#he actually gives police officer vibes

[ninjagirlstar5]

*drags Tsurugi by the handcuffs* So I spun a wheel, and it landed on our favorite boy, the Ultimate Police Officer himself, Tsurugi Kinjoooo.

So, the first thing I wanted to mention was Tsurugi's skin tone. Obviously, when you compare his DRA sprite with his SDRA2 sprite, he is FAR paler than his younger self which can be an...odd choice to make. You can probably handwave it as Kinjo simply looking like that cause he's sickly, but with LINUJ's 2022 winter illustration, it's pretty much canon that he was always suppose to be pale. Honestly, the DRA sprites have their saturation turned all the way up to eleven, and in Tsurugi's case it makes his skin tone look darker than what seems to be intended. I used to turn up the saturation up a lot back in middle school while drawing, too, so I won't harp too much about it. Anyway, since this is Tsurugi from DRA before he, uh, got sick, so to say, I decided to try and strike a balance with his skin tone: pale but clearly very healthy (for now). Aside from that, Tsurugi's design was pretty much fine? When you're told that he's the Ultimate Police Officer, you can understand where LINUJ was going with his design, a simple police uniform but it doesn't exactly scream...authority, you know? So I decided to the push the Police Officer theme a bit more by giving him a vest, a radio, and even some gloves! It's also a nice callback to his friend, Kouhei Sasaki, who also wore gloves before he...well, died. Moving on from his Lore(TM), I rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his pants but still have it so long that it covers his ankles, and changed his loafers to sneakers. I don't know, there's something appealing about a serious, no-nonsense Tsurugi taking his job very seriously...while still wearing jeans and sneakers on the job. It kinda shows that he's still a teenager despite being a police officer even though he's so damn young. Kinda fucked up when you stop and think about that. I also gave him a few scars, not many, but mostly cause they're probably hidden underneath his clothes. Tsurugi has mentioned being in some pretty hostile situations (especially the one that involved Kouhei's death) and I doubt he always got out unscathed, so I decided to put one on each arm: a thin scar from a knife, and a star-shaped scar from a bullet. From there, I toned down the saturation of his color palette, and added more black and gold. Fun fact: the color gold can symbolize reputation, which is hilarious considering how much Tsurugi's reputation sinks during DRA, and how controversial he gets in-universe in SDRA2.

Anyways, Tsurugi is going to start a lot of shit, time to run.

[dira333]

Caught a kiss - Amajiki x Reader

for @missalienqueen - hope this was the vibe you were looking for - Follower Celebration Request

You are going to lose your job.

It’s as easy as that and just as painful to accept.

You have less than 24 hours to deliver your final draft; all you’ve got so far are the villain's design, the hero’s parents and best friend, and a rough draft of what you want to happen. Oh, and about twelve crappy drafts of the hero, every single one worse than the one before.

The hero with the strength quirk is just a cheap version of All Might and has been overdone for ages. The hero that looks dark and sinister but is actually a sweetheart reminds you too much of former Pro Hero Eraserhead and you don’t want anyone to accuse you of using your former teacher for your work. 

One should think that coming up with new ideas comes easier after three successful book deals, but the opposite is the problem. 

.

After more than six months of creative block, you cannot hide it any longer from the publisher or your writing partner, but you will be damned if you give up before your time has fully run out.

You get up with a heavy sigh, hoping against all odds that another cup of coffee will solve your problems. 

Just as you push yourself up, an explosion goes off outside, its force strong enough to leave the floor trembling. You stumble, but your balance is off and you knock heavily into your table. Your hip and thigh hurt from the impact but you try to get up, only to be knocked to the other side by the second blast, the explosion even closer this time. 

“Here.” Someone cushions your fall with their body. You look up into a pale face, almond-shaped eyes filled with worry as they take you in. Right. It’s the person who always sits ducked into the corner booth, fully engrossed in a book every time you come in to write. So far you’ve never seen more of him than the messy indigo hair that is not hidden behind his book. You can’t help yourself but take him in now that you’re this close. His mouth is a tight line and his ears… your heart lurches at the sight of their pointed tips. It makes him look like an elf.

“A-A-Are you okay?” The man stutters and you nod, blink yourself out of your stupor only to realize that you’re leaning way too heavily into him. All he did was keep you from falling over and you’re repaying the favor by putting all your weight onto him.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s o-okay.” His mouth pulls into an even firmer line and he looks past you. Whatever he sees has his eyes widening and you turn to see for yourself, only to be pulled down.

“Stay here.” He insists, voice suddenly firm. “Hide in the booth.”

Another explosion rings out, the sound deafening this time. When the ringing stops, he’s gone from your side. From your new hiding space, you can see him, walking upright to the door. 

He’s a dichotomy, soft indigo cardigan wrapped around his lanky figure as if trying to protect him from the harshness of the world, but his steps are firm and his posture speaks of determination. You can tell that he knows what he’s doing in the way he utters short commands to the other people in the coffee shop.

-

The next time you see him is half an hour later when the police are taking statements.

He’s standing a bit to the side and someone must have brought him his hero costume, but you’d recognize that indigo hair everywhere, even if it’s partially hidden by a white hood. 

“I didn’t see much.” You say, eyes never leaving the guy who, in your eyes, saved the day. “After he… I’m sorry, I don’t know his name, but the Hero in the white tunic… After he stepped out, I briefly saw a group of men with black suits and black face paint. And then, a few minutes later, one of them ran this way.” You point down the street. “But he was wearing something else. Something red on his head, like a wig, maybe?”

The police officer gives you a skeptical look. “Are you sure? You’re the only one who pointed that out.”

“I mean, I could be wrong, I’m not sure if it was a wig or not. Did no one else see someone running?”

“They did, but they all agree it was a civilian.”

“No, it was definitely not a civilian. I saw his face and while it didn’t have any facepaint on, it was clear that he wasn’t frightened. He looked pissed. No civilian would run around looking like that after such explosions and a bank robbery going on at the same time, don’t you think.”

“We’ll look into it.” The officer says, noncommittally and leaves you in favor of talking to someone else. 

Your eyes immediately wander back to the hero who saved you and your legs seem to take that as an order to get you over to where he stands.

“Hi.” You start, surprised to see that he blushes instantly, head pulling back into the safety of his hood. “I-I’m sorry.” You start to stutter, “I’m normally not that forward, but I-I just wanted to tell you how amazing I thought you were.”

“T-thank you.” He whispers back and you wait, hoping for something more for him, but if he does say something, it gets swallowed by the booming laughter of a much larger man.

Fatgum, you know him from TV, steps closer. One of his hands lands heavy on the first man’s back.

“Don’t mind Suneater here. He’s a great hero, just a little shy with words. I heard you’re the one who’s convinced she spotted someone fleeing from the scene?”

“Uh, yes.” You try to catch Suneater’s eye but he’s looking at the floor as if he suspects to find the secret to immortal life down there. “But I told the police everything. I’m just good with faces, I guess. I just… I just wanted to say thank you. To Suneater, I mean. Because he saved me, in the coffee shop before.”

“Oh, he did?” Fatgum seems to find that incredibly funny because he laughs again, pulling Suneater into his side to the point that he almost swallows him whole. 

“I think he’d gladly do it again. Nothing too much for my guy. Hope we did not keep you from anything important.”

“Oh, just my draft.” You sigh, before realizing that your drawing pad is still in the shop and you have even less time now to save your job. But, there’s an idea forming in your mind just now.

“Would it… would it be okay, to use you? I mean, your hero persona, or your… likeness, for a manga?”

Suneater freezes up, elbows locking tightly against his ribs. He looks like a wooden puppet, unable to move.

“It’s supposed to be a story about a boy overcoming all odds to be a hero and when he meets the evil villain, he realizes that what he’s learned makes him the most capable to deal with him. I’ve struggled to find a story to tell but if I could… draw a hero that’s a bit shy and didn’t like attention all that much, that could resonate with a lot of children, you know? We’d call him differently, of course, and I could change the looks, but I kinda.. well, I really like your costume, it’s very…” You clear your throat awkwardly, too aware of Fatgum’s growing grin and Suneater’s growing stiffness. “Aesthetically pleasing. Yes, hmm.. It’s the aesthetic.”

“That’s a big honor,” Fatgum speaks up on Suneater’s behalf when the latter seems unable to open his mouth. “As his boss, I give you the okay. But you should leave your card or something with us so that we can have a look at the product before it gets published.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You pull a card out of your blazer pocket and hold it out to Suneater who eyes it as if it might come alive and eat him any moment. So you offer it to Fatgum who takes it with a wide smile.

-

Your drawing pad is still where you left it. You grab a new cup of coffee from the jittery barista and insist on paying for it even though she offers one for free after today’s events. 

“I’ll feel better if I pay for it,” you insist, knowing that there will be enough people taking advantage of it as it is.  

The drink grows cold next to your pad as you draw, engrossed in the story you’ve got to tell now. It’s only the time crunch you’re in that keeps you from going overboard on your hero’s features. You want to stay on the page, take your time until you get his ears right or the exact shade of his hair. In some drafts, it turns out too messy, in others too neat and you wonder if you could ask him to stand model for you, just to get a hang of the way it falls. 

Then it’s the color of his eyes. You thought they’d been a deep purple when you looked up into them hours ago, but it had been but a brief moment and you long to see them again.

It’s way past closing time when the friendly barista is finally annoyed enough to throw you out. You stumble home, eat a sandwich from the vending machine on the way up to your apartment, and get back to drawing. 

Your alarm goes off right after you put down your pen.

Your draft is finished and you lay down for a quick nap that is filled with a now familiar face. 

x

If anyone knew he was here again, Tamaki would surely lose his hero license. 

There had to be some rule against stalker behaviour but he wasn’t going to go up to HR to ask about it. 

The barista nods when he comes in, accustomed to his presence by now.

Thankfully it isn’t the same one as yesterday and this guy doesn’t seem to know he had been involved in yesterday’s shenanigans. This is embarrassing enough without people recognizing him.

He grabs his lavender tea and takes his usual seat, burying himself in the book he brought along today. “Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot - How I came to be” isn’t exactly his top choice of literature but Kirishima had urged him to read it and he might as well.

Nine o’clock comes and goes without any sign of you. 

He has to leave around half past ten and he can feel himself grow more and more anxious the later it gets.

Maybe you are breaking your habit of coming here after yesterday’s events.

He certainly can’t blame you for that. 

Or you realized that he’d been here every time you went there too and connected the dots. 

Surely it has to be that. No one can blame it on sheer coincidence for this long.

He should have just bitten the bullet weeks ago when he noticed you and asked you out then and there or stopped visiting when he felt his interest grow. 

Like a man, his inner voice reprimands him, sounding vaguely like Kirishima.

At ten o’clock on the spot the bell over the door chimes. He turns to look on instinct and feels the book drop into his lap without being able to catch it.

You look tired, to the point he wonders if you’ve even slept at all. Even with makeup, it isn’t hard to tell that you’re going to keel over from exhaustion any second, but still, there is a smile on your face that can rival the sun.

Your eyes move through the coffee shop, shoulders relaxing at the tune that is coming from the speakers. 

Out of habit he moves to pull his book higher to cover his face but finds his hands empty. Before he can realize why that is, your eyes cut to his. 

One, two, three seconds he feels time freeze and his heart stops beating. 

Then, just like the sun rises, your smile changes… into something almost shy and private, something he’s never seen on you before.

You duck your head and walk over, making his heart skip from non-beating to beating too fast. His blood soars in his ears and he still can’t find the damn book to hide behind. And now it’s too late for that anyway because you’re standing in front of him, the shy smile curling around your lips in a way that makes his knees feel way too wobbly.

“Can I sit with you?” You ask and he nods before he can stop himself. 

Your knees knock against his as you slip into the booth.

He takes in a breath and regrets it immediately when he can smell your perfume again. 

“I was hoping I could meet you again.” You say, pulling something from your bag. “I wanted to show you what I draw… I was… so blocked, I couldn’t draw for months but when I saw you, something clicked and I…” You stop your movements, something like a tablet in your hands. You look down in what he recognizes as embarrassment. He’s too familiar with that feeling not to recognize it on sight.

“It’s okay.” He can hear himself say. He’s not sure what he’s even trying to say, but he can feel his lips move and that’s better than what he does most days. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I should say sorry anyway. I’ve been sitting here for weeks trying to talk to you and couldn’t get over myself.”

Wait, he thinks, panic bubbling in his stomach. Did he just… say that?

Your mouth is open, your eyes wide. You certainly look like you heard what he just thought out loud.

“You were trying to talk to me?” You ask. “Why didn’t you-” You seem to realize that he’s starting to sink into himself, that he’s actively trying to merge with the booth and stop speaking. 

That’s it, he thinks. He knew it would turn out this way, he should have gotten over himself sooner.

“Here.” Your voice cuts into his miserable thoughts again, pulling him away from trying to sneak out of the booth. “Look at this.”

You turn your pad to him. There he is, or at least, someone looking a lot like him.

It’s a rough sketch of him, mid-fight. He recognizes the tentacles coming from his hands immediately. When his hands meet the monitor, the page turns and there’s the villain, telling his story of origin. There’s no text, but his face makes it clear that it’s a sad story. 

But there he is again, Suneater saving the day, hugging the villain in the end to prove that even the bad guys can be friends if you treat them nicely.

“If you want,” you say, your voice low as if you’re letting him in on a secret. “I’d like to get to know you better. Not just for this project, but… like… on a date?”

You wave your hand in front of his face. “A-Are you okay? You’re not blinking?”

“Sorry,” he chokes out, digs his fingernails into his arm to pinch himself. Yeah, he’s not dreaming. “I’m…”

“I meant it.” You assure him, put your hand where he just drew blood. “If you want. No pressure though.”

He’s still looking for words when you pull back your pad, clearly trying to give him some space.

“I… have to leave in a few minutes.” He points out, glares at the tabletop to keep his nerves. “But do you want a coffee?”

--- one weeks later ---

You’re already there when he steps into the coffee shop. You’re at work, which he can tell by the fact that you don’t even look up when he slips into the booth and puts a fresh cup of coffee next to your pad.

“Hey.” He gently pats your thigh. A few days ago that wouldn’t have been possible, but you pointed out that it’s the safest way to get your attention without messing up your work and he’s actively trying to get over himself, so there…

“Oh, hey!” You smile up at him, lean back to stretch your back out and move to press a kiss to his cheek. 

His face bursts into flames. Not literally, but figuratively and you giggle against he hot skin before pressing another kiss on his other cheek.

“Missed you.” You say nonchalantly as if that doesn’t make his heart lose a few beats.

It takes him half an hour of passive cuddling to get his heart to calm down and his brain to unmelt before he remembers what he’s supposed to tell you.

“They caught the last member of the group.” He points out when you move to take a sip of your now cold coffee.

“What?”

“The guy you saw, the one wearing a red wig? They caught him. Detective Tsukauchi said your hunch was too good to ignore and they caught him. Turns out he was the head of the gang after all. So you’re the real hero of that day.”

“What? No. It was you. Or Detective Tsukume.”

“Tsukauchi.”

“Exactly. I just pointed out something obvious. Like that.” You press your thumb against the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got something caught there.”

“What is it?” He asks, already anxious as you lean in.

“A kiss.”

His mind goes blank way before your lips meet. 

But, he supposes he doesn’t need his brain for a few more minutes anyway.

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The cop and the cat

Summary: Leon finds a stray kitten outside the RPD building. He doesn’t know anything about cats but he stills rescues the kitten. Reader is veterinary nurse and helps Leon with his kitten.

Warning: fluff/comfort. reader and leon are roughly around the same age (early 20s). just cute vibes all around.

A/N: thought I might give y’all something wholesome after my last few fics :3 also, I don’t often write about RE2R Leon so here’s just a little drab

“If the sun refused to shine, baby, would I still be your lover?” - Ariana Grande, intro (end of the world)

Leon was often too busy in the police force to actually be able to live his life in peace. He would patrol the streets at night to ensure the citizen’s safety, he’d help the old lady cross the street and all of that. He’s a ray of sunshine but don’t let his soft exterior fool you. This man was passionate and dedicated to his work.

One night, he was sent over to a corner near a gas station since someone had called the police, claiming that two people were fighting and pulled out their firearms. As Leon neared the gas station in his patrol car, he saw that everybody had left. He exited the vehicle and with a confused face as he looked around.

He entered the store and walked up to the cashier, “Hey, someone called the cops earlier over a fight. Did they just leave or…?”

The cashier, an old man with glasses sitting atop his hooked nose, looked over at him from his book and sighed heavily. He closed his book and leaned against the cashier counter, “Those little rascals. They’re the chaos of the block. Everyday they pull a mediocre stunt and call the cops. They’re just pranks.” The man has obviously been in this situation before by the sound of his voice.

It was no lie that kids nowadays prank called the police a little too often. But since the police department had told Leon that regardless of a prank or not, they must take every call and situation seriously. Leon sighed and spoke to someone in the walkie-talkie near his shoulder, “This is Officer Kennedy, there wasn’t an actually accident. Some kids prank called the station.”

There was a slight static on the other side before a woman spoke up, “Okay, come back to the station. We’ll deal with the rest.”

Leon looked back at the old man and gave him a tight lipped smile, he felt bad for him but there was nothing much he could do.

He walked out of the gas station and heard a small ‘meow’ coming from the alleyway on the side of the store. He took out his flashlight and slowly walked over to where the sound came from.

The night was dark and a little chilly from the humidity. As Leon began to enter the dark alleyway, he saw a beaten box, ripped and barely holding itself together. He saw a group of kids huddled around it, laughing and sticking a stick inside as they taunted whatever was inside.

Leon sighed and called out to the kids, “Go home, it’s past curfew.” The group of younglings looked over at Leon and hurriedly ran out of the alley. They got in their bikes and rode off to god knows where. With a soft exhale Leon turned back towards the box and slowly approached it, his curiosity at the highest peak.

As he crouched down in front of the box, he saw a small black kitten hiding in the corner. Its tail was curved as its hairs stood up in fear. The kitten hissed at Leon and tried to look intimidating but ultimately failed. He chuckled and slowly picked up the little fur ball.

“Well aren’t you just a lucky fella,” Leon mumbled as the kitten rested on his palm. He stood up straight and flashed his flashlight on the small animal, making sure the kids didn’t harm it. Once Leon saw that the kitten wasn’t hurt, he walked back to the patrol car and sped off to the station.

-

He didn’t know why he took the animal to his apartment. He didn’t know why he was crouched on the floor watching the little baby kitten eat whatever leftovers Leon had.

He doesn’t know anything about pets- especially cats. Sure, he likes animals, but that doesn’t mean he’s actually good at taking care of one. The black kitten stood in Leon’s kitchen, happily eating away the food Leon had given it.

Leon did what anyone would- look it up online. He took out his phone and began to search on Google:

“How to take care of kitten”

“What to feed a kitten”

“How to know if kitten is feral”

For the next following days, with the help of Google and some of his friends, he bought wet cat food, a litter box with cat litter, a collar, and some toys for his new furry friend.

But don’t ask him about the scratches on his forearm. Cats hate baths and he had to learn this the hard way.

His friends came over to his apartment to check up on the kitten, he named it Becky because one of his friends told him it was a girl. And he never questioned it. If someone told him the cat was a girl, he’d go with it. Again, he doesn’t know anything about cats.

Becky has been acting strange after some time. She hasn’t been eating much and doesn’t play as much as she used to. Leon became very worried. If you think being a police officer stressed him, boy this was worse. He became absolutely anxious and paranoid- like a real parent.

One day, he decided to take Becky to the vet since his friends and Google weren’t useful. They kept scaring him and telling him Becky had rabies or that she’s going to die. He needed someone who would take his concerns seriously, so he resulted in going to the vet.

He’s never been in one so when he walked in, he was just as confused and scared as Becky. He hung the pet backpack over his shoulder as Becky anxiously looked around. He walked over to the front desk and spoke to a middle aged lady, “Hey, um- I’m here for a checkup?”

The lady turned to look at Leon and then began to type of the monitor she had, “Alright, what’s this checkup for? Who’s the patient?”

Leon took a deep breath and spoke calmly, “My cat, Becky. She’s been acting weird and hasn’t been eating her food as much.”

The lady nodded and typed away as she spoke, “Okay… have you ever been with us?” Leon shook his head no, “No, this is my first time having a pet.”

The lady paused and looked at him mildly shocked. She took out a small brochure and gave it to him, “Well, since you’re new here’s a list of the services we provide with the prices. There’s also information for pet owners regarding food and shelter. You can wait over there-“ she pointed to a sitting area, “Someone will be with you. What’s your name?”

“Leon S. Kennedy,” He replied as he put the brochure in his pocket.

“Alright, Mister Kennedy. Just wait and we’ll send someone out for you.”

The lady left momentarily and Leon walked over to an empty chair. He took off his pet carrier backpack and rested it on his lap. As he waited, he couldn’t help but look around and admire all the pet owners. Everyone looked like they knew what they were doing except him. He was so nervous and scared for his little girl.

“Becky?” The voice of a girl broke his trance. He quickly looked over at you who had called the name of his kitten. You had your hair was in a low bun, your scrubs were a bright shade of blue- much like everyone else who worked here. You had an iPad in your hands.

“Here,” he shyly raised his hand and you smiled at him with warmth. You walked over to him and spotted the cute little kitten. You looked down at the iPad and began to scroll, “Your name is Leon, correct?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Leon.” You smiled softly, “Okay, Leon, is there a reason why Becky needs a checkup?” You looked at him from the iPad.

I blew out some air before speaking, “Well, she hasn’t been eating as much and she doesn’t play anymore. All she does is sleep all day and I’m getting worried. She’s also gotten skinnier.”

Your face turned serious as you wrote this stuff down on the iPad, you’ve always had a passion for animals. You never made fun of someone for their concerns and Leon noticed this. He felt grateful that someone finally was able to help him.

“Has she been throwing up? Diarrhea?” You furrowed your brows in concern as he shook his head, “No, she barely even moves at times. Sometimes she’ll just stay in my bed all day until I come back from work.”

You hummed and kept going with the questionnaire, “Has she been outside the past 30 days?”

He nodded, “I picked her up from the street a little over a week ago.”

You nodded and then gave him the iPad, “Fill out the information- your email, address, phone number- I’ll go notify a doctor.”

He took the iPad from your hands as you walked away. He skimmed through the questions and answered them as he waited for you to come back.

Once you had come back, you motioned for him to follow you. He stood up, with the backpack in his hands, and followed behind you to one of the rooms.

You closed the door as the doctor introduced himself to Leon, “Good afternoon, mister Kennedy, I assume this is Becky?” The doctor pointed to the backpack as Leon nodded.

Leon laid the backpack on the table in the center and opened it. Becky didn’t move nor did she meow or hiss at anyone. You stood next to Leon as you stared at little kitten. Leon had been able to catch a whiff of your scent, vanilla with a hint of sweat. Must be from all the running around with pets all the time, he thought.

The doctor took Becky into his hands and began to thoroughly inspect her. You noticed Leon’s worried face and chuckled faintly, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. He does this all the time,” you reassured. Leon gave you a weak smile before turning back to his cat.

“You said her name was Becky?” The doctor asked with a raised brow. Leon nodded, “Yeah, why?”

The doctor motioned for you to check Becky and as soon as you did. You tried not to laugh by biting down a smile. “What’s so funny?” Leon asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Becky isn’t a girl… he’s a boy,” you answered with a small laugh.

Leon’s face fell shocked. How could he have not noticed his own cat was a boy. His friends definitely lied to him. Leon ran a hand through his face in shock, “But is he okay?”

The doctor nodded, “He doesn’t seem to have an external injury. Y/n, go get my tools. I want to check something.”

You nodded and swiftly stepped out of the room, leaving Leon alone with the doctor.

You came back with a small metal box containing all sorts of tools Leon doesn’t really know about. But he trusted the two of you.

The doctor began to inspect the kitten’s ears, eyes, paws, and mouth. “I don’t see anything…” the doctor mumbled under his breath.

“Have you checked for missing teeth?” You suggested as you moved over to the check the kitten’s mouth. Your gentle hands slowly parted the kittens mouth open as the doctor shone its light on the cat’s teeth, “Nope. Nada.”

Leon sighed, “There’s nothing wrong with him?” His voice was full of worry and concern. The doctor shrugged as you caressed the kitten, “Maybe he’s tired of the same food. Cats don’t like to eat the same thing all the time, they need variety. How long have you been feeding it wet food?”

“Ever since I got her- I mean him,” you looked over at him and smiled as he corrected himself, “Does he drink water or milk?”

“Water…” Leon mumbled, he knew cats drank milk but he didn’t know until when. The doctor eyes bulged out of his face, “Water? You should be giving it milk.” There was no judgment in his voice, the older man was simply just too shocked.

“I didn’t know…” Leon mumbled back and looked away awkwardly. “It’s fine, he won’t die,” you reassured him.

“We’ve got a few food options for week old kittens down at the lobby, I can help you with that,” you replied softly as the older doctor kept staring at the kitten. Leon nodded and smiled at you, “I’d appreciate it.”

“Well then, looks like this little guy is tired of the same food and has been putting up a tantrum,” the doctor concluded as he put the kitten back inside the backpack.

You chuckled and Leon looked away in embarrassment. His ears red from the lack of information he had about his own pet.

You walked him back to the front desk. He paid for the visit and then followed you to a vending machine with cat food and snacks.

“Okay, so- this is good for oral hygiene, this one’s good for their kidneys, and this one’s good for their pooping habits,” you said as you pointed to different types of snacks. Leon could only stare, he didn’t even know cats needed so much to stay healthy.

“Wow… that’s a lot of things…” he muttered under his breath, you chuckled and nodded. “Cats are high maintenance sometimes. They’re picky with what they want.”

“I can tell,” he replied and looked down over at you, “Which one do you recommend, doc?”

You chuckled again and shook your head, “I’m hardly a doctor,” you looked over at the snacks and then pointed to a blue packet, “Most kittens love this brand, you should give it a try.”

He looked over at your finger pointing to the cat food and nodded. He pulled out his money but you stopped him, “Don’t worry, it’s on me.”

The way you smiled at him sent him butterflies to his stomach. He nodded slowly and put his wallet back into his pocket, “If you’re okay with that, sure.”

You smiled and pulled your card out to pay for the cat food. The vending machine then dropped the pack and you leaned down to pick it up. You held it out to him, “So, is his name still Becky?”

Leon chuckled and took the pack from your hands, “No, I’ll think of a different name. Thanks again, I’ve never had a cat before and it gets confusing sometimes.”

You nodded in understanding, “I get it. It’s okay to not know things, we don’t judge. Here-“ you pulled out your phone and gave it to him, “We should exchange numbers so I can help you with your cat.”

He shyly took your phone and put his number, you sent him a small text to let him know that it was your number that popped on his screen. You both smiled at each other as the moment passed.

“Well, I’ve gotta get back to work,” you replied quietly and took a step back, “Text me if anything happens?”

Leon nodded with a smile, “Yeah- I’ll… I’ll text you.”

He felt like a middle school boy all over again. Something about you made him like you. You were kind, calm, funny… how could he not think you’re cute?

Leon walked back to his car and drove to his apartment.

-

You and Leon had exchanged a few text messages, mostly about his cat whose new name became Walter. He watched Breaking Bad that day it just stuck to him.

Turns out the doctor was right. Walter was silently throwing a fit because he didn’t like eating the same food all the time.

Some of the text messages between you two turned into questions about each other. He told you he was a cop and he told you how he actually found Walter.

You FaceTimed, called, messaged whenever you either of you could.

Leon was so sure that this cat would definitely make his life interesting and now that you were in his life, it would become even more important.

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Welcome to MsMojo, and today we're counting down our picks for the Top 10 Big Time Rush Show Theories!

Okay, I'm not actually MsMojo.

But here are my theories, anyway. They get darker as you go down. You have been warned.

10) Mr. Knight's First Name Is Donald

This wouldn't be complete without a Kendall's Father Theory, so I included three of them.

In "Big Time Beach Party", Kendall's middle name is revealed to be Donald. I'd bet money that this is his dad's name.

9) Mr. Knight Is a Famous Athlete

Mr. Knight is probably a well-known athlete, at least in Minnesota. He was the kind of jock who got all the scholarships and trophies. Since Mama Knight was a cheerleader (revealed in "Big Time Pranks II"), she likely met him during a game. Since he particularly excelled at hockey, it became his main profession.

This would explain why Kendall loves hockey so much.

8) Carlos' Helmet Is a Gift From His Father

The age-old question: Why the heck is Carlos so obsessed with that helmet?

It's simple, really: His dad gave it to him when he was a child. As Mr. Garcia is a police officer, he was probably away from home for long periods of time. Carlos grew attached to the helmet during these periods, because it reminded him of his papi.

This attachment worsened after Carlos moved to California, for obvious reasons.

7) The Jennifers' Origin Story

I actually made a whole poll for this one (which is what inspired me to write this essay).

Until recently, I'd never given this question much thought: How did The Jennifers become The Jennifers? More importantly, why?

Well, I have a few theories. I'll list them in order of most to least plausible.

Theory 1: The Jennifers just happened to meet at the Palmwoods. Once they realized how much they had in common (right down to their names), they decided to form an alliance.

Why? They are insecure and ungainly on their own, so they find strength in numbers. Just look at what happens in "Big Time Prom Kings", when one of The Jennifers is separated from the others. She is shown to be an awkward weirdo.

Theory 2: They're victims of the Industry—that is, they were forced into this "mean girls" act. Their real names may not even be Jennifer.

Theory 3: They're adopted sisters. This means that their parents 1) took them in as babies and named them all Jennifer, or 2) only adopted kids named Jennifer. Either way, their parents are psychopaths.

6) Logan and James Are Only Children

Please don't cite me (or fight me) on this; I am not a psychologist. You can, however, cite this.

Being an only child would explain James' desire for fame/attention: He got undivided attention from his mom (maybe not his dad) as a child, so it carried over into his later years.

Or...maybe he didn't get enough attention as a child. This would've also carried over into his later years. So, really, it could've gone both ways.

It would even explain James' habit of talking to himself/the mirror. He had no siblings to vent to, and something tells me his parents weren't the listening types.

This is why Brooke Diamond was so against the idea of him leaving. Many people find it hard to part with their only child. And, in Brooke's case, the only heir to her company.

As for Logan, being an only child contributed to his social awkwardness. On the plus side, he was more successful academically, since he didn't have to vie for his parents' support. It's the opposite of James' situation, basically.

This is why no other siblings are mentioned in the show. Now, as for Carlos? Well...I got nothin'. He doesn't give off "only child" vibes to me. In fact, I can picture him as the youngest sibling in a big, happy family. Additionally, the odds of all three being only children are pretty slim.

Feel free to share your own theories as to why other siblings are never mentioned.

5) Logan Diamond

This is a wild one, but please hear me out.

In "Big Time Moms", Logan's real name is revealed to be Hortense. Brooke Diamond didn't like that name, so she ordered the boys to start calling him Logan instead.

But...where did Brooke get the name "Logan", anyway?

My first theory was that it's his middle name. Makes sense. Then I thought of another theory that isn't too far-fetched:

Brooke couldn't have just pulled the name out of thin air—she liked that name. That name was special to her.

What if "Logan" had been her second name choice for James? "James" may be Mr. Diamond's name, which is the only reason she went with it.

This would mean that we almost had a "Logan Diamond."

4) Gustavo's Wife Cheated on Him

It sounds funny. But it also makes sense, when you think about it.

Gustavo seems like this big, mean rock (pun intended) who is incapable of any emotion besides rage. However, in "Big Time Secret", he says (after eating Mama Knight's snickerdoodles),

So, clearly, he's been in love at least once.

Here's my take: He had a wife many years ago, before he was a famous producer. But once his fame increased, so did his job-related anger/stress. Growing tired of this, his wife became unfaithful. Eventually, she left him altogether.

This embittered him into the cynical, love-hating Gustavo we know today.

3) James Used to be Bullied

I think James was bullied as a child, before he met the other boys. Maybe he was made fun of for being underweight/overweight. Maybe he was one of those kids who had to wear headgear. Whatever the reason, he was ridiculed for the way he looked.

This is why he's so concerned with looks in his later years. He's afraid of being "ugly" because he's scarred by those bad memories.

2) Mr. Knight Cheated on Mrs. Knight

As I said in #9, Kendall's dad is likely a popular athlete. Famous athletes are often swimming in money...and fans. Mr. Knight would've had plenty of opportunities to be unfaithful. This is what led to his and Mama Knight's separation.

He left his family very little money, choosing instead to spend it on his mistress. Mama Knight was forced to wait tables in order to support her kids (she says so in "Big Time Demos").

So, it's easy to see why the Knights never speak of him. What makes this theory even better is that Challen Cates (Mama Knight's actress) kind of confirmed it in this tweet.

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Before I unveil my #1 pick, here are some honorable mentions:

The Entirety of Big Time Movie Is Carlos' Dream

Think about it—Carlos didn't actually wake up at the start of the movie. The whole thing is just a continuation of his dream.

Jenny Tinkler Suffers From Spontaneous Human Combustion

How else do you explain the random fires she causes? There has been a surprising amount of research on this phenomenon, by the way.

Buddha Bob Comes From a Wealthy Family

This humble maintenance man mentions in "Big Time Fever" that he went to business school. He proves it by rattling off some genuine financial factoids.

Business school costs thousands of dollars. This leads me to believe one thing: His parents are loaded. I wouldn't be surprised if they bribed Mr. Bitters into hiring him.

(Of course, he could've also taken out a student loan. Maybe he's working at the Palmwoods to pay off his debt. I dunno.)

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1) Logan's Father Is Dead

Why is Logan so bent on becoming a doctor? Yes, he's smart. But he doesn't quite fit the profile: He panics under pressure, is easily grossed out, and is indecisive. I would've expected him to pursue a career in astronomy, since it seems to suit him better.

So, I mulled for a bit, and this is what I came up with: Mr. Mitchell passed away from an illness when Logan was little. This is what fueled Logan's desire to help other sick people. It would also explain why we never see his dad—or even hear him mentioned.

This ties in with the "only child" theory, because Mrs. Mitchell probably never remarried. Thus, Logan never had any siblings.

Do you agree with my picks? Please share your own theories; I love to hear them! I've pinned a link to all my Big Time Rush essays (I plan on writing more). And to MsMojo: Please don't sue me.

[adachimoe]

Adachi's Mistake

One of the things that is never explained and seemingly left intentionally vague is Adachi's mistake.

After you hear his stupid bullshit on December 7th, he invites you to come find his real self, and you find him inside the TV. While he certainly says a lot of bullshit, I think this line is actually true. Adachi not taking his job seriously (implication being to the extent of messing up) is a recurring thing in the game, so much that him preparing Namatame to be transferred is something Dojima finds out of character or too serious for him.

Some of the meta text about the game (e.g. Adachi's character profiles) also mention him being transferred due to a mistake he made. So, while he does say a lot of bullshit, I think there's some truth to his mini-rant about this.

But what's the mistake he made? Hmm. I've read a lot of interviews and other meta stuff, and... I dunno lol. It doesn't seem to be in any of the stuff I've read. It seems fun to headcanon and speculate about. Maybe he did the exact same shit he's been doing in Inaba but his old boss was less tolerant than Dojima?

It seems that when this topic comes up amongst westerners, people automatically assume Adachi shot someone? That feels more like being American and assuming every country is America lol. And if we're being painfully realistic, he's a plain clothes detective so he wouldn't be carrying a gun to begin with unless it was a situation where it was deemed necessary that he should have one. (Also, I think I've posted about this before, but if Adachi is really just a gun nut, why the heck did he even become a plain clothes detective? Uniformed officers who work in the field would be more likely to carry one.)

I also think about the situation surrounding and reaction to Abe's assassination 2 years ago. Part of why that was such a huge spectacle is because gun violence there is very different (a lot lower). It gives me the impression that "a police officer accidentally shoots someone" would've been seen as a more major thing. In contrast, Adachi believes the mistake he made was something small, and the meta descriptions written about him in booklets seem to agree with this.

As far as civil servant transfers go in general, I am an idiot and went to read up about that on some Japanese websites. They occur every year around March/April and maybe again in the fall (matches up with Adachi saying he came to Inaba in the spring). It also seems pretty normal for civil servants to get transferred every 3-5 years, though things like "causing problems" can justify why you would get transferred.

Given that it's Adachi, maybe he didn't go drinking after work with his coworkers enough times and he gave them bad vibes so he got transferred, bwaha. Though he did go to New Year's Eve parties, so maybe he was actually a bit more social than I'm thinking...?

Random: I have learned that these "unexplained events" are called "noodle incidents", and I am shocked I recognized the reference... my older brothers used to read Calvin and Hobbes!

[chaotic-starlight24]

Dally's Siblings

Here they are! Back in New York a couple months before their mother died. From oldest to youngest there's-

Ghenrih or "Henry" which is what he goes by, at age 17 Elizaveta or "Elizabeth", at age 16 Dallas at age 9 Finn at age 7 Laila at age 4

If you want all his siblings stories and what happened to them after he left, look under here :) TRIGGER WARNINGS: S**cide, Abuse Mentions

Henry

Henry squinted in most photos he's been in since he was a kid because he desperately needs glasses. He got them once he got out of the house and got a job.

He's quite handsome now, he works as a reporter and kinda gives Milo Thatch vibes. He also has a very loving wife named Lucy May.

He's always had real big ears and when he was young kids would make fun of him for them.

His actual name is Russian but there was a lot of prejudice against immigrants at the time so he mainly goes by Henry. Same case with Elizaveta.

He and Elizabeth were the only ones for a solid 7 years so they were really close. They went through a lot together. They both protected each other a lot from gangs and their father. At the time, their mom was ok enough. So they spent a lot of time around her side of the family. 

He taught Dally how to play cards and how to play marbles. He really loved him but Henry was honestly not around too often since he was trying to make a living. It made him extremely nervous to leave his siblings at home and to leave Elizabeth alone as well. He didn’t trust either of his parents. Especially once the gunshot was fired.

When Dally bolted after their mother was shot, Henry grabbed his coat immediately and bolted after him. But he wasn’t able to catch him. He just stood in the streetlight with shock. He knew just how broken his brother was. Why didn’t he do anything about it?! Now he was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

He helped Elizabeth a lot more after that and took Laila and Finn to his apartment quite often. But he was slowly becoming more busy though it broke his heart to leave Elizabeth to be with them all the time.

Their father ended up in jail for killing their mother and he went to visit him. Henry had to be restrained by officers after he lunged for his father, screaming at him. His father had said things like “She didn’t deserve to be here anyways” and “You think you and your sister didn’t deserve those bruises?!”

They never really had a lot of money so nowadays he still is a bit sensitive about money and food. Even though he’s got a really successful job and lives comfortably.

When he found out Elizabeth died he sobbed and wailed for hours upon hours, days upon days.  He’s still not over her death and can’t even hear her name without tearing up.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth always wears giant, clunky boots. She just likes how they look.

She was the one Dally was closest too. She loved him a whole lot and always told him he was extra special (in a loving way, don’t be weird) he felt kinda bad about joining the gang cause he knew she would be worried, but it was what he had to do.

She was always worried about Dally getting caught up in gangs. She never wanted to have to go down to the police to get any of her siblings out! And she never had to…

She sang all the siblings lullabies at night. They all shared a room and she was the one who knew all the lullabies in their parents’ native tongues. Henry would join in with the ones he remembered, but she was mainly the one singing. The rest of them still hum some of the tunes to this day.

She had such a soft smile. It was beautiful and breathtaking. 

She had a boyfriend that she liked, his name was Teddy. But she became too stressed out about everything and started to shut out everything else. So she broke it off. 

She was honestly the most depressed sibling. She was the main caretaker of them all since their mom was an addict and their dad was barely around except to yell at them all and be violent. It took quite the toll on her but she pretended to be happy for her siblings.

When Dallas ran off after their mother was shot, she was worried sick. She couldn’t find him anywhere and didn’t even know what to do with herself with all that went down.

She worked several jobs while being the main parental figure for all the kids. But it was too much for her.

She felt incredibly guilty for what she was about to do. But life was becoming too much for her. This was her only way out in her eyes. So when she turned 23 she went to the Brooklyn Bridge, and jumped.

Laila was 11, Finn was 14. They got the news from the police. They sobbed as the news was delivered and they were hauled off to an orphanage.

Laila and Finn

Laila is the only one with brown eyes. They’re real big too. 

She used to carry around a beat-up wolf stuffed animal everywhere she went. It used to be Henry’s but he got too old for it. She still has him to this day. His name is “Terry” if you care.

Whenever she and Finn ended up in the orphanage, she was extremely sad. She barely had a clue what was going on and was just terrified. She became a lot more shy and anxious.

Dallas was always Finn’s hero when he was older. He thought he was so cool and tough because of little brother stuff. He was honestly the spitting image of Dallas as he got older. Except Finn has always stayed positive. So he looks like Dallas, if Dallas was happy and not hardened by the world. He also has shorter hair and dimples.

He loved his raincoat so much as a kid. He wore it all the time because he thought it made him look bigger and tougher.

Henry didn’t have the stability to take them in after Elizabeth’s death so he and Laila were taken to an orphanage. In turn Finn became extremely protective of Laila and had very little trust in everyone. He still managed to stay positive for the most part.

They did get adopted though, an older couple named Jeremiah and Kira. They were from North Carolina and came to visit family in New York. Kira wasn’t able to have kids so they gave up on having them a while ago. But then somebody in their family mentioned adoption and they decided to look into the process. Which led to them meeting Finn and Laila.

They now live happily in North Carolina, Finn is slowly adjusting and Laila is coming out of her shell. 

In the Survival AU, Finn and Laila were visiting Oklahoma and while stopping in Tulsa at Cynthia’s soda fountain, they saw him. Talking to his girl, laughing at something his friend said. Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. Laila didn’t even recognize him but was the one to point him out. Cynthia noticed the kids staring at them and brought Dally’s attention to them. Dally’s jaw dropped as soon as he saw the two of them. (I may draw this later) They didn’t even know how to react.

After they met again they told him about Elizabeth which he was not really in the state to take it, it was literally a year after everything went down with Johnny and such. But Henry found out and immediately roadtripped down to see them all.

Dally always thought if he ever saw his family again they would hate him and he would hate seeing them as well. He thought it would remind him too much of the day he ran off. But he honestly started crying with joy when he met eyes with Henry. He tried to keep up the tough guy attitude but when they all hugged he actually started crying. It felt nice to see his family again, the good ones.

[ragingstillness]

Crimes the SVU squad would get up to during the Purge

This post exists because I'm bored.

(This is all in a hypothetical where no one has children in danger and incentive to hide in their homes)

Elliot: property damage. He'd destroy a shitton of Wheatley's properties joyriding and breaking and entering with a bat.

Liv: aggravated assault, she'd beat up her bosses and any criminals who she knew got away with crimes.

Curry: fraud, she'd break into 1PP and rewrite police codes to include anti-racist policies.

Fin: tax fraud, idk exactly why but he gives me the vibe of someone who would 100% take this opportunity to claim inaccurate income on his taxes or health insurance or whatever to set himself up to be better off after the Purge

Amanda: grand theft auto. She's a car fiend, I just know it. She'd steal her dream car and go joyriding with Carisi

Carisi: theft. he'd steal all sorts of expensive books and foods and jewelry for Amanda and fancy suits for himself. He'd be weirdly efficient about it, like he'd have an itinerary

Velasco: trespassing. he'd enter a whole bunch of areas where the general public isn't allowed and just wander around looking at things. he just wants to know what they're hiding

Silva: joyriding. I feel like she owns a motorcycle that she'd take all over the city at unsafe speeds, jumping off of regular stuff like curbs and parks and such

Bruno: forgery. Bruno would break into the courthouse or wherever else he needed to be and forge the signatures of judges and high ranking police officials to help move open cases along

Jet: wire fraud and hacktivism, just her and Adam holed up somewhere rewriting social policy and taking down terror groups

Vargas: none. he'd do a ton of stuff that isn't actually illegal but is socially frowned upon, like flipping off people who bump into him, taking free samples of food he hates and throwing them in the trash, cooking naked in his apartment, walking around his office barefoot

Beck: illegal firearm possession. she'd steal a ton of guns and weapons and hide them all around her apartment

Ayanna: attempted murder and unlawful imprisonment. she'd make sure to be in D.C. during the purge and hold the supreme court hostage until they signed gay marriage and roe v wade into permanent federal law

[jolynesmom]

if it’s okay with you, tell us about your tokyo revengers DR. i’d love to know how you relate to that world, your background story (if that’s okay), and whether you’re part of any gang 🙂🗣

hii, yes omg I would love to talk about it thank you for the request!!

while I really like this dr, it’s definitely one of my more lackluster and simple drs. I usually write more complex backstories for my drs, but for this one I kept it simple for a few reasons + I actually haven’t seen the last season, but I plan on doing it soon and update my script

so basically before baji met the others and formed toman, I moved into his apartment building with my family and our moms became friends instantly because of a common interest and they forced me and baji to become friends too. we hated each other at first because of our literal opposite personalities but after some time we became inseparable. this dr follows the ‘canon’ story from the anime just like the majority of my drs because I just like it the best (well it somehow follows it because I scripted a bunch of deaths and situations out)

so after some time we befriend mikey, all 3 of us start going to his grandpa’s dojo together and after some time we befriend the others and form toman while we’re in our last year of middle school. I aged everyone up because I preferred it this way plus would make more sense irl, so at the moment everyone in toman is finishing up highschool or maybe even in uni (I scripted uni is chill because I couldn’t be bothered to care about studying 😭)

my position in toman is acting vice president because I don’t really like to lead or give orders, but can do it if absolutely necessary when draken and/or mikey are not available for some reason

one very small difference I added in this dr is related to my s/o. I usually don’t script partners because it’s either not on my mind or I’m just curious to see who’d be into me without scripting, but here I added han from stray kids as my s/o because recently he’s really had my attention and I don’t know why, but I just feel like he fits in the tokyo revengers verse/a gang, especially when you think how he used to act predebut 😭

so he’s part of a notorious enemy gang to toman (I didn’t script much about this gang, but honestly I might add some more stuff) and after this enemy gang is brutally defeated by toman they’re going to disband and han will seek me out to join us and yeah

a lot of the time I like to connect my drs with things that happened in this reality to overcome there what I couldn’t do here, and this includes my tokyo revengers dr as well. here I grew up very sheltered and I would always be punished or humiliated by my family if I ever tried to rebel because of their positions in the society I grew up in. in my dr they hold important positions as well (dad is a police officer and mom is a nurse) and me being in a gang without their knowledge is my way of revenge (no pun intended) for both realities. I hate being constrained, and being in a gang, especially as a girl, is my way of saying ‘fuck you’ to my family (and honestly the society I grew up in) for keeping me in chains. I know they only wanted the best for me but it really messed me up as I grew up

also growing up I never had male friends, let alone best friends, because my parents didn’t like me hanging out around guys, so I think my best friend being a guy and having mostly guys as friends is going to be a nice change for me, so yeah that’s definitely another thing I’m excited about

another thing I love about this dr for is how it’s set in the early 2000s. I’ve seen a lot of people (esp on tiktok) complain about places they want to shift to being set in the 90s or 00s because they don’t have access to the internet and tiktok and blah blah blah!! y’all are boring!! the 2000s were literally superior in so many ways. I miss so much the vibe from back then and the technology like the funny phones or when the internet just became a thing and people used yahoo and hi5 to talk to each other; it was so great how people were more connected back then and that’s one of the main things I look forward to;

like it’s going to be so fun how the guys will need to come get my ass personally for a meeting because phones back then had a limit on how much you can call and text, so it was preferred to talk in person unless absolutely necessary 😭

most relationships feel so shallow here, so I’m genuinely excited to go hang out with my friends and talk about everything and nothing instead of everyone playing on their phones; I also scripted yahoo and hi5 are the most used social platforms in japan because those were sooo fun to be on

I hope you found my answer interesting!! <3

[snowblossomreads]

After Hours

Summary: In where [Y/n] gets pulled into a late night romp in the office with her partner in crime.

Pairing: David Friedman x FemReader

Tags(s)/Warnings: Office Sex, Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking, Implied Age Gap, Teasing, Penetrative Sex, Are those dom/sub vibes I see?, yes, mention of voyeurism, also both characters are detectives so if bothers you

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: LOLOL I'M HERE AGAIN SURPRISE! I am on a roll right now as you can see and I hope it continues to go that way (she's very horny for this one old man as you see) Also don't fuck in the evidence room in the police department I'm pretty sure it's illegal.

Shout-out to @smilingformoney for enabling me and giving me horny ideas to write for this old man while also writing horny fics for this man😌😌. Iysm this is for you and I hope you enjoy a lil southern Alan💖💖💖.

MDNI!

"D-Dave what are you doing," [Y/n] hissed under her breath as she found herself being dragged into the evidence room of the station and pushed against one of the many shelves that littered the room with items on them.

She had only come down to check on the man who was now currently kissing her neck hungrily because he hadn't come back after half an hour. And being alone in the precinct in the middle of the night was actually quite creepy even if it was probably one of the safer places in the city.

"Dave! Oh, Jesus fuck slow down," she groaned trying to pry the man off of her as he switched from kissing to sucking at the tender flesh of her neck that had her knees going weak. His hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing at them causing her to giggle even as she tried to push him off. "Oh my god you're gonna get us fired!"

Whether it was the threat of being fired or her trying to push him off that made him stop, it didn't stop the sly grin on his face as he pulled away.

"What? Not likin' me jumpin' your bones in the office while no one's watchin?" He teased, a smirk on his lips as he placed a quick peck on [Y/n]'s. One she happily accepted signaling that she wasn't against what they were doing.

"Now I didn't say nothing about not likin' it detective," her answer coy and a bit breathless as she thumbed the lapel of his dress shirt, "I just think we should you know, make sure the door's locked before someone finds you balls deep in me."

The loud chuckle that rumbled through his chest could be felt by her with how close they were pressed together, and she couldn't help shivering at the feeling. God damn this old man for being as hot as he was, and having such a stupid sexy deep voice.  And damn her for loving him so much that she lowkey would risk getting fired for him.

Never in her life did she think she would end up getting bent over in the police station but here she was about to absolutely let the man in front of her do that. Once he locked the door though.  

"What not a fan of an audience?" He asked releasing her from his grip and taking a few steps back to lock the door as she suggested.

"Oh me? I'm perfectly fine with one, it's you that I'd be worried about."

With a raise of an eyebrow, David was slinking back towards [Y/n]  her eyes narrowed playfully as he caged her against the shelf by putting both hands on the opposite side of her head. His breath tickled her face and the smell of coffee was evident as he leaned down near her ear.

"Really and why's that doll?" He drawled nuzzling the side of her face, causing her ear to tickle again at how gruff his voice was.

"Mmm oh come on Dave you know why," she sighed breathlessly, feeling the tip of his nose glide down her neck, goosebumps growing in its wake before he was nibbling at her neck again.

She was no doubt going to have bruises the next day and she hoped she had enough concealer for it as she didn't need more questions about her love life.

"Naw I sure don't, tell me why doll," he muttered, his hands slipping from near her head to find themselves squeezing at her sides again before one of them began to dive underneath the pencil skirt that [Y/n] had decided to wear today on account of it being paperwork day.

"Ah fuck Dave!" The feeling of his thick fingers moving her underwear to the side and rubbing her dampening slit had her hands reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Her head fell back against the shelf with a soft 'thud' as he began to drag his digits up down her opening collecting her wetness with each swipe. He took his time when he reached her clit that was still hidden beneath her folds.

Fingers brushing against the skin gently before rubbing circles against the flesh to try and coax the little bud out. All while [Y/n] huffed and whined at his touches, her hips jerking towards his hand with each stroke.

"Right there Dave," she sighed softly as his fingers kept stroking her and his lips continued to leave a trail of wet kisses down her throat.

Chills of excitement ran up her spine, spreading all over her as he kept touching and riling her up the way she knew he could.

"Mm right there Dave, please keep going boo~."

Yet at her words, he did the complete opposite. And she didn't know if she wanted to yell at him or burst out laughing because even in the delicious haze her brain was in she already knew what she had slipped up on.

Pulling away from her neck, but keeping his fingers against her David was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and hazel eyes that had a spark of annoyance in them.

"Now what did I say about callin' me that?"

She was right. She was fucking right and she wanted to laugh so much, though she wasn't sure if it was a good idea considering he literally had her in his hands. But she loved teasing him and she wasn't about to pass up the chance.

"Callin' you what?" She teased mischievously, her eyes narrowing and issuing a challenge as she bit her bottom lip to give him a smoldering look in hopes he would ignore the slip-up or at least make it worth her wild.

"Don't go playin' dumb with me now [Y/n]," he hissed trailing his fingers down from her clit to her opening and pushing the thick digits inside her with no warning.

A shriek of surprise left [Y/n]'s lips at the sudden intrusion but it quickly morphed into an elongated moan as he began to curl the digits inside her, stroking the tight walls that slowly began to loosen at his touches.

"Mmm I'm not Dave, I promise," she whined, letting a high-pitched gasp out at the feeling of his fingers thrusting shallowly inside of her as they went in search of something he fully knew the location of. "I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry didn't mean to darlin'."

The change in tone, and in terms of endearment had him smirking as he pressed his fingers deeper in her causing her to squeal and shudder at his movements. Her arms flew up and around his shoulder, as she pressed her front to him hugging him and moaning in his ear as he continued to open her up.

"Oh, so now you remember what I told you when I got my fingers inside you huh?" He hummed punctuating the question with another harsh thrust that had [Y/n] squealing and shaking in his hold as he increased his pace causing her to squirm. "All it takes is makin' your pussy feel good and you change that tune quick right doll?"

"Y-yes, yes," she stuttered out, rocking her hips at his touch trying to guide him to that spot inside her.

"Yes what?" He purred while the hand that was resting at her side slid to her backside. His fingers squeezing and massaging the flesh underneath her skirt before he was raising his hand and swatting her behind causing her to yelp out a startled,

"Dave!"

"Wrong answer doll." And then came another swat that had her shuddering and her insides clenching at the fingers that were still taking their time and toying with her.

Oh. So he was in that kind of mood.

Leaning her head up, she couldn't help but shudder at how his pupils were dilated. Hazel eyes were almost completely covered by his dark pupils and a hungry grim was on his features while he waited for her answer.

Oh, they were so going to get fired if someone showed up wondering where they were and found them like this. Unfortunately, though it was a risk she was willing to take as one of her hands fell from his shoulders to lay on top of his hand that was squeezing her ass. Stroking the top of his hand, she proceeded to put pressure on it causing him to squeeze her harder making her moan.

"Yes daddy," she groaned, kissing his lips softly as he slipped his fingers out of her, giving her clit one last stroke before removing his hand fully from under her skirt.

"That's what I was lookin' for, now turn yourself around. And bend over," he commanded but not before kissing her on the forehead, "gotta teach you a lesson and hopefully it'll stick this time."

She knew there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise and that she would be wasting her breath but she couldn't help but let out an upset groan as she did as he told her.

"I'm sorry," she whined once more, as she turned around to face the side of the shelf. Bending at the waist and outstretching her hands in front of her, placing them on the frame of the shelf while spreading her legs a little.

A strong pang of arousal shot through her stomach when she really thought about what was about to happen. Getting spanked and railed in the middle of the night at her job should not have been turning her on as much as it was but she couldn't deny it as she felt her skirt being rolled up and her damp underwear being pulled to the side causing her to shiver as the cool air of the room met her wet opening that was on display.

A hum of appreciation left David's lips as he caressed the globe of [Y/n]'s ass. The tips of his fingers danced over the warm flesh as they made their way toward her glistening opening. Swiping two of his fingers through her folds, he couldn't help but chuckle at the way she keened and rocked her hips back toward him.

"You'll get some more of that in a minute but we got some countin' to do. Think ten of 'em will get what I told you in your head?"

It was his way of asking her if she was alright with all of this as he went back to stroke her skin. Such a gentleman he was, [Y/n] mused as she looked behind her and caught his gaze.

"Mhm, yes sir," she purred, wiggling her hips and causing him to chuckle as he took his hand off of her for just a second.

"Alright then let's get to countin'."

No sooner had he said that the sound of a harsh 'thwack' of his hand landing on her skin echoed around the room and it was mixed in with a choked,

"One!"

Another smack.

"Two!"

And another just as hard as the two before.

"Three!"

Each number was squeaked out in a higher pitch than the next one as his hand landed on her ass three more times in rapid succession. And each spank had her insides clenching and unclenching from the punishment she was receiving as she swayed her hips from side to side as if she was trying to tempt the man behind her.

"Daddy please I'm sorry, I won't call you that again," [Y/n] mewled, her behind already stinging from the force. As much as she did like a bit of pain with her pleasure, the feeling of arousal in her stomach was bubbling up quicker than normal and she wasn't sure if she could contain herself if it went on much longer.

David seemed to have sensed that yet kept his tone leveled even as he stroked her ass rubbing his thumb against the already sore flesh.

"Now you know I don't wanna hear none of that [Y/n]," he said, "how many we got left now?"

"Four...sir," she whimpered quietly, eyes fluttering close and fingers balling into a fist against the shelf as she felt him dip his fingers just past the opening of her before pulling out. Teasing her insides with what could be inside her rather than what they were doing right now.

Though as if he could read her mind, because he surely knew how to read her body, he made an amused hum as he wiped her wetness off on his slacks.  Good thing they were dark in color.

"Well then I say we hurry up then because from the looks and sound of it you're 'bout ready to combust, aren't you?" He purred lowly placing his hand back on her bottom and squeezing gently causing her legs to feel as if they were about to just give out beneath her.

God damn him and his stupid talented fingers. And her stupid pussy that was absolutely soaked and wanting him to just fuck her.

"Yes sir please 'm not gonna last long." She mewled, leaning her forehead against the cool shelf side and sighing at the contact against her warm face.

"Alright then four more."

If she thought the last four strikes were going to be pleasant just because he seemed to take notice of her need. She (and her butt) were sorely mistaken as the last ones seemed to be even worse. Maybe it was because of the quick break in between but when she finally sobbed out a broken,

"10!"

She had to wonder if she was going to be upright by the end of this as she was sure her legs were actually about to give out this time. Not to mention the way her arousal was dripping down her thighs making the skin sticky and damp as she trembled with a desire that was literally leaking from her.

"I think we've learned our lesson right [Y/n]?" David teased his hand still on the globe of her ass rubbing the skin as if trying to soothe the burn and residual sting licking at it.

"Y-yes," [Y/n] sniffled pitifully, whimpering at his touch to her sensitive flesh.

"Ah yes what doll, don't make me have to give you another 10."

"Yes, I've learned my lesson daddy please," she begged needily, tears that she had tried to keep at bay during her punishment threatening to spill from the arousal burning in her stomach, "please I need you, please just fuck me I won't call you that again."

A little hum rumbled through his throat as [Y/n] turned to look at him, and as if the tears in her eyes were enough, he let out a sigh before saying,

"Alright alright, needy lil' thing you aren’t you. Don't start cryin' on me sweetheart," he said giving her lower back a gentle pat, "since you did so well how 'bout I let you choose what you get?"

Oh thank god.

As much as she would love for him to keep the foreplay up she wasn't sure how long she was going to last on his fingers, or tongue for that matter. And if she was going to come she wanted it to be on his cock especially if it was going to be at work.

"Mmm want your cock, just want you inside me please." She answered with no hesitation anywhere in her tone as she turned back around to face the shelf, a sudden burst of energy flooding her veins as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and him unzipping his pants. "Just fuck me please I'm already so close."

"Huh just from a little spankin' doll?" He teased palming at his erection that had been straining in his boxers with one hand as the other one had its fingers brushing and rubbing [Y/n] wetness all over her slick opening making her shudder and moan. "So fuckin' messy back here, all this for me ain't it?" He purred, removing his fingers from her before rubbing her wetness over his cock. Getting himself nice and slicked with both of their arousals and groaning as he fisted himself prepping himself for her.

"Always for you daddy, only want you inside me," she groaned hotly, listening to the slick sounds behind her as she not only proved her want with words but by also taking her fingers and spreading herself open for him.

The sticky sound of her opening herself for him had both of them moaning as David took this as his cue to tap the tip of him at her entrance before slotting the thick head inside her causing both of them to shudder with matching languid low groans.

Taking one more deep breath, he grabbed at [Y/n]'s hip before sinking inside her with one fluid thrust. His cock easily breaching her walls as he slid in with barely any resistance causing [Y/n] to let out a mixture of a choked sob and a broken moan as he easily bottomed out on him. Her cunt fluttered and her body shuddered as it quickly adjusted to having him inside her.

And it didn't take him any time to begin rocking his hips, moving at a steady pace as he began to rut into her. Low pants and groans filled the air along with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as David held tightly onto her waist as he began to thrust.

"Oh fuck daddy yes fuck me fuck me please! Just like that," she begged breathlessly as her insides sucked at him each time he slid back inside of her trying to draw him deeper into her.

Each of his thrusts were met with her whining and him groaning noisily as she squeezed him with everything she had. Her channel rippled and leaked more of her juices as she felt her body trying to give out with each push of his hips against her. All while David was growling out the filthiest things she had heard from him outside of their bedroom.

"Got the hungriest cunt I've ever fucked you know that doll," he panted out gripping her hips roughly and pounding into her with such force that she could barely keep up with each thrust. Each one caused her to slide a bit down before she tried to scramble back into an upright position against the shelf. "Can just hear how fuckin' wet you are, doll. Bet if the whole office were here, they hear loud and clear how good you're getting fucked ain't that right?"

"Oh god yes oh fuck!" She almost yelled out partially forgetting where they were and more interested in the pleasure that was building hotter and hotter in her veins,"you fuck me so good daddy please it's so good!"

"Best this little cunt has ever had isn't it," he growled increasing his pace the sound of their fucking echoing around the room as the shelf  [Y/n] was holding onto shook at the motions. Some of the items knocked into each other and she could have sworn she heard something fall but that was none of her concern at the moment.  

"Mhmm I feel you squeezin' me darlin' think your about to come real soon aint' you."

"Uh-huh please, please can I come, I'm so close," her words came out as a strangled beg as she felt her body about to slide entirely down to the ground. And while she wasn't against getting fucked on her hands and knees, she wasn't particularly interested in doing it on this floor.

She still had standards.

"Please daddy please I c-can't can't hold it anymore," she wailed as her words seemingly spurred him on to fuck her harder causing her to reach a hand back to try and grab his wrist lest she fall.

David in turn took that as permission to grab her hand, yanking her towards him in an upright position and lifting one of her legs by wrapping a hand under her bent knee and bringing it to his side while his other grabbed her waist to keep her from falling over.

A clipped surprise screeched left [Y/n]'s lip at the position that caused him to slide deeper in her as she threw the arm closest to him behind his neck. Her body now angled towards him enough that they could both see each other as they raced towards their peaks.

"Gonna come on my cock aren't you doll," he growled, thrusting in shallowly before pressing and holding himself deep inside of her. "Make a mess all over us for anyone to see if they show up? I bet you like that lettin' everyone know I've been the one fuckin' you all this time."

His words made her shudder as he ground his hips against hers, causing her eyes to flutter shut just as he made her insides flutter with excitement. He had her trembling and making incoherent high-pitched whines that had his cock hardening even more as it began to throb ready to spill itself inside her.

"D-Dave please, I can't," she sobbed as he leaned down to kiss her neck before picking up his pace again, her mouth falling open as she begged him, "please let me come I'm gonna come daddy please."

A smirk crossed his thin lips as he kissed her on her cheek before nodding, his hand tightening around her waist as he began to slowly move his hips again.

"Go on then, wanna watch you rub that pretty little clit of yours while you come on my cock," he drawled huskily watching as she immediately lit up, her free hand dropping down to her front and playing with herself. “And you better scream my name when you come, you hear me?"

She nodded furiously, fingers gripping onto him while her other hand began to rub tight circles around her clit that was throbbing and pulsing with each pass of her digits. Her breathing became erratic and her insides began to seize up with each flick and stroke at her swollen bead. It was like her heart was about to beat out of her chest as she felt her pussy bare down on David causing him to hiss and thrust inside her at a quicker pace.

"Daddy, daddy oh fuck," she panted out her body writhing in his arms as his sensual groans and moans near her ear had her shaking. Her strokes increased in pace and so did his thrust as they pushed themself closer and closer to the finish line with each movement.

The sound of his cock fucking her grew wetter and wetter, increasing in volume as her pussy grew tighter and tighter until,

"Dave!"

His name tumbled from her lips in a watery cry as she felt her stomach tremble and her insides convulse around his cock. The feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him over and over had him growling and cursing loudly as she began to milk him of everything he could give her. His seed came out in hot spurts as her insides drank it all while thanking him with more gentle throbs around him as he emptied himself into her.

It took a moment for them to gather their bearings as they stood there panting and staring at each other with blissed out expressions. [Y/n] moved first going to kiss the man, while running her fingers through his messy hair while he stroked her waist tenderly.

They were both a complete mess as David began to drag himself out of her, a hiss of discomfort leaving [Y/n] due to how sore she felt along with how her underwear went back into place causing all his seed to begin to pool in the ruined piece of fabric when he put her leg down.

A shower was most definitely needed after this.

But there was also something else on her mind as she tried to straighten her outfit to make it look like she hadn't just been fucked six ways to Sunday. Hard thing to do considering she was about to walk limp from this no doubt.

"You know I told you so," she said, turning to look at David who was just finishing redoing his belt, and looking a bit more disheveled than he usually did.

"Told me what?"

"When I said I was worried 'bout you and an audience I told you you would hate it," she grinned up at him as she helped straighten his tie and shirt.

There was a twitch of his lips as he frowned at her, yet amusement glinted in his eyes at her little statement.

"Aw now don't you start with me again about that," he grunted, taking her hand that was messing with his shirt in his own and kissing it.

A giggle left her lips at his action right before he was leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, his five o'clock shadow tickling her and making her giggle even more.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she teased sweetly, laughing as his lips moved over towards hers, nipping it lovingly and causing her to grin.

"Of course you are doll,” he sighed exasperatedly as he watched her eyes shine with mirth. “Now let's get outta here before someone comes lookin. If I 'member correctly I'm pretty sure Matty suppose to be coming in later for somethin'."

The change of demeanor from [Y/n] was frighteningly quick as she pushed herself away from him as if he had burned her, a deep scowl on her face.

"David Friedman have you lost your goddamn mind!" She hissed, bolting to the door, pressing her ear to the cold metal of it and listening to see if she could hear footsteps, "if that man finds us- you know he still has it out for you because of last time Dave!"

"Well that's why I'm tellin’ you now doll, best get a move on," he chuckled watching her open the door carefully and looking around the corner before she turned to look at him. Her eyes still narrowed as she glared at him.

"Also I better be getting late dinner after this David, can't believe I let you- oh lord I can't even," she huffed not even finishing her thought as she opened the door fully and scurried out of it since the coast was clear.

Following behind her he couldn't help but let out a loud guffaw as he watched her grab her purse from underneath her desk before hurrying past him, off to the bathroom to clean herself.

“Late night dinner doll, that’s fine with me,” he teased as she went past him causing her to turn around and stick her tongue out at him before continuing on her way.

Sigh, he was going to be the death of her one day. 

A/N: So glad these horny ones did not get caught. Though I'm sure their coworker will find the evidence room trashed and be like you what the fuck. Anyways I hope all like it, please shout at me about what you think!

See you guys!! 😘😘

[starkillerbass]

Rizzles - Undercover fake dating fic

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„We should practice kissing each other“

Heart racing like she was running a marathon while not being able to look at Maura for longer than a split second, hands sweaty and mouth dry.

„I don’t bite Jane, it’s just a kiss.“

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No warnings

Ca. 3.5K words

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Maura was nervously waiting outside of Cavanaughs office while he and Jane were in there discussing the current case and the idea of going somewhat undercover to lure out her stalker. But maybe this needed a bit longer explanation than just the now.

A few weeks ago Maura had started to receive weird letters and packages in the mail, of course Jane had been on it as soon as possible and even if it wasn’t a murder she had made it her team's job to figure out who was tormenting her. She had said something like “Maur, you’re a part of this team and if you mess with a cop you have to go through their team”.

Maura hadn’t quite understood the sentiment but she was happy to have her friends trying to help her. The letters had started harmless enough, someone writing to her about cases and how they admired her work and professionalism, those letters were delivered to the precinct. The letters that followed were delivered to Mauras home address, which was when she started to feel a bit unsafe. At first the letters sent to her home were still filled with admiration for her work but they also had passages about Mauras looks and her body, something that made her skin tingle, thinking someone was watching her. When Maura finally told Jane about the letters they had gotten even worse, getting more and more graphic with the descriptions of what the stranger wanted to do to Maura.

Once the letters turned threatening Jane had made it her mission to never let Maura out of her site if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, which meant that Jane was living at Mauras house, well even more than usual, and as much as it helped Maura feel safer about the whole situation (also due to the police cars parked on the street) it also made the letters worse, whoever was writing them thought Maura and Jane were an item and the person started to write about how they would gut Jane and then give Maura the relationship she really needed and that she didn’t need to feel bad for cheating with someone like Jane.

Once that point hit Jane also had to take a step back from work since she needed a protective detail now as well. Jane hated the whole situation, Maura knew how much the detective loved her freedom and to feel in control and with this creep somewhere out there they had to look over their shoulders all the time and even had to move to a hotel in the hopes of the letters stopping but just three days after getting there the first letter arrived, taunting Maura for her fruitless try of getting away and hiding and yet making it all about Jane being controlling and abusive. It made Maura fear for Janes safety, something she had done way too much since knowing the unruly detective.

Which was what led them to the now, Jane arguing, loudly arguing, with Cavanaugh in his office because apparently Jane didn’t think it was a good idea for them to play into this persons impression of them. Frost and Frankie had thrown in the idea that for the time being Jane and Maura really should act like they were a couple, play into the fantasy and go to select public events, something the creep wouldn’t be able to miss out on since they had been pretty much hiding away from the world in the hotel.

While basically everyone including Maura thought this was a good idea, Jane had looked like she was ready to puke once her brain had finished processing the idea. It was actually a bit hurtful to see Jane look so pale and standoffish at the idea of having to date Maura. Maura knew that Jane probably wasn’t interested in women, even if she gave off a certain vibe, and that was fine but Maura hadn’t thought that the idea of dating her was so outlandish to Jane.

As to ease off the tension in the room which had been made worse by Frost and Frankie talking about how they were basically a married couple anyway with how they acted around each other, Cavanaugh had taken Jane by the arm into his office. Which meant now they couldn’t hear what was being said but judging from the way that Jane was walking up and down the tiny space in the office, throwing her hands in the air and possibly angrily shouting, it wasn’t going well for either of them. But once they came out Cavanaugh announced that the fake dating plan was on, while Jane looked down at the ground, not meeting Mauras eyes.

Jane thought the whole idea was stupid, she needed to be on the frontlines chasing the guy not acting all happy family with Maura during some fancy outings and sitting in the hotel and she especially didn’t need to act like she was in love with Maura, she wasn’t in love with her, she wasn't even into women and Jane had no idea how she was supposed to fake all that. Of course Maura was attractive, even a blind guy could see that Maura was a catch, possibly the catch of the century, with her amazing body with just the perfectly balanced amount of curves, her dimples and those hazel eyes that could see right into your soul. Which was why Jane didn’t look Maura in the eyes when Sean finally led her out of the office.

She had tried to argue with him about other options, about different approaches, about how she shouldn’t be sitting there and doing nothing when Maura needed her. And all of that Sean used against her, telling her that no matter in what way Jane loves Maura and she would do what’s best for her and right now this was what’s best and what would give Maura the most amount of security, so he talked Jane into it, even if Jane had no intention of doing it at all.

So now Jane was stuck doing some fake dating stunt when she should be out there turning over every rock and pebble trying to find that asshole and personally beating the living shit out of him. That’s what she should be doing for Maura, not holding her hand and walking around like some boyfriend accessory just that it was for Maura and not some guy.

Once Jane had shot everyone in the room a death glare, except Maura, she finally walked over to Maura, holding out her hand for her to take and nodding towards the door “Ready to go home?” Jane tried to be as casual as possible but this whole thing left a sour taste in her mouth.

The only positive so far was that Mauras hands were soft and delicate in Janes hand, who was coarse and rough and not used to something so soft and warm. Jane was never big on holding hands and the few ones she had held were big and hard and always holding her hand wrong, not Maura though, she was as always perfect.

So the next few days were spent in the hotel room and since they didn’t know where the perp was at they needed to be safe rather than sorry, so they needed to be all in love and coupley 24/7. Which meant Maura making them breakfast like she always did but this time it was being served with a soft kiss pressed to Janes temple who at first had felt her cheeks warm up immensely. Whenever Maura was doing something in the hotels kitchen (they had some super boujee apartment, it wouldn’t be Maura if she wasn’t going to go into hiding with style and way too much money) Jane would come up behind her and leave lingering touches at her waist or hip and sometimes her shoulder, something that felt natural enough and could be read as something romantic.

When it was time to watch some tv Jane would sit or lie down on the couch, depending on her energy level, hold her arms open for Maura, who would nestle herself against Janes body, her head on Janes chest or shoulder, torsos pressed against each other and when lying down Maura would lie between Janes legs or their legs somehow entangled with each other.

Jane was never big on cuddling or anything like that, always preferring to have her own space, especially when the men she had dated always had this irritating stubble that might look good but made it damn near impossible to be close to their faces in any sort of way and they never tried to make it comfortable for Jane.

Maura on the other hand was soft and warm and always making sure that Jane was comfortable, always checking in on her and if her arms were alright and all of that. The way that Maura would nestle her head further into its desired spot always made Jane feel warm and loved, something she could very well live with.

And as much as the living together part of acting like a couple was going well and was nothing that Jane really hated or anything, deep down she enjoyed it a lot, they had to go to a fundraiser this night and Jane already hated going to these just as Mauras friend but this time they would come in holding hands, acting like a couple and oh god, they might even have to kiss. They would be the talk of the high society for weeks, just like they had been when Maura had first brought Jane, just this time they were doing what they always thought they were doing. And Jane wasn’t ready to be this domestic and loving and coupley out in the open for the world to see, it was bad enough that Frost and Frankie and Sean regularly came by to visit and always made stupid comments about the two of them and how believable this relationship was.

“We should practice kissing each other.” Maura suddenly said while Jane was procrastinating on the couch and staring holes into the suit she was supposed to wear, nothing against the suit, it was really nice and fit like a glove, like everything Maura bought for her over the years.

“So we seem more believable, it would be quite counter productive if we kiss there for the first time and it looks like one of us is only doing it to do it. I read that when it comes to hiding the truth you should never make up too many lies and when it comes to acting, you should always make sure that you practice whatever you want to do, so it becomes something natural to you, which is why I think we should kiss, so it looks natural at the event.” Maura explained and Jane knew she was right, not necessarily because she thought that it was necessary but Maura wasn’t breaking out in hives and that meant she really meant it and wasn’t lying about it to some degree.

So Jane found herself standing awkwardly in front of Maura hands hanging at the side of her body while looking back and forth from Mauras eyes to her lips and then the room around them, her heart racing like she was running a marathon, hands getting sweatier by the second and her mouth turning drier than the sahara desert.

This felt wrong on so many levels, Maura standing there in front of her, eyes half closed but searching for an answer in Janes face, licking her lips every few seconds and seemingly getting closer to Jane every second that they were standing there. Even with Maura being a good bit shorter than Jane, Jane felt like she had lost all the control of this situation.

“I don’t bite Jane, it’s just a kiss.” Maura finally said, taking Janes hands and placing them on her own waist while her hands wandered up Janes arms, leaving goosebumps behind, to lace together at the back of Janes neck, slowly pulling her down.

When their lips met it took Jane a second until hers were moving with Mauras. God Mauras lips were so soft, so very soft and there was no force involved, just their lips moving in harmony, nobody trying to get their tongue in the others mouth and nothing like that. Just soft lips moving against Janes.

Janes hands instinctively held on to Mauras waist more, pulling her closer, not thinking about anything, just feeling her lips on her own. When they parted for air it was just for a few seconds and then Janes lips were back on Mauras or the other way around, Jane didn’t care, it was all for the job, all for Mauras safety.

And when Jane found herself wearing the suite, walking into the fundraiser with Maura on her arm she felt a strange sort of confidence. So far they weren’t doing anything that they weren’t doing before but obviously the team had done a spectacular job of sprinkling rumors about their relationship and everyone was looking at them expectantly. Like they were animals in a zoo, but Jane didn’t mind too much, it could have been worse than Maura, way worse.

Jane kept on checking the room for anyone that looked like they were maybe angry or disgusted at them but she couldn’t really see anyone and since she needed to be the loving girlfriend and not the homicide detective Jane couldn’t look too much and was way more focussed on Maura and following her around like a lost puppy.

Since the down low version of attending the event wasn’t doing anything so far Jane decided to take things up a notch, for the mission of course, leading Maura to the bar, ordering two glasses of wine for them and hoping to have picked something that Maura would like. Once they were served their wine Jane drank a quick sip before putting the glass back down, since Jane had planned this, she didn’t sit down which left her and Maura with a slight height difference but made them all the more the star of the show.

Gently turning Mauras face to meet hers, carefully stroking her cheek while asking with her eyes if it really was okay for Maura and when she ever so slightly nodded, Jane leaned in.

When their lips met Janes hand wandered to the back of Mauras head, holding her in place, Mauras hands having found their way under Janes jacket, tugging her even closer, which nearly made Jane fall over and in turn led them to giggle for a few seconds before their lips were on each others again. Kissing Maura was addicting, such soft and plump lips and the way her hands were moving up and down Janes sides, made Jane forget about the creepy bartender for a second or two.

She hadn’t even suspected him until she ordered and he somehow pulled out Mauras favorite wine, something that Jane only noticed when Maura really enjoyed her first taste of the wine. It was just a tad bit too uncanny that somehow a random bartender knew that specific wine and got it out when Jane the not wine drinker just ordered to glasses of red wine.

So when Jane finally realized it, she took the next break from the kiss to carefully place a kiss on Mauras cheek close to her ear before whispering in it, from the outside it might look like she was flirting or saying something sexy or like anything like that but in reality Jane was telling her that it had to be the bartender. Maura does the same to whisper “What now?” in Janes ear.

“Oh Maur, let’s dance, the music is just delightful.” Jane said way too enthusiastically and whisked Maura away from the bar and the glasses that were out of their sight for at least a few minutes. Jane wouldn’t be taking any chances with something as precious as Mauras safety. So they ended up on the dance floor nearly until the end of the event and Frankie dressed as their driver picked them back up again.

Thanks to the cameras inside the venue a few days later an arrest was made. Clyde Griffin, the bartender, had been at nearly every function Maura had attended over the last few years, which meant he had also seen her with Jane a lot over the years. He had admired her from afar, for her mind at first and when he thought they were basically in a relationship already he started to desire her body and when it all got a little too real and too much in his head he started writing her, started going to the same coffee shop, started visiting the same gym and basically every public place Maura frequented and to his anger Jane was basically at all of those places as well.

They had him on video putting something in Maura and Janes drink while the two of them were making out at the bar, something that caused Jane to burn bright red when having to watch it with her team to check out the evidence they got. And even though nobody said anything Jane had a lot of thoughts and one of them was how nice it had been to kiss Maura and how natural they looked together. It was freaky forJane to see herself with Maura and if she didn’t know the truth, she would have thought they were a real couple as well, all in love and happy together.

All of that left a weird feeling in Janes stomach and normally her gut feeling was her most precise way of feeling situations out.

Since her stalker had been caught Maura was back in her house, she had movers there to basically do over the whole house, even when the guy had been caught Maura felt like her things were already infected with the unsavory gazes of a stranger trying to get into her life. So everything needed to go and new things needed to come in, just make it look different, to make it feel different.

Maybe Jane was right and she did tend to shop a lot online when she was stressed. And since there were always new things arriving even when everything was already new, Maura wasn’t too surprised when there was a knock at the door. What she was surprised to see was Jane standing there, an awkward smile on her face and scratching the back of her neck.

“Sorry, didn’t know if it would be cool to use my key, ya know with all the stress you still have.”

“Thank you for your circumspection Jane, come on in.” Maura made space for Jane to get in the house and Jane quickly moved from her spot to get into the house, looking around with confusion written all over her face.

“Maur?” “Jane?”

Jane took a big breath before continuing with what she wanted to say and Maura was scared and yet hopeful as to what it would be.

“Maur, did you like being with me?” It was so careful and open ended that Maura hardly knew what Jane really meant but the sincerity and fear in Janes eyes made her tread lightly, not wanting to jump the gun but have Jane be the one to lead them to it.

“I always enjoy spending time with you Jane, you’re my best friend, I love and trust you with all I have.” It was the truth but Maura knew it could be seen as something a friend would say or someone who wanted more and Maura wanted more but she was scared of Janes reaction, she was scared of Jane being weirded out by it, she was scared that her desire to have Jane in a way that wasn’t reserved for friends made her see things that weren’t there. This whole fake dating thing had been the highlight of Mauras year, being able to love Jane like that even if it was fake was enough to make her heart hurt in the best way possible.

“No, uhm, I mean ya know at the fundraiser and all that.” Jane ran a hand through her hair, Maura knew that she always did this when she was anxious about something, it took her a while to realize that Jane in all honesty was a rather anxious person.

“I enjoyed our time at the fundraiser together to the fullest extent and I understand if that makes you uncomfortable in any kind of way.” Maura decided to go all in, let it out now or never speak of it.

“Really? Uhm I mean, me too, so if I asked to kiss you again but for real this time, you’d say…” Jane was talking fast, nearly falling over her words but Maura couldn’t help but notice how Jane was also moving towards her, like an invisible force was pushing them towards each other. And who was Maura to deny such a simple yet loving request, so she took a step forward and ever so carefully their lips were moving together again, hands finding their place, exploring the curves of each other, exploring the way the other reacted.

[kitkatopinions]

Do you ever look at a rwby character that's training to be or already is a badge carrying law enforcement officer in canon and think to yourself "damn, I wouldn't trust this person to be a waterpark attendant, I wouldn't trust this person to hold my place in a line so I could use the bathroom, if this person offered me a car ride home so I didn't have to walk I would turn them down because I don't trust them to do that."

Because I do. And somehow the fact that they might not make the best hunters is something that's not ever even really talked about in the show, at all.

Yang? Joined the Hunter academies for the thrills, had a wildly out of control temper and tbh still does, showed some anti-faunus discrimination leading Blake around with a laser pointer, and these days responds to conflicts by launching into fight mode and wanting to solve things through violence, plus doesn't seem interested in working if it's boring if her reaction to Jaune's to-do list and her exasperation through V9 is anything to go by. And she's completely rejecting any and all opportunity to recognize flaws and grow as a person atm, and seems to think admitting flaws or rethinking your past choices is villainous behavior based on her 'that's what Ironwood thought' shut down when Ruby started questioning herself and her treatment of Ren.

Weiss? Starts out as a raging anti-faunus bigot suggesting they call the police on Blake and comparing Faunus to trash cans, idolizes her 'hero' grandfather despite the fact that he was a capitalistic billionare who (iirc) tried to strip Vacuo of its resources and built the SDC into the fabric of society. Recently, she pointed what was essentially a loaded gun in the face of an underage auraless civilian because he didn't immediately spring out of the way and let her enter his house - and no, him being her brother doesn't mean that was okay. She also doesn't actually seem concerned with doing actual work if it isn't super big and important and flashy.

Jaune? He wasn't even sort of ready to enter Beacon when he did. He cheated his way in when he didn't even know what aura was, and the only reason he didn't die was because of Pyrrha saving his ass and trying to train him, and even then, he was leagues behind the others and the only reason Cinder didn't murder him at Haven was author-plot armor. But now that he's got twenty some years of work under his belt (which I still really resent) he's also doing things like calling clearly sentient people stupid and treating them like five year olds, and yelling in the face of a seventeen year old that she's responsible for plans he had just as much of a hand in as she did and victim blaming her for being attacked by an evil villain who was trying to murder her.

(To be clear, for the above three characters, I'm not saying 'they point blank should not ever have been hunters because of their traits and/or flaws and/or flawed motivations, I'm just saying that I would've wanted there to be more of themselves and others questioning it and them working on their flaws specifically and squaring away some of their more selfish motivations before becoming law enforcement officers with badges.)

COCO? She likes being feared, her friends lovingly describe her as sadistic, she thinks letting teammates have a say is a sign of a weak leader, she's judgmental towards people from Vacuo, she gives strong anti-Faunus vibes and it's treated like it's okay because she's friends with Velvet, she tells Velvet NOT to fight when Grimm are bursting into Vale in V2 and then leisurely takes her time fighting one Grimm because she apparently can't be bothered to care when civilian's lives are on the line, she makes snap judgements about people for no reason, and also she's a big old hypocrite, and defies authority carelessly.

CARDIN?!?! You would think they would've at least addressed CARDIN properly, as a real actual significant problem, since he was a future badge carrying law enforcement officer who also targeted minorities, and tried to blackmail people, and gave off strong misogynist vibes, and liked knocking around his own teammates when they got in his way. Like???? The only thing we know changed in Cardin's behavior was that he was leaving Jaune and Jaune's friends alone because Jaune had 'stood up to him.' The writers didn't think that it was important that we as an audience got to see him either get hardcore checked and start being not that way, or get expelled and restricted from continuing on as a Hunter due to his behavior? We're just supposed to be like 'oh well, there's Cardin the anti-faunus power play loving blackmailer training to be a hunter, but that doesn't matter because the writers only cared about him to bully Jaune so who cares about him now?'

I'd like to actually engage with this story! I'd like to actually have the story of rwby discuss what being a hunter means and how some of these characters aren't well suited currently to be hunters. The writers have no interest in actually making their characters good Hunters or figuring out what being a 'good hunter' even means (case in point, V9,) and instead just expect everyone to be on board with absolutely no reflection. Why should I think Weiss deserves her hunter badge again? Why should I think Jaune deserves his hunter badge? I don't currently think they should be hunters because I feel like they haven't even thought about if they really want it or would be good at it. Because ever since V2, it's just been a foregone conclusion to the writers that the mains (all dropouts in their first year) are Hunters and deserve it and will be great at it, but they've never actually bothered to convince me of it with some of these characters. They expected their audience to just think it too, and shrug and accept it, and they now refuse to engage with the flaws their characters have either or whether or not their traits are well suited to the task of being a badge carrying law enforcement officer, so... Yeah. I wish that the show challenged the 'of course they're all destined to be hunters' thing.

[lucihens]

i know it's been weeks since the finale and this is likely redundant at this point but because i'm deranged about this show i pushed through the mental illness and finally finished my season 7 wishlist for my birthday. this was once over-detailed and the points were really just fanfic prompts, now the points are non-sensical and probably not even s7 specific. so in no particular order of timeline or importance, likely to never happen and straight from the audrey head canon universe: SEASON 7 WISHLIST.

[if you wish]

general (most could happen in any season and are potentially insane.):

- actual bailan conflict

- wopez baby girl unnamed forever, just for a giggle.

- nyla family maybe? she's an only child to me

- grey angst. like i wanna see him fight someone or something

- monica lasts less than 7A, but we see her a bit. unpopular opinion but she's fun. like that's one of my fav characters from jtv manifested once again on my favourite show.

- celina and lucy get a cat. they'd just vibe with it i know it. tim loathes the cat every time he comes around during their reconciliation era. but loves it.

- fire episode. not just a victim in a fire but like the station or one of the characters house on fire, like oo an arsonist terrorising the characters specifically. (maybe nolan like burn his crib down and cause him pain for once.)

- lucy parents. this is non negotiable. like maybe they're in trouble, being harassed/stalked/held hostage or whatever and she saves them, and they, at least, lighten up on the disappointment.

- lucy cousin [not s7 specific]. i know she has one. like a younger, annoying, freeloading male cousin. just give her some family please. and her nana.

- and an ex-girlfriend but that's free for any season. heir to sappho, lucy chen.

- lucy fighting like 50 guys all by herself and winning.

- lucy going undercover at least once and spanning multiple episodes.

- generally any and all lucy storylines that aren't centered at all around tim.

- maybe give her a female friend her age outside of the main characters. someone who helps her in her career and personally. someone on the same level. and give her wesley too.

- lucy critically hurt like worse than D.O.D

- can you tell i yearn for lucy storylines? like that's my main character!

- characters generally struggling with things outside of work and relationships. like illness/disability. (and not for bailey)

- speaking of struggling (!!!!!):: i really want to see one or all of the main characters struggling with their morality/sense of self as a police officer. like we all know the despicablity of cops irl. we know the rookie knows, see: s3. why can't this be a consistent thing? and not just nolan struggling to not come off as white saviour. like all the characters, both white and non white, experiencing personal turmoil about their position on world affairs and how that would (i hope) completely misalign with the mores of the average cop. especially given the state of the world right now, while uncomfortable, it would be somewhat realistic/relatable to our universe, and would be intriguing to watch (either that or i unfortunately learn that the political views of the rookie tyrants are.....).

- fully explored appearance of a k-9 unit.

- the rookie finally goes back to the multiple patrol calls an episode format and stops trying to be like chicago p.d.

- harper and lopez are given the decency to be treated as two separate careers instead of one forever unit. like i love that they're often together and they are partners in the same job but can we stop segregating the characters into unchanging groups? i know there are often exceptions but spice it up a bit please? mix patrol and detectives. but don't make patrol all about detectiving, and don't make harpez one job and the patrols always on the same case. give them calls away from each other. let them all do their jobs separately so you don't perpetuate the above point too much. (but still keep my family together obviously - it's all about balance.) is this point a jumbled mess? i think. look away.

- celina more interesting. please make her more than nolan's miserably failing boot.

- and give nolan consequences!!!!! let this man learn for once! we see he makes mistakes, but he's magically cool and respected again? make him a watchable character by going deeper than nice guy who wants to do good and well, fails yet is picked back up again by everyone else who loves and adores him so much like!!! where's the pain and conflict!

- nyla with a homeless teen or struggling adult who she helps i just thought of this. i know that woman has empathy that runs deep. nyla centric episodes especially talking about her cartel past!!! and with that more angela backstory like why do the women of the rookie have like 5 backstory points and i could write a whole novel about just one male character's.

- feed me the greatest lucy fits and bring back angela's curly hair i'm on my knees and i'm begging.

- more lgbt+ rep

- more disabled rep

- more class rep, especially in the characters themselves, i wanna see a cop struggling to get by money wise. actually that would never happen for a cop nevermind.

- speaking of poor i want nolan to lose everything.

- i'm not a sadist i swear.

- something for aaron that isn't based on 'i was falsely accused' and 'i almost died' like not saying it's boring but i don't want the writers to lack the creative ability to explore him even more. and celina too, give her something beyond her sisters death. these were great storylines but i don't want these characters to become tired and underused.

- the rookie starts rounding out long running and short running storylines for once. please stop making me say 'wait, that was it?'.

- dear whoever runs the rookie: please take yourself seriously again, i know you can do it baby.

- and stop reading fanfic

chenford specific quick fire:

- tim therapy

- lucy therapy

- lucy discovering herself way outside of tim

- tim brain transplant

- just kidding i love him

- tim more therapy

- tim mother

- tim groveling

- lucy deciding to live a little bit more outside of him until she's ready

- tim just chill i don't want more tim backstory i'm good

- lucy win at work

- tim grovel

- timlucy chill, are cool enough with each other

- friends

- reconcile

- take it slow

- tim grovel and therapy

- lucy undercover as part of finding herself

- friendly enough, tim has no influence in her career now like it or not

- lucy badly hurt, tim crazy

- besties while lucy recovers

- besties again, and actually on screen, like i wanna see all those besties moments that we were only told about before

- tim 'you are my entire world together or not' moment

- getting closer, getting heated, getting to actually talking

- maybe arguing

- like i want my years long head canon of them (tim) blurting i love you in an argument like

- i don't know how the rest goes

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- they kiss the end

[bloodtiesstilllives]

Strange Encounters #4

Today Henry will be traveling to Toronto, but not just any Toronto. Toronto in the 90s.

And who will be hosting him this time?

One Nicolas Knight AKA Sir Knight Nicolas de Brabant

Just a bit of background on Nicolas. He was born in France at around 1200. Life happened and he ended up fighting in the Crusades. The war roughed up his mentals, got him questioning God and all that. This lead him to being seduced into becoming a vampire. He was turned in 1228. Things were going ok for a hot minute, but there's only so much killing (accidental or on purpose) one can do before something's gotta change. He goes through the centuries trying to get right, but then slips, but hey at least he is trying. Finally, by the time of the show, he is in Toronto living his life as a police detective. He aims to not only to pay back humanity for his past actions, he also wants to become human again.

He got vampire married for about a century to the woman who seduced him into vampire life, Janette (She brought him into the fold but didn't turn him.)

But in present day he is working with a doctor in the coroner's office to get back to humanity, even though it pisses off his vampire family.

The doctors name is Natalie. She is in the gif below.

So yeah that's the background on who Henry is going to be hanging around with for the week. Oh by the way...Nicolas is the type of vampire that can't really be around crosses like that...so yeah...

Ok Let's Begin

So to set the stage, Nicolas gets a series of dreams that tell him if an important visitor that will be coming. Nick doesn't doubt that there is something sending him visions. He's been around. The vibes aren't sinister, just an information dump. He gets a visual if Henry.

He even gets a date and time, shown to him via a clock and calendar.

Nick takes the appropriate action to prepare for the arrival. He uses his paid time off for the dates the vision gave him and he even hangs around Janette to get her used to him being around. He isnt going to be drinking from anyone at Janette's club, but he must make sure his guest is provided for.

The date comes and the time approaches. Nick is kinda pissed because he was given damn near every bit of information, but not the where.

He paces his livingroom, wondering about what to do about that as the minutes tick by. He actually got so lost in his pacing that the time came. He stopped his pacing once he heard someone clear their throat.

He turns toward the noise and sees the visitor from his dreams, right there standing in his apartment. It's lucky for Nick that Henry was not wearing his cross around his neck, because that would have been awkward.

They introduce themselves by name. Nick is older by 300 years, but Henry is pretty much royalty and so Nick acts accordingly.

He was going to give Henry the couch, but offers him the bed instead, and Henry happily accepts.

They do the thing where they show each other their vampire faces.

It's cool, they put them away just as quickly as they took them out. Both just wanted to see what's what.

Nick has to lay down the rules. He doesn't know Henry, but again he can read vibes and Henry is pretty chill, but you never know.

He takes Henry to go to the food spot, AKA The Raven.

He sees to it that Janette hooks Henry up with dinner. They hit it off, but Henry is still a little wary. He isn't used to the idea of multiple vampires coexisting in the same territory. And add on top of that, that they are in an alternate Toronto and it takes a moment to get used to. There is no hostility so he goes with the flow, but he is trying to be prepared for anything.

Everything goes well. Henry basically eats and goes. Nick let Janette know they will be back tomorrow. She is super intrigued but will wait for Nicolas to tell her what's going on. Henry is glad that Nick wanted to get out of there because his haunches were up being around so many vampires at once.

The night is still young so they go driving around. Henry tells Nick about 2007 Toronto and they just go to places that Henry hangs around to see what's different and what's the same. Mist of the street names are the same, but all the stores and buildings are different. That's just how they spend their first night. It's pretty easy breezy and entertaining for them both.

Over the course of the week they swap stories. They laugh. They speak full conversations in French, other times in English.

Henry talks about Vicki, her eye problems that took her off the force, and her new life as a Private Investigator.

Nick asks the natural question after seeing Henry all heart eyes while talking about Vicki.

"Are you going to turn her?"

"It would only end in disaster."

Henry just tells Nick everything. First about his turning and the one year time limit. Turning Vicki will not give him a life with her forever.

Nick is shocked. He looks at Henry with a new level of respect, because he can not imagine NOT being able to interact with other vampires. Sure he is trying to become mortal, but that is a choice. He is humbled by the idea of the sheer loneliness Henry must feel.

Yeah there was tense awkward silence for about an hour, but they just went out cruising again after Henry got something to eat, free range. Nick trusted him to not kill, even though he watched him closely.

Henry had a great time, Nick had a great time. They hugged before Henry disappeared. Nick went back to work and everyone commented on how relaxed he looked after his vacation.

[imaginesbymk]

RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie 

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes​ & @aryn-the-bearheart​

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

[saintsenara]

Kingsley/Voldemort? I read exactly one abandoned fic with them a decade ago (the jumping off point was a third party dark wizard encroaching on Britain with a series of murders and they started cooperating because that Voldemort wanted him out of the way without the death eaters finding out he lost control so he needed the aurors' info and Kingsley saw Voldemort as likely the only person who can take the guy down if they ever found him because Dumbledore was already sickly) and it lives rent free in my mind since. If nothing else they would look interesting next to each other.

ok anon, this is unhinged and i am fully on board. you'll find me handing out kingsleymort propaganda leaflets in belfast on saturday.

i suppose the main question in a pairing such as this is going to be what it is that enables kingsley to become corrupted enough to be into voldemort's whole... deal, but actually i think that's rather uninteresting - every man is corruptible, if one offers him the right price.

and what we know of kingsley in canon suggests that he is someone who kind of enjoys fucking with the status quo. other order members who work in the ministry - arthur weasley chief among them - are willing to work for the state without doing anything to react to its blatant corruption [and this isn't just because of the need to maintain cover as spies - when arthur is promoted in half-blood prince it's completely separate from his order work, connected purely to his apparent professional expertise in dealing with cursed and counterfeit objects, and the members of the order who are, in essence, police officers seem to be perfectly happy to follow orders which must emanate from fudge and scrimgeour].

kingsley, on the other hand, spends a full year deliberately wasting the state's time and resources on a fake investigation into sirius' whereabouts - and evidently enjoys himself while doing so. you just know he thought that pretending sirius was in tibet ate.

and this sort of "having a private joke at other people's expense" thing is very much voldemort's vibe. kingsley's fraud has an "i will give you a task my servants would give their right hands for" flavour, although he at least is wasting taxpayers' money rather than wormtail's body parts.

i think they'd end up embroiled in a series of escalating dares - gob bluth and his nameless wife style - until they found themselves in a sort of fuck-or-die scenario.

and i'd tune in.

[asoulwithadream]

hear me out here because i have this idea, and i've been thinking about it for only hour now, and it's almost midnight and i have two major assignments due tomorrow morning but this takes precedence

so buckle up guys, cos sherlock bbc......... but doctor who bbc (this will all make sense in a moment)

I. the characters are absolutely perfect for all the relevant roles, and im sure there are tons of others which i just haven't thought of yet:

sherlock as the doctor: he has the intelligence, the deduction, the spontaneity, the trauma, and some of the humour (current work in progress). i'll admit his charisma can be better but we've seen a few awkward reiterations of the doctor in the past, so i'll let it slide. it'll give him character. his little quirk of knowing the most useless stuff about the most useless things to solve the most important cases but in space could be such an interesting perspective to see, and look at what the writers come up with surrounding the details of the galactic environments. and to be honest, the doctor themselves are already essentially a consulting detective, the only difference being that they hire themselves. plus, i feel like he would be oddly extremely attached to his tardis, and maybe his screwdriver could have like a collapsable magnifying glass at the other end, just for shits and giggles. he'd also remind me of twelve a bit, and not just because of the cheekbones.dr

john watson as the companion: he has the morals which the doctor sometimes lacks, the rational thinking, he's the emotional support for the over-the-top doctor, he essentially fulfils every role of a companion. we can see how it fits in with his sherlock bbc character too: as many of the doctor's companions, he learns over time and actually becomes higher-than-averagely adept at working out solutions for problems. hes so wonderfully human, and it would fit well with the alien/human dynamic between the doctor and his companion. and i feel like john would have big rory energy. we haven't even taken in the consideration of the "the doctor. which one?" jokes.

jim moriarty as the master: don't tell me you can't see it, because you know deep down that i am right. both the master and moriarty are chaos loving antagonistic figures, charming and charismatic, full of ambition to control whatever they can and whoever they want, yet they focus on what they may consider their homoerotic arch-rival. plus, they're commonly referred to with a name beginning with the letter "m" (which is literally just bonus points!) and just imagine the possibilities of a female moriarty. like fuck off that's too much for my blood pressure. (eurus?????)

irene adler as river song: it's the vibe, it's the attitude, it's the intelligence. irene would be such a good river: she's independent, a borderline criminal, and witty beyond anyones comprehension. however, in this case irene would be a mix of both the irene from the book and from the show, since she's substantially smarter in terms of "who has the biggest brains" in the books rather than the tv series. nevertheless, i would still like to have her as not a love-interest but a love possibility, edging on that with the maximum being flirts, and obviously john in the background going full rory mode (as mentioned earlier). i just think it would be so neat.

greg lestrade as kate stewart: police/chief officer on earth, usually the one to contact the doctor when the planet is in danger? has some form of kind of stale yet wholesome but confusing friendship with the doctor, where they know both a lot and absolutely nothing about him? i think it fits the criteria for greg lestrade perfectly, and i love that it adds the possibility of banter between sherlock's doctor and chief greg of unit.

mycroft holmes as a member of the high gallifreyan council: what could the doctor consider to be the greatest nuisance, and what has recordedly tampered with his relationships and plans and life in the past? the council of his home planet, which could realistically allow for one of the doctor's brothers to be part of the council, and possibly even be it's leader. however, a cool dynamic which i think could be explored is that mycroft wouldn't be the head of the council but rather a side yet very important member, who can slightly interefere with the council's plan to assist his brother sometimes, only sticking by the rules if he disagrees entirely with the doctor. what his time-lord name could be? the officer, the official (something like that), though i'd appreciate name ideas

mrs hudson as sarah jane smith: this was a bit hard to decide on, but i think this is by far the most interesting idea i've had for mrs hudson after a solid 5 minutes of looking up characters. i can see mrs hudson, or martha as she'd be called then, act as a companion for the doctor in a previous reincarnation many years ago, like in the 70s or 80s, otherwise staying at home at 221a baker street, working on a computer and serving cuppas should the doctor and john ever stop by. could give a more alien context to her drug dealing husband; maybe he was caught up in an otherwordly drug scandal, and that's how the doctor and mrs hudson ended up meeting. additionally, i think that she'd also have k9, but he'd be shaped a bit like a bull-dog after the bull pup which john has in the books.

II. the tardis. there are so many ideas for the tardis itself, and i can imagine that she'd kind of resemble a hybrid child of eleven's tardis and the interior of the 221b flat. plus, she could have an address this time: 221b, anywhere. i know it sounds a bit corny, but i wanted to find a way to weave in the famous address into this narrative.

III. wholock.

i just think this is a super neat idea. do reblog with ideas