#Flirty Detective (Abe)

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

FLORDIA KILOS- F. CASTLE

day seven of the june bug masterlist

pairing: frank castle x girlfriend! fem! reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: your boyfriend gets a little handsy when applying your sunscreen at the beach...

warnings: very suggestive, pet names, swearing, fluff, lots of suggestive touching, reader takes of her bikini :)

 “come on down to florida, i got somethin' for ya/ we could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh yeah- guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime/ prison don't mean nothing to me, if you'll be by my side”- florida kilos, lana del rey

A handgun had been shoved in your little purse, with three bullets to adorn it.

A 38 caliber Colt Detective, placed right next to your Frank's pack of smokes, and spare ribbon bows for your hair.

He had insisted you bring it, just to be safe. And despite how anxious that made him sound- this was the chillest you had seen him out in the open, probably ever.

He was a very protective man, scared of loss and crimson stains if they were yours. With his military background, and his vigilante activities when the sun had set, he was on high alert. But today, he seemed just a little more at peace.

His breathing slowed, matching the rhythm of the waves as they washed up on the shore, before journeying back out to sea.

Something you noticed he only did when he got home, bruised and battered and realized that you were still there, still safe and still his. Holding you close as he caressed you to sleep, as if you had fought the battles every night.

You had a strong feeling the reason he was so calm was because he knew no one else was coming. With what connections- you didn't know, but he had managed to reserve the little Flordian beach just for the two of you.

You glanced over at him from where you lay on your towel, skin soaking in the warm rays of the sun- in contrast to him lounged in a chair- under the umbrella.

His eyes were closed, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he savoured the warmth, the peace and the quiet. This is how it felt to be with you, and he wanted to savour each moment of serendipity he could before going back to New York.

You were happy you could convince him to take a little getaway with you- to where it was warm and sandy. You lowered your little heart shaped sunglasses to admire him fully, letting your eyes glance over the tanned outline of his abs, the veins bulging in his lean forearms.

Your admiration was quickly caught- a smirk forming on his face before he peeled his eyes open, feeling your staring before you were even aware he was awake.

“Are you checkin me out doll?” he cracked an eye open.

“Am I not allowed to admire my own boyfriend?” you asked, not backing down from his heated stare, watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.

“Sure ya are. But only if I can do the same.”

You scoffed. “You do the same to me without asking my permission.”

“You like it.” he chuckled, and you didn't have anything to say to that- because it was the truth. Frank was always watching you. Staring at you, eyeing you up and down everytime you were in eyesight.

Whether he was making you twirl in whatever outfit you had on, or simply admiring your body as you slept, running a hand down your curves- he was always marveling at how you were his. How such a beautiful, delicate- but feisty little thing could be claimed as his, and no one else's.

You liked the attention, though you were a little shy at first. Cheeks heating under his praises and sweet touches. Now, you were used to it- but it still made you feel a surge in your chest all the same. He was always so quiet and stealthy with it too, making you jump a little, the thud of your heart quickening its pace in your ribcage.

It had happened now, a hand on your ass giving it a gentle squeeze making you jump as he soundlessly leaned over you, planting a kiss to your exposed shoulder.

“Gonna come tan with me big boy?” you looked at him over your shoulder, giving him a flirty smile.

“You’re cute. I’m putin more sunscreen on your pretty lil skin doll, it's time for s’more.”

You sighed, kicking your feet up to brush his arm as he pulled out the lotion, giving another trail of kisses to your shoulder blade. Taking care of you, as always.

And you soaked in it, just as you basked in the sun. Chilled hands caressed your ass, his large hands rubbing the lotion into your skin, eliciting a little moan from you as he squeezed.

He stilled. A smirk wide on his face. “Y’say somethin sweetheart? Ya gotta speak up for me.” he cooed, slowly tracing his fingers up your back, rubbing it soft and deep into your muscles.

“Mmm no just feels good. Thank you Frankie.”

Ahh, there was that pet name he loved. When your brain started to turn off, and you fell into a needy, submissive state where all you craved was his affections. And he'd give them to you, happily.

You squirmed under his touch, as his hands trailed under the little string of your bikini top. “Gotta make sure I get everywhere doll. Don't want the sun damaging this pretty skin.”

You nodded, biting your lip as he worked his magic, easing any tension from your back and shoulders, making you clench your toes as his fingers ghosted the string, to give it a little tug.

“Gotta do the other side sweet thing. You wanna flip over?” His fingers tugged and the string came loose, bikini dropping to the towel below as you turned over, revealing yourself to him. He let out a low whistle, positioning himself so you were shielded from the sun, letting you see his reactions.

They made you giggle, the widening of his eyes and bite of his lip as if he was seeing your boobs for the first time.

“God damn. Shoulda made you keep this at home.”

You laughed, reaching up to pull him in for a kiss, nails scratching the nape of his neck as his lips clashed with yours, hot and heavy. You moaned, arching your back, letting your bare tits brush against his chest as he let his lips trail down your neck, past your collarbone and to your breasts.

“S’fuckin pretty baby. Can't believe these pretty tits are all f’me.” he groaned, squeezing one in his hand, wrapping his lips around the other as he tugged harshly at your nipple with his tongue.

You whined, heels digging into the sand as he pinned you down, nails digging into his skin hard enough to hurt.

“Gonna finish with the sunscreen Frankie?” you managed to quip out as he stared up at you, gaze never leaving yours as he bit down on the skin to make you yelp.

“You distract me.”

“Oh I distract you? Mister...”

He smirked. “Fair enough. Lemme finish what I started, then we can get to some real fun in the sun, or whatever those losers say.”

[couchcandy]

Psych x Community ??

I love psych and i love community so this vague concept of them existing in the same universe has been floating around in my head. 

The key connecting factor being the references to Shawn/Britta’s similarly eclectic off-screen pasts. They're close in age so I'm like okay - it would totally be possible for them to have known eachother/dated/whatever at some point before. 

psych aired from 2006 - 2014; Shawn born 1977

community aired from 2009 -2014; Britta born 1980

(Take these two quotes just as an example but it's referenced casually throughout both shows)

Britta’s Dad: I mean, every time we get too close, you run off. We sent you a birthday card to your apartment in New York, and the next week you’re setting fire to a Jamba Juice in San Jose.

Britta: How long is that gonna stick with me?

Britta’s Mom: Until arson is legal, sweetie.

Gus: Shawn, you’ve had fifty-seven jobs since we left high school.

Shawn: Yes I have. And they were all fun. But this one takes the cake.

Gus: Oh yeah? Better than the acupuncture clinic?

Shawn: I didn’t realize experience was necessary.

Gus: What about the summer you spent driving the weiner mobile?

Shawn: I did that for the hot dogs.

I think they fit somewhere in the ballpark of each other's types, both sluts(affectionate) and it makes sense for them to have crossed paths at some point during Britta's “anhercists” days. 

So that establishes a link between the groups, but what would it be like if they interacted? Take the arbitrary scenario; Shawn and Gus have gotten themselves and by extension the SBPD into another whacky shenanigan somehow who cares how i'm not writing this

I imagine initially everyone in the study group has a more or less positive impression of Shawn because he's charming, (with the notable exception of…you got it! Jeff)

JEFF

In typical jeff fashion is immediately threatened by Shawn because he has to be the coolestmostlikeabledude™ in the room at all times while simultaneously has to act like he doesn't care so he's quietly seething and - hey what's this new dude doing here making all my friends laugh that's my job! i must now make it my life's mission to prove this guys a fraud and reclaim my status no matter how much a fool i make of myself in the process (a la: advanced documentary filmmaking)

BRITTA

Normal standard “hey old friend” situation, remember when we *insane thing involving multiple felonies and property destruction* haha anyway let me introduce you to my friends - 

ANNIE

immediate skepticism that Shawn is able to sidestep pretty quickly by being charming/flirty (NOT in a gross way *hisses at the jeffannie shippers*) Her reaction being like when the dean “swaps bodies with jeff” or after abed’s don draper impression.

ABED

Knows Shawn isn't really psychic but goes along with it/doesn’t point out that Shawn’s hyper observant because he's invested in watching the psychic/cop show formula play out. He would! and I would too!

(quote from 5x03 Basic Intergluteal Numismatics):

Abed Nadir: [Pretending to read the crime scenes as a psychic] I see a man... using a social disorder as a procedural device. Wait, wait, wait, I see another man. Mildly autistic super detectives everywhere.

TROY

Obligatory: “you’re wrinkling my brain right now” and just general fascination, awe, and wonderment. Asks Shawn to tell him his future

SHIRLEY

Immediate judgment on Shawn's practices not being christian enough for her standards, but easily swayed to liking him once he picks up on something and comments on her ex husband being an idiot to lose her or something

PEIRCE

Does his peirce thing and tries to seem impressive and fails, something level five laser lotus blah blah - u get it thats enough on him 

THE DEAN

Is facilitating the psych crew being there because it might bring in good press for greendale and he def does the hand on shoulder thing when he meets him you know the one - omg and totally is into Lassiter furrowed brows “im packing heat” Carlton, please. – lassie is Not Amused™ 

CHANG

This depends on what point in community canon this interaction takes place because season 1 chang would prob be normal(for him), but like season 5 Chang would do/say something so insane and so chang that i can't even come up with it

As for our psych guys, Gus points out how weird and fucked up and bizarre Greendale is meanwhile Shawn is LIVING for it - signs them up for the Dean’s PA announcements class, and “Gus! buddy! I hope you don't mind. I used your credit card to sign us up for The History of Ice Cream. Come on, it starts in 20 minutes ! :D” Gus: “Shawn! >:0”

Lassie would just nonstop point out all the health and safety violations- he doesn't want to be here- calls a lot of people hippies, generally grumpy demeanor and we love him for it.

Starburns terribly hits on Jules - gets rejected, proceeds to try and sell her drugs - gets arrested.

[franklyshipping]

In His Thoughts ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

This here fic comes from a delightful anon prompt involving Noir-Mark from ISWM, and our favourite detective boi Abe - I’m VERY exciting to be writing Noir-Mark for the first time, and throughout the fic I shall simply call him Noir! With that said LET’S DO THIS!

The Invincible II… was grounded. Don’t worry, it was neither in danger nor being punished like a badly behaved child. The ship was merely recuperating on Earth for repairs, and as a result every single land and sea-faring ego had descended, eager to see inside the great vessel. Of course, the crew were eager to oblige. The whole place was bustling as about twenty mini tours were going on at once, everyone chatting in their little groups or pairs. One pair, however, had managed to get away from the rabble, entering into the reality of black and white and finding themselves at a much quieter version of the ship’s bridge. What made them enter this reality? Well, Noir Mark was playing tour guide to Abe, and so naturally thought his reality was the only one worth showing off. Abe had been biting back a grin the whole time, because since they’d first shaken hands Abe had been privy to Noir’s excessive mental monologues.

‘And here is my bridge. Magnificent isn’t it?’

Noir said, and Abe bit the inside of his cheek as Noir’s following thoughts slipped into his head.

‘Obviously it’s magnificent, it is my design after all.’

Abe glanced around the space, and admittedly… it was pretty magnificent. Everything was sleek, completely pristine and clearly functioning to perfection. Abe trailed a few fingers over the gleaming console, and sent Noir a grin.

‘Very impressive, you design all this yourself?’

‘Indeed I did, how d’you guess?’

‘Intuition.’

Abe replied, smiling innocently, and then he had to force down another laugh when Noir grinned, and his thoughts flared up loudly.

‘I knew he’d be impressed. Clearly he has a fine set of senses… come to think of it, he’s pretty damn fine all over.’

Noir’s eyes flicked over Abe’s profile, and the detective had to hope Noir wouldn’t notice the little blush appear on his face. However as time went by, amidst Noir showing Abe all the details of his bridge… it got harder for Abe to keep it together. Not only were Noir’s thought about him flustering, but every bit of self-praise and self-compliment revealed to Abe that this guy was used to people thinking he was the crème de la crème of men. As the pair of them looked out into space, Abe glanced at Noir and mused.

‘So ah, you ever get any insubordination from the rest of crew?’

‘Oh they would never dare! I know what makes them all tick, so they know better than to cross the line with me.’

Noir replied with pride lacing his voice, making Abe hum thoughtfully.

‘Huh…’

Abe turned to face him fully, crossing his arms casually as his eyes trailed up to lock with Noir’s. Needless to say, the locking of their eyes was nothing short of intimate.

‘And… what about you?’

Noir’s mouth curved into a subtle smile.

‘What about me?’

Abe smiled back, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

‘What makes you tick?’

Now, to anyone with a regular sense of perception, Noir would have seemed like his normal charming self, entirely unaffected by Abe’s little query. But Abe was a seasoned detective with the added talent of thought perception… he could see and hear every little detail of a person. So when Noir replied, Abe took note of the way his jaw briefly clenched.

‘Ah… nothing, hah, no weaknesses here!’

Noir said… but then his mind quivered, and expressed something far different.

‘Alright now Noir, just relax. Yes he’s an incredibly handsome detective, but there’s no way he could know… right?’

Abe bit back a smirk. So Noir was hiding a little weakness. He took a pointed step closer to Noir, so they were truly chest to chest. Abe tilted his head at Noir, his words coming out in an innocent, flirty fashion.

‘Nothing? Not one little thing that makes you weak at the knees?’

Noir’s breath hitched, but he covered it with a charming chuckle.

‘I’m afraid I must disappoint you, detective. Thanks to my extensive multiversal and quantum travels, I have developed immunity to a great many ills and vulnerabilities associated with the common man.’

Abe nodded along as he took a casual step closer to Noir, but in reality he was listening to the dialogue of Noir’s mind.

‘Oh lord he’s getting closer, relax Noir relax, he’s probably just doing some innocent flirting. Just because your crew has a habit of tickling doesn’t mean he does! Although, his expression does look rather mischievous… could he be about to tickle me?’

Abe had to use his willpower to not smirk as he realised what Noir was so flustered about. His weakness. He was ticklish. Abe had no hesitation in his head as he slowly smiled at Noir.

‘Y’know Noir… I like you.’

Noir smiled, but then he paled when Abe lowered his voice.

‘And to answer your question… yes. I am going to tickle you.’

Before Noir could even process Abe’s words, determined fingers reached out and dug into his abs. A howl of shocked laughter flew out of Noir’s mouth as he bent double, practically folding like a lawn chair, as the surge of ticklishness made him crumple to the ground. Abe let out a laugh of his own, finding his reaction to be the most adorable thing he had ever seen! Noir’s eyes were wide as he spluttered out laughter, wriggling on the ground as Abe straddled his legs and continued tickling him.

‘Whahahat the hehehehell?!’

Noir exclaimed as Abe’s fingers danced over his taut dress shirt, pinching at his muscles effectively as he chuckled.

‘You ought be more careful with your thoughts buddy.’

Noir’s eyes went wide as the realisation hit him through his mirth.

‘Yohohohou’re the thohohought reheheader!’

Noir had heard tell that one of the land-living egos had the ability to detect the thoughts of those in his proximity, but he hadn’t known precisely who it was.. until now. Now, Noir went beet red, realising that Abe would have heard all his thoughts about him being ticklish, all his self-brags, his comment about­–

‘About how you think I’m attractive? Oh yeah, I heard that one too. I gotta say, I’m pretty flattered.’

Abe chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he blatantly enjoyed the feeling of tickling all over Noir’s muscled abdomen, letting out a low, playful whistle as he did so.

‘Wow, strong and ticklish? I like you more and more every second.’

Noir, completely taking off guard by the flirting and compliments, accidently let out a stream of higher pitched giggles amidst his guffaws. Usually he was the charmer, the smooth-talker with liquor in hand and the gleam of intimacy in his eyes. He’d never really been the one on the receiving end before, and as a result he felt more flustered than he ever thought possible!

‘Ohohoho my gahahad stahap wihihith the teheheasing!’

Abe laughed warmly, taking some time to scratch at Noir’s stomach, drawing out more guffaws and high-pitched yelps as he replied.

‘Teasing? I’m just stating facts over here, not my fault if you get flustered.’

‘Ihihihi ahaham nahahat fluhuhustered!’

Noir retorted, making Abe raise an amused eyebrow. He let his fingers teasingly drag down Noir’s stomach and hips, until they drummed playfully atop Noir’s thighs.

‘Oh you’re not flustered? That’s interesting… because your mind’s kinda racing with how you feel more flustered than you ever thought possible.’

Abe winked, and let his fingers squeeze and pinch the flesh of Noir’s thighs mercilessly. Noir howled with laughter, trying to tug at his legs and bat at Abe’s hands, but he was too frantic to truly dislodge the detective in any way. Noir was used to getting sneaky tickles and jabs from his crewmates, but no-one ever dared to try and take him down like this! He’d actually forgotten just how deathly ticklish he was.

‘Ahahahalrihihight ahalrihihight I’m fluhuhustered! Stahahahahappit!’

On the tail-end of his reply Noir let out a snort, making him blush furiously as Abe laughed, finding it so damn endearing.

‘Aww, y’know you’re pretty cute like this. There’s somethin’ real special about a big strong guy bein’ so sensitive, don’t you think?’

Noir continued to laugh and snort, his heart racing as Abe’s teasy, flirtatious compliments made butterflies swarm in his stomach. Noir’s hands weakly held Abe’s arms, but at this point he wasn’t even trying to push him away… honestly, a big part of him didn’t want to.

‘Ihihihi’m gohohoing toho… gehehet yohohou fohohor thihis!’

Abe laughed warmly, and let his hands slide down playfully to Noir’s kneecaps as he leaned in closer to him, his face hovering close to Noir’s as he whispered.

‘Oh yeah? You wanna do it over dinner, or are you a long walk on a galactic beach kind of guy?’

Noir’s breath hitched, and before he could reply with anything remotely coherent, Abe squeezed his kneecaps. Noir let out an honest to God shriek of laughter, his whole body jolting as he babbled.

‘AHHH NONONOHOHO NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!’

‘Ohh is that a good spot, you like it here?’

Abe teased as he kept squeezing his kneecaps, his nimble fingertips pressing in nice and deep as Noir writhed with truly hysterical laughter. Abe didn’t need to sense his thoughts to know that he’d found the absolute jackpot of tickle spots on Noir. Noir looked up at him pleadingly, a huge grin on his face.

‘PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MEHERCY!’

Abe chuckled, raising a playful eyebrow down at him.

‘You sure you want me to stop? You kinda look like you’re enjoying yourself.’

Noir blushed even hotter, since it was true that he’d given up in his struggles and had completely stopped even trying to grab Abe’s hands. But Noir could also feel himself losing his energy the more he was tickled, so he gave Abe another pleading look.

‘IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE MUHUCH MOHORE!’

Abe’s expression softened, and he sensed that Noir was being honest. Abe slowed his touch until the tickling stopped altogether, allowing Noir to calm down his laughter into residual chuckles as he got his breath back. After a few moments, Noir looked up at Abe and grinned with every ounce of his charm restored.

‘God… you’ve got to be the mohost villainous detective I’ve ever met. It’s attractive, by the way.’

Abe laughed, his eyes gleaming.

‘Oh yeah? Well you’ve gotta be the most pride-centred flirt I’ve ever met… and you’re pretty attractive too.

Noir’s grin grew as his eyes flicked over Abe’s face, taking in his worn, yet warm, features as his heartbeat got a tad faster. Then he cleared his throat softly, and spoke in a quieter voice.

‘What you said before… in case you’re interested, I’m more of a dinner kind of guy.’

Abe’s smile softened. He stood up and helped Noir to his feet, and their hands lingered on each other’s arms as the detective replied.

‘So am I.’

So, in a perhaps unexpected twist, all it took was a few teases and tickles to bring together the detective and the time-spliced engineer. A man hardened by his detective work who liked his liquor, and had an insatiable charm… combined with a man hardened by his space-faring exploits who liked his liquor, and who too had an insatiable charm. Thinking about it, perhaps such a pairing is not such a wild twist after all. Perhaps it’s simply two similar souls with two similar hearts… whose thoughts brought them together in the way they both deserved.

WOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO, LUV YOUS!!

[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #90: XF issue 11 and UXM issue 213

Picking up immediately after the Power Pack crossover, Hank and Bobby are ambushed by some Morlocks who think they're Marauders. Masque is one of them, joined by Berserker, an electrokinetic, Scaleface, who turns into a giant lizard, and Blow-Hard, my new favorite superhero, who blows on things really hard. The fight is interrupted when Scott, Jean, Artie, and the comatose Warren arrive and clear the air, inviting them to come with them. Just before this, Artie, attempting to convey the message Warren gave him for Jean, shows her a vision of Warren hugging her, which makes Scott get all stoic and angsty again. When they get back to HQ, Scott and Jean take Warren to a hospital, while Berserker and his gang, who don't trust X-Factor, sneak out. They run into some muggers, who tragically shoot Blow-Hard and get electrocuted in response. Scott and Jean see this on the news in the hospital waiting room and jump at the chance to go beat someone up instead of sitting around. There's a quick interlude at a veteran's hospital in Georgia, where Abe Kieros, a mutant in an iron lung with the power to make stuff blow up, is recruited by Apocalypse. Catching back up to Scott and Jean, they arrive on the scene just as the cops murder Scaleface and injure Masque, making Berserker go crazy. Scott tries to subdue him but accidentally knocks him into the water, where he electrocutes himself. To Scott, this is just more blood on his hands, but to Jean, they saved Masque's life, and that's worth something. They get back to the hospital, where the doctor tells them Warren will live, but they had to amputate his wings. In the teaser for next issue, Boom-Boom, the mutant girl from SWII, has been working as a thief for Vanisher, an old X-Men villain. She quits and threatens to call X-Factor on him. The best parts of this issue were the scenes of recovery from the Massacre, and I wish there had been more of that and less crazy Morlocks. But it was still good overall.

Betsy takes center stage in the finale to the X-Men side of the storyline. She's using Cerebro to project her psychic self through the mansion, checking on the wounded and on the rooms of the missing New Mutants. Speaking of which, she and Doug have a weird flirty thing going on, which is so very creepy. Luckily it never goes as far as Peter and Kitty. Betsy feels out of place, not fully accepted by the X-Men. Her scans of the mansion are cut short when she detects Sabretooth entering the ground and tries to scan his mind, but is knocked for a loop by how evil his brain is, I guess. In the tunnels, Logan tells Ororo that the lightning blast wiped out all traces of the New Mutants scent. It also destroyed every last bit of the Morlocks home. Ororo wonders if its her fault; lately, there have been a lot of storms around when she's in a fight, and she fears her powers are coming back in a way she can't control. There's an interlude in LA, where Malice continues to stalk Alison, this time taking possession of her body. Back at the mansion, Anna hasn't stopped patrolling the grounds, and she's exhausted- an easy target for Sabretooth, who takes her down. He makes his way inside and attacks Betsy, who runs to draw him away from the injured Morlocks. She fights back with every weapon she can get her hands on, determined to protect people, but she's no match for Sabretooth. Logan returns just in time, though, and starts fighting with Sabretooth. Max and Ororo plan to join in, but Betsy tells them that as long as Sabretooth is distracted with Logan, she can slip into his mind and get information. Ororo tells her to go for it, and she succeeds, although we don't get to see what all info she got. When Sabretooth realizes what happened, he jumps into the lake and escapes before the X-Men gang up on him. Ororo, Logan, and Anna, the only X-Men left, unanimously offer Betsy a place on the team, which she accepts.

This might be my favorite Marvel crossover ever. It's also, I think, the most complete loss the heroes have ever had in an event this big. At this point, mutants are Marvel's most successful franchise, and Claremont and Simonson could have just coasted on that. But instead, they chose to write a story that would take several of their most popular characters out of the books and set up a bunch of bold new plot threads. I think, more than any other evil team we've seen, the Marauders are the anti-X-Men. The way they synergize their fighting styles and have a bunch of different little interpersonal relationships is very reminiscent of what makes the X-Men so interesting, except they're also completely devoid of morals. They'll be a big part of the franchise for the next few years, and bring out sides of our heroes that we haven't seen before. And even beyond them, there were so many plots set up for all three books. I've been looking forward to getting to this story, and it did not disappoint.

[deareststarlightchild]

Hello Rp World

This is a new blog for those who Enjoy Who Killed Markiplier and it’s characters, this is an rp/fan blog For the whole Who Killed Markiplier World Muses are Alexandra Maria Davis-She is the DA (My verison.) at the moment and Has been good friends with Damien sense College. She has worked as a police officer in the past so she knows of Detective Abe.(Not well) but he has flirted with her a few times. She also knows about Mark And WIlliam through Damien’s Stories and she has meet Celine once or twice. Alexandra prefers to be called Alex and she’s a hard worker. Alex can follow both Cannon and Non cannon storylines. And Dawn Angelia Slivermoon-she is a 3 year old tot who loves bears, and swimming. Damien is her dad and she comes from an AU.Dawn has nicknames for Her “uncles” Actor Mark. (Uncle Moo Moo.) He made funny noises and she liked them so that is his name now to her. There is no uncle Mark, only Uncle Moo Moo. And William (Uncle Co Co) As she couldn;t say his nickname/title Colonel. Auntie Ce Ce. As She cannot Say Celine’s name but has vague memories of her from the past, and her dad’s stories about her. (All good) Abe is called Det. or Abby. Most Abby, Ben is called Be-Be. and Her nicknames for George and Chief are, Flo-Flo (Flower.) and Big Buddy. (As Chief has A little Buddy. that’s what her Logic came up with.)  ((Mun is sorry she has no images for her charaters. But I welcome you to drop in an rp ask or Message. and go easy on me, first RP blog. Mun will also have tags for charters based on who is the Muse. so two diffrent tags for each charter, just an FYI ))

[mrsbhandari]

Bad Words

A/N: Hi!! I didn’t realize that I didn't post this on here, so I figured why not ya know? I hope you like this!!

Word Count: 4,620

Warnings: NSFW, language

Summary: The Crew has a bet to see who can make you cuss first, and Colt has a certain strategy.

Tag list: 

@omgjasminesimone, @edgiestwinter, @bucketofsoup, @donutsgirl36, @desireepow-1986, @lovehugsandcandy, @troublemakerinspace, @client-327 ​---------------------------------

“Somehow you don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt,” Colt snapped, pushing his chest out and face close to Logan’s. Their latest spat’s cause was unknown to you, but you immediately yelled out from your spot on the couch set against the back wall of the garage. 

“Knock it off!” You hadn’t even looked up from your studying but you could feel the childish glares you were getting. “You two are grown men and yet you fight over such childish things, like who gets to ride shotgun.”

“That’s not what--” Colt started to argue but her own glare cut him off. 

“I don’t give a…” Your voice briefly raised and every gang member in the garage immediately stopped to hear if you were really going to say a bad word. It had become somewhat of a competition to see who could make you say one first with a cash prize for the winner. Toby, being the most honest person in the crew, told you, and you made it your mission to never swear anywhere the crew could hear it. 

After Toby told you, it flitted into your mind that you never really  cussed  as you never had a reason to. Any anger or other strong feeling you had could be expressed without going ‘dirty,’ plus your father’s tight leash kept your throat tight, refusing to let even a hint of ‘fuck’ or ‘bitch’ through. Even among criminals who had seen the inside of a jail cell, you couldn’t find it within yourself to say something like that, especially for no reason. However, the challenge was getting harder and harder the more they tried. 

Mona and Logan both went the flirty route, trying to whisper in your ear and seduce you into saying something bad, but you never gave in. Toby and Ximena had gone the playful route, trying as often as they could to annoy you into saying something for one of them to win. They’d follow you around, repeat things over and over in your ear, and knock the pencil out of your hand when you tried getting work done. Meanwhile, Colt had a more leisurely strategy--in that he didn’t seem to have one at all. Toby informed you that he had placed a bet on himself to win, but that he had been very mysterious about how he was going to. He was a wild card. 

The thought made you lay awake at night, listening to Logan’s light snoring on the couch in his loft. If you had to be completely honest, you always caught the way Colt’s eyes would burn into you when you weren’t looking, or how his touch lingered just barely when he was showing you how to repair something. You often wore shorts around the garage with the hot LA weather, but the heat from his gaze running over the smooth skin of your legs was hotter than any summer you’d ever experienced. 

You always pushed the thought of dating him out of your mind, but couldn’t help the constant drifting of your mind to him, hot and cocky with a smug smile and muscles for days. The leather jacket and jeans hid a lot, but the white t-shirt he wore when he was working on his motorcycle left you breathless, shaping the much wanted sight of his skin underneath the fabric that you so desperately wanted to yourself. You needed that hot breath on your cheek, carrying with it a daring taunt as he moved his lips down your neck. You needed him to surround you, the remedy for the heat being the sweet release only he could give you. 

You recognized that you had trailed off and been silent just a beat too long, cheeks flushed as Colt’s fiery and defiant gaze landed on you. “I don’t care what you were fighting about or who started it. If I can hear your stupid fight through my music, it needs to stop,” you call, looking back down to indicated that you were done talking about it. The grumblings of the boys slowly ceased until all you could hear was the music in your ears, soothing you as you worked through the calculus problems on the page in front of you. Colt went back to tinkering with his bike and you saw Logan walk back to the small kitchen. So that’s what they were fighting about, you thought. Colt hates Logan bringing food near his bike.

You kept your eye on Colt as he worked. His muscles were glistening with sweat and your eyes hungrily raked over them, thanking whatever urge made him want to wear a tank top instead of his usual short sleeved tee. Keeping your head down but your eyes forward, you continued watching closely when he stood from the bike and stretched, ass filling out his jeans perfectly and abs highlighted from his now see-through, sweat-soaked shirt. You could feel your panties dampen at the sight and thought of how it would feel to have your bare skin against his while he thrusts into you, moaning in your ear as you--

He caught your eye and winked, sending a rush of blood to your neck and face. He enjoyed teasing you relentlessly, noticing some of the longing glances you send him, so he walked over to your spot on the couch. You looked up and immediately became eye-level with his crotch, swallowing heavily. Logan was still in the kitchen, Toby was waist-deep underneath a car, and the girls of the garage were on a job; it was just you, Colt, and the ungodly look in his eye. 

“Like what you see?” He still loomed over her, a smug smile making your face grow even hotter than it already was. He sat down next to you, causing your body to go rigid as you felt the sticky sheen of sweat covering the arm that was touching your shoulder. He smelled of grease and...lemon? You looked down at his hands and saw that they were clean, so he must’ve used a cleaner rag to wipe them off before he sat with you. “I don’t think you mind getting dirty like me, huh?” he spoke low in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine.

Realizing you hadn’t answered his question, you shrugged, hands still clutching your homework. If your mind hadn’t been so clouded with the pure scent of him, you might’ve been embarrassed with your grip. Alas, all you could think about was the heat of his arm next to yours and the droplet of sweat on his neck that ran down his shoulder until it stopped at the edge of the thin fabric. Gently, he pried the pencil and clipboard away from you before placing your hand on his stomach. His eyes stayed on your face, trying to detect any sort of hesitation, but all he found was complete fascination in your face. 

The feeling of someone’s stomach flexing under your fingertips was foreign and it must’ve been obvious on your face because Colt laughed, causing his muscles to ripple and contract. The fabric was wet and with anyone else, you would’ve been a little grossed out, but Colt was smiling at you with a mischievous glint in his eye and he was leaning forward and oh my god he glanced down at your lips and was going to kiss you--

“Like what you feel?” His lips brushed yours as he whispered the question, taunting your innocence with his devilish temptation. Your mouth was open slightly, fully ready for something you’d been waiting for since you’d joined the Crew, and he detected that desperation and something else (lust? He didn’t know you were capable of that.) in your eyes. His large hands were still covering your own, and he took advantage of that to guide them down the front of his jeans, hissing when your fingertips brushed the large bulge that had formed. You began to palm him through the thick fabric, listening for the happy sighs and quiet whimpers he let out. 

“Come to my room tonight,” he whispered, hot breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. Suddenly feeling insecure, you withdrew your hand, prompting a sad whimper to fall from his lips. He internally cursed himself for such a pathetic sound, but he couldn’t help himself around you. His mind was filled with fantasies involving your lips on him, everywhere you could reach. 

“This isn’t just about the bet, is it?” You prepared yourself for his answer that would imply you’re nothing to him, but it never came. Instead, rough fingertips caressed your cheek, bringing your faces closer together until your lips met in a sweet kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for...a while. The bet is a perk,” he admitted, giving a sheepish smile that felt wrong on his typically confident and serious face. 

“What makes you think I’ll let you win?” you challenged, eyebrows raising in a defiant expression. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, grabbing it and applying barely-there pressure that made your breath hitch.

“I’ll win.” His tone made goosebumps form on your arms.

“Hey, you get your hands off her!” Logan yelled upon his return from the kitchen. Colt huffed in annoyance at the interruption and removed his hand from your chin. You found yourself aching from the loss. 

“Or what? She’s not yours, you know. She was free to say no,” Colt scoffed and stood, body tensing in preparation for a fight. 

“You’re a perv. She probably--” 

“Will both of you shut up?” you yelled, pushing the two boys apart. Toby rolled out from under the car he was working on to gawk. “God, you’re both so annoying!” You huffed and collected your books from the coffee table to bring up to Logan’s loft. Colt and Logan stared silently at you as you disappeared up the stairs before turning back to each other, glaring daggers. Toby whistled.

“Hey! You heard her, stop being annoying.” He muttered a few more choice words and slid back under the car. 

An hour later, you’d finished your homework and were spread out on Logan’s bed reading when you heard a knock at the door. 

“Yes?” you asked, eyes still trained on the pages. 

“I-uh,” a voice stammered, and you smiled upon recognizing it. “I wanted to apologize. You know, if you felt like you couldn’t say no.” Cold had a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he stood at the top of the stairs leading to the loft, looking insecure. His usual cockiness was replaced with something softer, and you decided it was a cute look on him that you hoped only you saw. You turned your eyes back to your book, wanting to make him sweat a little bit. You forced your voice to sound bored. 

“If I didn’t want it, you would’ve known. You forget my dad is a cop, don’t you?” You and your father’s relationship was a little strained, but that didn’t mean you were going to ignore the self-defense lessons you’ve had. You can practically hear the grimace at the mention of your dad. 

“...Are you still coming tonight?” His voice sounded more confident, demanding an answer rather than asking for it. You rubbed your thighs together at the tone, but you were determined to not give up your hand. 

“Sleeping in your room? Yes. Coming?” You flick your eyes to meet his in a challenge. “That depends on you.”

His eyes narrowed and he knit his brows, seemingly searching for the source of the confidence he had never seen from you before. Even on jobs, there always seemed to be a voice nagging you about failure, making you hesitate and second guess yourself even when that wasn’t an option. Watching you silence that voice in favor of taunting him was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He sent you a smirk, cocky attitude masking his anxiety.

“We’ll see.” He turned to leave, but your voice stopped him. 

“You’re sure this isn’t about the bet?” The sudden tone shift from cocky to soft surprised you despite the words falling from your own mouth. 

“Yes. Although I can promise you…” He paused to give you a wicked smile. “You will be screaming all types of things when I--”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Logan cut him off, glaring at his rival standing slightly away from the staircase. You wondered if Logan would push him down the stairs had Colt been closer.

“He and I were just talking, Logan. No need to get your boxers in a twist,” you chided, trying to diffuse the situation with the same wit you saw from both boys every day. The more time Colt and Logan had to spend in the same space, the less patience they had for each other. Your comment only seemed to fuel Colt’s own insults.

“Yeah, asshole. Am I not allowed to talk to her now? There you go again, Logan, acting like you own her.” Colt smirked as Logan’s hands bunched up to fists at his side. Your own loud sigh pulled both their attention away from each other. 

“I give up! I’m reading with Toby,” you huffed, closing your book and walking back to the garage. Toby was still swearing underneath the car, so you sat on the floor next to him and opened your book again. He rolled out, took one look at your annoyed expression, and rolled back under the vehicle. Colt and Logan seemed to finally get the message and separated themselves to avoid fighting and pissing you off even more. 

The hours came and went until you finally got off the floor and closed your book, stretching your sore muscles. Toby had left to sleep a while ago. Colt had come back after dinner to work on his bike again while Logan was in his room getting ready for bed. Colt’s eye caught your own and he stood to walk over to you, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. He ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to your neck, slowly trailing his lips up to yours. You were breathless, gently squeezing his biceps to feel the tough muscle surrounding you. Your hands drifted down across his stomach until you found one of the belt loops of his jeans. Experimentally, you pulled his hips closer to yours and gasped at how hard he already was through the thick denim. Just as you were getting a delightful rhythm of friction started, he smiled against your lips and pulled away. 

“Handsy. Gotta save some of my tricks for tonight, you know.”

Everyone had returned from their jobs and found refuge in their rooms, including you and Logan. You knew that if you told him that you weren’t going to sleep in his room, Logan was going to have a complete conniption, so you elected to just wait until he fell asleep on his couch before leaving. Did you feel bad sneaking around? Yes, but your sanity and the brief minute of peace was quite worth it. After what seemed like hours, Logan’s breath evened out, his chest gently rising and falling. As quietly as you could, you slipped out of bed, briefly pausing when Logan’s hand moved to fall from his stomach to the side of his makeshift bed. He remained still, so you tip-toed out of the room and softly descended the stairs. 

Colt’s room was just down the hall jutted off from the garage, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach threatening to overtake you. You had never been in his room and your mind ran wild with what you thought it would look like. You pictured angry posters on the walls, dark lighting, and little else. You knew that this wasn’t his evil lair, but Colt was so guarded that it was hard to imagine him with anything in his room that hinted at having a life outside the Crew. You approached his door and put your hand on the knob, hesitating before turning it. You opted not to knock, knowing that criminals are light sleepers. 

The room was dark but through the dim lighting, you could make out the sparsely decorated walls and empty desk. A bed was pushed to one corner and you gently smiled at the large mound buried under black blankets. Closing the door behind you to shut both of you in the room, you walked to the bed and sat on the edge. Colt didn’t budge.

Correction: Most criminals are light sleepers.

Quietly humming, your fingers found themselves wound in his soft hair, massaging his scalp. A sleepy groan erupted from him as he opened his eyes and focused on you above him. He looked peaceful as the two of you sat there, relishing the feeling of touching and being touched. After a few minutes, he reached a hand up to the one tangled in his hair and pulled it to his lips, kissing your fingertips before pulling you down so that you were laying flush against him on the bed. 

“Can I kiss you?” he spoke suddenly, voice raspy but words soft. You breathed out a quick yes for him before his lips found yours. You opened your mouth into the kiss to give him full access. His tongue moved languidly and lazily across yours while his hands drifted lower, cupping your ass and kneading the flesh under the fabric of your shorts. You had tiny pajama shorts on and he loved how little was left to the imagination. His kisses increased in their urgency until they moved down your neck, alternating between playful nipping and running his tongue over the marks he created. You sat up and threw a leg over his hips so that he was trapped between your thighs, a location he never wanted to leave. His eyes lit up at the position as he grabbed your waist and held onto you hard enough to leave bruises. You wore a cropped t-shirt and he reveled in the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips, his hands barely brushing past the waistband of your shorts. He broke away from you and snapped the fabric against your skin, playfully asking you to undress for him. 

“I want to hear you,” you said, milking the fact that you had Colt “Touch Me and Die” Kaneko underneath you. He pulled you down to his face and moved his head to talk into your ear. 

“I want you to ride me until you scream, baby,” he growled before giving you a rough bite on your neck, sure to leave a mark that could barely be covered with makeup in the morning. 

“Hm, what happened to the tired boy I found a few minutes ago?” 

“Well, you took too long. I figured you changed your mind and went to sleep.”

“I didn’t want Logan to hear me.” His eyes darkened and he gave a smug smile. 

“On the contrary, I want everyone to hear you.”

“So you can win the bet?” This time, the question was amid giggles instead of laced with insecurity. 

“I hadn’t thought of it, but now that you mention it…” You had been slowly undressing yourself as you spoke and his eyes raked over your naked body, drinking in the perfect sight of your bare skin that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. He got his wish as you settled back down on his body, feeling a prominent bulge under the sweatpants slung low on his hips. You ground down against him, both of your moans mixing in the air at the feeling. He pulled your hips down to gain even more friction before he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Wanna- fuck -taste you. Please,” he whimpered, his voice wanton. He must have sensed the confusion in your eyes on how to go about that because he gently gripped the bottom of your thighs to lift you up as he shifted his body until his head was directly under your dripping core. His gaze locked on yours and you almost came right there from the look in his eye, so desperate and hungry.  I made him like this, you thought, face flushing from more than the feeling of his hands gripping your ass, pulling you downward until he gave you a tentative lick.

You cried out in bliss, your head thrown back and fingers tangled in the soft black mop of hair on his head. He took that as a sign to continue, so his lips returned to your folds, hyper aware of every movement you made above him. He moaned into you, the vibrations bringing you ever closer to your peak. Your jaw was slack, loud moans erupting from your lips uninterrupted. You figured you should care about the sleep of the other people sleeping in the hall and in the loft, but you were unable to focus on anything besides the pure ecstasy Colt was giving you. He doubled his efforts, both to make you come over his face and say some semblance of a bad word among the mutterings of “please, yes, more, Colt” that were falling from your mouth. His lips closed around your clit and his tongue traced illegible shapes there, finally pushing you over the edge. 

“FUCK, Colt…!” you practically screamed as you rocked your hips against his mouth, thoroughly covering his chin and lips with your juices. When you were close to crossing the fine line into over stimulation, you finally climbed off him and caught your breath. His breathing evened out before you, and he finally looked over at you. 

“You said it,” he said, mouth open in surprise and lips still glistening from his meal. Your mind connected the pieces. 

“You didn’t think I would--” He shook his head, heart bruising his rib cage. “This really wasn’t for the bet?” The thought had always been on the back burner, but you figured that you could at least get a good fucking from it before confronting being used by a boy you had been pining after for weeks. He barked out a short laugh. 

“No! I kind of used that to talk up my game. Like I said, I’ve wanted this for a while,” he breathed out, chest falling in another irregular pattern. “I thought you were with Logan, so I didn’t want to--” 

He was cut off by your lips on his in a sweet and passionate kiss. “Well, you’ve won the bet now, so do you want to continue?” You raised an eyebrow and licked your lips, hoping to get the suggestive point across. His cock twitched in his boxers, precum staining the fabric underneath his sweatpants. Your hands slowly inched towards the waistband, subconsciously drawn to him as his breath hitched. After getting a small nod from Colt, you eagerly pulled his pants and underwear off, taking him into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and tongue to take as much of him into your mouth as possible until he hit the back of your throat, causing his hips to involuntarily thrust into your mouth. The abrupt heat surrounding his member surprised him, prompting him to moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair. 

“Fuck, just like-ooh…. ” His head tipped back but he quickly pulled it forward to watch you work him. You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before moaning around his tip, causing his toes to curl and his brain to lose all function. Gently, he pulled your hair to get you off him to avoid coming before he wanted to. He rose to his feet and turned to you, pulling your body to the edge of the bed. Instinctively, you spread your legs for him and he stood quietly, drinking in the perfect sight of you so ready for him to fuck you. 

“You’re mine, you know that?” he snarled, prompting a moan from you. “Tell me, baby, I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Colt, please let me come on your cock. Please…” you moaned, fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles into the skin. He grabbed your wrists and lifted them above your head, securing them with one hand while using the other to line up his dick with your entrance. With a swift movement, he buried himself inside you. You both adjusted quickly and he was soon pounding into you, gripping tight onto your hips. You knew he was going to leave bruises and just the thought of looking at your body in the morning and seeing them brought you to the brink of bliss.

“Fuck, Colt, I’m gon-” Before you could finish your sentence, he moved a thumb over your clit and rubbed vigorously, trying hard to get you to come.

“Do it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he yelled, and you answered with your own shouts of expletives that were sure to be heard by everyone in the garage. You couldn’t find it in yourself to actually give a fuck as your back arched and wave after wave of pure bliss washed over you. The clenching of your walls around his dick pushed him over with a short of your name as he shuddered above you. Out of breath, you both collapsed onto the bed, overcome with sudden exhaustion at your activity. As you both laid there, you found yourself unable to stop an onslaught of giggles. Colt eventually joined in, slinging an arm over you until his hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together.

“What the fuck are we laughing at?” Colt asked after minutes of trying to catch his breath. 

“Logan’s gonna be so pissed!”

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You had fallen asleep in his arms after you both cleaned up, but waking up and moving around proved to be painful, each muscle aching. You both somehow got enough clothes on to be considered decent, so you made your way down to the break room for a quick breakfast. What you found was a very unhappy welcome from Logan. 

“You’re a slut,” was the first thing out of his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” you said, raising an eyebrow and preparing a swift punch by cranking your arm back. He shook his head and pushed past you to glare at Colt, who wore a smug smile on his face. 

“You.” Logan jabbed a finger into his chest. “A total fucking man-whore!” Colt let out a short laugh that didn’t meet his eyes.

“Oh, well. At least I won the bets and got a girlfriend out of it. More than you can say for all your  conquests.” This braggy Colt was a far cry from the one you knew personally and intimately, but you rolled your eyes and kept away from their fight. Logan just huffed and threw his money on the table before storming out, grumbling about the fairness of the bet. The other members of the Crew, who had all been watching silently but amused, piled their money on top of Logan’s, woot-ing congratulations and jokes. You would have been embarrassed had it been any other group, but your relaxation was short lived as Teppei walked into the breakroom. Your eyes widened as the Crew fell silent to watch his next move or announcement. Ignoring the dozen eyes watching him, he fished out a bill and threw it onto the table with the rest of the bet money. You opened your mouth to ask, but he kept you quiet with a raised hand. 

“I believed Toby would annoy you to death first.”

[kannra21]

I dare you! - even before the anime confirmation - suzue and daisuke headcanons lolol gonna take the risk?

Yea I thought ab something, for instance how they met and all that stuff. It's fairly different. In the novel, she came to the Kambe household as a secretary but from the anime we can conclude that she's so much more than this. In anime she can't be considered father's secretary since his parents both died I guess, although it wasn't mentioned but the creators pointed it out in a way.

Since that's clear, I made a couple of hcs/scenarios featuring their relationship from the begging. Hope you enjoy. ^^

- Kambe and the co needed to investigate the suspect of whom they had recently gathered information on the possession of suspicious substances. They didn't know exactly what it was about but they hoped they wouldn't arrive at the wrong time and encounter the entire mafia, in which case Daisuke decided to take the rest of the police department members as reinforcement in the case of an emergency. Daisuke has never needed any help, he often relied on his advanced technology and fortune, but this time was different and he clearly doubted that he could take on a couple of their men by himself. He's not a fool, he'll assign as many people as needed, just tell him how much and he'll find himself fine agents to cooperate with.

- When they reached the place he entered first, climbed the stairs and came across a room whose doors had a circular glass window. He cautiously peered through it and noticed eight men. Among them was also their suspect who was holding an open suitcase and showing it towards a person who was obviously someone from a higher rank. He held it before him like he was waiting for his approval. He couldn't make out anything else since the lighting was really bad and there were also three SUVs parked at the side of the entrance. Were there more people in the cars? He couldn't tell.

- He took his high-tech glasses to analyze his surroundings. He realized that the suitcase contained some dangerous chemicals involving nitrogen. Nitrogen-based explosives are considered incredibly volatile and Daisuke decided that this was no situation for messing around. But then he saw a girl with them. She emerged from the shadows and stood by the mafia boss's side, she looked somewhat insecure but knew that she was supposed to be there despite the tension building in the room. And then in the midst of their negotiations he heard him say that he'll pay for a bigger amount in exchange for the girl.

- She looked shocked beyond belief. She didn't want to enroll into yet another criminal organization. Just from her reaction Daisuke could conclude that she was nothing like the rest of the people she worked for, perhaps she was just a victim? Taken as a hostage so she could do their dishonorable job? He heard him say that the suspect could create more goods with her help. He admitted that they were running out of material recently so he offered her as the ideal tool. He praised her capability and skillful hands, that she was qualified for production of weapons, especially firearms.

- She objected, expressing her disapproval of the whole idea. She was nobody's minion to let herself be manipulated so casually. She didn't want that. The mafia boss seemed vividly unnerved by her attitude, she was lucky to be so pretty otherwise she'd experience a faith worse than death.

- Before the situation could get out of control Daisuke opened the door and dropped a gas bomb. The thick smoke filled the room and everyone started coughing. With his high-tech equipment Daisuke could still identify everyone and he entered the scene, ran past the group of distracted gang members and tried to save the girl by taking her hand. Since she also couldn't see much, she started to resist and she managed to kick him a couple of times before he took her by force and carried her somewhere safe. When they took a refuge, he called his police colleagues who then entered and started shooting. The mafia members were shooting as well but to no avail so they got into their cars and tried to flee. The police waited outside creating a barrier but with enough speed and force they succeeded in breaking it and escaping their sentence. Daisuke was disappointed, it was supposed to be a clear catch but it seemed like their cars were built of some fine titanium-like material which allowed them to push through it a lot easier. His thoughts got interrupted by the tight clenching of the woman's hands on his jacket, she was still holding onto him from all the fear she just expected.

- He got worried so he took her hands and shifted a little to look at her face. He asked her if she was okay and if she was going through some sort of a panic attack. She told him that she was fine. She still looked somewhat stressed out so he stroked her hair to calm her down. It was considered a normal police approach towards victims and children, it's not like he had compassion towards anyone in particular, he never did. He was a millionaire detective with no sense of empathy. They stood up and he decided to take her to the police station so she could give her report. When they arrived and got seated in the office she introduced herself. Her name was Hamada Suzue and she was working as a weapon constructor for the mafia boss, she knew of mechanics and engineering but also some other kinds of small jobs she used to do in the meantime. She got involved with them by accident and needed to keep up with their wishes for the past six months. She revealed everything they were doing, the plans she overheard them talking about and their lab for creating all sorts of things.

- After the interrogation she proved herself to be quite useful and gave them a large amount of information. Daisuke then went to drive her home but she said the mafia knew where she lived. It was unfortunate because everyone had already gone to their homes by now so they couldn’t organize a night watch. It would be too dangerous to leave her alone by herself anyways. Daisuke suggested she take her things from home and move in with him for a while until they finally caught the criminals. She began to refuse but he assured her that it was the right thing to do.

- Eventually she agreed and did as she was told. When they reached Daisuke’s mansion Suzue couldn’t believe her own eyes, she practically stared at the unique sight in front of her. When they went inside, she looked around and found herself fascinated by the whole place. She asked him where he got all this from and he replied that he was a millionaire detective. She told him that it was wonderful, that he must be so lucky. But then he looked a bit down and replied that it wasn't really like that, Suzue then looked somewhat sad and apologized. Daisuke ordered the servants to prepare dinner for them and during that time he showed her where her room would be.

- The servants, despite knowing that Daisuke's business was none of their concern, were still curious enough to ask him who was the girl that he brought with himself. He replied that it was a victim who needed a temporary accommodation until they imprisoned the criminals. Telling them that, he left and headed for the dining room. The servants gave each other knowing looks, they knew perfectly well where this was going. Daisuke could have called a hotel room for her but still decided to keep her here at his place. When she moved all her things to the closets, she joined him in the dining room and they ate.

- The atmosphere was nice and cozy. The ambiance so beautiful and luxurious and the food delicious. It was some type of unusual food since Suzue ate it for the very first time. As they ate, they talked a little about themselves and got to know each other. Suzue's discussions mostly revolved around work and so did Daisuke's. Despite working for the bad guys in the past couple of months, Suzue realized she didn't resent her work, in fact, it motivated her even more to promote her knowledge and skills. She had earned her bachelor's degree for a reason and she wanted to achieve herself as a person, to gain respect and approval. The only misfortune that struck her was that she entered into business with bad people, and now she claimed that she has learned from her mistakes. Suzue took the opportunity to thank Daisuke for the rescue and accommodation.

- Although she didn't come from an aristocratic family, Suzue had fine manners and a cheerful spirit, something Daisuke admired about her. She was so talented, so smart, so capable. She's doing things he couldn't even imagine himself doing without HEUSC, she was a real sight to behold.

- Daisuke talked about his detective work and motivation behind it, his past and the loss of his parents. Suzue felt bad but he told her it was fine, that it was something he needed to get used to. She asked him if he lived with someone to which he replied that he was alone. Suzue admitted that her childhood also wasn't all that great and that she lost confidence in pursuing relationships because of being surrounded by thugs, Daisuke on the other hand, felt proud that she felt comfortable with him and his place. They needed to grow up into responsible adults by themselves, they fought so hard to become people they were today. She concluded that they were lucky for how far they have come and wished Daisuke all the best, she said that past doesn't define a person and that each struggle is a steeping block to reach one's true potential.

- And then she got up from her seat and came to Daisuke's side. She placed a hand on his cheek, thanked him for the dinner and apologized for hitting him at the mafia hideout. Daisuke smiled a little and told her it was nothing. Then she left the dining room, leaving Daisuke alone with his thoughts. She was so respectful and kind through the dinner but something changed, the sudden confidence and flirtiness wasn't necessary, Daisuke concluded. It's like she was honest through the whole conversation that all of a sudden she remembered something that made her change her attitude, that sudden change of personality worried him. She's still hiding something. He chose not to make a fuss over it but still decided to keep his eyes and ears open in case something happens.

- He left the room and found a couple of servants spying on them. They panicked and apologized for their inappropriate act. They admitted that they just wanted to be supportive of their boss and the pretty lady. He said that their shift was over and that they were allowed to leave their work. As he watched them disappear into the dark hallway Daisuke felt embarrassed, did they really just look that close and comfortable with each other? No, it must be their imagination.

- He was climbing the stairs and just as he was about to enter his room Suzue stopped him and looked a little discouraged. He wondered if there was something wrong and she asked him if she could spend the night with him. She explained that the trauma of being surrounded by the hooligans took a tool on her and that she couldn't fall asleep. Daisuke felt uneasy, before fifteen minutes ago she was flirting and playing confident but now she's traumatized and frightened by her dreams. Either she developed some sort of PTSD, bipolar or she's trying to manipulate him into something which lowkey frightened him. His detective senses screamed at him that something was fishy about the situation but he decided to let her into his room, maybe she was just afraid.

- As he put his things away and went to take off his jacket, he felt something thin and cold pressed against his neck. A knife, wonderful. He should have listened to his instincts. He told all his servants to leave their work, it meant no one could help him anymore. Suzue told him to hand her the gun, he did so and she threw it on the floor far away from their reach. Now she didn't have to worry about him hurting her, so she ordered him to reveal important information they had gathered during the investigation. Daisuke asked her why she was doing this and she replied that she must have a plan B in case the mafia finds her anyway. If she proves herself to be useful and gives them away all that information maybe they'll spare her the torture and take her back in. Daisuke felt sad, realizing that she still didn't feel safe with him, that she didn't trust his words. It seemed like she was betrayed by the authorities before, that it wasn't the first time. Daisuke wanted to fix that, he just wanted to gain her trust again, this time for real.

- He laid his hand on hers, not to take away her knife but to calm her down. This time it wasn't a classic police procedure towards victims, he did this because he genuinely cared about her and he wanted her to know that. He told her about how much he had been in the police force, about his high-tech equipment, alarm system and other surveillance components, the basement where he kept all his weapons and aids in the case of emergency. He told her that he even does boxing and admitted that he could've disarmed her at any given moment but still decided not to do it because he didn’t want to hurt her. Suzue lowered the knife and let it fall out of her hand. She was so shaken, insecure, desperate. She said that all she really wanted was to finally trust someone and feel safe without having to make up for it.

- Daisuke slowly approached and hugged her, she hugged him back and cried. This was the first time Suzue could actually rely on someone and she was very grateful. He said that her past was being too hard on her but he also reminded her of her own words, that past doesn't define a person. He let her stay in his room that night.

- The next day he woke up to see a tray with food placed by his side and Suzue greeting him. A breakfast in bed? She told him she did it just for him after what happened the last night as an apology for being a nuisance. Daisuke was preparing himself to properly mock his servants for making their guest doing all the work but she stopped him by saying that it was entirely her idea and that they had nothing to do with it. Daisuke thanked her and asked how he should repay her to which she replied that she didn't want that, that she didn't want him to make up for anything. This reminded him of her words from the last night, that all she wanted was to feel safe without having to make up for it, she wanted him to feel the same way. So it was supposed to be a mutual understanding? When Suzue realized that, in all her determination to make things better between them, she didn't notice that she was ordering him around and acting very impolite to which she panicked and started apologizing.

- Daisuke smiled and he actually found it quite sympathetic. Listening to a stranger in his own home was oddly satisfying. It felt so normal and domestic, it reminded him of the days when his family was still together. No, he shouldn't feel so nostalgic just from a nice gesture from a stranger. A certain stranger who decided to step a foot into his world. Daisuke felt a warm feeling overflowing him, is she really supposed to be just some random stranger? They talked only yesterday and yet it felt as he knew her very well from the conversation they had.

- He thanked her for the meal, returned to his bed and tried it out. This was the very first time he tasted someone else's cuisine that wasn't from servants or specialized chefs. It was exiting in a way; she didn’t know his taste and everything she made was based entirely on her own preferences. He took a bite and couldn't believe how good it was. The flavors were nicely balanced and the texture was good, nothing too bland nor spicy. He complimented her cooking and she looked happy and proud of herself.

- After breakfast he needed to go back to detective work. He was still kind of worried that Suzue will feel uneasy being by herself so he showed her the basement with weapons and video surveillance so she could see what's happening in the house at any moment.

- Needles to say, when he came back he realized that she turned the basement into a workshop and he found her working on a weapon he has never been in a possession of. She greeted him and said that she noticed he didn't have enough firearm despite calling it the weapon's room so she took matters into her own hands and constructed something by herself. Daisuke, instead of warning her about messing around with his belongings without permission or criticizing his lack of equipment, decided to take a look at what she had made for him. She made a sniper rifle, he examined it and noticed it was correctly handled in every way. He decided to try it out on a dummy and it also worked perfectly. Daisuke smirked, showing her his satisfaction. He allowed her to do things like this more often.

- Daisuke has been away from home often lately and Suzue was not allowed out for her own safety. It was pretty boring for Suzue and even if she was allowed, she could only do so with Daisuke's escort. When he returned home she asked him if she could take part in his missions which he refused, saying that he didn't want to expose her to unnecessary danger. It's true, he took her to dinners and everywhere outside to spare her the boredom but she asked this time because she wanted to be useful. Daisuke finally decided to give in and let her do as she pleased. Arguing with her wouldn't do him any good and outraging her might even lead to an worse outcome, because she would probably come out on her own and get into trouble which would then result into him being guilty since police officers are the ones who're supposed to take care of their victims' safety. He couldn't really do anything about it, she was so determined and passionate about her goals that he had no other choice but to play along. Daisuke noticed that she was the first person to ever control him that way, he never let himself be manipulated by anyone. He was the millionaire detective, no one was supposed to get into his way of things and yet, this woman had the audacity to interfere and shape things the way she wanted. This was the first time Daisuke realized that he felt something more for the person he shared his mansion with.

- Suzue tried herself in the role of a spy and seductress so thanks to her help, they managed to uncover several other dealers and smugglers. She wasn't afraid this time because she knew that she was being put under constant watch and Daisuke decided to borrow her his high-tech equipment because he was this worried. Daisuke never shared his equipment with anyone, at this point it was obvious that he started acting so unlike himself, that he actually cared for her well-being.

- As they lived longer and longer with each other Daisuke discovered something new about her every day, all positive things. He adored her driving skills and when she told him that she was also in the possession of a pilot license, he felt so proud. He supported her in everything she was doing and she couldn't be happier to return his kindness with whatever he asked her to construct.

- The day has finally come when they managed to capture the mafia Suzue was working for. Now she was a free woman, she could go home and continue living her own life. The thing is, she couldn't. She was so happy living with Daisuke and she could finally use her talents for good, for helping the police and other innocent people like herself. It's like she finally found a place she could belong, Daisuke felt like home to her. When she waited for his answer she wasn't expecting him to kiss her. He was holding back all this time and hid behind his aristocratic politeness that he managed to deceive her, making her believe that he was just kind and supportive of her without any ulterior motives. She laughed with tears in her eyes, she was so happy and they returned home, holding each other's hand.

- They got married and in the two years since living with him, Suzue has adapted to a rich lifestyle and mastered all manners while Daisuke showered her in luxuries.

- He couldn't judge her at this point, because he knew that everyone would do that in her place, so he asked her if she had decided to marry him because of his wealth that he owned. To his surprise, she said no. She admitted that she was never the type of woman to be influenced by money so easily. She stayed with him because of him, and that was the only thing that mattered.

[ejzah]

A/N: I started writing this several months ago and then it got lost amongst all the other notes on my iPad. Drifts into M territory.

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Meet Me in the Burn Room

Kensi is sitting at their kitchen table, contentedly sipping at her coffee as she checks her phone. She’d woken up a little before he alarm and decided to enjoy the extra time to herself. A few minutes later she hears the tell-tale sounds of Deeks moving around upstairs.

“God, that coffee smells awesome,” he says, sniffing the air as he comes into the kitchen. Kensi rolls her eyes at his hyperbolic tone as she’s about to make a sarcastic response when she gets a good look at her husband.

Her mouth instantly goes dry. He’s wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and nothing else. It’s hardly a new look, since Deeks spends a good portion of his time at home in as little clothing as possible, but something is different today.

Maybe it’s the way the fabric clings to his his butt; she’s always loved that particular part of his body, something which she frequently denied. Maybe it was the sight of his bare biceps and abs, which seem even more prominent than usual today. Or maybe it’s simply the natural result of not having sex for almost a week.

Silently, she watches Deeks move around the kitchen, phone and coffee long forgotten. He reaches up to get a mug and Kensi’s gifted with another excellent view of his butt. She could reach out now and grab a handful if she wanted.

Kensi squeezes her thighs together at the thought, a pool of warmth filling her belly.

“You ok?” Deeks asks suddenly, looking over his shoulder with one brow raised. “Because you look kind of strained and weird. Plus, you’re staring at me.” Kensi scoffs immediately and protests.

“I am not staring.” Deeks narrows his eyes at her, staring back for several long moments as though he knows exactly what she’s thinking.

“Ok,” he says, suddenly relenting. “I’m gonna shower.” With a final gulp of his coffee, he leaves the room, his butt in prominent view.. Damn, today is going to be rough.

Kensi silently fumes during the drive to work. Deeks is dressed in a dark blue button down he hasn’t worn in years and black dress pants. To top it all off, he’s combed his hair. He rarely ever dresses up this much anymore and she doesn’t know why he’s decided to today of all times.

If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was doing it on purpose. He knows this looks turns her on. Yet he seems completely oblivious to her dilemma, idly chatting about a previous case as he drives.

Damn it, it’s not fair. Particularly since she’s not going to be able to do anything about it all day.

If the rest of the team finds anything strange about Deeks’ attire, they don’t mention it. Hetty actually looks pleased and gives him one of her cheeky smirks.

By mid-morning, Kensi is ready to either strangle Deeks or jump him. There’s a flirtatious, almost sensual air to everything he does, from the way he touches her to the absolutely indecent way he licks his lips while they talk. Any doubt she had about it being mere coincidence had evaporated the second he’d popped the top button of his shirt and eased the collar open while she sat across from him.

When he sits on the edge of her desk and trails his fingers down her arm, she finally snaps.

“Will you cut it out?” she hisses. They’re alone in the bullpen but that could change any second. Looking the picture of innocence, even as he starts rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearm, Deeks says,

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kensi makes a strangled noise. Her arm is tingling. Hell, the majority of her body is tingling and she’s about two seconds away from jumping him right there on her desk. She feels her nipples pebble against her bra at the thought and she shifts uncomfortably.

“Oh please! You know exactly what you’re doing with the shirt, and the flirty looks, and-and the hair,” she shoots back, giving him a disgusted look. Deeks has the audacity to grin broadly, shaking his hair back from his eyes as he drawls,

“So what you’re saying is, I’m turning you on?” His voice is pitched lower than normal and goes straight to her core.

“I hate you,” Kensi says vehemently which only makes Deeks grin a little more broadly.

“Oh really? Is that why were checking out my butt this morning? I mean I get it, it’s still a pretty great butt and those underwear you bought me are pretty awesome. Makes everything look tight and-“ Kensi grabs his right just as he starts to make some, undoubtedly lewd, gesture to represent the underwear’s effect.

“Shut up and come with me,” she orders, tugging Deeks off her desk and down the hall. He doesn’t protest, even when she yanks him into the burn room. His eyes do widen with a hint of surprise as she shoves him against a filing cabinet.

Satisfied that at last she’s caught him off guard, she grasps the back of his head sealing her lips over his mouth. Kensi pours a week’s worth of frustration into the kiss, knowing she’s being a little more rough than usual, but thinking that he deserves it. Deeks large hands clasp over her butt, squeezing firmly as he growls low in his throat.

He pulls back from Kensi and chuckles even as he gasps for breath.

“Wow, I really thought you’d be able to hold out a lot longer than this.” Kensi glares at him and points out,

“It’s been a week.” For emphasis, she rolls her hips lightly against Deeks’. The distinct bulge of his erection presses into her and she raises an eyebrow.

“True. And unfortunately it’s probably going to be even longer,” he says, letting his fall back with a soft bang.

“Oh no, not a chance,” Kensi says, smiling even though she is thoroughly unamused. “I have been on edge all morning.”

“We’re at work.”

“You don’t get to pull the ‘no sex at work’ card on me. You started this.”

“Kens...” Deeks starts, clearly conflicted but just as aroused as she is. Before he can say anything else, she rocks up on her toes and kisses him again, firmly thrusting against his erection.

He hisses out an unintelligible expletive and then says,

“Screw it!” His hands grasp both of her elbows, lifting her up as she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, and spins them around. Kensi’s back hits metal with a surprisingly loud clang that should worry her but it doesn’t.

She starts yanking at the buttons of his shirt, doing her best to not destroy it, even as she becomes more frantic. Deeks manages to get her shirt off with relative ease, his hand following a path up her waist to cup one of her breasts.

Even through the layer of cloth, she can feel a hint of warmth from Deeks’ hand.

“You are a naughty, naughty girl, Agent Blye,” he gasps.

“I guess you’ll just-ah-have go arrest me when we’re done.”

“God, I love it when you get kinky.” He unhooks her bra and has just bent his head to her nipple when both their phones go off.

“Crap,” Kensi hisses reaching into Deeks’ back pocket. “It’s Eric.”

“Tell him he’ll have to wait his turn,” Deeks responds, nuzzling her boob. Kensi enjoys the sensation for a moment and then sighs, gently nudging his head up.

“Do you really want them to come looking for us?” she asks and for a second Deeks looks mutinous. His phone buzzes again and Kensi glances at it. “Eric says if we’re not there in five minutes, Hetty’s sending Sam after us.

With a sigh, Deeks steps back and gently lowers her to the floor. They hastily pull their clothes back on and check each other’s hair. Deeks’ definitely is worse for wear.

Right before they leave the room, Deeks grasps the back of her head and pulls her in for a hasty, but enthusiastic kiss.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your indiscretions, Agent,” he growls.

“Looking forward to it, Detective,” Kensi answers, smacking his butt as she saunters out of the room.

[bearholdingashark]

Top Ten Favorite Fics I’ve Written

Inspired by a post/conversation with @imagineagreatadventure. :) 

Here are my top ten favorite fics that I’ve written. I’ve written 139 fics on ao3 so this was kind of difficult, but fun. :) And this is in order from oldest to newest. And unsurprisingly, most of these are Forever, because that’s the fandom I’ve written the most for. 

Under a cut because this got kind of long.

1. You Only Live Once (Forever)

Henry learns that Adam isn't the only one who shares his curse, and that not every immortal has the same disdain for modern pop culture.

This was my first Forever fic and it revolves around an OC immortal character. I don’t usually have OCs in my fics, so this was fun to play with. I love the OC’s dynamic with Henry and it was great to write. :)

2. Mingling Souls (Forever)

Henry goes traveling following Abe's death. But instead of simply running, he writes to Jo while he's gone.

If I’m remembering correctly, this is my first fic that I ever used a beta for, and it shows. It was a great experience writing it, but I’m also just really proud of how it turned out. With the exception of some exchange fics, I write what I want to read, and this is definitely an example of that. 

3. Cock and Bull (Forever)

Alcohol can make certain things clearer and some secrets easier to tell. Now if only the person listening actually believed it.

(Leaving in the middle to go do karaoke probably didn't help.)

I love this fic, it was so much fun to write. I’ve always wanted to write one with this format (a fic written in texts and social media posts), and while I would love to do one that’s a little longer, I’m really happy with the result. Also drunk Henry singing karaoke is just the best image. :)

4. I Will Not Let Thee Go (Forever)

As the knight in charge of her protection, Sir Henry has known Princess Abigail her entire life. Now she is trying to help him see that there could be something more to their relationship, and despite his true feelings, he can never give in.

Medieval AU

This will be the answer for a lot of these, but this was so much fun to write. It’s a totally sappy, ridiculous romance set in vaguely Medieval times and I just love it so much. It’s also based slightly on a relationship in one of my favorite fantasy series, The Elenium by David Eddings. 

5. For Those Who Love (Forever/Agent Carter crossover)

Peggy Carter meets Henry Morgan in 1938 when the SSR tries to create an army of immortal soldiers. An attempt to rid him of his curse goes awry, changing both of their lives.

I want to revisit this ‘verse at some point, there’s so much potential, especially with the friendship between Abigail and Peggy. I loved writing these characters together, and there’s so much more I want to explore, I just haven’t gotten around to it. 

6. Faithful Unto Death (Forever collab with @truthisademurelady)

Henry Morgan, New York emergency room doctor and father to his elderly son Abe, whom he raised from infancy as a single father, finds life changing when he meets Abigail. They have a whirlwind romance and are married, but it’s all cut short when she’s murdered and Henry is falsely convicted of the crime. Henry escapes before he’s imprisoned, and now a hunted fugitive, he sets out on a crusade to find out who killed Abigail. However, he has to contend with one Detective Martinez, who is on the case to bring him back to justice. A Forever/The Fugitive fusion AU.

This was written in collaboration and that collaboration is in part why this will always be one of my favorite fics. I’m super proud of it and what we were able to accomplish. It’s super plotty, which is not my forte, and it took several months to complete, but we did it, and I will always look back on this experience with fondness. 

7. Secrets and Lies (Miraculous Ladybug)

When a compromising photo of Ladybug and Adrien is released, they must put on a united front and figure out which truths are more important to protect--their identities or their reputations.

My favorite version of Adrien and Marinette’s relationship is aged up post love square, and writing them having to deal with this problem together as a team is why this is on the list. It also doesn’t hurt that it’s based on one of my favorite Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman episodes: 4x13 Sex, Lies, and Videotape

8. If You’re Not the One (Miraculous Ladybug)

Marinette/Chat Noir marriage of convenience

I am totally cheating with this entry, as it is a series, but I couldn’t pick just one fic out of the series, and really, it should have been one long fic, if long fic was a thing I was more capable of. :) Each of these fics followed quickly after the other and I wrote the main bulk of the series in just a couple of months, which I wasn’t expecting. I love this ‘verse and would love to revisit it again someday. 

9. All You Have to Do is Stay (Scarlet Pimpernel)

Percy is stuck at home after an injury.

I love writing Percy and Marguerite’s dynamic and this is just them being flirty and bantering and Percy being a little shit, so of course it made the list. :)

10. May Love Be Your Keeper (The Sound of Music)

There is a new addition to the Von Trapp Family.

I’m really happy with how this one turned out. It’s super fluffy baby fic and while I haven’t written a ton for The Sound of Music fandom, the family dynamic was super fun to write. 

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

Dating Briar Rose | Dating Ruth

Anon asked:  Yay! It's so good to find a DP fan! So i was wondering if you had any headcanons for either dating Briar Rose Or Ruth please? Your pick. :)

I’m doing both because both are ma LADIES!!!

Anon let me kiss you.

@shadowroxz13 my fellow dp fan,this is a shout out for you~<3

A/N: As the player character is the detective, imagine ur in the detective’s shoes lol.

Dating Briar Rose:

As you and Rose have quite a history together, it’s obvious that you two are close.

Briar Rose never really...had much...uh...romance in her life, with her unture love and such. So she’s probably hella oblivious to the fact she’s in love with someone.

But when she saved you from the Mist Wolves in France, she became closer to you because it’s been so long since you’d last seen one another.

And as you spend more time together, Rose begins to feel...love???

So originally she goes to Ruth and Jessica for advice and Jessica is #1 wingwoman, helps Rose with everything she cold ever need.

Rose jokingly has called you her ‘knight in shining armor’ ever since you saved her too. She never figured out why it causes you to be flustered.

That’s because you’re gay for Rose. Duh. I mean...who wouldn’t be???

There is also a part of Rose that is like....worried about falling for you. She is immortal afterall. After what happened to Ivy and (hooker) James, she fears she very well may out live you.

But after some prodding from JEssica and Ruth, she’s like ‘fuck it’ and shyly asks you out with a bouquet of roses~!

KIsses are always sweet and soft, and leaves Rose a blushing mess right after.

I headcanon that Rose actually likes knitting so she makes scarves and mittens for ya.

Now that she;s...not in a coma, she loves exploring so she’ll probably tag along with you on your adventures!

She worries for you alot, as everyone she has ever known in her life is well....dead. So she is scared of losing you. IN a way, she’s overprotective of you to a fault.

But of course you can take care of yourself. So you two tend to talk about this often, and you always promise to come back safely.

You may not believe it, but Rose is fucking ready to fight whenever you need her.

“Hey babe, I need help. I’m kinda....uh....fighting some evil dolls.”

“....Where are you? I’ll kill them.”

C U D D L E S

Rose actually doesn’t sleep a lot because of how much sleep she has gotten gotten,. So she’s a wee bit of an insomniac. So while you sleep, she watches over you, and even sings you lullabies to help you sleep. BUt when she does sleep, she tends to fall asleep after you; stroking your hair to whispering sweet nothings.

Sometimes when she doesn;t sleep, she’ll go about doing chores.

And its no surprise that she wakes up earlier than you, I would describe Rose as sleeping in intervals? So she often makes you breakfast and gives you a good moning kiss.

Also she has a mist wolf pupper, it’s your pupper now. No take backs.

Jessica gives you some....uh.....’warnings’.

“If you even so much as hurt Rose, I’ll gut you and feed you to our wolves.”

“I mean she could probably whoop my ass before you could even get to me but I’ll take good care of her.”

It’s a very sweet relationship tbh.

Dating Ruth

Ruth has no impulse control, be warned.

Will fight a bitch without any warning.

Which leads you to hold her back like 99.9% of the time.

Ruth actually never thought about romance because of how busy she is as the Elder Sister, but that’s when you pop in to remind her that she needs time to chill.

Which uh...involves massaging her shoulders and dragging her away from her desk with the promise of free cuddles.

Maybe sex. Idk.

Ruth also wouldn’t hesitate to whoop a bitch but if you wanna whoop a bitch, she’ll support you 10000%

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE!!!”

Basically the living embodiment of this meme.

She’s also hella fucking flirty and even during missions she’ll be giving you pick up lines

Speaking of, she says em a lot,

“Hey hey, do you know what else is fun making?”

“?????”

“Out.”

“ASDFGHJKL”

You wonder where the hell she’s getting them from because you’re sure she has like 700 of them in her pockets.

Although you’re probably side-eyeing Jessica who maaaay have influenced Ruth.

Ruth would love it if you spar with her, which can lead to......risque thingssss

Bitch has muscles you can tell me otherwise.

Will flex and it makes you fucking faint.

Has abs too.

You tend to trace them whenever you cuddle together.

S H A D O W!!!!

Shadow loves you. He’s a good pupper. Good boi. Will cuddle with you.

Mildly peeved at Ruth for hogging all of your damn attention at times.

Cuddle puddle on the bed. It’s fucking great!!!

Except when Shadow is like....crushing your ribs. Wolves are pretty heavy ya know.

Ruth can carry you bridal stye or fireman style. She ain’t afraid to fucking do it. 

Does it all of the time tbh.

She has her duty as the Elder...Head Sister so she is staying back in France. She would love to come with you and all but she wishes you luck with whatever you’re doing.

“You had better come back to me, okay? If you don’t, I’ll find your soul myself and bring you back.”

She fucking would too.

You two send letters back and forth whenver you cant be together.

BUt whenever a mission involves both of you, Ruth is overjoyed!

Ruth is unpredictable as well, so dating her with full of surprises!

[unyeilding1-blog]

Represent: Chapter 1

Evie always knew she was different. She grew up in a rich home but didn’t enjoy all the things most of her siblings did. Roland and Hesbeth liked to go to the hottest spots to be seen, they enjoyed shopping and flaunting their money. She had money and knew that it was a good thing. She saw others struggle and never took what she had for granted. She loved her family, she really did, but except for Max, they never understood her. She wanted to help to heal.

She wanted to be a doctor but, came from a family of Lawyers. Her brother, Max, wanted to be a cop and really, truly didn’t care about what his family thought of him. He knew Evie would love him regardless of his life choices and that was enough for him. Evie wished she was more like Max. But she succumbed and went to law school as the youngest of the Trevelyan family. She was in grad school the year that Max became the detective that he always wanted to be. He was good at it, really, really, good at it. He grew in the ranks quickly and was the go-to person for the top-level cases.

Evie was so proud of him. When she graduated from law school he was there with some of his friends to support her. The rest of her family was there too, but it was really to represent the Trevelyan Law firm rather than to support her. They were to have a family luncheon the next day, they had reserved the swankiest restaurant in town and all the elite of Ostwick would be there. But for now, now she was celebrating with a few of her real friends (the ones that weren't trust fund babies that she grew up with) as well as Max and his.

That’s when she first met him.

His name was Lawrence Hissrad. An awful name for a guy like him. He was big and tall and charming. His nickname was Bull and it suited him. He was tall, but that wasn’t the way to describe him. Bull was huge. He was easily 6’8” if not taller, and his shoulders were twice as wide as she was. And then there were his arms. They were tatted and sexy as hell. Evie loved big arms. His biceps are probably as big as her thighs.

Okay well, maybe the part just above her knee. She had pretty . . . powerful . . . yeah, that’s what they were. Evie had powerful thighs. She was never willowy like her mother or sister, and she didn’t care. Okay, well she was starting not to care. She was an awesome person, and her less than perfect body belonged to that awesome person. Except maybe her thighs are too powerful. But Bull looked like the kind of guy who would appreciate a little more. He was wearing a tight blue T-Shirt that did nothing to hide his pecs and the slight definition of his abs. His milk chocolate skin was flawless, and his eyes were as clear as dark honey. He had an easy smile that tugged on the large scar that ran across his left eye and split his brow. Evie knew there was a story there, but she wouldn’t be the cliché that asked the question. Between that and his left earing, it just intensified Bulls rugged good looks. Yes, there is no way she could ever think of him as Lawrence.

“So, looks like you got out without being a total asshole.” He said to her randomly at the bar they were hanging out at. “Do you know what you want to do now?”

Evie knew what she wanted to do, she just knew there was no way her family would allow it.  

“I’ll end up at my family firm and make millions just like the rest of them.” She told him. “Won’t I be impressive.” She added, mocking herself easily.

He looked at her closely for a while, she squirmed on the inside being scrutinized so overtly.

“Nah . . .” Bull finally said, “I asked what you wanted to do.”

Evie just looked at him, squinting with one eyebrow raised. She didn’t know what to say so she defaulted to the humor that she and Max were the only ones to develop in her uptight family.

“Well, I want to open a bar with cheap ale, expensive whiskey, and sexy men to work it. Do you need a job?” She eyed Bull up and down to ensure that he didn’t mistake her meaning. Bull had really caught her off guard. How could he possibly know? She met him like what, 30 minutes ago?

“Hah,” Bull chuckled a deep rumble starting from his belly. It poured over her like thick cream on fresh peaches. Almost made her shiver. “No seriously though? I really want to know.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to work in the most prestigious law firm in the Free Marches? You met me like half an hour ago.” Evie reminded him.

“Maybe, but I know your brother, and he knows you, and he told me a lot about you.” He brought his beer up to his lips to take a long drawn out pull of it. She watched his throat swallow; his neck was large and watching it stretch out like that made her think of other reasons for him to throw his head back. She felt her lips part slightly with want but hid her face before he started talking again. “According to him, you aren’t anything like the rest of the Trevelyan Law Firm, and that’s a compliment coming from him. I know you originally wanted to be a doctor, but they wouldn’t have it. I also know that him becoming a cop ostracized him to everyone else in the family and that’s why we’re having this little get together tonight because he isn’t invited to the big shindig tomorrow.”

“Okay, . . .” Evie said, not knowing what else to say. It really took her a moment to digest what he was saying. Not just that he was saying it but that her brother talked about her that much. “You and Max must be pretty close, yeah?” She asked him.

“Actually, I am a Private Eye in Skyhold, we collaborated a few times, that’s how I got to know him. We just clicked, he’s a funny fucker and we were social so when I was up here visiting people, I asked what he was doing, and he invited me along.” As Bull was talking Evie grew disappointed. She wanted him to be around more she realized.

“Oh.” Was all she said. “So, you aren’t from around here?”

“Nah,” He said, taking another long swig of his beer, “Disappointed?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Evie never felt like she should hide the truth away, so she answered honestly if perhaps a little breathy. “Yes. I was hoping to get to know you better.” She looked up at him then with a flirty look in her eye, “Too bad though.” She told him quite saucily while flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. She thought for a moment that it was easier to be flirty and funny when there was no future involved. As Evie looked at Bull, she was sure she spied a moment of interest before it was covered up with a neutral grin.

“Well, there’s a thought.” Not one to be daunted he asked her again. “So, what do you want to do?” He asked her pointedly staring her in the eye. Bull really wasn’t going to let this go was he, Evie thought.

“I want to open a pro-bono firm. You know represent the little guy. The ones who have a cause but can’t afford decent representation.” Now that she said it out loud for the first time, she couldn’t stop. “I want to represent the rape victims, the downtrodden, and the ones taken advantage of. I have the money to open and support a firm for at least ten years. I will have to take some paying cases to ensure that I can keep great quality Lawyers. I need the ones who haven’t lost their ideals yet but are still ruthless.” She paused in her tirade and slowly looked up at Bull to gauge his reaction. “I’ve never told anyone that before. It felt good.”

“That is good. I’m glad you told someone. It helps make it more real, don’t you think?” He asked her.

“Yeah, but I could never do it.”

“Why not?”

“My family would stonewall me. They have too many connections here and no one would want to fight such a powerful family.”

“Hmm, I’m sure you’ll work it out. Just focus on that passion and don’t let it go.” Bull drank the last of his beer and got up to get another. He paused, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Whisky and ginger, please.” Evie watched him saunter off, for it was a saunter. He held himself so confidently for someone of his bulk. She had seen large men before. Her father’s security walked with confidence, sure, but they were stiff and always tried to be intimidating. Even to her. Though she was never intimidated. She was so busy watching Bull that she failed to notice when Max sat down.

“So,” He said startling her out of her reverie, “you met Bull?” He was wagging her eyebrows at her like he knew her thoughts. Though he probably did. There was a reason he was so good at his job. Max had an easy manner that made people drop their guard around him, purposely or not. His smile was a little crooked with one dimple on his right cheek. His eyes were an intense bright leaf green. They were striking, and Evie knew that between the eyes and his smile that women had been trying to get their claws into his trust fund for years. Though the women had zero chance, Max knew that he was gay from the time he was 10. Never made a big deal out of it. Evie felt like she always knew, when she was old enough to understand something like sexuality, never thought it was weird, never knew the hell Max had to go through.  Max couldn’t have been happier to be cut off from the family fortune and making it on his own. Now men and women alike wanted him for his good looks, charm, wit, and sexy body, instead of his bank account.

“Yeah, it’s too bad he’s not from around here and I probably won’t see him again.” She looked back at him in line at the bar staring at his very carnal body. Not wistfully, she only just met him after all, but with definite interest and a tiny bit of a pout.

“Well . . . I kind of wanted to talk to you about that.” Max said clearing his throat. He was slightly uncomfortable which was unusual considering we told each other everything. She immediately thought she was lusting after Max’s territory or something.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you and he. ..?” Evie started before being shut down by Max’s amazing laugh.

“Andrastes tits, you think me and Bull . . .” He broke off into more laughter and Evie notices Bull's eyes shoot toward her at the table grinning. There is no way he could know what they were talking about, right?

“Okaaay,” Evie drawled out, looking back to Max as he wiped a tear from his eye. “I was just asking, Maker.”

“We work together, there is no way. Besides,” Max took a drink of his Whiskey neat, “He isn’t my type. I like them pretty, you know that.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. I was just wondering why you were so uneasy.” Evie always knew how to get a conversation back on track. It was one of the things that made her such a good lawyer. Max’s mood immediately shifted from jovial to somber.

“Well, I was going to tell you that you probably would see him again.” Evie looked up at Max as he spoke, desperately wanting to ask him more, but knowing that sometimes silence was the best way to keep someone talking. He took his time, had quite the large swallow of his whiskey, and Evie could see nervousness radiating from him. She folded.

“Hey,” she said softly grabbing Max’s hand. “You know you can tell me anything right?” Max only nodded so she continued, “I love you and there is nothing in this Maker forsaken world that could possibly change that.”

“I know,” Max sighed, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Hah!” Evie burst out laughing, then turned to look at Max her face changing from cheerful to one of sincerity, “You are the bravest person I know. I admire you so much. I hardly doubt you could tell me anything that would disappoint me unless you gave in to Mother and Fathers demands.” Evie paused for a moment there, looking into Max’s eyes hoping desperately that wasn’t what he was going to tell her. She waited.

“Well, Bull works a lot with different police all the time and he knows the Chief in Skyhold really well.” He looked at her then and whatever he saw on her face was enough to keep him going. “Well, I guess Rutherford has heard a lot about my work here and told Bull that he thought my talent was wasted up here. He asked him to see if I was amenable to a transfer. That he would like to meet with me to see if I would be a good fit for his team.”

Evie’s heart dropped into her stomach just then, but she didn’t show it. She was really good at hiding her emotions. She could hide them from her parents, she could hide them from her classmates, hell, she could even hide them from clients and judges alike. But Max knew her too well, she couldn’t hide them from him, as much as she tried.

“Hey, nothing is official yet, Princess.” Max reached to take her hand and Evie almost let her face give in, but it was neither the time or the place. So, she schooled her face and told Max the truth.

“That would be such a great opportunity for you. I am so proud of you Maxwell Trevelyan. I will miss you, but . . .” Max cut her off.

“Wait, I was thinking that you could come with me to check it out.” Evie looked at him blankly then. “So, I know you don’t want to work with the family, no matter what you tell everyone else, so maybe take this break, come with me and perhaps there will be something there you might want to do. You could escape the Trevelyan name for a while and if nothing clicks for you, you can come back. A few weeks would hardly affect anything here for you, after all.”

Evie had so many emotions running through her head. Hope, fear, excitement, nervousness, joy, anxiety, but the one that finally won out, the one that she couldn’t hide from anyone to save her life, the emotion was relief. Sweet beautiful relief, she never wanted to go to her family’s law firm. She never wanted to take on asshole clients who were trying to get away with something. She never wanted to work and live under her parents’ thumb and under her siblings’ scrutiny. For a moment Evie wanted to cry. Instead, she allowed her relief to turn into pure unadulterated happiness.

More at https://archiveofourown.org/works/15241059/chapters/35350089

[spideyxchelle]

Hey queen of spideychelle nsfw headcannons/fics 💦. You don’t have to write it but may I suggest some spideychelle kinky car sex 😈

ahem. yes you may. what a lovely way to ask. i love nice, polite anons. NICE POLITE ANONS GET KINKY SPIDEYCHELLE SEX. boom. obviously this has sensitive content.

mj’s clunky, 1997 honda is not the world’s greatest car. prudence, the car’s name is prudence yes, does the job, though. she gets mj from point a to point b and that’s all she really needs from a car. besides, she’s a high school student in new york. its a miracle she even has a car. 

so to the students of Midtown high, mj’s shitty 1997 honda is a mercedes. 

she drives friends to and from places and its a novelty to not have to wait for the subway. she drives herself to school and everyone is shocked when she pulls in with her prudence because Michelle Jones has a freakin’ car. she was already a badass before prudence, but prudence really ups the stakes of her awesome. 

the best part about prudence, though, is that she is perfect for makeout sessions. mj doesn’t have to worry about people bursting into her bedroom while she’s trying to nibble kisses on peter’s neck. privacy, for a teenager, is a hot commodity. 

and peter likes the privacy that prudence offers just as much as mj does. because he’s a weird, easily embarrassed noob. and the few times someone has caught them kissing he’s been unable to look her in the eye for several days after. which isn’t conducive to her life. 

it’s a wonder, really, that they’ve even had sex. what with peter blushing and fumbling around her whenever things get even a touch awkward. 

but, in prudence, peter doesn’t feel any pressure. she knows he doesn’t. so sex with peter parker in her car is always the best kind of sex. he’s a superhero with no inhibitions that loves to make her cum. what kind of a strange, awesome sentence is that?

car sex is the best.

the problem with car sex is that peter isn’t always eager to have it. it feels public, he’s always saying. like anybody could walk by the car and see his head between her legs as she scrambling to grab on to anything to center herself. 

so she makes car sex a night thing. so that people won’t just look in the car and see. they’ll really have to look. and if people are so interested in what’s happening in her car that she has to peer in than they have other problems. 

but even that adjustment doesn’t make him eager to fuck her sideways in her car. he’s go so many anxieties about the public thing. 

which is why MJ likes to get him mad. really mad. if she can piss peter off and get him to take out his anger in hot, angry sex…really, its a win-win for both of them. it’s almost a public service. because peter is always in a better mood after sex. and your friendly neighborhood spider-man is a better public servant if he’s in a good mood, ie. he’s gotten laid. 

so she makes it her life goal to piss peter parker off. NOT an easy task, okay?? he’s the human equivalent of a happy puppy. maybe some kind of lab. 

the most sure fire way she’s learned to get him there is to flirt with flash thompson. which is what she does. as often as possible. its always uncomfortable for flash who doesn’t know how to respond to her advances when everybody knows she’s with peter. but the best is peter. he watches on, eyes piercing, and his whole body goes rigid. 

today, she’s laying it on extra thick. she watched the episode of BSG the night before where apollo and starbuck fight in the ring. and she’s been itching ever since. 

mj even briefly touches flash’s shoulder. which peter intercepts and grabs his girlfriend’s hand in the middle of decathlon practice. he shakes his head and announces to no in particular, “nope.” flash snickers and manages a somewhat clever retort, “jealous parker?” somewhat being a low standard. 

but peter isn’t having it. he shoots flash the nastiest look and starts to pull mj from the gym. abe calls after them that practice isn’t over but mj can tell he isn’t listening. and she’s thrumming with excitement. its tingling down to her toes.

he notices her smirk and scoffs, “that shit isn’t cute, mj.” “aw, peter,” she purrs, “you do care.” he squints at her and decides, “where is your car?”

and she’s shocked. he usually doesn’t want to go at it this early in the day. its daylight out. that’s his no-go. that’s his people could see rhetoric. it’s so unlike peter. 

she must gape for a moment too long because he repeats, “mj. where. is. prudence?” she gulps and answers, “the back lot.” he doesn’t reply to that, just turns them around and starts to tug her toward the back lot.

see, usually peter isn’t like this. usually he lets it weigh on his mind a little longer, her purposeful flirting. he doesn’t lose his cool in decathlon. and when practice is over and its darker, he makes his move. 

but this is bold. blatant, too. everyone in practice has to know at the very least they’re going to go and smash faces. flash thompson is a weird sort of foreplay for them. 

he takes a quick look both ways when they get at her car and then opens her back door for her. she stares at him. so he speaks, “get in the freakin’ car, mj.” her lips curl deliciously wide, “this car?” he raises an eyebrow, “really? you’re gonna do this?” she shrugs one shoulder flirty, “maybe.” 

so peter nudges her in the car, giving her a tap on the ass. she bites her lip and figures she doesn’t need to be told twice. she crawls in the car and turns around. peter climbs in behind her and slams the door shut. he looms over her, nudging her legs apart so he can be between them, and then, he kisses her. 

its not a sweet kiss. its dirty and wild. and in broad-fucking-daylight. he gets a hand clutching the back of her neck with the slightest, sweetest pressure. it goes straight to her core. 

she moans into his mouth and peter yanks her thigh so she’s no longer sitting but instead is flat on her back. he fits his hips between hers and rolls up against her. she can feel the car shake. 

and mj is one of the only midtown students with a car. people are gonna know its her. and she’s dating peter. so it won’t be that much of a stretch to figure out the second party. 

also, she’s moaning into his kisses. which may help amateur detectives crack the case. 

peter slides his hand down her neck and between her breasts. and then further. the friction between them as he snaps his hips against hers is maddening. his hands going straight down into her jeans is killer. mj squeaks as he wastes no time sticking his fingers inside of her. usually he has more finesse about this. he’s gentler, softer and waits to warm her up more. but he doesn’t want any of that now. she can tell. he just wants to get her off as many times as possible. 

and that’s an agenda she can support. 

“peter,” she sobs and he bites her lip. hard enough that she hisses. his fingers are sliding in and out of her faster and faster. making his hand slick with her wetness. it pools in her panties. and he’s not fingering her to tease her. he’s working her over with an end goal in sight. 

her eyes flutter open and sunlight shines in. the fact that she’s in her car in daylight sends her over the edge. he doesn’t smother her mouth with a kiss as she cums. he lets her scream his name. he wants people to know who exactly is making her car shake. 

she barely has time to recover, its all happening so fast, before he’s yanking her jeans and panties off and unzipping his own pants. she’s faint from her first orgasm and whimpers, “let me return the favor.” “later,” he growls, “i wanna be inside you.” and fuck. she wants that, too, okay? like, she really wants that. 

he snakes his dick out of his boxers and pushes himself inside of her in one fluid motion. her head snaps back and she lets loose a cry. five minutes ago she was in decathlon practice. now she’s in her car in the back lot in daylight being pounded to oblivion by her boyfriend. what a weird day. 

as he sets a punishing pace, mj lets lose a guttural whine with each snap of his hips. peter lets her noises fill the car for only a minute before he offers her his fingers to suck on. the fingers that were inside of her. 

she tastes tangy and salty. and its strangely erotic. so she sucks on his fingers like he’s offered her a god damn present and moans around them. his eyes darken and he angles his hips upward to get deeper inside of her. 

her eyes roll back. heaven is here in the backseat of her crappy 1997 honda. 

peter fucks her. hard and dirty. she’s not sure how else to describe it. 

and when she cums, she sees white. beautiful, warm white light. it shoots through her and her legs clamp around his waist, milking him for every drop. she cries around his fingers and her whole body shakes. desperate to cling to this moment for as long as it can manage. 

when she collapses, absolutely spent, peter follows after her. a strangled cry of his own. and then the car is silent. 

he takes his fingers from her mouth and she runs her fingers through her hair, just at the nape of his neck. “i’m sorry,” he finally mumbles, “i was rough with you.” she’s breathless, “yea you were…but don’t be sorry.” “i broke our no daytime sex in the car rule.” “you made that dumbass rule, not me.” it was almost thrilling, doing it in the daytime. 

“everyone is gonna know what we came out here to do,” he settles on. she turns her face to kiss his cheek, “well…since they already know…might as well….”

and mj, with a few moments of great difficulty (because prudence is not a large car), turns peter on to his back. she can already feel his member rising to attention again. and figures, decathlon practice was pretty much over already anyway. she might as well enjoy this.

and she does. actually. correction. they both do. 

[abe-the-detective-blog]

The detective lightly rolled his eyes at Benjamin. Abe knew he could be a little bit too flirty but having someone he was willing to do the same was quite nice.

(Small time skip I hope that is ok)

After dinner Abe looked down at his watch and saw it was 10 pm. He quickly stood up and payed for the entire meal.

“Sorry I have to leave in a rush Benjamin I promised one of my colleagues that I would go out for drinks.”

Abe gave Benjamin a small forehead kiss and started to walk towards the exit of the restaurant. He had completely forgot and left his wallet sitting on the table.

(Rp idea if you wanna)

Abe was walking out of the police station, he had just finished up a case and turned it in. The detective pulled out his phone and saw it was 7pm much earlier then the man expected.

Abe remembered how he ran into Benjamin and figured to text him. ‘Hey I just got off work and was wondering if you wanted to catch up a bit more. You don’t have to if you don’t wanna it’s ok.’ The man hoped he didn’t come off as clingy or annoying he just really missed talking to people from when he was younger.

(You don’t have to if you don’t wanna)

[Heck yeah I do!! :) ]

*Benjamin feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulls it out. When he sees it’s from Abe he gets a big smile*

Absolutely! I would love to. :)

Come down to the restaurant where I work. I can get us a free seat and meal if you like?

*Benjamin sense the name and address of the restaurant he works at*

[thank you for sending this RP I love the way these two interact with each other]

[agenteuler-blog]

A Wayhaught Birthday

A fanfic in which Nicole is adorable and surprises Waverly for her birthday, because someone needs to remember it. And also, because I needed some Wayhaught fluff in my life.

Waverly didn't really celebrate her birthday.

She'd never really had the chance. When she was growing up, tormented by Willa and overlooked by her parents, it tended to get swept under the rug. If her birthday was remembered, she got a store-bought cake and a couple pairs of jeans at the most. And then Willa and her parents died, and Wynonna got sent to St. Jude's, and Waverly had tried to forget about all the missed birthdays, because for all their flaws, her family was her family.

When Wynonna had seemed to forget her birthday, briefly, Waverly didn't mind. That much. After all, Waverly spent the following minutes getting her hand chopped off by a maniac with X-men wrists, then re-growing said hand via demonic possession. So she had bigger fish to fry. Besides, she knew that Wynonna loved her, more than anything, and that Wynonna would face down an army of revenants for her. Wynonna, after all, was human. And Waverly forgave her for her occasional lapses.

Then, along came Nicole; Nicole, with her flirty hat tips; Nicole, with her perfect dimples; Nicole, who treated Waverly like she was the most beautiful angel to grace the earth. Waverly had never mentioned her birthday to Nicole; it had never really occurred to her. And when she woke up on one very particular, very special day in November, the first thought on her mind was not celebration but the fact that it was a Thursday. The second thought, quickly overshadowing the first, was that she had grown a mustache. A giant, orange, furry mustache.

“Pftfffftff….Catlamity,” she sputtered at Nicole’s cat, who had decided to take up residency on her chest and face. “Calamity, I can't breathe.” In reply, the giant ginger flicked her tail across Waverly’s nose, causing the youngest Earp to sneeze violently. “Calamity Jane, you...you...fudgenuggeting cat!” Waverly said, smiling despite herself into a faceful of tail fluff, as she worked her arms up and around to dislodge the intractable animal. “You know, Jane,” she groaned, tossing the cat to the other side of the bed, “I'm not a pillow. You know that, right?” Calamity Jane didn't seem to care.

Waverly stretched and sat up, slowly fumbling behind her for her phone. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was 10:27. Late, for her - but not surprising, she thought with a wry smirk, considering last night’s activities.

Which reminded her...Waverly looked to her left, expecting to see a note atop a tower of pillows informing her that Nicole had left for work (Nicole had a “pillow addiction,” according to Waverly, as she never slept with fewer than five). Instead, she saw a blue sticky note with an entirely different message:

Hey pretty lady :)

Text me when you wake up, pretty please? Don't come downstairs...I have a surprise for you!

P.S. I think you are now Calamity Jane’s favorite

“A surprise?” muttered Waverly to herself. “What….did she take off of work today?” The tiny Earp thought for a second and, shrugging, grabbed her phone.

Waverly: hey sweetie-pie, I'm awake… though I think your cat is trying to suffocate me in my sleep :)

Nicole: nah it just means she likes you. morning sleeping beauty!! be right up :)

Waverly read Nicole's text, humming contentedly. She sighed, flopped back down onto the bed, and looked at the cat regarding her grumpily from Nicole’s mountain of pillows. “What on earth is she up to? Are you in on this, too, Jane? Huh?” The cat made no reply, and proceeded to lick her foot.

Just then, Waverly heard the sound of her girlfriend’s footsteps on the stairs, and something heavy being set down in the hallway. Was that a clinking of plates? And what was that delicious smell? The door to the bedroom swung open just a bit, and Officer Nicole Haught stuck her head into the room, grinning sheepishly.

“Morning, cutie,” she said. “Can you move Calamity and the pillows, please? They’re in the way.” As Waverly threw the pillows around the room (taking up a significant amount of floor space), Nicole bent down behind the door frame to pick something up, and proceeded to open the door the rest of the way with her shoulder.

She was wearing her fuzzy unicorn pajamas with the extra-large Shorty’s T-shirt that Waverly had given her the previous week after she’d “accidentally” spilled beer on herself, and consequently pretended to need Waverly’s help in getting off her uniform (“Not fair,” Waverly had insisted. She had not, however, hesitated in assisting). Nicole’s face was decorated with a nervous, dimpled smile, and Waverly thought she had never looked more gorgeous.

In the cop’s hands was a huge wooden breakfast tray, on top of which was what appeared to be a banquet feast of breakfast foods. A bottle of maple syrup, orange juice in white wine glasses, toasted bagels with cream cheese. And in the middle, the largest stack of somewhat lopsided buttermilk pancakes Waverly had ever seen. There was a massive swirl of whipped cream on top (Waverly LOVED whipped cream), and...were those candles? Like, more than twenty of them? Real, actual, lit candles with real fire?

“Oh my god, baby…” Waverly said softly, “Why…” And then she realized. It was her birthday. She had forgotten her own birthday. How did she do that? She hadn’t told anyone about it, figuring it wasn’t important. But Nicole had known, and remembered, and skipped work to be here with her.

Meanwhile, Nicole was talking rapidly into her nervous smile: “Well, you know, it’s kinda dumb, I mean, I was gonna bring you a cake, but then I was like, who eats cake for breakfast, so I made pancakes, and I put chocolate chips in them, because I know that’s your favorite kind, but, like, if you don’t want them that’s --”

“No! Nicole! Baby, oh, my god -- it’s perfect.” Waverly struggled to find more words to describe the situation. How much she loved Nicole in that moment. “It’s -- it’s -- I just forgot, you know? What with the Revenants, and Willa, and Wynonna and the baby, and -- oh god, Bobo, I -- it -- are you missing work right now?” She paused for a moment, taking a breath. “I didn’t even tell you when my birthday was. How did you know?”

Nicole brought the tray over to the bed, sliding in carefully next to her girlfriend and balancing it on their laps. Relocating the orange-juice-containing wine glasses to her nightstand, she gave Waverly a sideways glance. “C’mon, baby. I’m the closest thing Purgatory has to a detective. I detect. Also, Nedley likes to say that I haven’t taken a day off since Pearl Harbor. I have a lot of vacation days queued up.” She looked her in the face now, eyebrows turned up earnestly. “ You didn’t honestly think I was going to miss your birthday, did you? You, Waverly Earp--” she tucked Waverly’s hair behind her ear -- “are the most beautiful, intelligent, sexy, adorable angel to walk into my life and you deserve to have your birthday celebrated. Even if the town is being overrun by demons. Understand?”

“I...Nicole…” Waverly began. “This...is amazing. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“Hey. I would do anything for you. Breakfast in bed is just the tip of the iceberg,” Nicole smiled gently, then kissed her, soft and sweet. “Happy birthday, Waverly Earp. Now make a wish. You’ve got a lot of candles to blow out here, before Crookshanks knocks it over and burns down my house.”

Waverly laughed. “Well, we can’t be having that. One...two...three!” As the candles flickered out, she rubbed he hands together eagerly. “Now, let’s murder this stack of pancakes, shall we?”

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Once they were done eating (“Are you trying to fatten me up, Officer Haught?” “Waves, I’m pretty sure your abs of steel could survive an attack from Doc’s illicit stash of unstable dynamite. You’ll be fine”) Nicole moved to extract her arm from behind Waverly’s neck, leaning over the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Waverly asked, as Nicole rummaged around. “Did you hide more pancakes under the bed? Because that was the most scrumptious breakfast I’ve ever had, baby, but I don’t know if I can take any more…”

“Scrumptious, Waves? Scrumptious?” She said in reply, looking up with a grin. “You’re my favorite, babe. Oh - got it!” Nicole triumphantly lifted a package from its erstwhile hiding place beneath the bed, holding it up proudly. It was large, squarish, wrapped in a dazzlingly sparkly green print wrapping paper and garnished with a bright rainbow bow. The startling color combination almost drowned out a small blue envelope, labeled Waverly.

“Wait...is that a birthday present?” Waverly asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“Why yes, yes it is. Open it! Open it!” said Nicole, nearly bouncing up and down with nervousness and excitement. “Actually, maybe open the note first. That makes more sense. Then open the present. And do you like the wrapping paper? I got it to match your eyes, but they didn’t have many options at the store here, but - “

Waverly silenced her with a sticky kiss. “Babe, it’s so perfect. I know I’m going to love it.” She opened the envelope, pulling out a blue card with the words,

Waves, I love you more than anything. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side to face it. You are so special, so beautiful, so smart, and you make me so happy. Happy birthday, baby, Love, Nicole

Nicole watched while Waverly read the card. “I mean it, too. Happy birthday, birthday girl.” Waverly looked over at her and kissed her again - long, this time, long enough to taste the maple on her lips. “I love you, too, babe.”

It was that moment that Calamaity Jane attempted to jump from the floor to the top of the bed frame, causing her fat and fluffy weight to plop straight from said bed frame onto the present in Waverly’s lap. Mewling in confusion, the cat scrabbled for traction before regaining her footing and leaping into Waverly’s arms. “I think Calamity here is telling you to open the present,” laughed Nicole.

“Well, if Calamity Jane says to do it…” Waverly ripped open the wrapping paper, revealing a plain cardboard box. “Ready or not…” She popped open the top, dissected a few layers of bubble wrap, and pulled out...a perfect model airplane. A meticulously detailed, three-person model biplane, bright yellow, and nearly a foot long.

Sensing Waverly’s confusion, Nicole started to explain: “So, you said you’ve always wanted to do things that scare you, right? Like jumping out of an airplane? So, I thought, there’s this guy at the station, and his family owns a Waco YMF or whatever, some kind of three-person biplane, and he said he and his sister have skydiving certifications and they’d be willing to take us up for a day. I mean, only if you want to.” She paused, looking anxiously at her girlfriend, who was wearing a look of growing excitement.

“Really? You got a guy to let us jump out of his airplane? in Purgatory?!”

“Yeah…Only if you’re in, of course.”

“Am I in? I am in like Flynn. Oh my god, Nicole, WE’RE GOING SKYDIVING! HOLY FUDGENUGGETS!” Waverly laughed eagerly. “When?”

“Saturday morning. So you like it?”

“Of course I like it, Nicole. It’s super sweet. And badass. Just like you. You’re my favorite.”

Nicole laughed. “You’re MY favorite. Now, I’m in charge of getting you to Shorty’s by four, so we can celebrate properly with everybody else, but until then, I was thinking perhaps we could celebrate with just the two of us…” she raised her eyebrows slyly, moving the tray onto the floor. Waverly leaned in closer.

“I like the way you think, Haught…”