#bill skarsgard smoking

[kingkat12]

omg I love your fics so so so much and I think you would absolutely nail a fanfic where roman is teaching reader how to smoke? or something like that 😭 like it being really intimate and stuff ughh idk but roman smoking just makes me go absolutely feral

Roman..... teaching reader.... how to smoke....?

do you.... want to give me..... a heart attack......?

THIS WAS SO DAMN HOT IT MADE MY BREATH HITCH WHEN I READ THIS, you BET i want to write this!!! you know me, i love writing reader having her first time doing anything at all lol, this was PERFEEEECT!! hope i've done your request justice, thank you so much for this one!!<3333

nymphomaniac (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, smoking, mentions of sex, angst, flirting deluxe, Roman's mouth is FOUL

summary: not all lessons are good for you-- especially the ones taught by the notorious Roman Godfrey, who you also happen to have a history with

word count: 2,425

a/n: and this is NO WAY an encouragement to smoke, i don't smoke myself so... heh. read at your own risk i suppose, and be critical of what you read on the internet PLEASE!! mwah

How to smoke – a thorough guide by Roman Godfrey. That was a book I wouldn’t buy in a million years; why give a millionaire more money?

Thankfully, I didn't have to pay anything to get a free trial from the author of said imaginary book.

Roman sat next to me on the porch leading up to the house of the party we were at, having asked me to follow him outside to escape all the noise. I wouldn’t have gone with him, had I not started to get a headache from what I could frankly only call ear-rape. “It’s too fucking loud in there,” I muttered, shifting on the uncomfortable step. “There’s a reason I don’t go to these things very often.”

Roman shrugged, patting down the pockets of his jacket. “It’s not usually this bad when someone else hosts. But I heard this guy is notorious for being legally deaf, so that might explain it,”

“I wouldn’t be shocked if he did that to himself,”

With a laugh, Roman pulled out an orange-hued box of cigarettes, shaking his head. “It’s too bad you don’t attend parties that often. I never see you anymore, y’know? Just bring some earplugs if you’re so bothered by the damn noise,” 

Oh. My heart jumped with a jolt of pain. I cleared my throat; “Of course you don’t see me anymore, Roman… We broke up two months ago,” 

Despite seeing it coming from miles away, it had been the hardest breakup of my life. I knew whom I had gotten into a relationship with, knew exactly what kind of a guy Roman was, so I had been emotionally prepared for it when it all fell apart. The relationship had been more of a whirlwind thing, a lust thing, which had left me with a very bad case of being-walked-in-on PTSD. That one time Roman decided he wanted to go down on me at school, only for my math teacher to walk in on us in the classroom, was a memory I was sure I would never forget. Sadly. 

However, the bliss of being sexually compatible couldn’t carry the relationship forever, and I was aware of that long before he was. Around the time we hit the one-month milestone, I could see in his gorgeous green eyes that he was tired. Roman needed to be free to function, free to fuck any girl that walked by, and free to disappear for hours and come back whenever it pleased him. 

And what did I need? I wasn’t so sure anymore. 

If I were to use my brain and ponder that question once more, I would conclude that I needed to stop sitting next to my hot ex-boyfriend who was now lighting one of his classic cigarettes. Roman knew I didn’t approve, knew how many times I had told him it was cancer on a stick—still, I settled for the fact that he wasn’t scared of death. Actually, he probably wasn’t scared of anything other than real commitment. 

With a sigh, Roman nodded to himself. “I’m aware, but I’m still allowed to miss the sight of you,” He turned to me, his strikingly green gaze piercing mine— I held my breath. This was getting intense. Nonetheless, the next thing that rolled out of his mouth caught me off guard; “Do you have a lighter?” 

… What? “Roman, you know I don’t smoke,”

He shrugged, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Worth a shot. I had hopes that you’d at least managed to become an arsonist in our time apart, maybe then you’d carry a lighter around with you,” Like this, faced with his heartbreakingly beautiful smile beneath the hues of the moonlight, I was reminded of the first thought I ever had when I met him; he was so… cool. Roman always looked so damn cool. I loved the way it made my heart flutter— the feeling of being with the coolest guy at school was still the most thrilling feeling of all. I felt cool, knowing he wanted to sit next to me instead of being inside the loudest party of the year hunting down his next lay. 

It was impossible not to smile back. “Don’t be so disappointed. At least I’m still a cannibal,”

Humored, Roman chuckled; “Glad to hear it,”

“And you’re still a nymphomaniac,”

That seemed to strike a nerve— Roman let out an offended huff, now patting down the pockets of his jeans. “Forget it. I never go anywhere without my lighter, anyway,” he mumbled.

Oh no. “I didn’t mean it as an insult! We were joking, Roman. You’ve never been the type to hide that you like… sex—” 

“Don’t fucking talk to me about sex right now, I’m too tipsy,” Roman’s words were harsh, snappy. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, now fishing out his usual red lighter; I hadn’t seen that one in a while. “No sex-talk. None.”

“Fine, Jesus!—”

“Thanks to you, I now have to smoke away the taste of you. Thank you,” he grumbled, a slight twitch appearing beneath his left eye as he brought the cigarette to his plush lips— oh, how I missed those. “Your perfume isn’t helping, either. So don’t talk about sex, because then I’ll start thinking about sex with you, along with how you taste after I’ve been going down on you for about ten minutes, squirming, whining, and then I start thinking of how much I miss it. So could you just—just shut up for a minute, okay?”

I stared at Roman in disbelief, my lips parting as my jaw threatened to hit the floor. He must’ve had a few beers too many to be talking so openly about… anything. I would go off on him about his use of words, telling me to shut up, but I was too stunned to think properly. With my mind still buzzing, I scooted closer to Roman on the cold steps of the porch, daring to lean my head down on his shoulder like I used to do when we were together. “You’ve only proved my point,” I breathed, closing my eyes. “Nympho.”

I knew him too well— I knew Roman would appreciate casual physical contact. He didn’t have enough of that in his life, anyway. Chuckling, amused, he lit his cigarette, inhaling with a quiet moan— something told me he had been waiting for a hit for some time. And just as I opened my mouth, ready to start my usual smoking-is-bad lecture, Roman cut me to it; “Don’t start talking about cancer now, either,”

“It is a cancer stick,”

“I don’t care,”

“You should!”

“But I don’t,” With a sigh, Roman exhaled, watching the smoke evaporate into the warm summer air. He leaned his head on top of mine, and I couldn’t help but think how the smell of the cigarette clashed with the comforting smell of his shampoo. It ruined everything. 

This conversation was one we’d had tens of times, and I wasn’t too keen on repeating it. “Roman…” I reached for the cigarette he lazily held between his fingers, feeling the softness of his hand against mine. “Maybe you don’t care, but I do. You need to take care of yourself.” I didn’t need to look at Roman to know his brows were drawn together as I took the cigarette out of his hand, holding it away from him. 

He sighed again, slower this time; “If you’d ever smoked, you’d see the appeal,”

“Yeah?” It was hard not to roll my eyes— “The appeal of cancer?”

With a low laugh, Roman turned his head, kissing the top of my head out of habit. Weirdly enough, it felt platonic for the first time ever, yet it didn’t fail to evoke a hard thump in my chest. It felt like I was being electrocuted from the inside, and my eyes sprung open—I was happy he couldn’t see that. “Not cancer, don’t be stupid,” he huffed. “Just use that pretty little brain of yours, I know it’s in there somewhere.”

If only he knew my brain was currently working overtime. “I’ll never see the appeal of inhaling crap that ruins your lungs. If anything, you’re the stupid one,”

Roman rolled his eyes, gently giving my head a nudge with the shoulder I was leaning on, motioning for me to sit up. “Let me show you, just once. If you don’t like it, you’re allowed to call me a nicotine-addicted nymphomaniac until the last day of high school,”

“And the day after. An extension for your favorite ex,”

“Nope. The day of graduation, and that’s it,”

I turned to look at the blindingly pretty smile on Roman’s face— how was it possible not to fall for this guy? He was gorgeous. “Fine,” I mumbled, knowing I would call him that no matter what behind his back until the day he died. “So how the fuck do I do this?”

Something in Roman’s green, green, eyes shifted. Maybe he was wondering why he had ever let me go in the first place— maybe he was thinking about the word to describe the color of my hair as it mixed with the grays of the moonlight? He cleared his throat, turning his body towards me as I mirrored him; “The first step is easy,” he said, reaching forward to place his hand behind mine, bringing the cigarette to my lips. 

My skin burned. Fucking burned, with every touch. 

Roman’s eyes were already big, which is why I was surprised to see they could get even bigger when he gazed down at my lips. “Open up,” he breathed, absentminded. 

Now, I could be sure he wasn’t thinking about the color of my hair. Maybe he was back to reminiscing about the taste of me? Or other nasty nympho things, as per usual.

I placed the cigarette between my lips, but Roman let out a short, alarmed sound that nearly made me yelp. “Now comes the trick,” he urged, leaning closer— I was unsure whether he was aware he was inching towards my face or not. The closer he got, the easier it was to focus on the single strand of his dark hair that lay over his forehead, straying from his stylings. It was so damn attractive— I had to hold myself back from smiling, now that I remembered the one time I caught him pulling it out of his gelled updo to lay it there on purpose. Cutie.

“The trick?” I echoed, realizing he had frozen to his spot just staring at my lips. I pulled the cigarette away from my mouth; Roman hadn’t said anything for about five seconds. This was bad. This was dangerous. It made me want to jump him and let him fuck me right here on the porch. 

“Uh—” Roman cleared his throat, letting out a breathy chuckle as he shook his head. “Sorry. The trick, right…”

God, I was two seconds away from bursting into flames like a phoenix. Was I still breathing?

“For your first time, you should— because this is your first time, right?”

“Yes!”

“You sure?”

“Roman!”

“Alright, alright!” Roman laughed, biting his lip as he tilted his head just a little. Had the cigarette not forced a space between us, I would’ve started wondering when he would kiss me. “The trick is to not inhale too much smoke for your first time. I don’t want you to cough up your left lung on my new shirt. And hold the smoke in your mouth for a moment, let it cool down, and only inhale it when you’ve taken the cig out of your mouth.”

If Roman one day actually did decide to write a smoking-guide, I could at least be sure the content would be explained simply and concisely. “Seems easy enough,” I mumbled, watching Roman’s pupils widen as I placed the cigarette back between my lips and sucked in a small amount of smoke into my mouth.

It felt like I was getting a mild burn on my tongue— it wasn’t pleasant. For a second, I got scared my eyes would pop from the shock, and I closed them to ensure the blood at least wouldn’t splatter anywhere if I happened to be so unlucky. But when the burning subsided, I finally dared to inhale.

My eyes sprung open, meeting the fascination in Roman’s green gaze as my previous headache caused by the loud music disappeared. My brain suddenly felt like it was buzzing with pleasure and energy. Before I knew it, I was half giggling against Roman’s mouth, letting my cigarette-clad hand fall by my side. “Wow,” I breathed, in awe of the satisfying whirring in my head. 

Roman looked like he was two seconds away from cooing at me, right in my face; “There you go, good girl,” he purred. “Do you get it now?”

God, I hated myself. Still, what I hated more, was that my hot ex-boyfriend was blatantly right. “I think I do,” 

Roman hummed, smirking as he reached for the cigarette in my hand, smoothly brushing his fingers across my skin on his way down. With a content sigh, he looked into my dazed eyes as he pressed his free fingers over the pulse of my wrist— “I still make your heart jump,” he breathed, leaning in so close I could feel the hotness of his breath against my cheek.

I swallowed. “You always will. It doesn’t mean anything,” My eyes flickered back and forth between Roman’s green eyes and his plush, pink lips despite knowing I shouldn’t. 

“It doesn’t?” he echoed, visibly amused as he raised his brows. 

“… Nope,”

Roman hummed, nudging the tip of my nose with his just as he always did—was this maybe just a habit, or was he going to…? The atmosphere was so thick, I could reach out and touch it. My breath had long caught in my chest, but Roman’s next words only made it worse; “Let’s talk about sex again,” he whispered against my lips, his lashes hanging heavy over his eyes.

“No. This is over. We’re just sharing a cigarette,”

“We could share a bed too,”

“Stop it,” I breathed, hoping he’d spot the desperation in my eyes. “It’s been two months. Aren’t you over this?” Please don’t make this any harder than it already is.

Roman stilled. With the next beat of my pulse against his fingers, his eyes softened with a new realization beneath the moonlight; 

“Over you? Never,”

[ilovetheideaofu]

Bite Me!

credit is apparently billscenes_ but I found it on Twitter @shivmcavoy 🤷‍♀️

[godfreyr]

Who’s in for a smoke break?

[reginaphalangephalange]

[antiatuz]

I think Bill S. would love me if we met at a metro...that's how I picture our meeting for the first time...I finally go to Sweden and that's where I come across Bill S.

[beautyallaroundus25]

Masculine Beauty💋💋💋

[dalekofchaos]

Mortal Kombat fancast(new)

Simu Liu as Liu Kang

Glenn Powell as Johnny Cage

Charlize Theron as Sonya Blade

Ken Watanabe as Raiden

Henry Golding as Sub-Zero/Noob Saibot/Bi-Han

Andrew Koji as Scorpion

Manu Benett as Kano

Rory McCann as Goro

Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as SHang Tsung(Old, WHO ELSE???)

Tony Leung as Shang Tsung(Young)

Bill Skarsgard as Reptile

Iko Uwais as Kung Lao

Aldis Hodge as Jackson "Jax" Briggs

Elodie Yung as Kitana/Milenena

Zoe Saldana as Jade

Harry Shum Jr. as Sub-Zero/Kuai-Liang

Justin H. Min as Smoke

Brian Tee as Sektor

Chiwetel Ejiofor as Cyrax

Scott Adkins as Baraka

Conan Stevens as Kintaro

Dave Bautista as Shao Kahn

Eugene Brave Rock as Nightwolf

John Cena as Stryker

Jon Bernthal as Kabal

Michelle Yeoh as Sindel

Jade Cargill as Sheeva

Nathan Jones as Motaro

Doug Jones as Ermac

Because of Tumblr's stupid 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Larry Lam as Rain

Jonathan Patrick Foo as Chameleon

Karen Fukuhara as Khameleon

Jet Li as Fujin

Sonoya Mizuno as Sareena

Brenda Song as Kia

Javicia Leslie as Jataaka

Anna Diop as Tanya

Jai Courtney as Jarek

Karl Urban as Reiko

Mads Mikkelsen as Shinnok

Hoon Lee as Quan Chi

Benedict Wong as Bo Rai Cho

Lewis Tan as Kenshi

Yvonne Chapman as Li Mei

Emma Myers as Frost

Peter Mensah as Drahmin

Derek Mears as Moloch

Charles Melton as Mavado

Ron Yuan as Hsu Hao

Alexandra Daddario as Nitara

Gordon Liu as Shujinko

Constance Wu as Ashrah

Donnie Yen as Hotaru

Daniel Wu as Dairou

Mahershala Ali as Darrius

Matt Smith as Havik

Dominic Sherwood as Kobra

Kristen Stewart as Kira

Keith David as Onaga

Ian McKellen as Argus

Eva Green as Delia

Tom Hardy as Taven

Mark Strong as Daegon

Ron Pearlman as Blaze

Jessica Henwick as Skarlet

Milly Alcock as Cassie Cage

Delainey Hayles as Jacqui Briggs

Mackenyu as Takeda Takahashi

Ludi Lin as Kung Jin

Winston Duke as Kotal Kahn

Tao Okamoto as D’Vorah

Jensen Ackles as Erron Black

Dafne Keen and Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson as Ferra/Torr

Tony Jaa as Tremor

Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as Geras

Emily Blunt as Cetrion

Tilda Swinton as Kronika

[destinyc1020]

Well, Austin copied Bill Skarsgard dad's voice to play Feyd Rautha so he can easily play Bill's brother. Even Stellan was surprised when he first heard Austin doing the Feyd's voice. Austin has a good knack for doing different voices because his Christopher Walken is also amazing. That's why it's so annoying when haters say that he is stuck with the Elvis voice when he has not been doing the Elvis voice for years, he just has a lower voice than when he was a teen. Colman Domingo mentioned recently how his amazing lower register did not fully develop until he was in his 40s

Haha yea, Austin has a great knack for doing voice impersonations lol. 😅

He mentioned on his SNL opening monologue that growing up, he used to do voice impersonations to try to get his mom to laugh or put a smile on her face. He even did a quick Gallum impression on the show that was pretty spot on! 😂

The Christopher Walken voice impersonation is great too lol.

And yea girl, Idk why ppl think he's somehow deliberately putting on a fake voice. 🙄 It's obvious he's not. Do you know how hard it would be to FAKE a voice for years day in and day out? 🥴

And yea, I thought it was already common knowledge that all of our voices naturally deepen with age? 🥴 Otherwise, we'd all sound like a bunch of 15 year olds for the rest of our lives rofl 🤣 😂

If you listen to Austin in The Shannara Chronicles (long before Elvis), you'll see that his voice was already getting deeper by then.

And wow! I didn't know that little tidbit about Colman!😳 It can definitely happen though! My step-dad said that his voice didn't get as deep as it is now until he was much older.... like, way past puberty. Some men's voices just continue to change over the years. 🤷🏾‍♀️

And also, Austin used to smoke in the past. I know he's said he's "quit", but who knows for sure? (Smoking is highly addictive 🥴) It's a well-known fact that smoking will change your voice if you do it long enough or often enough.

The only real difference that I see in Austin's voice is that it's raspier, he sounds less "Californian" now, and he might pronounce certain words here and there a little differently. And also, Austin used to speak kinda fast lol. 😅 I'm sure with Elvis vocal training, they more than likely told him to slow DOWN in his speech, and I think it just stuck? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Elvis was from Tupelo, Mississippi. The DEEP south. 😅 People from the south are more laid back, and they don't talk all fast and high-strung like people from the big cities or up north do. 😂

But other than those MINOR things, his adult voice really hasn't changed that much y'all lol. 😅

[liminalhymnal]

THEY'RE REMAKING THE CROW?! Let Brandon Lee fucking rest....shit.

YEAH THEY ARE like, okay. Allow me to be a Hater for a sec:

Rupert Sanders (Director of Ghost in The Shell & Snow White and The Huntsman) is doing it so you can already see the quality as mid. Then they're casting Bill Skarsgard as the Crow (The new Pennywise guy I believe) and like....christ. Look at this.

This is the new Crow. This. Brandon Lee literally died for his movie and this is what Hollywood decides is the right move to make. It's like seeing a loved one get necromanced and come back all fucked-up and wrong. They tried to cast goddamn Jason Mamoa as the Crow first apparently. And on top of that I read that the inspiration for this look was based on goddamn....POST MALONE AND LIL' PEEP. NO GOTHS ALLOWED ANYMORE.

THIS AIN'T THE CROW; THIS IS JUST SOME GUY WHO SELLS SHITTY K AT A BATMAN-THEMED RAVE IN MIAMI. Look at that face tat where his nipple is the eye. Come on. That's just silly. Those tats aren't even cool, they look like he got temporary ones from Spencers after trying to give himself a haircut in the dark while smoking brick and talking about his Soundcloud game. This look tells me that they aren't even gonna keep THE defining opening scene where Burn by the Cure kicks in and its so so good. The director acknowledged how important this movie was to the goth scene and yet he went with fucking Post Malone as an inspiration?

Rochelle Davis (Sarah in the original) thinks its a disgrace to Brandon Lee and I gotta agree. The vibe is gonna be Gritty Reboot levels and they already have a trilogy planned, so I'm convinced that they are gonna Marvel-ize him into the new Punisher/John Wick or some shit to pump out that sweet merch money.

I have no doubt that this remake is gonna be shittier than a gas explosion in a porta-potty. Idk if the Superman Curse really exists but if it does I hope a similar one makes this movie untouchable by greedy hands

[bubbleonice]

lmao, for the dude who said Bill was arrested. It was marijuana which was for his friend and Bill didn't go to jail, he paid 3k dollars fine and that was it, everything is finished now. Why you guys twist everything? It was also said that Bill doesn't use any drugs. He doesn't even smoke cigarettes 😒

I don’t know what happened. I have not read the story. So please do not accuse me of twisting anything around. This is also a tarotreading space, not a fanpage for Bill Skarsgard.

Even as a person from the outside, I know he smokes cigarettes at the very least. But, please take this discussion somewhere else.

[strawberryloveyyy]

Okay. So I'm just watching behind the scenes videos of it chapter two, and there's this part of bill skarsgard just doing the pennywise voice, and it made me realize that pennywise just sounds like winny the pooh if winnie the pooh smokes. And also just listened to again, and it's just scooby-doo now.

[wanderingpages]

Lmaooo I been fucking w Roman era bill skarsgard since u said so from the start lol the gif set of the teddy bear and him on the carousel, when u wrote the oak and Jude carnival fic??? Chef kiss and then that random time u were like the exhibition fic is Anna de armis and bill skarsgard lmaooooooo and like shit w him smoking and all the blood like bro that our dark cardan on god. Him in a suit?? Ceo cardan idk. Him snorting lines in the bathroom?? Rockstar cardan probably at some point. And come on …,… “it’s a shame your my sister” as he proceeds to fuck her 😭😭😭 gentle sins I’m waiting for u

LMAOOOO THE ANA DE ARMAS ONE 😭😭😭

[demidevildiva]

welcome to marina, SEBASTIAN HOLM ( male, him/he ) ! they are a 31 year old who has lived over on PROSPET HILL for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and works as a FARMER. everyone says they look a lot like BILL SKARSGARD. what do you think? —

Name: Sebastian Holm Gender: Male, him/he Age: 31 years old Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Local Farmer Neighborhood: Prospect Hill D.O.B: August 9th Height: 6'4" Body: Tall, Slim Hair: Black Eyes: Green Definable Marks:

Character Summary:

Bash can be seen as rather awkward and quiet to strangers. He doesn’t go out of his way to speak his mind much, but loves to make friends. To his friends he is nothing but loving. Providing them comfort in any way that he knows how, but also being blunt with them when needed. He can be a bit naïve at times, and nervous if anyone becomes confrontational with him. He’s just out here living his best life, and that doesn’t include arguing or fighting with people who don’t agree with his thoughts and believes. He loves to have a good time drinking, smoking, and running his motorcycle around town. He is a local farmer and loves farm talk.

Intro:

Sebastian was born to two loving parents who would do anything for him. They struggled a lot in their lifetime from having had ran away as teenagers and being homeless for half of their lives. It wasn’t until they became pregnant with Bash that his parents decided to turn their lives around. They contacted a relative in Marina that allowed them to live in their farm free of charge as long as they worked the land and sold produce and meats. Pork, chickens, eggs, milk, honey, you name it. They raised and sold it all to local businesses as well as opened up their own booth in the farmers market.

From a very young age his father taught him to work the land with him as well as teaching him how to cut, pack, and and sell all of their meats. Bash could be seen around the island dragging a wagon packed with produce to go sell from home to home as well as park himself outside businesses to sell to bystanders.

When he was around nine his parents welcomed a new baby into the home, a little girl, and Bash hated it. He became scared and jealous that his parents wouldn’t love him the same, and that he’d have to share their love so he began having nightmares and wetting the bed. His jealousy only pushed him to work harder so that he cold become the pride and joy of his family forever.

By the age of thirteen he had learned how to do everything and even was allowed to ride the tractor. His relationship with his little sister was nonexistent as he avoided her at all cost. Erasing her from his head like she was never truly born, but she was always bugging him. It had all been an accident. She wouldn’t leave him alone while he worked, and he pushed her, causing her to fall and hurt herself. He hadn’t meant to harm her, but his parents didn’t listen.

For the next two years Bash was punished by sleeping in the barn Not on the daily, but whenever he stepped out of line. So he made sure that he never did again. Working hard to gain his parents love back, and make them proud. He dropped out of high school in his junior year and getting his GED to focus more on the farm.

His entire life he had spent working to make his farm one of the most profitable in town, and so far he had done an amazing job. His farm provided to almost all businesses in the island, hyper focusing on the restaurants and the super markets because that’s where most of the money came from.

Over the years his family wanted to leave the island and so Sebastian stayed behind on his own. This has been the only home that he knew and he didn't really care for what else was out there in the world. He chose to stay behind and continue farming.

Headcanons:

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Wanted Connections

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[benjaminodell]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BENJAMIN O'DELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [BILL SKARSGARD]. You must be the [TWENTY EIGHT] year old [WAITER AT NEPTUNE]. Word is you’re [WARM] but can also be a bit [ABSENT MINDED] and your favorite song is [CONSTANT HEADACHE BY JOYCE MANOR]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

Basic Information

Full Name: Benjamin ‘Ben’ O’Dell

Age: 28

Date of Birth: April 3rd, 1994

Zodiac: Aries ☀, Capricorn ☾, Aquarius ↑

Hometown: North Caldwell, NJ

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Waiter at Neptune

Family: 

Melissa O’Dell - Mother James O’Dell - Father Courtney O’Dell - Older Sister UTP O’Dell - Younger Brother

Headcannons

Has a cat named Squish that he loves very dearly

Lives like a frat boy ninga turtle - red bull, beer, cigarettes, and take out pizza

Has odd sleeping habits. Somedays he’s up till 5am other days he’s in bed at 11pm

Working on getting a tattoo sleeve done on left arm, it’s mostly done.

Knows all the bad movies on Netflix

NEVER HAS GROCERIES IN HIS HOME

Has a thick Jersey accent

Tells people his parents named after Ben by Michael Jackson because the song is about a rat. His mother HATES that he tells people this and makes sure people know that he was actually named after his grandfather. 

Thinks he’s good at pranks- he is not.

Biography 

(tw: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol, hospitalization, near overdose, violence)

Benjamin Odell, better known as just Ben, has always had trouble following him. Ever since he was a little boy he try to eat his toys, or paint the walls with finger paints. His parents had a hard time keeping up with him, and his two other siblings. Most would say his family was pretty normal, they went to church on Sundays, had a family dinner every night, the kids went to public schools, and the parents worked 9 to 5 jobs. Around his fourteenth birthday Benjamin decided he would be called just Ben, and started to act out. 

Ben would start fights with his classmates just because he could, and would bum cigarettes off his older friends. As the rest of his family arrived home from church, he would be coming home from whatever party he went to on Saturday night.

As a freshman in high school, Ben started to befriend some of his older classmates, and he started to notice women. One girl in particular always caught his attention. Her name was Heather. She had a deep passion for music. In order to get her attention Ben joined his school’s band. He signed up to play percussion because it seemed to be the coolest instrument. He was really bad at first, but soon he would get the hang of it. After beating some drums for a few months, music became something he was also very passionate about, getting his crush’s attention was also an extra perk.

Once he gained enough confidence he asked Heather out, and she agreed to a date. The first date was successful, and in a few months the two became an inseparable pair. It was a classic good girl goes for the bad guy situation. She would watch him get into fist fights, and he would clean up when he was invited to dinner with her family. 

As freshman year ended, and summer started Ben found a lot of free time on his hands. Ideally, he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend Heather, but her family decided to send her to band camp for the summer. Ben spent most of that summer with his friends.

That same summer on a hot July night he was invited to a party thrown by a couple of upperclassmen. Before this Ben only smoked a few cigarettes a day, but now he was exposed to booze and an assortment of drugs. He had a couple of beers and a few hits from a joint, and stayed away from some of the harder drugs his friends were doing. As he went to more of these parties he became more adventurous. 

  When Heather returned home from band camp, they spent the entire week together. He started bringing her to his summer parties. By the end of the night he would be completely inebriated from whatever drugs he chose to do that night, and Heather would have to make sure he got home in one piece. Once school started again, the parties seemed to simmer down, and the pair started to focus on music again. 

Ben and Heather were a strong couple for all of high school, until the end of senior year. Heather was going to college, and Ben was not. Heather broke things off, the week before she left. Ben wasn’t expecting the redhead to break up with him, it hit him like a truck. The fall after graduation was hard, he started drinking more, and hooked up with whomever he could. Ben was starting to fall off the edge, and was simply waiting for the last thing to push him over. 

When Ben was 20 his older sister, Courtney, was engaged to her long term boyfriend. Ben was happy to see her be with someone she loved, but he always felt off about her fiance. One day when they were visiting, they had the house to themselves. Ben walked into one of their fights, they were both yelling at full volume, and didn’t notice Ben coming home. He didn’t think much of the fight until he heard a thud, and his sister screaming. Thanks to his quick thinking, Ben found his younger brother’s baseball bat and started hitting the older man with it until he eventually left. Ben dropped the bat, apologized, and left the house for a few days. He rented a motel room. He got his hands on whatever drugs he could find and nearly overdosed. The only thing he remembers that night was calling Heather. She drove from her university to bring him to the emergency room, and skipped her classes to be with him that day. He was able to leave the hospital within a few days. Right after that he went on another bender. 

Ben’s early twenties were filled with booze, drugs, and sex. He slept with countless women, but never formed any actual relationships with them, he couldn’t after Heather, even years after they broke up. When he wasn’t drunk or high, he spent his time focusing on his music. He dove into learning new instruments. He was able to write a few pieces by himself, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it stuck at home, so he moved out of his home with money he had saved up from his assortment of part time jobs and moved out west to Aurora Bay.

Now, Ben hasn’t kicked any of his bad habits, and he still thinks of Heather from time to time, but for now his focus is on music. He found a band to play in as well for which he plays bass. He lives in his apartment with one cat he rescued, when he was able to gather the finances for one.

[jacksonqz]

welcome to jackson DANIELA, RUBY, BECK, ELIJAH, WESLEY, REED, & AJAX. get some rest -- you have 12 HOURS before your first day on the job. you'll make a fine BOUNTY HUNTER, RADIO OPERATOR, FARMER, & SOLDIER

[ LINDSEY MORGAN ] – have you heard about [ DANIELA MORALES ]? [ SHE/HER ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TEN MONTHS ]. they’re [ TWENTY EIGHT ] yrs old and seem very [ QUICK WITTED]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ IRRITABLE ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ BOUNTY HUNTER ]. they often daydream about [ FRESHLY PICKED FRUIT IN THE MORNING ]. i’m curious to know more. | poppy. est. she/her.

[ SOPHIE THATCHER ] – have you heard about [ RUBY "RUE" COLLINS ]? [ SHE/HER ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TWO YEARS]. they’re [ TWENTY THREE ] yrs old and seem very [ ADAPTIVE ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ ECCENTRIC ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ RADIO OPERATOR ]. they often daydream about [ WATCHING A THUNDERSTORM ON THE PORCH]. i’m curious to know more. | poppy. est. she/her.

[ SOFIA CARSON ] – have you heard about [ BECK LOPEZ ]? [ SHE/HER ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ ONE MONTH ]. they’re [ TWENTY-FIVE ] yrs old and seem very [ DETERMINED ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ SNAPPY ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ BOUNTY HUNTER ]. they often daydream about [ DANCING IN THE KITCHEN WITH REALLY LOUD MUSIC ]. i’m curious to know more. | jaci. cst. she/her.

[ THEO JAMES ] – have you heard about [ ELIJAH KELLY ]? [ HE/HIM ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ 3 MONTHS ]. they’re [ THIRTY ] yrs old and seem very [ COMPASSIONATE ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ DISMISSIVE ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ SOLDIER ]. they often daydream about [ CIGARETTE SMOKED FILLED LUNGS ]. i’m curious to know more. | j, cst, she/her.

[ JOSHUA BASSETT ] – have you heard about [ WESLEY HUDSON ]? [ HE ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TWENTY-THREE YEARS ]. they’re [ TWENTY-THREE ] yrs old and seem very [ INTUITIVE ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ RECKLESS ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ RADIO OPERATOR ]. they often daydream about [ BURYING HIS YOUTH IN A CASKET INSIDE OF HIM ]. i’m curious to know more. | four. cst. they/she.

[ CASEY DEIDRICK ] – have you heard about [ REED MORDAN ]? [ HE/HIM ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TEN YEARS ]. they’re [ THIRTY-THREE ] yrs old and seem very [ PROTECTIVE ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ CLOSED OFF ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ FARMER ]. they often daydream about [ THE SMELL OF SUNDAY MORNING BREAKFAST AT HOME ]. i’m curious to know more. | maddi. est. she/her.

[ BILL SKARSGARD ] – have you heard about [ AJAX ARCHER ]? [ HE/HIM ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ TWO DAYS ]. they’re [ THIRTY ] yrs old and seem very [ ADEPT ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ DISMISSIVE ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ SOLDIER ]. they often daydream about [ BALCONY CIGARETTES AT 2AM, THE CRACKLING OF A WOOD STOVE, DARK CLOTHING - FOLDED NEATLY ]. i’m curious to know more. | kee, ast, she/her.

[lokisprettygirl]

First of all you have no idea how happy and motivated this reblog made me 🥹💚

Mmm I love how you try to look deep into every line .that's my favourite thing about you, you think of me as this genius that I'm certainly not but it makes me really happy 🥰

Hmmm Pierce is well ..he's Pierce. I don't know why I'm picturing bill skarsgard as him 😂

I don't like writing that either but it was really necessary to write that for this series and also to portray how she chose to stay quiet as opposed to struggling 🥲

Unfortunately I cannot deny or accept any of those amazing theories you have but i hope the reveal will be worth it 🥹😋

Marlboro reds are one of my favourites (kids don't smoke 😂) so that was very self indulgent. Daemon is a smart cookie and has a nook for solving mysteries so he'd definitely find his girl, hopefully before it's too late 👀

I think it's pretty clear from their inner thoughts that Daemon took her for granted in some aspects of their relationship and as the time passed he only got more comfortable with the idea of her staying by his side forever which obviously didn't happen.

Scrappy girl is just a cute name he gave her because she was always determined and strong willed in her nature, also a bit careless and reckless.

Again thank you for this wonderful heart touching response to this fic, it inspired me to write the third chapter quickly 🥰🎁

Love you my queen 👑

Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Read Chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 2

Summary: Daemon tries to put the clues together to capture the barber killer. Amidst all the torture all you could think about is him.

Trigger Warning: Rape and torture, 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination, Cigarette consumption, some geographical errors

Note : I changed the name of the fic

“How do you know her?” Daemon asked the man sitting in front of him. Pierce Madej was the last man on your call history.

“We teach at the same school” Pierce told him, he was a tall man, with fluffy hair and hazel eyes, you certainly seemed to have a type. He knew he'd have to keep his personal feelings away from this case, any mistake and he'd be taken off the case since he knew one of the victims.

“And you were calling her at 2 am to discuss grades?” There was a snark in his voice as he questioned the visibly nervous man in front of him.

“No it was her birthday, and..uhhh-”

“And?” He raised his brow as Pierce stuttered on his words.

“Well she had finally agreed to go out on a date with me and we were making plans and now she's uhhh—”

His eyes teared up as he thought about you which made Daemon feel conflicted. Did you like this guy? If yes then did you feel anything more for him than just attraction?

“Did she say anything in regards to being stalked or followed? Anything that stood out in the past week or so?”

“Yeah..well last week she mentioned very casually that she thought a vehicle was following her but she didn't seem very nervous about it–”

“Always have been that way..her own safety wasn't really her top priority “ Daemon mumbled under his breath so Pierce stared at him awkwardly,

“You guys will find her right?” he asked Daemon but didn't get an answer in response. Daemon wanted nothing more than to find you but he had reached a dead end again, the killer he was dealing with was too clever.

“Did she happen to mention the type of car she thought was tailing her?”

“Blue Honda i think.. ..she said it seemed very old and rusty as if it hasn't been serviced in a long time”

“Thank you for your cooperation ..stay in the city for a few days” he nodded as Daemon dismissed him.

His day only got worse when he was informed that a woman named Rebecca Malone who lived in the Holywood area has been missing since last week, she didn't have many people in her life and was used to missing work for days before so nobody really cared about reporting it until now. A lock of her hair was found near her residential area, two abductions in a span of a week? That seemed bolder even for him. All of his previous three victims were found a month apart from each other.

“There has been hysteria going on .. beautiful women in their early thirties are cutting their hair short”

Jake said to him which made Daemon chuckle in response.

“Well that's a smart thing to do isn't it?”

Perhaps what you should have done as well.

**********

You opened your eyes and for once there was light in the room and you weren't on the concrete floor but you were on a bed of sorts, your hands were cuffed, they were cuffed. As the man wearing a robbers mask leaned over you, you closed your eyes and tried to disappear in your head again.

“Did you bring it officer” as soon as Daemon entered your bedroom he found you on the bed, you had a very sexy lingerie on and you seemed very much in the mood. You had been begging him to bring the handcuffs home from work for days ever since he had been promoted to the police officer post.

“You're a very naughty girl, you know that?” He asked you as he took his official jacket off, he looked so good in the uniform, so strong, so magnetic, you felt turned on by him every time you put your eyes on him. That's not how he saw himself but you did, he was the prettiest man you had ever known, inside out.

“Well I haven't exactly been following the law.. officer” he smirked as you said that, you lifted your fingers up to shove aside the hair that fell on his forehead but he grabbed your wrist and handcuffed you immediately.

“Ooooh” you let out an yelp as he attached the other cuff to the bed post

“You have the right to remain silent mam” he mumbled playfully to get into the roleplay but there was a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Mmmmhmm..but i didn't really ask for the cuffs to use it on myself…officer”

Eyes stung with tears as you came back to your reality, you could feel the cold air hit your skin as there were no clothes on your body anymore and you could feel him slathering the lotion all over your skin. Again.

“Mmmm i love your skin..it's so soft..you take care of them don't you” his voice gave you goosebumps, you had read about him in the news, you knew he didn't have any good intentions for you and you definitely knew that he intended to kill you at the end, in a very inhumane and brutal way. The last time you struggled against him, he had made you bruise up from head to toe so this time you stayed calm for your own sake.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why why why? You all ask the same question..I hate that you know” his voice came out all whiny, he took his clothes off but the mask stayed on his face, you couldn't see his face but you saw his eyes, hazel eyes, the little detail made you think of Daemon again but the man that was going to rape you wasn't the man you loved. He never would have hurt anyone like this.

“Is that your mother..that woman?” You asked him calmly and he started to laugh,

“Yeah my mother, i love her, do you like her y/n? Do you think she's nice? You have met her quite a few times i assume”

Quite a few times? You had met her twice while she came and sang you a creepy lullaby before she pricked a needle inside you to keep you dazed and confused.

“Not really”

His eyes flickered as you said that, a scream escaped your lips as he entered you with no warning, you were dry as you could be so the penetration really did hurt.

You wanted to hurl, you closed your eyes as he raped you until he was done with his release, you didn't even know how many days it has been but you had been through this two times already and you weren't sure how long he was planning to keep you. Once he was done he used a disinfectant to wipe you down from deep within, he didn't want to leave a single strain of his DNA on you,

“Who's the other girl ..I hear her” you mumbled between your tears so he chuckled,

“You do take it alot better than her..she screams and screams, might as well have to cut her tongue out” he gave you a smile that gave you chills “Or i send her in here..you could be besties with each other, do what girls do huh..Ask her to be quiet when I'm fucking her..that if she's willing to keep her tongue”

He untied your hands and picked up a long dress he had brought with him and dressed you up, it seemed old, perhaps it belonged to his psychopath mother. Then he dragged you towards the corner of the room to chain you up like an animal again.

After that he was gone, the lights went out as soon as he had left the room and you were forced to sleep on the cold hard floor again, your thoughts kept drifting towards Daemon, oh what you'd have done in the moment to find yourself into the warm and safe bed and in his arms.

You felt the weight on the other side of the bed so you turned around to look, he was finally home, ever since he was promoted he didn't really have much time on his hands and you missed him badly.

“Hey there pretty boy” he turned his head and gave you a smile, he seemed exhausted and you could smell the sweet scent of the body wash he had used in the shower.

“I thought you were asleep” he slipped under the duvet and got on top of you to kiss you sweetly,

“I was..but you woke me up”

“Ouch..sorry” you smiled as he said that

“Mmmm you're worth losing sleep for”

“Fuck I'm exhausted my love ..”

“I know.. sweetheart..you want to sleep?” your voice was a melody, melting in his ears like a symphony.

“I want to be inside you..i want to feel you all around me love”

You bit on your lower lip as he said that

“Mmhhmm?” You pulled his cock out of his trousers while he slipped your panties down from under your silk night dress, he moaned in your ears as you rubbed his length over your slit, coating the tip of his cock in your wetness.

He slipped inside slowly until every inch of his cock was stilled deep into you,

“Mmmm ohhh i have missed you my pretty baby ..”

“I love you so much..don't ever leave me” he whispered in your ear as his hips moved in and out of you slowly. His cock was hard and pulsing inside you but his demeanor was always gentle, he was so soft with you, not that you didn't enjoy it when he was rough but more often than not he was so delicate in bed with you, treating you like a queen and you loved that about him, you loved this man who seemed so tall, scruffy and intimidating but deep down was just a boy who needed love and plenty of it.

His movement halted slowly and then it stopped, and that's when you knew he had fallen asleep so you wrapped your arms around his neck which woke him up and he started moving again

“Hey stop ..you can sleep baby i promise..it's okay..it's okay” you cooed softly so he placed his head between the crook of your neck,

“Let me stay in please” his voice was pleading and it made you feel warm in every possible way.

“I'd love that”

You stepped out of your daydreaming as you heard the cries of the woman, she was probably in the room next to you. And then she screamed, as loud as she could. You pressed your hands up to your ears to ignore her wailing but it was in vain, you could hear everything that he was doing to her.

***********

“Mary I need a favor” Daemon said on the phone as he stepped out for his smoke break,

“I am at work Dae, you'll have to wait until the night” she flirted with him and perhaps he would have indulged her if it wasn't for the fear he was living in all the time. Fear of losing you. Fear of never being able to see you again.

Mary was a crime journalist in the Belfast news, he had met her a few months ago because they were working on a case together. One night she had invited him to her place to discuss the case but they ended up having drinks and sex instead. However right from the start he was clear to her about what he wanted, he didn't want a relationship again with anyone else, it wasn't for him, it wasn't going to work like it didn't work with you so their arrangement stayed sexual.

“Mary he has her..I need to find him..i can't –” he took a deep breath in to calm his nerves.

“What do you want me to do? This guy is like a ghost, all the suspects you had your eyes on are not him..he has no record, he leaves nothing behind”

“Blue Honda ..one of y/n’ s friend slash colleague told us that a week ago she was talking about a blue honda following her..it's weird..none of his victims ever mentioned that”

“Yeah because they're dead Daemon “

“But if that was the case at least one of them would have said something to their friends or family prior to the abduction.. none of them said anything about being stalked”

“Alright..what are you thinking then”

“I need to find that vehicle..anyhow”

As soon as he hung up the phone it rang again and it was his mother this time. Again.

“What?” He snapped at her as soon as he picked up.

“That's not how you greet your mother” he chuckled bitterly as he heard the response.

“Well I'm busy right now, do you need something?”

He asked her in a nonchalant manner and then she told him everything she needed from him. When he got inside he was told that your mother was waiting to see him. He wasn't in the mood to see mothers today.

“Daemon” she immediately ran towards him and hugged him, everyone around him stared at him so he pulled the weeping woman away from him and took her to his desk.

She was inconsolable which was given considering the situation. She begged him to find you before it would be too late, the thought of her daughter succumbing to the same fate as those other victims kept her up all night long. She didn't come here to see him as the detective who was handling the case but as the mother of the daughter who had been with him for five years. That was five years of birthdays and festivities that he had spent with you and your family.

She still considered him her family.

Around 10 at night when he stepped out of the precinct the press from several publications cornered him and probed him for information but he didn't have anything to tell them and even if he did he wasn't going to share it with them.

His mum had invited him to dinner and he needed to buy things for her before he could go see her so he drove towards the nearest Tesco. On the way out of the store a man walked past and bumped into his shoulder with an unwanted amount of force which resulted in him dropping the groceries bags.

“Watch out you rascal” he yelled at the man but the man didn't even look back at him, he just kept walking away. Daemon went down to pick up the bags and that's when he noticed the car that pulled out of the parking lot. Blue honda..rusty and unkempt..

He immediately ran towards the vehicle to get a better look but it was too late and he had already sped away, he didn't give up though, he got inside his car and chased the car but he wasn't able to keep up with it. The frustration he felt in that moment was indescribable.

“God dammit” he punched his fist into the steering wheel ..his instincts screamed at him that perhaps he had found the lead that he was looking for.

He went back to the store and looked for the CCTV footage but the killer had his hood up and a mask on his face, even his eyes were covered by glasses. He enquired about his purchase list and all he had bought was a woman's body lotion and a pack of cigarettes. Same ones he got for himself. The cashier wasn't alarmed by that because it was just one bottle. He was clever. Very clever.

He got the footage taken and sent it out for BOLO immediately before he went to his mother's.

She was at the door to hug him and as always he was cold in his response, he forgave her but he didn't forget what she had put him through all his life.

“Oh my babyy what did you do to yourself?” She asked him as she looked at his bruised knuckles but he just shrugged in response and stepped away from her to keep the groceries down on the kitchen table.

“I got everything you asked for..I'm gonna go now”

“No stay for dinner.. please..we will watch a movie”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as she said that but he obliged. After his father passed she was all he had in the name of family and then he met you. His scrappy girl, there had been a time in those five years where he took you for granted because he thought you'd always be there with him, maybe that's the mistake he shouldn't have made.

It cost him you.

*********

You cowered in the corner as the door opened again, the psychotic mama entered and she sang you a lullaby like she had done from the past two days.

“You need to stop him, he's your son, how could you let him do this to innocent people?”

You asked her so she gave you a sinister laugh and then she left, about an hour later the man entered with a tray of food and a bottle of water.

“Eat and hydrate, I need you to stay hydrated” he grabbed your chin and shoved a water bottle into your mouth so you had no choice but to drink.

“Daemon Targaryen..he's your lover isn't he?” Your eyes widened and then welled up at the mention of his name “Marlboro reds…this is what he got..was keeping an eye on him” he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket to light one up. In a weird strange way the smell made you feel comforted. You closed your eyes and pretended that he was there with you.

“Can I get one?” You asked him so he started laughing in your face while he blew the smoke.

“It's not good for that perfect little skin you got” Your breath shuddered again as he reminded you what he was planning to do to you.

“What is it with you huh? Mommy issues?” your voice was filled with anger and disdain as you spat at him.

“Don't shrink me you fucking bitch” he brought the burning top of the cigarette right near your eyeball but instead of squeezing them shut you just stared right at it.

This couldn't have been your reality right? Once he was done smoking he made you stand up and took your clothes off before he placed you on your stomach against the wall, he doused you in a bucket of water and he scrubbed every inch of your skin with soap.

After drying your skin he did his routine, he covered you in lotion and then he raped you, you didn't scream ofcourse but she did scream.. again. The other woman he had been torturing, she screamed like you thought you'd have, that's the kind of person you had always been, that's why Daemon called you his scrappy girl.

Then where was the fight in you? Why had you given up so easily? You got up from the floor and looked around but the room offered you nothing but a bed that was out of your reach, you couldn't have done anything even if you tried.

********

“I knew you'd come” Mary smirked as she opened the door to a slightly tipsy Daemon.

“I'm not here to fuck..”

“Sure” she crossed her arms so he glared at her,

“I think he bumped into me on purpose”

“What?” She looked at him shocked as he said that.

“That fucking wretched maniac, he bumped into me on purpose, he's taunting me”

“Hang on Daemon..how do you know it was him?”

“I just know..it's an instinct, it's always been with me, how do you think i went from a traffic police to a homicide detective in seven years?” she gave him a smile as he said that. He surely was something, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him and she also couldn't deny the genius that he was in his field.

“What did he look like?” She questioned him as she passed him a glass of wine.

“Like a man, he's tall..he didn't turn around when I hollered at him..but I saw the Blue Honda..old and rusty”

“That doesn't mean he's the killer Daemon..don't get your hopes up”

“Geee thanks for the support I guess”

She placed her drink down on the table as stepped closer to him.

“You need to dial down on the emotions Daemon..you know you can't get your emotions involved –”

“I know that” he looked at her and they had a moment of silence before she leaned into him to kiss him, he was distraught and exhausted and a woman's touch felt nice so he kissed her back but then he thought of you, thought of you being scared and all alone, probably tied and hurt and whatever sexual frustration he felt was gone instantly.

“I can't..I just can't..not today”

“And why is that?”

“Don't ask me dumb questions darling”

“Isn't she the one that did a number on you?”

“Your point?” He glared at her as he pulled her way from him, he did despise you at times for leaving him the way that you did but he didn't hate you, he could never.

He went home that night and looked at every report, every evidence they had found on the victims and the site of the abduction, he surely was missing something but he didn't know what.

And suddenly it clicked. First victim Shonda beau was from Malone, Second victim Nyra Michals was from Ormeau, Third victim Dennis lived in The Holyland, Rebecca was taken from Holywood and finally you Edenderry

Perhaps he was reaching in his assumption but the initials of each area where he found his victims from made an incomplete word --

“Mothe-”

He knew where he'd find the killer next.

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