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5am-the-foxing-hour · 7 years ago

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What about Remy steals Virgil's headphones and Virgil finds out and just tackles him, takes them back, and gives him a good scolding for like 5 minutes and Remy's just like I GOT IT OKAY?! NO STEALING BBY BROS HEADPHONES! Then Virgil flinches from the yelling or something and Remy feels bad so they cuddle and watch movies as a peace treaty. Keep up the good work on this.

- Grape on AO3

Where were they? Virgil looked everywhere, he wasn't sure how many times he lifted his pillows to look under them, nor how many times he looked under the bed, hissing at the dust bunnies who might try to fight back as he reached under it patting around with his hand. But still they were nowhere to be found, Virgil already felt the panic crawl at this throat, this whole day had been nothing but stressfull, and he wanted nothing more than to grab his headphones and blast music as loudly as he could and just ignore the rest of the world for the rest of the night.

Emile had told him that finding ways to recharge was good and even if he pointed out the fact that playing music too loud could harm his hearing, he was glad Virgil at least had something to use as an outlet and not bottle everything up until he snapped like a spring coiled to tightly.

But alas the headphones were nowhere to be found.

Virgil had pretty much turned his whole run upside down in his search, making the normally slightly messy bedroom look like a natural disaster had struck.

"Remy!" Virgil called, stress making his hands shake, he didn't get a reply "REMY!?" Virgil shouted again, enough to make himself cringe at the volume, still not reply.

Virgil left his room squinting at the lights in the hallway as he moved towards Remy's room, he pushed the door open, the room held ho older brother, just the mess Remy was to lazy to clean up. Virgil frowned before he checkend the bathroom, but everything was empty.

What if Remy went out on one of those nightly strolls again? Virgil thought only to shiver at the very thought, no, god please no, Remy would have told him if he did.

Virgil slowly stumbled down the stairs, everything on the edge of to much.

Then he saw his brother dancing in the living room, to music that came from, Virgil stiffened, his headphones that was on top of Remy's head.

"I'm in over my head hey but we'll Sleep when we're dead, Ooh Ooh Ooh, I'm in, I'm in over my head hey but we'll Sleep when we're dead La la la la la la la" Remy sang only making Virgil's sensitive hearing worse, but it was enough for Virgil to force his body to move and he threw himself at Remy who screamed as the two crashed to the floor. "WHA-" Remy jerked as he headphones were torn from him and he jerked his head back to see how Virgil grabbed them both before climbing of his brother.

"Don't take my stuff! I've told you countless times to ASK before taking my things!" Virgil shouted, stress and panic making his voice rise loud enough that it almost turned his deaf, he wasn't sure how long he had ranted before Remy sighed

"OKAY! I GET IT GURL! NOT GONNA STEAL YOU'RE HEADPHONES WITHOUT ASKING FIRST!" Remy shouted, causing Virgil to flinch hard enough that his teeth clanked together as he closed his mouth as he took a stiff step back, shoulders hunched up and he felt how his eyes started to burn.

Remy stiffened when he saw the tears the suddenly grew in Virgil's eyes before rolling down his baby brothers cheeks, making the smudged eye-shadow turn the clear tears black. and he first now got a good look at his brother, the shaking of his arms and hands, the way his breath were stuttered and it was clear he was not in a good mental place.

A sob broke free from Virgil's teeth and lips, and once the first one escaped others followed.

"Oh shit, no no no, baby, shhh." Remy whined in a low voice as he moved closer, hunching forward slightly to not tower over his baby brother, he reached forward hesitating, unsure if his touch would be welcomed or not "Can i touch you?" he asked, Virgil gave away a shrug as another sob shook his frame. Remy pulled Virgil close brushing his fingers trough Virgil's hair. "Shhhh, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." Remy murmured as he moved them over to the couch, sitting down and gathering Virgil in his arms. "Tough day?" Remy asked after a while, Virgil gave away a sad noise and nodded, burrowing his head in Remy's neck.

"I'm- I'm getting-" Virgil took a shaky breath "I'm getting mascara all over your shirt..." he whimpered.

"Ah hush, it is nothing the washing machine won't be able to clean." Remy said lying down on the couch holding the remote. "Wanna watch the Black Cauldron with me? then we can watch the Nightmare before Christmas and other movies." Virgil shuffled a bit before putting the headphones on and nodded, turning in Remy's arms until he was facing the TV "And maybe order some Pizza? or other junk food?"

"Pizza is fine..." Virgil said leaning against Remy's chest.

"Sorry for shouting at you..." Remy mumbled, Virgil smiled slightly.

"Thanks.." Virgil replied as the movie started.

#Sanders Sides #Brothers HC #Sleep #Virgil #text #The fox writes

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love-hrts · 3 years ago

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So I was looking through dA journals...

and found this old meme

I gotta retake it right?

[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted (want to but lazy) [✓] during the summer the only shoes i wear are flip flops (or I’m barefoot) [ ] my favorite toys as a child were barbies (I wanted one but nana laughed) [ ] my favorite colour is pink or purple (one of my fave colors still ish pink.) [ ] I did Gymnastics [✓] I love skirts [ ] hollister is one of my favorite places to shop (I still dunno what this is) [✓] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear [✓] I love chocolate [✓] I've never had a real job (I had four part times, back then I thought that was real) TOTAL: 5 [ ] my hair is almost always straightened [ ] I have at least 8 myspace pictures (none of them are actual pics of me, either... XD) Myspace is dead [ ] I usually go shopping once a week POOR [ ] I love to hang out at the mall with friends (what friends) [ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace or earings [ ] I've gone to a tanning salon [ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim [ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes [ ] I watch either the OC or Laguna Beach [ ] I change my icon weekly [✓] I wear a shower cap TOTAL: 1 [ ] I don't shop at Hot Topic [ ] my cell phone might as well become a part of me (I dun have a cell phone. ._.') I do now, (well a PDA) but constantly lose it [ ] I wear mascara everyday [ ] I've been or am on a diet [✓] bathing suits are adorable [ ] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat. [✓] big sunglasses are hot [ ] I have gotten my nails done before [ ] MTV is one of my favorite channels (I only watch MTV2 cuz of DEATHMATCH!) TOTAL: 2 [ ] all I want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys [ ] I love to have gurls do my hair IF I HAD ANY... GURLS [ ] I give and recieve hugs from all my friends (I checked last time but I counted web hugs and now I don’t) [✓] I hate bugs (Not all of them but a lot scare me now????) [ ] carnivals are so fun! (meh) [ ] Summer is THE best season [ ] my swimsuit has 2 pieces (I’m too ugly...) [✓] I'm waiting for my knight in shining armor (20 years now...) [ ] musicians are so hot [ ] you write me a poem and tell me I'm beautiful and I'm all yours TOTAL: 2 [✓I am self-conscious [✓] I cry often (counting this cuz more often than 2005) [ ] my car smells like vanilla or cherry [ ] my dishes get washed more than once a week(more like month or so...) I’m down to fortnight at most [✓] I don't do sports [✓] I HATE to run (Fun fact I’m seeing a doctor about fatigue! Hooray for lifelong health issues!!) [✓] I squeal when I am surprised or angry (It pisses off nana) [✓] I eat dried fruit as a snack (dried cherries is the bomb) [ ] I love romance novels [✓] Drew Barrymore is so cute (<3) TOTAL: 7 [✓] I dance a lot. (barely LOL) [✓] usually spend an hour or over to get ready to leave my house anxiety... [✓] I only have like 5 billion hair products and they all didn’t WORK!! [✓] I love to get dressed up.(I usually roll out of bed wearing what I wear XD) this is still true except now I wish I put on a cute dress... [ ] every part of my outfit needs to match(Match? what am I? a nazzie?!) I don’t get this comment... then again nazi jokes were everywhere in the oughts... [ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends this one’s sad cuz now I kinda want this????? [✓] I would love to have a photo shoot (mixed but yeah if I were hot yes yeah yes) [ ] I apply lip stuff 50 times a day [✓] I wish I were a model SIGH... TOTAL: 6 [ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton (to kill her) I don’t hate Paris Hilton now but aunno she was the homestuck of the early oughts okay [ ] I have been something that was semi (like a truck? wha what is this..) [ ] I own Uggs [ ] Hip Hop is the best music [ ] I pop my collar (How is this girly? it’s like 80s fuckboy) [ ] I like to be the center of attention [ ] guys with Mohawks are crazy [ ] horses are beautiful [✓] I'd rather not pay attention in school [✓] Cats are adorable :3 TOTAL: 2 [✓] I write my own music [✓] I would love to visit Hawaii (I want to drive one car through all 50 states) [ ] Valentine's day is so cute! [✓] white is better than black (Black is me mourning my lost gender, white is my gender being revived) [✓] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black (I say this and I have a black kitty jumper) [✓] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes [✓] hate the grunge look [✓] I love to read magazines TOTAL: 7 [✓] I love to gossip (blame twitter) [ ] I had Lisa Frank folders/posters/notebooks as a kid (my drawing folder ish a Lisa Frank folder. :/) I don’t understand this comment, 20 year old me... [ ] I love Celine Dion I HATE HER [✓] my bubble baths are 1-2hrs long IF I HAD A BATHTUB [ ] My wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned [ ] My friends and I are in a strict group. We mostly only hang out with each other. [ ] I like little kids [ ] Diet drinks are the best (Die+T) [ ] I'm all about being vegetarian [✓] I refuse to eat at McDonalds When I was homeless we ate at McDonalds for a month cuz dollar burger and GOD it made me so sick NEVER AGAIN TOTAL: 3 [ ] I check my myspace everyday. Myspace is dead LOL and the modern equivalent is... facebook???? which I try very hard to block [ ] I love life! kssshhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOO oh god I’d kill myself if the pain wasn’t too much [ ] I have a lot of jewelry! (more than enough, anyway.) [ ] my screen name(s) have x's in them [ ] either one of my myspace names has/had <3's or in them [ ] I would never want to be the opposite sex I was going “oh hey that changed!” but then I thought “wait sex as in gender or sex as in gonad” and if it’s the latter then I want different gonads cuz I really need to experience pregnancy or it’ll be a problem for everyone... I’ll make it a problem for everyone. [✓] It's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it SIGH yeah okay I guess that changed about me XD [✓] I have more than 3 pillows on my bed TOTAL: 2 Now add up all the total points and put "I am __% girly" for the subject if you steal or get tagged.

I’m 36% girly XD

Not much has changed but honestly what do you expect from a 2005 meme, I like how there’s a trans question, like “if you’re cis and can’t say yes to never wanting to be the opposite sex... maybe rethink that.”

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lethesomething · 7 years ago

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Lipstick

Hello yes, I’ve been obsessing over Mystic Messenger, so have a thing.

So I basically fell in love with 707 long before I ever got to his route (which I'm currently trying to finish), so you can consider this an… innocent au? I guess? Iono man, I just wanted to write about pretty boys wearing lipstick.

707 takes his friend out on a 'girls night' to cheer her up. Ultra-fast-burn friends-to-lovers, in an extremely fluffy way.

"Hmmm, Dollhouse pink?" "No." He pouts and goes back to rifling through your make-up bag. "Oooh, what about this one? Starlet red?" Seven holds out a very bright red lipstick, fluttering his eyelashes at you. "Let me borrow this one." "No." "Aw come on, only for one night. I promise to give it back." "Seven. No." "Seven yes!" "It'll clash with your hair," you sigh. "You wanna look like a clown? Gimme the bag." You hold out your hand and he plops it in. "You want something darker, like a nice burgundy or a sierra or something." Frowning, you search for something that will at least match his general complexion. "What about this?," you say, holding out a very respectable looking lipstick that you, admittedly, have never used before. "Chocolate cherry?" He flops over on your bed. "That sounds boring."

Rolling your eyes, you go back to the search. When did you pick up quite this much make-up anyway? Finally, you see the tube you've been looking for. It's shiny, a silver sheen with swirly black writing on it, straddling the line between classy and tacky in a way that reminds you of Jessica Rabbit. "Here. Femme fatale." His eyes light up at the name alone. "Try it." He takes the tube from your hand and sprints to the mirror, before applying it with a critical look. "What do you think?" He turns around and it's… damn near perfect. The colour complements his skin. It makes his eyes pop, bringing out flecks of gold underneath his glasses. "Well shit," you say. "I'm having second thoughts about this." "Why?" he droops and comes closer, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

"At this rate I'm basically gonna be a friggin wingwoman to the hottest chick at the party, " you sigh. "That looks amazing on you." "Yay!" his face creases into a smile and he jumps up. "Oh but nothing could match the radiance of thy beauty," he holds his hand to his heart and twirls through the room. "Whut." "Did I sound like Zen just now?" "Ya." He winks. "There's nothing Captain 707 can't do. Now, let me show you my outfit." You sigh and shake your head, smiling, as he runs into the bathroom with his backpack.

He wanted to take you on a girl's night out. For research, he said. It'll be fun, he said. Two friends going out and partying, he said. And you, silly as you are, are completely incapable of refusing him anything. So here you sit in your desk chair, leaning your chin on your hand, as your best friend parades through the room in a snazzy looking dress that makes you green with envy. "Where the hell did you get the boobs?" you ask. "That's a secret," he smiles. "They're good though, aren't they? Very squishy, supposed to be pretty realistic. Wanna feel?" "No?" "Are you sure?" "Ok, lemme feel," you sigh, and he shoves his chest at you. They're surprisingly nice. The boobs, that is. B-cup, about the right size for his posture. You're impressed by the amount of restraint it must have taken him to not go for double d's or something.

You give them a squeeze. Squishy. "It's not the first time you're doing something like this, is it?" you mutter. "I sometimes dress up for work. But this time is different." "How so?" "This time it's for fun, and you'll be there!" "Well, lemme tell you, if your legs look better in heels than mine, I'm breaking up with you as a friend." "Boo." He flops back onto the bed and pulls an eye shadow palette out of his bag. "Come help me with this? I wanna do a smoky eye."

The night goes about as well as you'd expect. Seven's BFF persona is loud, flirty, outgoing and at times plain weird. But because 'Lucille' looks pretty damn hot, this doesn't seem to faze any of the guys currently trying to hit her up. You reach for the mace in your purse at least three times during the course of the evening, but you should never underestimate a genius with some Intelligence training. Every time you think a situation is about to escalate into a full on bar fight, Lucille flirts her way out of it, just to come back to your table with some pink fruity drink. "You want this?" he asks, "They keep giving me this stuff." "Buying drinks is a basic way of flirting, Lucille," you say with a lopsided smile. "Well is it bad form to accept it and then walk away?" "No." "Is it bad form to give it to your bestest friend?" "Probably," you say, grabbing the drink and pulling out the umbrella. "But I'm not about to let a perfectly good Cosmopolitan go to waste." "Well, drink up, because there's a spot on that dance floor with our name on it." You have just enough time to gulp about half of the overly sweet vodka down your throat, before you're dragged away, into the thick press of bodies moving rhythmically to something resembling a beat.

"So this is what heaven feels like." Seven lies back on your bed, having just kicked off his heels. He wiggles his toes with a soft sigh. "Yup. I'm impressed you kept them on that long. This is what makes women live for the end of the day. Taking off the heels and the bra." He cups his breasts. "I dunno, these are pretty comfy." "They're fake, Seven." "True, that." You ponder for a moment. "Would you.…like them to not be?" you say carefully. "Nope, I'm good." He sits up and starts pulling off the dress. You look away, face heating up. "So what was all that about, anyway?" you ask the Rocky Horror poster on your wall. "Mmm? Like I said, I wanted to go out with you." His voice sounds muffled as he's wriggling out of his clothes. "I wanted to have fun and you always seem a little uncomfortable when we're out in public together. Like you're afraid of people thinking we're a couple or something." "So your answer was crossdressing!?" you gawp. "I like this outfit! Gurl don't even pretend like I don't rock this look," he says, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. "Also it worked. You giggled like most of the evening." "That's cause I was tipsy from all the cosmo's people kept buying you!" "But you had fun, didn't you?" His voice is suddenly very close and you turn to see him smile gently, smudged mascara and all. You swallow, blinking fast, and then he's gone again, bending over a chair to pick up his regular clothes. "You've been looking down lately, so god Seven descended to earth to take you dancing and lift your spirits," he says. "And get me tipsy," you grin. "Don't forget that part because I will have regrets in the morning." "Ya you really should take care of yourself,"he mutters as he enters the bathroom. "I am NOT taking diet advice from a man who lives on chips and soda," you start huffing, but he returns with a large glass of water. "Hydrate Get!" He plops it on the desk next to you. "I'm going to steal your shower for a bit, if you don't mind." "Mm, go ahead." "Ahhh, you're so nice! Better be careful, or captain 707 will steal not only your make-up and your bathroom, but also your heart." You lean back with a deep sigh and sip water, listening to your friend sing a waterlogged rendition of a Whitney Houston song.

"Hey, does this stuff even come off?" He comes back in a cloud of steam and you fall over, giggling. His hair is wet, skin damp and warm from the shower, and his face looks like a raccoon's. The mascara has been rubbed everywhere but it's still clinging to his eyes like the brave little soldier it is. His lips are Femme Fatale red, only now it's not just his lips, but most of his mouth. "It's waterproof," you say, gasping for breath. "Hold on. Sit here." You pat the bed next to you and get up to grab your make-up remover. "You need special remover to get rid of it," you say, prepping a cotton pad. "Close your eyes." He sits straight, twitches only slightly when you gently wipe the cotton over his eyes. "There's no need for you to be that careful you know," he says. "God Seven is not a delicate flower." You snort. "Well no. You look like a friggin clown right now." He makes a face and reached out to jab you in the ribs. "Ow! Hey! If I'm not careful I'll poke your eye out!" "Ok, ok. I'll be good." He grins widely, sitting back to let you finish. You concentrate on slowly cleaning off his lashes and your own skin could only wish that you'd ever take that much care for it.

"Alright. There," you say after a while. He opens his eyes, gold rising to meet you like a dawning sun. "Better?" he asks. You remember to breathe. "Yup! Just your lips now." "You know this lipstick says it's 'extra enriching'. Does that mean I have super soft lips now?" "Probably," you say, looking away to prep another cotton pad. "Hold still?" He sits obediently, golden eyes watching you intently as you wipe the lipstick from his mouth.

"Almost done," you murmur as you pull away to find a clean pad. "Hey," he says suddenly, voice almost a murmur. "Can I kiss you?" You blink at him, mild shock on probably written al over your face. "While they're still soft," he adds with a smirk. "Seven, your lips won't suddenly go …" you start saying, but your voice trails off as your eyes travel down. His lips are swollen slightly, parted just a little, tinted in the last vestiges of red. There's a gleam in his eye that is somewhere between mischief and desire and you, silly little you, can never resist or deny him. "Ok?" you croak, and he leans in, lips pressing against yours in a move that is both too gentle and too brief to give you any consolation.

You take a deep breath and look up into twinkling gold eyes. "What was that for?" "I've been wanting to do that for a while," he shrugs. "And just then, it looked like you also wanted it. So captain 707 swooped in and took his chance!" "So that's how it is." You shake your head, chuckling. "Too much?" he asks. "You've always been a handful, Seven," you sigh. "But I do know how you can make it up to me." "Oh?" "You're going to have to do that again." "What, the kissing or the dre-" Your hand reaches behind his neck, tugging him closer. "Ohhh. Ok."

#luciel choi #mm 707 #mystic messenger #lethey writes #fluff #friends to lovers #like ultra fast burn #crossdressing #cute things #i am terrible at endings

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slyreaderslibrary · 5 years ago

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CH. 9 Rumors

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Summary: Keeping a secret identity secret is normally hard enough but when you’re as beautiful as Minako Aino you’re bound to have all kinds of creeps and weirdo stalking your every move. Now there’s a cop hot on her trail and she’ll have to be quick on her feet if she’s to keep her identity on the DL. Just what is a gorgeous super-heroine to do?

Keisuke walked up to a nondescript apartment building on the corner of two minor streets with a 7-Eleven a few blocks down. He knocked on the appropriate door and waited until Ueda answered it shortly after, swinging the door wide open to reveal a mass of reddish blond curls atop a rather disheveled, scrawny looking man.

"Finally!" Ueda huffed, waving him in, "I was beginning to think you'd never show. Some of us do have other things to do you know?"

Keisuke clasped his hands behind his back and stepped into the open floor styled apartment. "I apologize for my tardiness. There was an incident on the Rainbow Bridge."

"Traffic accident?"

"No, jumper."

Ueda pursed his lips. "I suppose you were able to talk him down given that you're here now and not calling to reschedule again." He gestured for the detective to sit on the couch and then took the chair adjacent to him.

"He's alive," Keisuke confirmed, not bothering to go into details. "But I'm not here to talk about him. What can you tell me?"

Ueda nodded and then stood, walking into another room to retrieve something.

"By the way, can I offer you anything to drink?" Ueda asked upon reappearing, holding a thin silver laptop.

"No thank you."

"Well then, let me just…" Ueda took a seat and opened the laptop, typing for a few minutes, and then twisted the screen to face him.

Keisuke adjusted the screen and skimmed over the contents, clicking the cursor now and then and scrolling down until he reached the bottom of the file. When he had finished, he pushed the laptop back towards Ueda and sat back in his seat as he processed the information.

"Has this been cross verified?"

"Several times over." Ueda raised a pointed brow, "The data wasn't difficult to collect. I'm surprised the police haven't noticed a similar pattern yet."

"We knew about the populated locations trend. Terrorists generally tend to target areas with high foot traffic. That pattern grew less consistent though when they began targeting single individuals." Keisuke gestured towards the laptop. "I was unaware however, that there were momentary spikes in radiation levels before each attack."

"Not just radiation," Ueda corrected, "although I think it's safe to attribute those to your "so-called" youma. There's also usually several adjacent spikes in energy levels following that burst of radiation that I've concluded belong to the Sailor Senshi."

Keisuke scoffed. "The Senshi are nothing but an urban legend."

"Oh?" Ueda ran his fingers over the keyboard in rapid succession and then twisted the laptop back towards Keisuke. "What do you call them then?"

Keisuke looked to see five women—all dressed in ridiculously short and colorful skirts—yelling at something just off screen. The camera shook as the videographer crept closer, its lens zooming in on the two nearest; a short, blue haired woman and another one with long golden hair. Keisuke's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Something about the blonde seemed familiar but he wasn't sure what. The video continued for another few seconds until one of the women raised her hands and then the video cut off.

"Well?"

Keisuke eyed the other man staring at him expectantly. "All I saw were a bunch of women running around in colorful costumes."

Ueda threw his hands in the air with a disgruntled groan. "You can't film them when they use their powers! It fries the electrical systems if the youma's radiation hasn't fucked it all up already!" He crossed his arms and shot Keisuke a look of contempt. "There's too many stories, too many eye witness accounts for them to be just dismissed as an urban legend and yet no one has been capable of capturing their images. Surely an intelligent man, such as yourself, isn't ignorant enough to outright ignore the possibility of their existence?"

Keisuke frowned, touching the hidden flash drive in his pocket. The camera feed from the bank had been fried following him sucker punching the first robber to the ground but there hadn't been anything or anyone supernatural there. Sometimes technology just crapped out. Then again...something had twisted the AR-15s' barrel unnaturally.

"I can see you've remembered something," Ueda smirked. He handed him a small flash drive. "I took the liberty of making you a copy of my files. Use them wisely detective."

"Not so fast," Keisuke said, eyeing Ueda suspiciously, "If they can't be caught on camera, how'd you manage that video?"

"Please," Ueda drawled, "I'm a genius. I rigged my camera to withstand the initial bursts of radiation and energy surges in order to catch those few seconds. Didn't last long mind you," he shrugged, "but I think it did the job."

Keisuke nodded, satisfied, and pocketed the flash drive alongside his other one and then stood to leave.

"I'll be sure to give this to our analysts and credit you for the information. It may not be able to prevent anything but it will certainly improve our response time. Thank you."

Ueda waved him off. "Just doing my civic duty and all that."

"Yes, well, I and my fellow officers at the TCPD appreciate it."

Keisuke left Ueda's and headed directly for his precinct, hoping to catch Goto before the day's end.

…

Goto had already left for the day by the time he arrived, so he spent the rest of his day filling out paperwork and reviewing his notes. He was just dropping off a short briefing on Commissioner's desk over what he'd learned at Ueda's when Tsuji Gorou, another detective he partnered with some times, walked over to him.

"A few of us are going out tonight to that new club that just opened. You in?"

Keisuke gave the other man a flat look.

"Why would I want to waste my personal time surrounded by drunken idiots?"

Gorou laughed. "Don't be like that. It'll be fun, I swear! Plus, rumor has it several well known celebrities will be in attendance tonight, including your pretty blonde suspect."

Keisuke shot Gorou another look but eventually agreed to go although given her recent history, he wasn't sure if he hoped Aino would be there or not.

~~~

Minako groaned and rolled over, blindly searching for her phone for a few seconds before dragging it to her line of vision. Her notifications indicated she'd gotten several texts. She yawned and opened her text window.

Hey Gurl! Where r u?

Get down x already!

Y's waitin 4 u!

If u don't want him, Ill take him :P

That's right, she'd promised to make an appearance at that new club. Shoot.

Minako flopped back onto her pillow and checked the time. It was barely nine thirty. She could probably swing it.

She hopped out of bed with more energy then she had to spare and slipped into the bathroom to splash some water on her face and add some mascara and glittery gold eyeshadow to her eyes before donning a new backless black dress she'd been dying to wear. A spritz of perfume and a twist of her hair and she was ready to go.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Minako rolled her eyes and turned to see Artemis entering from the window.

"I promised I'd stop by that club tonight, remember?"

Artemis rolled his eyes and hopped onto her bed.

"And I said you needed rest, remember?"

"I've been sleeping since I got home. Besides," Minako said, striking a pose, "I'm already all brushed up!"

"It's dolled up," Artemis huffed.

"Which I am!" Minako grabbed her phone and slipped it into her purse. "Anyway, got to go. Don't wait up!"

…

"I'll get us some drinks!" her friend Momo yelled over the beats of the DJ. Minako nodded that she understood and moved to find them a table. Although she had promised the owners of Kismet that she'd be attending tonight, it had been much too crowded to reserve them any.

Minako paused in her search to take a quick selfie, flashing her signature V and a cheeky grin. She checked the image, chose a light filter, and then posted it to her Instagram with a #girlsjustwannahavefun tag.

"Hey beautiful," said a voice to her right.

Minako turned to see who had addressed her and noted a muscular man in a tight tee. He had a couple friends behind him who weren't quite as built as him but didn't look like they'd been skipping the gym either.

"Are you looking for a place to sit?" asked the man upon catching her attention. "Because my face has a vacancy."

Minako made a face at the crude pickup line but attempted to turn him down gently.

"Sorry, I don't go home with strangers."

She turned to walk away but a grip on her arm prevented her from getting any further.

"Don't be like that baby," said the man, "Stay and chat with me awhile. Get to know me."

Minako slipped her arm from his grasp and put her hands up in front of her, hoping to placate the jerk. She needed to end the interaction quickly before Momo showed back up and the creep got his hands on her as well but Minako also couldn't afford to make a scene in such a public space.

"I'm sorry but I'm here with a friend. I really have to go."

"And I think you should stay."

The asshole moved to grab her again when another club patron stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"She's not interested bud. Move along."

"Who the fuck are you twiggy? I could snap you in half like," the asshole snapped his fingers and smirked but the other man merely laughed.

"I'd like to see you fucking try."

That was all the incentive muscle head needed as he lunged for the other man but the other man was faster and dodged, sending the idiot running into several patrons nearby and ripping the dress of one woman as he attempted to regain his balance.

The woman screamed, drawing the attention of those around her, including her date who then proceeded to take a swing at the muscle head who dodged and shoved the woman's date into the man he'd originally been fighting, as well as several others. His asshole friends jumped to either side of him causing the first man's buddies to join in and transforming the fight into an all out brawl with the addition of the date, who was quick to jump back into the thick of things punching whoever came within arm's reach, which at one point happened to be Minako.

Minako dodged the punch—and dodged a few more things as well—and scanned over the chaos breaking out in search of her friend. Women were shrieking and running away, one man broke a chair on another man's back, and at least two men were on the ground pummeling others but there was no Momo. Minako ducked behind a corner and scrutinized the mess a little closer. There! Momo had hidden behind the bar while the bartender and bouncer attempted to help break things up.

Minako started to go to her but was again prevented from leaving by a grip on her arm.

"And where do you think you're going,"leered the jerk who started it all, pulling her towards him.

"Let her go," demanded a familiar baritone and Minako was more than a little relieved to see it was the detective of all people.

The jerk dropped her arm and to take a swing at the detective but Detective Koizumi merely leaned back a few inches, avoiding the blow.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Detective Koizumi warned him but this only infuriated the other man more. He took several more swings, all easily dodged with a step here or there until eventually Detective Koizumi just smirked and caught the attacker's fist in one hand before twisting it around and making the other man cry out in pain.

"Attacking an officer is guaranteed jail time, you know." He pulled out his handcuffs from his jacket and cuffed his attacker behind his back before turning steel grey eyes on Minako. "Are you alright Aino-san?"

"I'm fi—watch out!"

Minako yanked the detective towards her, throwing him off balance and out of the way of the jagged end of a broken bottle. His leather jacket wasn't as lucky.

Another man tackled the assailant from behind, disarming him in the process.

"Keisuke you okay?"

"Yeah," Detective Koizumi said, inspecting the large gash in his jacket. He frowned and then threw out a hand to help the other man up. " Thanks for the assist Gorou."

"No problem," Gorou grinned. "Aren't you glad you came out now?"

Minako watched in amusement as the detective leveled his friend with a flat stare while several other officers rounded up brawlers in the background. She should probably see to her own friend since the fight seemed to be calming down.

"Thanks for your help detective," Minako smiled, flushing just the slightest when both men turned to look at her. She raised her brow knowingly and inwardly cheered when both men leaned closer. "Your timing was impeccable as always."

"I wouldn't need to be if you could manage to stay out of trouble," Detective Koizumi smirked, shrugging out of his jacket. He grabbed something out of its pocket and then draped the jacket over her shoulders. "Here. Although it's torn, it'll help. I'm sure you'll be chilly in that dress once the adrenaline runs out."

This time Minako did blush fully but she pulled the large jacket tighter over her shoulders anyways. "Thank you." She hesitated for a moment and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight."

Minako fled the scene as quick as her legs could take her.

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Bride's Viral Story Of Mom-In-Legislation Sporting WHITE To Her Marriage ceremony Is A MUST READ!

http://tinyurl.com/y6kslodp This story isn’t going the place you assume it’s. You’ll have seen a photograph going round within the final 24 hours of a marriage with what seems to be two brides. Related: Jennifer Lawrence Explains Her Bridezilla Moment As Amy Pennza posted on Twitter Wednesday, one in all these girls is her at her personal marriage ceremony — the opposite is her mother-in-law carrying an especially BRIDE-like gown! My mother-in-law wore a marriage gown to my marriage ceremony. So, yeah, high that one, Twitter. #weddingfail @jimmyfallon pic.twitter.com/IjqvnXT6Ps — Amy Pennza (@AmyPennza) June 19, 2019 Do you NEED to know extra? We completely did. Fortunately, Amy is knowledgeable author — and when the Web requested, she delivered a spectacular backstory behind the viral pic. So, a pair individuals have requested for the story behind The Gown. Sorry for the delay! I’ve 4 youngsters (sure, I married him) on summer time break, so my everlasting state of being is “frazzled.” I known as my daughter “mother” the opposite day. LOLz! Been there! However she was as much as the duty and delivered a Twitter story full with twists and turns. She wrote: I didn’t know what my mother-in-law deliberate to put on. I didn’t assume to ask. The morning of the marriage, all the ladies within the bridal occasion cram right into a tiny room within the church. You already know, physique glitter and hairspray all over the place. Fifteen coats of mascara. Placing napkins below your pits so that you don’t sweat in your gown. She walks in. I see it. I don’t bear in mind a lot concerning the day. Most individuals say their marriage ceremony is a blur, and that’s true for me, too. However I do know I mentioned this: “You… You can be the bride…” Later, my sister (matron of honor) mentioned she didn’t pull me apart and speak about it as a result of she hoped I used to be too distracted to note. My school roommate (bridesmaid) mentioned the identical factor. However secretly, they each spent the reception taking a look at me, then one another, then MIL, then me, then the cop the venue made us rent—hoping I didn’t go for his taser. I’m completely happy to report the marriage unfolded with out bloodshed, or anybody being shoved into the champagne fountain. Not solely that, the wedding has gone properly — so properly Amy now has a a lot better understanding of her mother-in-law. Right here’s the factor: My mother-in-law is extraordinarily frugal. And I don’t imply she simply enjoys a great cut price. To know her, you must know the place she comes from. She grew up in excessive poverty. As a baby, she used to sneak into the kitchen and eat match heads. That’s a pica craving, and youngsters do it after they’re malnourished. Whenever you develop up with nothing, it stays with you. Ceaselessly, I feel. Regardless of how a lot cash you earn, there’s at all times that little concern at the back of your thoughts that somebody would possibly take all of it away. However her upbringing didn’t make her arduous. Or merciless. Or egocentric. Not the kind to attempt to steal her daughter-in-law’s huge day, in different phrases… Nonetheless, she’s a cut price hunter to the bone. Her cash saving methods are legend—and sometimes hilarious. At household gatherings, we amuse ourselves telling tales of loopy shit she’s finished to save cash. For instance, she takes the olives and celery out of a Bloody Mary and saves them for salads. She as soon as walked casually to the desk the place I used to be consuming a subway sandwich and put my discarded chilly cuts in a baggie as a result of “somebody will eat them.” Sound like several mommas you know? Amy writes: When Sally Jesse Raphael was in style, she didn’t have the cash to purchase crimson glasses, so she painted hers with crimson nail polish. “I nonetheless have these,” she says. Hey a traditional by no means goes out of fashion. / (c) YouTube She was so excited to show 60, so she may declare her reductions. So long as there’s a cut price concerned, she doesn’t care about getting older. When my husband and his sisters had been younger, and so they went to dinner, she’d attempt to get coupons again from the server so they might reuse them. She at all times has a plastic water bottle in her purse. At eating places, she’ll refill her bottle with water from the desk. “Why not? I’m paying for it.” She brings her personal mint and lime to eating places as a result of “the bartenders don’t know how one can make a great Mojito.” That one isn’t a lot about cash, it’s about style. However proceed… When my daughter drinks ice water, my mother-in-law makes her put the empty glass on the counter. “Depart the ice in there…it’ll soften and make extra water.” And the gown? You guessed it. It was a nice deal. So when she noticed The Gown at an unbelievable cut price, she couldn’t flip it down. In case you ask her now, she says she feels horrible about it. Though, she additionally informed me, “I feel I’ve nonetheless received it. We must always raffle it off.” She’s frugal. However she’s additionally extremely beneficiant. When my twins had been newborns, she drove throughout city each night time, slept on the couch, and did three feedings. For 2 infants. Each night time for months. She often exhibits up at my home with baggage of latest garments for the children. (As a result of she’s a kick ass cut price hunter.) After I received my first job, she hemmed all my work pants as a result of I can’t sew for shit. And since she was happy with me. She by no means misses a band live performance, sports activities occasion, expertise present, science truthful…you identify it. She’d stroll over scorching coals for her grandchildren. She offers them all the pieces. As a result of, you realize, she grew up with nothing. That is so candy! You guys, we did NOT count on that once we began studying! So, yeah, the marriage gown was a shock. Nevertheless it gave me a fairly humorous reminiscence. Nobody who attended has ever forgotten it. And, you must admit, weddings may be forgettable. Ha! True. Positive, she wore a marriage gown to my marriage ceremony. However she has greater than made up for it since. After I informed her about this getting a variety of consideration, and mentioned I fearful it would harm her emotions, she waved it off. “No matter makes me well-known.” And, as a result of I’m a romance creator, I’d be remiss if I didn’t add: They usually lived fortunately ever after. Awwwww! So candy! And, after her mother-in-law’s coronary heart, approach to segue right into a shameless plug! We received you, gurl! Amy Pennza is a romance author alright! Although we doubt her work has something as healthful as the story you simply learn… She’s the creator of some alternative wanting erotica, together with attractive werewolf books known as the Lux Catena sequence. (c) AmyPennza.com Wonderful! You will discover all of it at AmyPennza.com! [Picture through Twentieth Century Fox/YouTube.] Source link

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