttering.

“We were really just-“ Jungkook tries to continue, coming up with nothing.

You sigh and pinch your brows together. “Captain, we caught Jimin and Taehyung as the ones who keep stealing my lunch. So, naturally, I cuffed him to teach him a lesson.”

There’s a long pause as Seokjin stares at each of you in turns, all of you waiting with bated breath.

“His arms should be behind his back, it prohibits balance and prevents suspects from running off. You should know better, Detective.” He finally says, wagging at Jimin’s hands linked together in front of his body.

You blink in surprise. “Of course, sir, you’re right.”

He nods and walks off, Yoongi shaking his head and following behind him. All of you exhale, letting out the breath you had been holding in. Jungkook high fives you as Taehyung moves to release Jimin from his restraints.

“You’re all idiots,” Namjoon calls from his desk, “Every single one of you.”

Bodies crowd into the briefing rooms, people fighting over the limited number of seats at the tables. Yoongi stands at the front, flipping through papers and scribbling last minute notes, before he clears his throat and begins to speak.

“Good morning. Last night-“

“Hold that thought, Sergeant.” You say, walking into the room late, boot heels clicking against the over shined linoleum floor. Stopping at the seat in the very front, you tap on the shoulder of the young beat cop currently occupying it.

“Out of my chair, pipsqueak. You get the back.”

“But-but I was here early.” The boy stammers. You glance down and read his nametag.

“Beomgyu, is it? Listen here Beomgyu, I’m gonna give you some advice, free of charge,” you squat down to look him in the eyes, “When a ranking officer gives you an order, you follow it. Now up, you’re making my seat warm and I’m not a lizard.”

The boy gathers his things and walks to his relegated spot in the back as you plop down and prop up your feet. Next to you Namjoon scoffs and shakes his head, turning back to face front.

“Nice of you to join us, Detective. I was actually just about to mention you.” Yoongi says, focusing his gaze on you.

“Was it to congratulate me on my 98% conviction rate? Because I’m flattered, Sergeant, but I don’t do this job for the thanks. I do it for the fans.” You smile cheekily up at him.

“You have absolutely no fans,” Taehyung calls from his seat.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Yoongi continues, “Because I was not going to thank you. Actually, I was getting ready to reprimand you in front of everyone. You know why?”

Your shit-eating grin slides off your face. “Why?”

“Because the train pick-pocketer you arrested on Thursday has been released.”

Everyone in the room simultaneously lets out a groan and Jungkook throws a paper ball of his crumpled notes at you. Leaning forward to place your head on the table, you cover yourself with your hands.

Over the melee of sudden noise, Yoongi goes on speaking. “Would you like to tell everyone why your suspect has been released and cleared of all charges, even though three cameras and two cops clearly saw what he was doing?”

“I forgot to Mirandize him,” you mutter from your hiding place under your arms.

Commotion breaks out again as everyone decides to let you know exactly how annoyed they were with you.

“We’ve been trying to catch him for weeks!”

“That’s the first thing they teach you in the Academy, how do you just forget-“   

“Listen!” You sit up and turn in your seat to face the crowd of your angry coworkers, “I was caught up in the heat of the moment, okay!”

“He was a seventeen year old kid, dummy.” Jimin quipped, perched on the windowsill at the other side of the room. “Even I know you’re supposed to Mirandize first during an arrest and the closest to being a cop I’ve ever been was binge watching Law and Order for 48 hours.”

“SVU?” Taehyung asks.

���Duh, dude.” The pair laugh and high five each other.  

“If I can all have your attention again,” Yoongi taps his pen loudly on the podium he was leaning against, “I want to finish the briefing by talking about The Dancer.”

The noise quiets down immediately and everyone leans in to listen closely. Yoongi pulls up a slide show on the board and flips through photos of a crime scene: an upscale penthouse.

“Last night, between the hours of 7 pm and 1 am, a Caravaggio art work was stolen from the residence of Royston Cornwallis Staley, a local businessman. At the time of the burglary, Staley was at a charity event with his wife.”

“And how do we know it’s The Dancer who did it?” Jungkook questions.

“The same way we always do. He left his calling card.” Yoongi clicks to a photo from the scene of a barely consumed and still smoking cigar, the side stamped with the words Cohiba Behike.

“Jesus, those Cubans are expensive. He’s a real prick for just leaving them there and not even having the audacity to finish one.” Jungkook huffs.

You sigh and lean back in your seat, tapping your foot against the table leg. “He’s taunting us. It’s his way of proving how much money he’s making off these heists.”

“I’m sorry, but who’s The Dancer? And why do we call him that?” Beomgyu asks from his place in the back.

“He’s a fine arts burglar that we’ve been trying to catch for months. We call him that because he’s light on his feet, newbie.” Namjoon explains, turning around to look at the boy. “And the next time you have a question: Don’t.”  

Beomgyu blushes in embarrassment as Taehyung raises his hand to get the Sergeant’s attention. “How much was the painting worth?”

“Wait! Don’t answer!” Jimin cries, jumping suddenly to his feet. “I’m taking bets on people’s guesses. Irene, go.”

“10 million,” The petite crime scene investigator answers. Jimin jots down her response.  

“No way, isn’t Caravaggio an Italian name? Gotta be at least 25 mil,” Jungkook posits.

“32!”

“You’re crazy, it’s like 13.”

“Staley is a rich guy, must be somewhere in the 50s.”    

Jimin nods, writing down everyone’s names and bets, then turns to you.

“You wanna put down a number?”

Shrugging, you offer, “98.”

“Million?” Jimin’s eyes bug out of his head, “Are you sure?”

“Nah, let her bet it, I’m tryna win this money.” Jungkook says, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Alright then. Sergeant, if you can do the honors.”

Yoongi looks down at all of you, bored expression still unchanged from when you first walked into the room. “The private appraiser Staley hired valued the work at around $101 million.”

You stand up and whoop, much to the dismay of about everyone else in the room. They all reluctantly hand over their money to you when you go around to collect it. You nearly have to pull the cash from Jungkook’s hands, who gave it up with a grimace on his face. Shaking his head, Namjoon regards the scene. “This is really just sad, guys.”

“No, what’s really sad is the hole in the ozone layer from all the hair spray you used this morning to make that coif of yours stick up.” You turn to face the other detective, counting the bills you hold. “Seriously, do you use butter in there? I can see it shine from the parking lot.”

“Yeah, I did. Borrowed it from your mother last night.” Namjoon retorts without missing a beat.  

“Oh, real classy, Kim-“

“And you think you’re one to talk about class-“

“I’m glad to know the two of you get along just as well as you always do,” Yoongi says, not bothering to raise his voice any louder than his usual speaking tone even though the two of you were yelling over each other at this point. He had a tendency to do that instead of shouting, forcing other people to lean in closely to listen. It gave him a sort of weird power trip to know he didn’t need to do much to catch people’s attention. You just found it annoying, but stopped your bickering long enough to hear what your superior wanted to say. He has a small smile on his face as he looks between you and the detective on your right, knowing there was only one reason Min Yoongi would smile like that-  

“Because I’m putting you both on this case.”  

You whip around to face the man in disbelief. “Sergeant, you can’t be serious.”

“Sir, I’ll work with anyone else, even Tae-“ Namjoon pleads.

“Hey!” Taehyung cries out from his seat.

Yoongi shook his head. “Not happening. You two have the highest conviction rates of anyone on the team and I needed this guy behind bars yesterday. I want you both on this.”  

“Sarge, I’m sorry, but I can’t work with this dick breathing down my neck-“

“And I don’t want to be blamed when she eventually commits a lawsuit worthy offense!”

Yoongi holds up a hand to stop your pleas. “You,” he points in your direction, “are sloppy. The rules are a suggestion to you and I need to make sure there’s someone responsible watching what you’re doing.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest in defeat.

“And you,” the blonde continues, swiveling to Namjoon, “are too uptight. You don’t know how to think outside of the box and quite frankly, that’s something you can learn from your new partner here.”  

The other detective’s lips harden into a straight line at that.

“The only way either of you get off this case is if one you gets shot and honestly, I don’t want to fill out the paperwork for that. So you’re going to follow my orders or you can pack up your desk and find a new precinct. Have I made myself clear?”

You and Namjoon nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now get out of my briefing room.”

“Hey, Jimin?”

The man in question picked up his silver head to regard you. “Oh, hey, I thought I smelled the scent of failure.”

Speaking through a clenched jaw, you continue with the reason why you came to the assistant’s desk. “Is the Captain available? I really need to talk to him.”

“To chat with you about changing partners? No, he’s not. Busy man, you know, being the Captain of a police precinct and all.”

You glance up to look through the window into Seokjin’s office. “I can see him, Jimin. He’s playing with a yo-yo.” The man in question stares at the toy in his hand and proceeds to try and throw it forward, resulting in the hard plastic whipping back to hit him in the face.

Jimin just gives you a simpering smile. “Like I said. Busy.”

Pursing your lips in annoyance, you turn and stalk back to your desk where Namjoon waits for you.

“No luck?”

You fall into your seat. “Nope. You can go ahead and try, but I’m pretty sure he still has a grudge against you for the St. Patrick’s Day parade last year.”

“I didn’t recognize him with all that green paint on, all I saw was a drunk guy pissing in a public park!”

You lean forward to place your chin in your hands. “Look, the sooner we start this case, the sooner we can finish and get out of each other’s hair.”

Namjoon lets out an exasperated breath and nods. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go talk to the Staley’s.”

“Wait, what?” You scrunch up your nose in confusion, “What do we need to talk to them for, we already got their statements. We should be looking into The Dancer.”

“Like I’m going to follow the advice of someone who forgot to Mirandize a perp,” Namjoon snorts, “We’re doing this whole thing by the book. And that includes getting our own statements from the victims.”

“This is seriously a waste of our time.” You stand up to look at him and he straightens up to do the same. Although your boots gave you a little lift, Namjoon still had inches on your height and he used them to stare you down.

“I’m not arguing about this. Right now we need to talk to them while their memory’s still fresh.”

“Ooh, I love it when you use your cop voice,” Taehyung snickers as he walks by, tossing an apple for Namjoon to bite into.

“Just go, dude,” Jungkook sits next to you. “You can always do the research later. Stop being stubborn just because of that one thing years ago-”

“Alright!” You squeal, swatting at him before he could finish his sentence. “I’ll go!” Taehyung’s brows raise and Namjoon watches smugly, still chewing.

And that’s how you found yourself in a ritzy, high-rise apartment an hour later, speaking to an annoyed housewife in a designer dress worth more than your yearly salary.  

“I already told the other cops everything I remember from that night,” Victoria Staley shrilled. “I don’t understand why this is taking so long!”

“We’re just trying to be thorough, ma’am.” Namjoon grit his teeth into a polite smile.

You chuckle and look back down at your phone, tapping away its keys.

“Well, I have nothing else to say other than we came home and the painting was just gone. No broken glass, no door ajar, just our missing property. It was one of a kind, you know. Italian, Baroque, not another like it.”

Namjoon made a noise of understanding. “Could there have been anyone else with access to the apartment? A maid, maybe?”

The woman twirled the earring dangling from her ear, thinking. “Yes, of course. The maid, the cook, the nanny, and the gardener. But they’ve all been vetted and checked by us before. Besides, none of them were working that night.”

“In any case, it would still be helpful for us to speak to them. Are any of them here now?”

Ms. Staley sighed dramatically and uncrossed her legs to stand up. “No, none of them are here. I’ll give you their contact information so you can find them instead.”

“That will work, thanks,” Namjoon’s face dropped as soon as she left the room. “Hopefully one of them knows something.”

You give a noncommittal hum, phone still in your hands. He turns to look at you.  

“Detective! Can you stop texting and focus, please?”

You look up and blink. “I am focused. What do you think they pay the gardener to do here, anyways? They live in an apartment.”

His lips straighten into a thin line as he regards you. “How did you even get this job?”

“My brilliant wit and killer fashion sense,” you deadpan back. He doesn’t have the chance for a retort before Ms. Staley saunters back in.

“Here’s all of our staff’s contact information. Now please leave, I have a very important charity event to get ready for.” She hands Namjoon a list and crosses her arms over her chest, Manolo Blahnik clad foot tapping against the marble floor in impatience.

The two of you are quickly hurried out the door and back down the stairs, sharp autumn air hitting you once you step out from the posh private residence and back into the chaos of the city streets. As you stride down the sidewalk, Namjoon begins to deliberate aloud.

“I’m thinking we can start with the maid, she probably might have been the last person in the building before-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Before all that, I need another cup of coffee if I’m going to be stuck with you for a while.” You interrupt him, cutting through cars onto the other side of the road towards 14th street, your eyes still on your phone. Namjoon trails after you, long legs easily catching up with your brisk pace.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to look both ways before you cross the street?”  

You pointedly ignore him in favor of pulling open the heavy wood and glass door of the café in front of you. The scent of caramel and chocolate infiltrate your nose and you step forward in line behind an office worker with dark rings under his eyes and a college student yakking away on a call. Your eyes peruse the menu above the counter and your lips curl into a frown when you realize they weren’t yet selling their annual festive options.

“It’s November, you would think they’d have holiday drinks by now,” you murmur to yourself, resigned to the idea of a plain cup of joe.

Namjoon moves closer and looks down at you. “I thought you hated the holidays, anyways?”

“No, I just hate you.”

At that, he sighs. “Listen, we’re going to have to figure out how to be cordial if we want this to work.”

You shrug half-heartedly. “I think what we have going for us right now is working well.”

“Look, I don’t know what you have against me-“

You snort in derision, moving forward after the beleaguered office worker completes his order and steps aside. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that you think you’re better than everyone else. Or like to namedrop where you attended college in every conversation. Or that you attended college at all, unlike some of us. Or maybe a million other things that I can’t list right now, because I would die before I get to them all. Just a thought.”

He bites the inside of his cheek, frustrated. “You’re not the easiest person to deal with either, you know. You reek of overconfidence and never know when to shut up. Just because you’re a brilliant cop doesn’t override that fact that you’re rude and crass and a bully.”  

“Mhm, keep sweet talking me, Kim.”

“You’re so insufferable-“

“Detective!” A honeyed voice calls and you both turn your heads to see the barista at the counter smiling sweetly at you. Her upturned lips, lobbed short hair, and reddened cheeks from the heat of the espresso machine made her look like an elf.

“Yeri!” You walk up to her and grin back. “How’ve you been?”

“Better. The usual?” The girl is already writing the order on a blank cup.

“Sure. And whatever this guy is having.” You point back at Namjoon and begin digging through your wallet.      

“Small coffee, black. No sugar.”

You hand the girl her money and fix him with an unamused look. “You really fulfill every cop stereotype, you know that?”

“I think it’s cute.” The barista smiles at him and the man blushes, coughing and looking away.

You chuckle and lean against the display of mugs emblazoned with the café logo for sale precariously piled one on top of another. “Anyways, Yeri, I wanted to ask you a question. You’re an art history major down at the university, right?”

“Yep!” The petite brunette beams excitedly, “Just a semester away from graduation.”

“Great, so maybe you can answer an art history question for me. What do you know about the Baroque period?”

The girl’s eyes light up. “Oh, what don’t I know? It started in Italy and it’s all about really ornate, grandiose aesthetics. Think dramatic lights and shadows, gold glided architecture, and Michaelangelo-esque sculptures.”

Namjoon leans forward to whisper in your ear. “Shouldn’t we get going? We still have other people to interview.”  

You ignore the heat from his peppermint-scented breath tickling against the side of your face and wave him off instead. He huffs, walking away to wait at the other end of the counter. “Interesting, so they’d be pretty expensive pieces?”

“Oh yeah, hella expensive. There’s an art gallery down the street that is actually displaying one for an exhibition on Rembrandt. If you’re interested, you should totally check it out-“

At that moment, Namjoon’s walkie-talkie buzzed insistently. “Unit 1, there has been a 10-65 in your area.”

Yeri’s eyes widen. “What’s that?” She whispers to you as Namjoon picks up his device.

“Burglary,” you whisper back to her.

“Detective Kim here, go ahead.” Namjoon grabs his coffee, nods at the girl in thanks, and begins to head out the door.

“Someone reported a break in and theft from an art gallery on 14th street-“

His back stiffens and he slowly rotates around to face the two of you again, tongue pressed against his cheek. “Yeri. Where did you say that gallery was?”

“So you’re telling me,” Yoongi lets out a long, exasperated exhale, as if he had just caught his two year-old drawing on the walls with permanent marker again, “That the Dancer pulled off another theft. And the two of you were blocks away?”

You and Namjoon look at each other as if to confirm, then face him again. “Yeah, pretty much.”

The sergeant groans and slumps his entire body over the podium, sending papers flying to the floor. You wait a few seconds to see if he would straighten up again before going on.

“To be fair, sir, we did figure out-“

“Kid, I could give two shits about what you figured out, unless it happened to be who the hell this guy is,” Yoongi snaps, face still planted against the wood. “And I don’t think it was that because you’re still sitting here talking to me.”

His rebuttal leaves you reeling, mouth snapped shut and grimaced in a straight line. Though your cheeks don’t turn red, you feel your face heat up in anger and you have to fight to force your retort back, irritation sliding down your throat like bile. Namjoon glances at you for a moment, taking in your response, then turns back to your superior.

“Sergeant, we’ll get him next time, we swear.”

“There better not be a next time, Detective. Because next time, I want him behind bars. Now get out and do your job.”

You stand up without another word and exit the briefing room, letting the door slam shut behind you in frustration. Jaw clenched and shoulders hunched forward, you’re marching back to your desk when you feel a hand clasp onto your wrist. Bristling, you yank yourself away and pivot to see Namjoon behind you. He takes a sheepish step back and looks down into your eyes.

“I’m sorry he said that to you, it was uncalled for-“

“This is all your fault,” you hiss at him. His brows shoot up.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your need to ‘do things by the book’, even though it was a waste of time. If you had just listened to me, we could have figured out the gallery thing hours ago!” You blow out your cheeks and rub your temples.  

“We found out about the gallery by accident, just because you happened to want some coffee!” He barks back. “It wouldn’t have mattered anyways!

“I didn’t want any coffee, you dolt, I was doing research!” Your hands are balled into fists at your side, trembling against the urge to smack him in the face. “I know you could only fathom doing that by typing in a database, like some nerd, but some of us do it by talking to actual people!”

Namjoon falters, blinking in surprise, and you take that moment to fall onto your chair and release the irascibility you had been holding in until now, breathing in and out deeply. When you feel your heart rate return to normal and your hands steady themselves again, you open your eyes to see the man still standing in front of you.

“Look,” you begin, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees, “I get a lot of shit for a lot of reasons on this job. I’m young, I’m a woman, and I’m not highly educated. That would make it hard for me anywhere, but it makes it especially hard here.

It doesn’t matter how bright or quick I am, I’m always going to be judged differently than you. I’m sure he didn’t even realize it, but the Sergeant called me ‘kid’ in there while you referred to you by your actual rank. And it’s like that every day. I have to work twice as hard as you to get the same amount of recognition.

So, yeah, maybe my methods are a little unorthodox. Maybe I am too brash, or loud, or ‘don’t speak like a lady’, whatever the hell that means. But a few mistakes aside, mistakes that are no where near as bad as the ones other people on our squad have committed,” You look up to stare at him directly in the eyes, “I’m a damn good cop and I demand you to treat me as such.”

Namjoon opens his mouth and then closes it again, at a loss for words. He simply nods and grabs the chair beside you to sit down. The precinct slowly returns to its previous hustle and bustle, noise level rising back up after everyone in the immediate vicinity had paused to witness the spat.

“Hey guys, I have the statement from the gallery owner,” Beomgyu walks up and smiles brightly at both of you, unaware of the tension still lingering in the air.

“Learn to read the room, rookie,” Taehyung comes up from behind him and takes the paper in his hands to hand off to you. “Understanding body language will save you from getting shot someday.”

The boy’s eyes widen comically, making him appear like one of those anime characters Jungkook loves to watch so much. “Has that ever happened to you?”

“Get lost.” Namjoon grunts, still watching you. The younger cop takes off and you chuckle, running your gaze down the notes from the interview with the gallery owner.

“So it was the Baroque piece Yeri was talking about that he stole…”

“Ba-what?” Jungkook comes to join you all, hand buried in a bag of Taki’s.    

“Baroque. Renaissance era art style, heavy handed and elaborate.” Taehyung rattles off. The three of you look up at him in shock and he shrugs casually. “I took a few art classes at the local community college. Could have been a painter in another life, you know.”

Jungkook snorts. “Yeah, and I could have been a pop idol.”

Namjoon disregards both of them and still keeps his gaze locked in your direction. “What’s our next move, Detective?”

You look up at him for a split second, then back down at the page in your hands, thinking. “Tae, did the owner mention hiring any new people recently?”

The man scrunches up his nose in thought. “No, I didn’t think to ask him that.”

You hum and then cock your head back towards Beomgyu’s desk. “What about you, noob? Notice anything?”

The boy startles up and almost trips over his own feet in a hurry back to you. “Uh, well, I did see carpenter’s materials- a ladder, couple tools. Maybe he was renovating the building for a new exhibit and temporarily hired a contractor to do the work.”

The corners of your lips lift and the gears in your brain turn faster, a pattern beginning to form in front of you. Chewing your lip in silent contemplation, you give it a second more thought before you decide to posit your hypothesis to the rest of the team.  

“As suave as he’s been, the Dancer has proven to be incredibly predictable. I looked up the past jobs he’s done and each city he’s been to, he’s focused on a specific historical period or origin. In London, it was all Spanish Cubism. New York City, French Impressionism. Brussels, Russian Futurism,” you explain, words falling out of your mouth as soon as you think of them. “His mind thinks like a collector, a curator. And here, he’s only done Baroque pieces so far.”

The men sit in stunned silence, taking in what you had presented. “When did you have time to research this?” Namjoon asks, confused.

“When I was texting earlier,” You shoot him a pointed glance and then press on. “Unlike those other big cities, though, we don’t have a bunch of art pieces from the same period strewn all over the place. Baroque art is expensive, costly to procure and there’s only three places in the entire city that currently house any works of its kind. Two he’s already hit and I’m thinking he can’t stand leaving here without attempting the last one. That’s where he’ll be next.”  

“Okay, so tell me what was so important that you insisted on interrupting my practice time,” Seokjin demanded, rolling up his yo-yo to put away in his desk drawer.

You, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung were all currently huddled in Seokjin’s office, the crowded space making the air a little warmer. The younger two detectives were standing by the door, while Yoongi stood next to the Captain, eyes watching the clock on the wall tick closer to five pm.

“Well, sir, we’re fairly confident we know The Dancer’s next move.” Namjoon starts. Seokjin cocks a brow and leans forward in interest.

“I looked into the past jobs he’s done in past cities,” you explain, “And I noticed a repeating theme.”

“You gotta talk faster than that, folks. I’ve got a bottle of wine and a bubble bath waiting for me at home.” Yoongi interjects, eyes still on the clock.  

“We have reason to believe that he has one more heist to pull off in our very own city.” Namjoon continues in a rush, “Because guess where one of the world’s most expensive pieces of antique Baroque jewelry is currently located?”      

Seokjin sits back in his chair, grinning. “I’m thinking it’s right in our very own city.”

You nod. “It’s housed at the Museum of Art downtown and they’re having an after hours benefit gala tonight. It’s the perfect opportunity for him to steal it and all we need to do is be there.”  

“So we attend the event as security and just wait. That sounds easier than I thought.” Jungkook bounces on his toes in excitement.

“I’m thinking not quite, buddy,” Namjoon shakes his head. “My partner also realized that both the victims had recently hired on new employees; the Staley’s a gardener and the gallery owner a contracted carpenter. Both of whom were left alone with the art and both of whom have not shown up for another day of work since the pieces were stolen from each place.”

“So he found a way to get inside access, making the theft easier to pull off.” Seokjin murmurs, rubbing his chin.  

“Exactly. This guy is a professional and I don’t doubt he’s done the same for the gala. He’ll be tipped off immediately if we show up in uniforms and squad cars and then he’ll slip away because he’ll look like he belongs.”

Surprised with Namjoon’s mention of your discovery and sudden change in thought, you turn to look at the man. “What do you propose then?”

He beams and you can’t help but stare at his dimples. “We go undercover.”

“Ah, fuck yeah, a sting!” Taehyung punches a hand in the air, then quickly covers his mouth. “Sorry, Captain.”

Seokjin gives him an unimpressed look and then turns to Yoongi. “Looks like you’re not going to be making that bubble bath, Sergeant.”

Yoongi drops his eyes from the clock, seconds away from 5 pm, and releases a long sigh. “Why are you all trying to ruin my life?”

Things moved quickly from there on. Papers were signed, calls were made, and soon enough the entire precinct was scrambling in order to provide extra support to your team. Catching this thief would be a big deal for your squad and could be the kind of high-profile case you needed to propel you forward in your career. So you did everything you could think of in order to make it work. And that included squeezing into the only formal dress in your possession.

Huffing, you stare at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the red sequined fabric stretched a little tight since you had bought the piece years before you joined the force. You had packed on more weight in muscle since then, a necessary requirement in your daily life of chasing down and wrestling with criminals. But it gave the cloth material little room to move and made you a slightly hesitant about wearing the piece while on the job.    

A loud knock sounded on the bathroom door, a signal to hurry up and leave. You take one last look at yourself and then walk out to come face to face with this rest of the team.

Taehyung whistles at the sight of you. “Someone call Tyra Banks, cuz we got America’s Next Top Model right here.”

You brush past him to grab your gun and holster from your desk. “Shut up, idiot.”

Jungkook comes up behind you to squeeze your shoulder. “Honestly, though, why are you always wearing leather jackets and jeans, you’re smokin’. I don’t know what Namjoon was thinking back when-“

You throw his arm off and whip around to look him in the eyes. “Keep talking, Jeon, I’ll tase your nuts here and now.”

“Absolutely no unnecessary tasing, I promised the Sergeant that-“ Namjoon walks into the room and then stops dead in front of you, mouth agape. “Um.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You bend down to lift up your skirt and attach the gun holster to your upper thigh, Namjoon’s eyes following your movements. Snapping the band once to check that it’s secured, you raise back up to catch him staring.  

“You’re gonna catch a fly, dude.” Taehyung walks up to shut Namjoon’s mouth close. The man blushes and pushes past you to the whiteboard in the back of the room. He takes a few moments to write figures and draw diagrams, then turn back to the rest of you.

“Alright, well, here’s how we’re going to do this. Jungkook and I are going to be in the control van out back, manning the communications and camera systems.” Namjoon gestures his crudely drawn map of the Museum’s premises, then points to you. “Taehyung is going to pose as a waiter and you’re going to be a wealthy patron attending the gala.”

“So how are we supposed to figure out which person is The Dancer? He’s not exactly going to show up with a name tag.” Jungkook asks.

“We’re going to keep an eye on people hovering around the exhibit the necklace is in. That’s why we need two sets of eyes in the actual room to check everyone out.”

“I feel like we need a seducing aspect in here somewhere. Detective, how about it?” Taehyung leers at you and leans his elbow on your shoulder.    

“Oh, what, because I’m the only female on the squad- which points to some larger issues with our hiring practices, may I add- I have to be the honey pot?” You shrug him off and re-adjust your fallen dress straps, not noticing Namjoon’s gaze on your exposed collarbone.

“Honestly, my first choice would have been Jimin. He’s prettier than you.”

“Thanks babe!” The administrator calls from the lobby.

You roll your eyes and start to head out the door. “Let’s get this done.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Jungkook maneuvers out of the parking lot and onto the busy city street.

“Shoot.” You’re readjusting your earpiece, making sure your hair hid it well.

“I know you want to avoid this subject, but I have to know: Why are you still holding this grudge against Namjoon?”    

You look over at the man driving, eyes trailing from the strained veins in arms from gripping the wheel up to the gentle turn of his nose and the small scar on his cheek, a parting gift from a criminal he apprehended years ago. He was smart and sweet and supportive, everything anyone could want. And you wished with all the strings and sinew of your heart that he was the one you had feelings for.

“Because he was a dick and you know it. I won’t forget that easily.”  

Jungkook frowns. “Give him a break, he had just found out that his drunk hookup from the night before was his new co-worker. It’s not that easy to-“

“It wasn’t just that!” You suddenly explode, pent up emotion finally getting the chance to escape after years of seething below the surface. “You were late that morning when we were all being introduced, you didn’t see it. His eyes glazed over me like he’d never seen me before, like he’d never want to be associated with me. He essentially refused to say a word to me until Yoongi basically forced him to by pairing us up for that first case. And you know how well that one went.”

The man stops at a traffic light, red glow illuminating his face as he looks over at you. “Yeah, you lost the guy because you were too busy arguing and you were both put on desk duty for a month. But we both know that’s not it.”

You stare at him, mouth set and gaze unwavering. “Then what else could it possibly be?”

“He’s everything you’re not. Graduated from a top school, comes from a wealthy family, probably had an uncle score him this job. You cut your teeth on working your way up from a rookie traffic cop, poured the salt of your blood into getting where you are today.” Jungkook’s eyes are unforgiving as he looks right back at you.  “You like to talk big and bad, but deep down, you’re just insecure. And when he ignored you that day, your mind immediately went to the worst possible place and it was that you’re not good enough.”

You bite down on your lip hard enough to pierce the skin, taste of iron bubbling on your tongue. The light switches to green and Jungkook accelerates, leaving you to face front again in silence. The two of you stay quiet for the remainder of the ride, an uneasy strain hovering between you both.

Minutes later, you arrive at the museum. Red carpet is laid out to welcome the loaded guests and waiters with platters of champagne glasses stand at the entrance to ply them with free booze. Taking a deep breath, patting your upper thigh once to ensure your gun was still secured, you prepare to exit the vehicle when Jungkook lightly touches your arm.

You don’t turn around and he doesn’t give you the chance to before he says his final piece. “I don’t think Namjoon was right, or even a decent person for what happened. All I’m saying is that your reason for treating him the way you do stems from a deeper place than just being a jilted one night flame and it’s time you confront it.”    

A pause. Then you nod once, opening the car door to stand up and paste a brilliant smile on your face.

“Holy shit, they’re pouring you all Costco brand wine.”

You pick up a flute of champagne from a nearby tray and smile politely at the waiter before whispering; “I wouldn’t classify that as pertinent information, Taehyung.”

“I would,” Jungkook scoffs, “Considering how much a ticket costs to get into this thing.”

“Let’s stay sharp, people.” Namjoon comes in on the line. “Tae, anything you’ve noticed so far with the wait staff?”

“Uh, yeah, I think I went to high school with one of these guys.”

Namjoon sighs. “Anything happening on the ballroom floor?”

Your eyes run over the room, soft chandelier lights sending all the Tiffany necklaces and diamond cufflinks twinkling. The gold glided walls draw your gaze up to the second floor balcony, lined with wealthy philanthropists decked out in their designer brands. They all had on the same polite, uninterested smile wealthy people had while shopping for their next big purchase. Expected for an event like this, crafted exclusively for them. You shake your head in response to Namjoon’s question before you remember that he couldn’t actually see you. “No, just a lot of older people. Nothing suspicious.”

“Maybe try heading to the exhibit room where the necklace is held,” Jungkook adds. “He could be hanging around there.”

Your eyes scan the room until they land on the bar, its seats raised up a little higher than the rest of the space. It would give you a good vantage point to check everyone out and a decent reason to people watch without appearing strange.

“No, too obvious.” You walk up to the counter and slide onto a stool, gesturing to the bartender to catch his attention.

“What can I get you?” His lips stretch wide to reveal white, even teeth, and his eyes crinkle into half moons. You take in his high cheekbones, the gentle slope of his long, straight nose. Caught off guard for a moment, you blink at him.

“Uh- whiskey sour.”

“Coming right up.”  He smiles again and moves away to prepare the drink.

“Detective, you’re on the job.” Namjoon hisses into your earpiece. You ignore him in favor of picking up the glass the bartender sets down in front of you.

“Let me know if that tastes alright, it’s my first night doing this.” The man grins sheepishly at you and watches as you take your first sip. It’s sweeter than you would have liked, heavier on the lemon and sugar than bourbon, but you weren’t going to tell him that and risk his smile disappearing.

“Perfect.”

He lets out the breath he’d been holding in, earlier confidence returning. “I’m Jay, by the way. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

Something more than customer service civility is laced in his voice and a throbbing hum fills your head. It takes you a second to remember that you were indeed on the job, here to catch an internationally renowned art thief and not flirt with the museum wait staff.

“Thank you, Jay.” You shoot him a polite smile and swivel around on your stool, facing the rest of the grand ballroom once more. Taking small sips of your drink to appear casual and stave off the sudden throbbing in your head, your eyes dart among the crowd, looking out for anything and nothing in particular. The room was full to the brim with the wealthy, expensive perfume doing nothing to cover the entitlement oozing off them in waves. You watch them get schmoozed by museum staff, writing off donation checks like it was nothing, and feel starkly out of place.

“Fuck!”

You narrow your eyes in worry, unable to respond lest someone nearby saw you talking to yourself. Jungkook does it instead.

“Tae, do you copy? What’s going on?”

A moment passes and your blood heats up in panic. Then the line crackles to life again.

“They put me on bathroom cleaning duty, the lazy shits. Someone puked in there already!”

You groan and close your eyes in frustration, anxiety dissipating.  

“You’re officially cut off from using this line unless it’s absolutely an emergency.” Namjoon barks. You hear Taehyung wince before the line goes dead again.

“Bad drink?”

You startle and turn to your side to see a man in a suit leaning against the bar next to you. He smirks at your surprised expression and leans in closer.

“C’mon, I’ll buy you a new one. What will you have?” His hair is slicked back, an obscene amount of gel used to get it to lie flat like it does. A neatly trimmed beard and clean-cut suit defined the sharp angles of his face, the hollow of his cheeks. Your nose crinkles on instinct when he moves nearer, the heavy scent of cologne surrounding him like a cloud. He wasn’t ugly by any means, just the kind of handsome that only money could buy. You find yourself longing for the softness of full cheeks instead, of deep dimples that hold a promise.  

“It’s an open bar.” You reply coolly and turn back around, finishing off the glass in your hand.

He chuckles, undeterred. “Alright, so no drink. Fancy a cigar?”

You fix your eyes determinedly in front of you. “I don’t smoke.”

“Pity. It would complement all this Bernini here perfectly.” He gestures to the glinting bronze and gold of the museum ceilings and you snort, unimpressed. Then there’s the click of the lighter and you glance at him again, shocked at his boldness.

“Sorry, sir, no smoking allowed.” Jay declares, tapping the stranger on the shoulder. The man’s mouth stretches, wolfish, and he turns to blow a ring in the bartender’s face.

“Careful, kid, I’ll have your job.” He sniggers, sucking in another breath of tobacco.

You curl your lips in disgust, contemplating the consequences of slapping the asshole right there, when your eyes land on the gold seal of the cigar in his hand. Cohiba Behike.

Pulse racing, you get up out of your seat and head towards the restroom, ignoring the stranger’s calls for your return. Struggling to keep your expression neutral, you whisper desperately into your earpiece.

“Tae, meet me in the ladies bathroom now.”

“I’m still cleaning up puke here.”

You clench your jaw and rip off the earpiece to speak directly into it. “Right the fuck now.”

The urgency in your voice gets across and minutes later, he finds you in the last stall, sitting on the toilet in your dress.

“What is it?” He leans against the stall door, crisp white waiter’s shirt drenched in rings of sweat from the exertion of mopping.

You release a breath. “I think I found him.”

“Found who?” Jungkook asks.

“The Dancer? You think you found The Dancer?” Namjoon follows up, frantic.

“Which one is he?” Taehyung looks ready run out and pounce, matted honey brown hair a boyish contrast to the gun you knew he had tucked in his waist.  

“I don’t know, I’m not sure!” You’re frazzled by the multiple voices speaking at once, unsure of who to answer first. “The guy talking to me at the bar, he mentioned another artist from the same era, and then he pulled out a cigar-“

“So?”

“It was the same Cuban cigar that The Dancer always leaves behind, it can’t be a coincidence!”

Taehyung chews on his inner cheek. “I don’t think that’s enough. We haven’t witnessed him actually do anything.” Jungkook hums in agreement on the other end. There’s silence for a moment while the three of you wait on Namjoon’s vote.

“What does your gut tell you?” He asks softly.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut in thought. The throbbing hum returns at full force and it’s what convinces you. “It tells me that he’s in this building somewhere. That I’ve talked to him tonight. It has to be that guy.”

A beat, then: “Okay, we’re coming in.”

You stand up and nod at Taehyung, straightening your dress and pulling out your badge to brandish. He does the same and rolls his shoulders to ready himself, leading the way out. On the other side of the door, you’re met with chaos.

“It’s gone! It’s gone!”

“Did anyone see? Who could have-“

“Someone call the police!”

Blood running cold, you grab ahold of one of the museum employees as they run past. “What’s going on?”

The woman is frantic, sleek bun gone astray, glasses on the tip of her nose and threatening to fall off. “One of our most valuable pieces has just been stolen!”

Taehyung steps forward and thrusts his badge in her face. “Which one?”

“An antique necklace! Baroque!” The woman wails.

Your breath stutters in your chest and you drag your gaze back towards the bar. The stranger is still leaning against it, puffing on his cigar and watching the turmoil unfold in confusion.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Good morning. I’d like to begin by congratulating our team of detectives on their job last night.”

A polite round of applause follows and Yoongi nods his head.

“Just really amazing work, you guys. The Dancer escaped from right under your nose with his loot not once, but twice.”

Sinking lower into your seat, you pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head and tug on the ends until it tightens to hide your face. Beside you, Namjoon is staring determinedly down into his lap as if it hid the secret spell to magic him out the room.    

“I don’t think I need to tell you that this case has been pushed to priority 1. The Dancer has no reason to stay in town now since all the works he’s been after are now gone, so we need to figure out where he is before he dips. Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Taehyung mutters, arms crossed over his chest.

The rest of the briefing carries on in its usual fashion, but Yoongi’s words go in one ear and out another. There’s a buzzing in your ears and your lip has become bruised from biting it so hard. Your leg is jittering under the table, knee knocking against the wood, until Namjoon reaches out to rest a hand on it.

You shift to look at him, but his gaze remains locked downwards. He squeezes once and leaves his hand there, preventing you from fidgeting anymore. You let it happen, loosening your teeth’s hold on your lip and the buzzing quieting down a little.

The briefing ends and everyone shuffles out of the room. The remainder of the day passes by in a blur of paperwork and collecting statements from witnesses. It did absolutely no good, however, since no one saw what happened. Or rather, no one could remember clearly what had happened. The museum staff’s plan of boozing up the gala’s attendees in order to get them to empty their pockets had the most undesirable effect in ensuring that nearly everyone was drunk and no one was a reliable witness. To make matters worse, the surveillance van’s camera lines had been hacked, so that the screens Namjoon and Jungkook were watching had really been just a repeating minute loop. There was no way to recover the lost data or get people to remember their night. The clock was ticking closer to the end of the day and you still had not figured out your next move.  

Namjoon rubs his eyes and lets out a breath. “He had to have had inside access some how. Tae, you’re sure you didn’t see anyone or anything with the wait staff look out of ordinary?”

The man shakes his head, honey brown hair mussed from running his fingers through it in frustration. “Nothing. If anything, everyone couldn’t wait to leave.”

“We’re missing something, guys. C’mon, what is it?”

You stay quiet. It was your fault they had all been distracted, your fault there had been a brief window of time where the thief could go in and do the job. You were so sure you were right, something about the moment at the bar screaming that he was there in front of you. It was the first time your instinct had failed you and the knowledge of that shook you to the core. The rest of your team followed your dejected mood, Namjoon the only one still determined to tease out the solution somehow.

“We’re not giving up, we’ve gotten this far. Snap out of it!” He comes up to shake Jungkook on the shoulder, but the other man just brushed him off.

Seokjin walks by your team on your way out, yo-yo dangling from his finger. He pauses next to your desk and looks down at your forlorn face. “Why so glum, sugar plum?”

You hit refresh on the police database page profiling The Dancer, hoping it would miraculously reveal some new information, like his current whereabouts. “Sorry, Captain, we just kind of…”

“We don’t know what to do, sir,” Jungkook finishes for you. “We’re stuck and have no idea what’s next.”

Seokjin makes a noise of understanding and moves to sit on Taehyung’s desk, scattering piles of folders and papers astray. The captain pays no mind as the detective huffs, kneeling to reorganize the mess.

“Well, I certainly can’t let you leave before coming up with something concrete.”

All four of you groan, the possibility of overtime something you were trying to avoid.

“This isn’t even our case, sir!” Taehyung says from his spot on the floor.

“We’re a team, Detective. So their case is your case and you’re not going anywhere.” Seokjin replies righteously and looks around at each of your faces, desolate expressions still unchanged. He sighed and walked back to his office, returning moments later with a handle of rum and a couple of paper cups from the water cooler. He sets them down and proceeds to fill them up, all of you watching in shock.

“You just need to relax,” he says, handing off a cup of the amber liquid to each of you.

Namjoon coughs, uncomfortable. “Sir, is this really…appropriate?”

“Jesus, you really are uptight, Kim.” Seokjin chuckles. “This is what my generation would do when we hit a rut. Sit back, have a drink, and come back to the problem later with a fresh mind.”

You blink. “Captain, you’re barely older than us.”

He swings back his cup and grimaces at the taste. “And yet, so much wiser. Drink up, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Gathering his belongings again, Seokjin tips his head in goodbye and walks out the door.

All of you watch him strut out, then turn back, eyes flitting between each person to see who would be the first to take the plunge.

“Fuck it,” Namjoon grumbles and downs his cup, filling it up again immediately after. Taehyung just whoops and follows in his stead. Jungkook sighs, then shrugs and does the same. They look expectantly in your direction; your mouth still dropped open in shock at the turn of events.    

All you can do is groan and pick up your own cup in solidarity.

Hands slid over your body, from the nape of your neck down to your back. They were rough to the touch; palms calloused from years of gripping the handle of a gun. A leg is shoved between your own and a groan resounds through the room. Your breath turns into labored panting and your arms tremble in anticipation.

“Taehyung! Stop trying to knock me over, that’s cheating!” You’re holding yourself up on the mat, body posed in a bastardized downward dog, right foot on yellow and left hand on green.

Taehyung finds a way to lean over you and successfully plant his hand on blue, a winning grin on his face, eyes nearly becoming slits. He shifts his leg; movement threatening to tip your precarious position over and you jerk your head over your shoulder to glare at him.

“Where did you even manage to find Twister in here?” Jungkook hiccups, cheeks glowing red from the booze. He had tapped out of the game five minutes in, collapsing on his second turn after trying to execute a move to somehow get both his left foot and right hand on the same red circle.

“You’d be surprised at the shit they keep in evidence lock up,” Namjoon answers from his seat, legs splayed out and cup still in his hand. He had refused to play altogether, stiff attitude still unchanged even after having a couple drinks in his system. Instead, he preferred to watch you twist and turn according to the rules of the game, intent on beating Taehyung. The other man had drunk the least out of the four of you, rambunctious personality needing no more aid from alcohol. So his limbs remained adroit and nimble, easily able to coil himself to where his hands and feet needed to go. It was a stark difference from you, sheer determination and stubborn refusal to lose being the only things still keeping your body up when the rum sloshing around in your belly insisted you fold to the ground.

“Alright, right hand blue.” Jungkook calls out. Both you and Taehyung immediately go for the same circle, the closest one to either of you. His hand lands first, but yours falls right over it, all the weight of your entire body lending its pressure to push down against it. He yowls in pain and his knees buckle out of position, pulling his arm out from under yours to cradle it.

You scramble up and cheer. “I win!”

“No way, that was cheating! You broke my hand!” Taehyung whimpers, still massaging his sore fingers.

You scoff and get up, dusting off your knees and stretching out your arms. “If that was cheating, then so was the round where you tried tickling me so I would fall.”

The man’s only response is to stick out his tongue childishly. Chuckling, you move to pour yourself another drink when you realize the entire handle of alcohol was empty. “How did we manage to finish the whole thing?”

“Why are you asking as if you didn’t guzzle your first few cups like water?” Jungkook responds, eyes opening blearily, blush now extended to the tips of his ears.

“Just go buy some more,” Taehyung suggests, still cradling his hand. “The bodega around the corner sells Fireball, get us that. And some snacks while you’re at it.”

You snort but grab your wallet anyways. “Just because you designated this task to me doesn’t me I’m going to do it well. You’re getting some shitty Captain Morgan.” As you move towards the door, the sound of footsteps follows and you turn to face Namjoon. He nods at you, as if right there was exactly where he needed to be.

“Didn’t want you to go alone. It’s dark out.” He offers as an explanation.

You cock a brow. “I’m trained in two different kinds of martial arts and carry a gun.”

“Humor me.” He brushes past you to walk out, cool city air gusting into the police station for a moment before the door closes shut again. Your lips purse before you follow the man out into the street. The two of you walk for a few minutes in silence, sounds of bustling metropolitan life around you providing the background music. At a cross walk, you stop to wait for the light to turn and decide to glance at the officer next to you, his features doused in the sallow light of the street lamps.

His jaw is sharp, regal. It’s a contrast to the softness of his cheeks, the pillowy padding of his lips. Though his expression was neutral now, you knew that if he turned his lips up in a smile, two twin dimples would appear on either side, deep and unforgiving. Your eyes drag up to the gentle curve of his nose, then to the straight line of his dark brows drawn against the tan of his skin. Though it pained you to admit, Namjoon is handsome. Always was handsome, it was the first thought that run through your vodka muddled mind when you first laid eyes on him years ago in that bar. He looked exactly as he did now, though his dress shirt had a few buttons undone then, collar splayed open to reveal the blush creeping up his chest. You hazily remember the clutch of his hands on your hips, the bite of his teeth when they sank into the skin of your neck-    

“See something you like?”

You blink, startled out of your reprieve, only to see Namjoon’s back as he strolled across the street. The cross walk signed glared in front of you, little green walking man taunting. Shaking your head, you jog to catch up to him, already walking into the entrance of the bodega.

“You were just waiting for the perfect moment to say that, weren’t you?” The bell of the door rings as you enter and you find him standing in the beer aisle, inspecting a 6 pack of Bud Lights.

“I mean, you also were staring.” He decides on Natty Light instead and picks it out, turning to face you. “I know I’m devastatingly good looking, but you need to be a little more discrete with your ogling.”    

You bite the inside of your cheek, embarrassed at being caught. “I was looking at your hair, dorkus. Was considering calling NASA since that shit is defying gravity.”

His smile softens, then falls from his face slowly, expression turning serious. “I wanted to apologize.”

You jerk your head back, perplexed. “What are you talking about?”

He shifts from one foot to another, clearly a little unsure. “I mean for how I’ve been treating you. And not just since we started working together on this case.”

Your mind goes blank and your nose fills with the scent of peppermint as he shifts a little closer. There’s no way he’s talking about what you’re thinking of, right?  

“I haven’t been fair to you.” Namjoon continues, still holding your gaze firmly. “I know I called you overconfident, but so am I. On the first day, I came in all cocky and that ruined what we could have had between us.”

I can’t believe he actually admitted it. Your heart rate picks up speed at his words.  A beat passes and though you have no reply prepared, your mouth opens-

“I shouldn’t have been so stubborn on that first case. I was so sure I was right just because I know I got the highest scores on the detective’s exam. I didn’t stop to listen to you and if I just had, we could have caught the guy-“

Your mouth snaps shut in confusion. “What?”

“The credit fraud guy? The first case we had together? You talked about how people don’t take you seriously and I realized I did the same thing all those years ago and that’s how this whole stupid feud started-“

You can hardly hear the sound of your own voice when you speak over the loud ringing in your ears, anger slipping over you like a shadow. “Namjoon, you think I hate you because of the fucking credit fraud case?”

His brows furrow and his mouth hangs open dumbly. “I-what? Yeah, what do you think I was-“

“Just go pay.” You turn your face up and keep your gaze locked above, fighting back the prickling feeling behind your eyes. A long moment passes as you and Namjoon stand there in the aisle, an awkward silence enveloping the two of you. He breaks first and eventually leaves you to stand there alone, moving towards the cash register.

You release the breath you had been holding and open a freezer door to stick your face in, determined to dry out the wetness growing in your eyes. Counting down from a hundred, you stand there and wait until you were sure your voice wouldn’t shake when you spoke.

Inhale. Exhale.  

After picking your head up and closing the freezer door, you grab a random bag of chips and pay for them at the counter. You smile, thank the cashier, collect your change, and walk out to see Namjoon still standing there, waiting for you. He looks like there’s more he would like to say, but you don’t give him the chance before turning and heading in the direction of the station. He catches up easily, your brisk pace no match for his long legs. But thankfully, he decides to keep quiet.

The two of you reach the station after what feels like hours, the silence between you dragging out the seconds. You reach for the door, determined not to get caught outside in another failed conversation with Namjoon, when you catch sight of someone leaning against the brick wall of the police station. Brows furrowing, you pause. Namjoon does too, eyes flitting between you and the person.    

“I’m going to stay out here for a second.”

Namjoon glances at you, but concedes, most likely thinking you need a moment alone and were using questioning the poor innocent guy probably just waiting for someone as an excuse. You watch the door swing shut behind him before walking up to darkly clad figure.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

The man’s head rises and at this angle, you can now see under the cap that shaded his face, revealing a small smile.

“Yeah, you can say that.”

The lift of his cheeks and the crinkle of his eyes ring familiar.

“Do I…know you?” It comes out of you in a staccato, hesitant lest this random stranger be only just that.

His smile widens and he turns to fully face you. “Don’t have the best observation skills, do you, detective?”

You squint at him. “How do you know what I am?”

He tilts his head, eyes watching you like a bird in a cage. “In my line of work, I’ve learned to pick out cops from a mile away. Besides, you made it pretty obvious when we met. Picked out the best vantage point in the room to observe everyone, just like someone on a stakeout. I just had to come by and see if my guess about you was right. Settle a bet with myself, you can say.”

A throbbing hum fills your head and you straighten, arms folding over your chest. He mirrors your motions, smile never leaving his face. His gaze unnervingly never left your own and you racked your brain, trying to figure out where you had seen him before.

“C’mon, detective,” he teases, voice lilting, “Surely someone as smart as you can figure it out.”

His teeth appear, pearly white and straight. The motion turns his eyes into crescents and accentuates his high cheekbones, the slope of his nose.

You’re wary to speak, unsure of what the feeling in your head meant, before the realization came crashing back into your mind. “Jay?”

“Bingo!” He laughs and claps his hand onto your shoulder. You’re startled by the action, but if he noticed, he didn’t care. “Though I don’t really answer to that name, I’ll let you call me whatever you’d like.” His grip slides down your arm to the side of your torso and you’re made suddenly aware of the firearm you have sheathed under your jacket. As his hand inches closer, you jerk away like you were burned and take a step back.

“What are you doing here? How did you know where I work?”

He raises his hands up, palms towards you, as if he was calming a nervous animal. “I guess you can say it’s my job to find special things. I’d love to tell you all about it, but I have a meeting to run off to.”

Your head is absolutely pounding now, your vision practically vibrating as you watch him pick his back up off the wall. Panicked, you blurt out, “I’m a cop and I’m telling you to stay here.”

He laughs, the sound hollow in the suddenly deserted street. “We both know that doesn’t mean anything. Besides, this is a very important businessman I can’t keep waiting. Most important in this whole damn city and you know what rich people are like. Think their money can buy our time.” He winks and steps around you to leave, the faint smell of smoke following him.

You’re left frozen for a split second, trying to piece together all of what he said. Then your instinct kicks in and your limbs move, turning to follow him. Your lungs whine in discomfort as your feet pick up into a run before your mind even realizes what was happening, skidding around the corner to chase after the mysterious man. But when you make the turn, he’s nowhere to be seen. The road is empty and there isn’t a soul in sight for blocks. There is only you on the empty sidewalk, soaked in the yellow light of the lamp and an insistent hum in your ears letting you know you’ve found what you’ve been looking for. You spend a moment more standing there before turning back to push open the doors to the station and find your team. The three of them look up at you, cheeks ruddy and mouths stretched in the ghost of a laugh before they catch the determined look on your face.  

“I know where he’s going to be tonight.”  

e/n: i genuinely enjoyed writing this so much and can’t wait for the next part! come tell me your thoughts :)

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Bed Bound

Gif not mine

It had been a busy day, Dr Ramsey felt like it had been one horrific outcome for a patient after another, and if he was being honest all he wanted was to go home to his girlfriend and cuddle on the sofa whilst he read a book and she watched one of those binge worthy shows that she liked. He was walking down the hallway back towards his office after passing several nurses and doctors, all of whom were giving him a stranger look than normal. It wasn't until he was about to walk through the door to his office that someone decided to speak up.

"Dr Ramsey! You need to come quick" a voice calls. He turns towards the voice and sees Dr Y/L/N's roommate Dr Trinh racing down the hallway towards him. He holds out his hands when he sees she's about to barrel right into him,

"What is it Dr Trinh?" He asks, voice full of concern. She just takes your hand and runs back down the hall, the way she came. To say Ethan's confused is an understatement but he doesn't stop her or question her motives for some reason. As they're running down the halls Ethan manages to ask, breathing heavy

"Where are you taking me Sienna? What's happened?" She stops upon hearing her name and not her title, she turns back to him and frowns, tears welling up in her eyes as she rings her hands together.

"Its Y/N, she fainted whilst on her evening rounds and one of the nurses checked on her but she was really out of it, they've admitted her just in case and have started running tests and such to find out what caused this" Sienna explains. Immediately Ethan feels like his world is spiralling out of control, had he heard that right? Y/N? His Y/N? His girlfriend of over eight months was lying in one of these beds, possibly unconscious, more than likely not, worring herself because she was now the patient and on the receiving end of treatment. He shakes himself before staring at Sienna.

"Take me to her please" he begs, voice breaking on the last word. Sienna nods, wiping her eyes before leading him towards Y/N's room.

When Ethan stands on the other side of the door he's unsure if he should go in, but when he hears the voices of one of the older doctors talking about the findings he can't help but hear what they're saying and bursts into the room.

"Ethan!" Y/N says, reaching out for him, he rushes to her side and takes her hand in his before turning back to the doctors.

"Now I heard something about a suspected miscarriage, what makes you think that?" Ethan asks the doctors in the room, they both look to each other before looking back at Y/N lying in the bed and then back to Ethan.

"Are you the father Ethan?" One of the doctors asks, when Ethan looks down at Y/N seeing the fear and hurt in her eyes he nods

"Yes". The doctors both explain their assumptions to the two doctors before leaving to set up the ultrasound and scan, waiting to see what the blood test is going to say.

As soon as the doctors are out of the room, Ethans' full attention is on the woman lying in the bed, he reaches out and cups her cheek before leaning down and placing a kiss to her forehead

"How long have you known?" He asks, voice not showing any sign of emotion as he tries to process everything the doctors had told them since he entered the room.

"Only since those two doctors started talking, I swear it" she says voice small, his eyes meet hers, and he can see the truth hidden in them. He gives her hand a gentle squeeze

"But surely you must've been in pain?" He asks and she nods

"Sure I was, it felt like the pain I usually get every time I get my period, only thing was that this time I blacked out on the job and was found by a couple of residents" she explains and he sighs.

"I wish you had told me you were in pain Y/N, I would've kept a closer eye on you, or made sure you stayed home" he says beating himself up. She reaches up to cup his cheek, when he doesn't stop fretting she pulls his head down to meet hers and whispers

"No matter what happens Ethan, whether we lose this baby or not, or it it's all just some horrible joke that you will never leave me". Ethan doesn't have to think at all about his answer before his lips are attached to hers and hes telling her how much he loves her.

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[miss-bookworm]

rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions

i was tagged by @noahreids thank you Jamie!!

911

elite

911 lone star

brooklyn 99

shadowhunters

favorite character in 2?

at first it was ander but now it’s a tie between him and lu

least favorite character in 1?

how can one choose, i love them all! but maybe bobby? it certainly took me the longest to warm up to him

favorite season of 5 + 2?

for elite it’s definitely the latest one. i mean i have some issues with certain things but i love how everyone came together in the end and i love that we got some unexpected friendships. 

i’m not sure with shadowhunters because i can’t really remember what happens when. maybe second season? 

favorite couple in 2 and 3?

omar and ander for elite though i do have some issues with their story in season 3. also guzman and nadia.

in 911 lone star i jusst adore judd and grace, they’re so sweet together! and carlos and tk

favorite episode of 1, 4, and 5?

oh, this is tough one!

i loved the latest episode of 911, the cliffhanger was spot on. i also love x begins episodes and i already know i’m gonna love buck begins episode, so they better give it to me soon

i pretty much love every single episode of b99. plus, i binged the whole thing in just a few days, so all episodes are kind of a blur. i do have a soft spot the episode in which rosa comes out as bi

in shadowhunters i just adore the episode with alec’s first wedding and his first kiss with magnus. that was amazing.

how long have you watched 1?

i binged all the episodes over the weekend while i was crocheting easter eggs

how did you become interested in 3?

i saw gifs on tumblr and i was intrigued by owen and tk’s relationship. plus, i have a soft spot for rob lowe

favorite actor in 4?

all of them! if i really have to choose then andy samberg

do you prefer 1, 2, or 5?

probably 911, ‘cause i like how the episodes are constructed with some firefighting things and then also getting an inside in chacters private lives. 

have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

911 because it has more seasons than 911 lone star

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

either Rosa or Amy

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

i think it could. maybe b99 characters could take a trip to austin and then help solve some arson or something

pair two characters from 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely ok couple: 

do buck and eddie count? ‘cause i doubt the show will go there but they have chemistry and buck should definitely be bi

not sure who’s done this already but i’m tagging @yasisworld @luststricken @jacobsantiagos @2016moonlight and anyone else who wants to do it 

as always feel free to ignore

#this was quite fun #tag games

[deepblue-ocean]

Tag Game!

Sorry I’m a little late, but I’m finally doing this! I was tagged by @freeyourheartandsoul

What was the last show you binge-watched? Ugh, I think it was Anne With an E on Netflix. (Definitely go and check it out if you haven’t yet), and also been rewatching some Modern Family too. 

Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Probably dinner, when my mom cooks freshly. 

What’s the phone app you use most? Instagram & YouTube for social media, otherwise Candy Crush 

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? Don’t really have much work experience, but I would probably say babysitting for someone after I’ve had a long day (I love babysitting but I remember being really tired that day)

Do you live by any piece of advice or motto? Well I’m the type of person who believes that everything happens for reason so I try to remind myself of that when something bad happens to me. Also just trying to be grateful for every single day since life’s way too short and we shouldn’t really take anything for granted

What’s on your bucket list? Well... first of all finding a stable career would be nice. other than that I hope to travel to lots of places, mostly to my home country japan and visit my family and do lots of sightseeing. number one is definitely being a published author and being a mother one day! 

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories? No, not really. I like watching these kind of videos though.

Which fictional character do you relate to most? that’s a tough one, because I live for fictional characters. I have a bunch that I love but if I had to choose one I’d definitely say Lara-Jean Covey. She’s just really cute and relatable, plus we have a lot of similarities. also the fact that she’s an asian character and I’m also super asian is what I love the most. asian representation!

What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? I think I wanted to be a singer (I love singing but don’t want to be a singer anymore)

What activity instantly calms you? listening to music, reading, singing, sometimes praying helps too. 

My Questions:

Music getting you through this quarantine? a lot! love me some lauv (his new album is seriously so freaking good) and just lots of sappy, love music 

Currently Reading or Favorite book? currently reading ‘the rules of love and grammar’ by Mary Simses. and favorite book ever is ‘how to fall in love’ by cecelia ahern

TV show that makes you laugh the most? Modern Family, Fuller House, Brooklyn 99, Friends

Favorite Disney movie? Tangled, Peter Pan, Tarzan and Mulan (I know it’s more than one but I just love them all)

Best vacation or dream vacation? Japan. I’d also love do a Europe Trip. 

Favorite candy bar? Snickers

Quote from your favorite tv show? I don’t think I have a favorite one, but definitely everything that comes out of Stiles Stilinski’s mouth because that guy is hilarious and the best fictional character ever created 

Cats or dogs? Dogs

Favorite wild animal? Elephant and Penguins

Biggest pet peeve? People being rude to waiters or employees in general. Just rude people. ugh. 

My Questions: 

Do you have any Siblings? 

What’s  your favorite movie? 

Coffee or Tea? 

Who’s your celebrity crush? 

What’s your most memorable encounter with a stranger you’ve met? 

I know this is a tagging game, but I don’t really have anyone to tag so anyone who wants to jump in and do this game is welcome to join :) don’t forget to add your own questions in the end