cop of coffee

Sanvers Dog Walking AU

I love AUs where Alex and Maggie meet under different situations, at different times in their lives. In this one – like in my other one ( https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/162149364939/lust-at-first-sight ) – Maggie is single and Alex is out to herself and the world.


Kara isn’t the first to notice the brunette jogging with the retriever. But she’s the first to notice that Alex is staring.

Because hell.

Alex never notices when she’s staring.

Kara nudges her in the ribs slightly, a small grin on her face.

“You like going for runs, too,” she singsongs, and Alex splutters. 

“What are you – “

“You could ask her, you know. If she wants to go running with your dogs together.” Kara giggles. “It’d be like a double date. You and the girl. Gertrude and the retriever.”

Alex glances at the woman one last time – guiltily, now that her sister’s called her out, because true to form, she hadn’t even realized she’d been staring, open-mouthed, at the woman in a tank top and biking shorts, glancing down at her retriever every few steps and egging her on, a grin on her face and sweat running down her toned arms… Alex gives her head a swift shake – and forces herself to meet Kara’s gaze.

“Gertrude and I don’t mind being single. We have each other. And we have you. Isn’t that right, Gertrude?” Alex squats down to take her husky’s face into her hands, rubbing her nose onto Gertrude’s until the pup squirms away.

Kara laughs, and she relents.

For now.

Because Alex hadn’t noticed – Alex might be the best secret agent Kara’s ever met, but damn, does she fail to notice a lot when it comes to women – that the jogging brunette had nearly tripped over herself when she and her dog turned down the path facing Alex. When her eyes had fallen on Alex.

So Kara just grins, and makes a mental note to ensure that Alex will come back to the park with Gertrude at the same time tomorrow.

And she does, because she may put up a solid fight, but when Kara, J’onn, James, and Winn all join forces to tell her that she needs to take more breaks, she needs to spend more time taking care of herself – when they bring Gertrude into the DEO as both proof and incentive – Alex relents.

And she finds herself in the same park, along the water front, watching while Gertrude plays off leash, while she dashes across the grass, ebullient and powerful and frenetic and purposeful – part Kara, part Alex, through and through.

She takes her eyes away from her husky when a chewed up tennis ball lands by her feet. When a retriever comes bounding up, all energy and spirit and focus, to grab it.

A retriever that Alex recognizes from the day before.

Her stomach backflips as she offers the dog the ball, as her ears take in the sexiest voice she’s ever, ever heard.

“Aww, come on, Spotty, let the pretty lady enjoy her day, huh?”

Alex tries to remind herself that she can talk to women. That she’s good at talking to women. That women like her, that women find her attractive, that women…

She looks up, and she’s lost.

Because the woman from yesterday, the woman jogging up to her, with sparkling eyes and the hints of dimples playing on her face and her hair pulled back in low ponytail and a sleeveless flannel shirt that Alex immediately wants to unbutton and jeans that Alex immediately wants to take off?

It’s going to be harder to talk to this woman than it would be to take down all of Cadmus single-handedly.

But she said she’s pretty, she said she’s pretty, she said she’s pretty.

Which makes it even harder.

“I… she’s not… bothering… she doesn’t have any spots.”

The woman stops and chuckles as her pup nearly barrels her over, eager to show her that she’d found the ball, eager for her praise.

Hell, Alex can’t blame her. She’d like this woman’s praise, too.

The woman tilts her head and squints slightly.

“Come again?” she asks, and some thought forms in Alex’s foggy head about making this woman come as many times as she wants, but the English language – or Russian, or Kryptonian, or any of the others Alex can normally pull up so easily – is simply refusing to translate through her lips right now.

The woman’s probably not a lesbian, anyway. 

And even if she is, or even if she’s bi, she’s probably got someone.

There’s no way she’s into girls and single.

No way. 

And, single or not, Alex had better stammer out some words before she loses patience, before she loses that curious gleam in her eye.

“Your dog. She doesn’t have any spots. But you… you called her Spotty. Spot. Right? But she doesn’t have any spots.”

Good god. She sounds like Kara around Cat Grant. Like Kara around Lena Luthor. 

It must run in the family.

The woman just laughs, and it’s a sound Alex wants to hear over and over and over again.

“I know. I uh… I was into irony as a teenager.”

Alex grins. “My sister says my punk rock phase was very – oh hey honey!” She drops to one knee as Gertrude comes barreling back over, alternating between her arms and wanting to sniff the newcomers.

“Can she – “

“Hey, Spot, you wanna try to make a new friend? Sure, yeah, go ahead.”

They watch as they circle each other, as they sniff each other, as Spot drops the tennis ball from her mouth and nudges it toward Gertrude.

They watch their pups bond, and then they watch each other.

Both of their breaths hitch when their eyes lock, Alex still on one knee.

“So uh… so you’ve had her since you were a kid,” she clears her throat, hoping the woman can’t tell why her heart is beating so damn fast and then reminding herself sternly that she’s probably not, in fact, Kryptonian.

She blinks as she stands, as she takes the opportunity to take in Maggie’s entire body. As she notices the detective shield on her hip. She points to it casually. “NCPD’s finest.”

The woman shrugs. “Sometimes. Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division.” She reaches her hand out, and when Alex takes it, her world inverts. Maggie’s hand is calloused but smooth, her grip firm but not overcompensating for anything.

Her handshake is perfect, and god, so are her eyes.

“Alex Danvers, FBI.”

Maggie’s eyebrow shoots up. “Patrolling the park, Danvers?” she grins, and Alex fights to act casual, because their hands are still connected.

But Maggie isn’t moving away, and dammit, neither is she.

“Boss-enforced lunch break. Something about working too hard.”

Maggie grins, and Alex thinks she feels her thumb stroking the back of her hand briefly, gently, before they finally release each other from their grip. 

Alex’s entire body keens at the loss.

“Same,” Maggie says, and Alex needs her touch again.

“Science Division, huh? And a detective. You must be good.”

Words. Words coming out of her mouth in coherent sentences.

Kara will be so proud. Lucy will be even more so.

Maggie shrugs, and Alex decides that she likes Maggie’s balance of self-deprecation and knowledge that she is, in fact, good at what she does.

“Quantico’s only supposed to take the best. And seems like they only let you guys have the cutest puppies, too. May I?”

Alex glances down at Gertrude as Maggie sinks into a squat, and Gertrude seems eager to get to know this new woman.

There’ll definitely be an extra treat for her tonight.

“Yeah, sure,” she says, and she watches with a slowly melting heart as Maggie lets Gertrude sniff her before touching her, and when she does touch her, starting on her back, starting slow, before bringing her hands to the more intimate space of her face.

“You grew up around animals,” Alex observes, squatting down, too, and wondering what it would be like if this was… family.

Maggie stiffens, and Alex apologizes.

“I’m sorry. FBI training. The way you are with Gertrude. That’s all, I didn’t do background on you or anything – “

“Sorry, yeah, no no, I… yeah, I did. Blue Springs, Nebraska. Left when I was seventeen and never looked back, but uh… I do miss the creatures.”

“Took Spot with you though, huh?”

Maggie turns to her friend and kisses the top of her head. “She drove the getaway bike,” she grins, and Alex watches an expression that reminds her of the one Kara gets sometimes when she talks about Krypton flit over Maggie’s face.

“Can I take you to dinner? Or coffee? Or – it doesn’t have to be coffee, it – but cops love coffee. Is that a stereotype? Coffee and stakeouts, and – I’m sorry, I’m rambling, you’re probably not even – “

“Not even what?” Maggie asks, her voice soft and her hands still and her eyes fire.

Gay. 

Single.

Interested.

“Available,” Alex stammers, and Maggie knows.

“To a woman like you? With a pup like this? I’m as available as you want me to be, Danvers,” she says, and Alex decides that when Maggie finally says her first name, it’ll be her favorite sound in the world, judging by how her body reacts, how her heart leaps, just from the sound of her last name on this woman’s lips.

God, is Kara going to be proud.

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Yep. Yep I needed to post these.
Paramedic/Hospital!au of my darlings from my last post. Like I said, I’ve been watching too much ER and Sirens and any other show similar.
Miroku and InuYasha work as paramedics, Sango works closely with them as a cop (while simultaneously fighting off Miroku’s advances and coffee breaks), and Kagome works as a nurse in one of the main hospitals that they transport patients to (and gets all cute and cuddly with a half demon paramedic when she isn’t busy saving lives in the emergency room.)
Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

okay nevermind all the episode fuckery we're used to the ballpit of denial anyway BUT I NEED ALEX WRITING MAGGIE BAD POETRY ALL THE TIME TO BE A THING OKAY? I JUST DO. And then maggie going omg danvers shakespeare is rolling in his grave but secretly enjoying the hell out of it that sweet dork.

It starts with that damn Valentine’s card, but it doesn’t end there.

It continues with a post-it note that Alex sticks onto Maggie’s coffee cop before she goes to bed one night a couple of weeks later.

“Coffee is good

Coffee is great

But instead of making it yourself

Can I take you on a breakfast date?”

Maggie chuckles and Maggie shakes her head, and she doesn’t stop smiling the entire ride on the back of Alex’s bike to this little diner they both love, because her sweet dork is just that: so, so sweet.

It happens again when Maggie’s rummaging through her gym bag, on an index card this time.

“You’re so hot

All the time

But especially when you’re working out

Damn you’re fine.”

She laughs so hard the woman in the locker room next to her raises her eyebrow, and she finds that she doesn’t care, because what did she do to get so lucky?

It happens with fair regularity, and it happens over the span of months, years.

Sometimes, the notes are at home – their home, now, officially, together – and sometimes, somehow, her secret agent girlfriend finds a way to get them in her locked desk at work, in her lab equipment.

She finds dinner invitations in her jacket pocket.

“Kara wants to do dinner tonight

And Adrian wants to come too,

I’m really excited,

Because I love my family with you.”

She discovers random reminders of her apparent beauty in the side of her boot.

“I saw the sunrise from a chopper

This morning on the job,

But it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as you,

My darling heartthrob.”

She uncovers Alex’s poems in her work notebooks, in her case files, in the box where she keeps her stamps.

“You are my sunshine

And I am your rain

Together we make a rainbow,

And rinse away all the pain.”

She keeps them all.

She jokes with James about how they’re going to have to find a bigger apartment, just to accommodate the ever-growing pile of notes.

But she never throws out a single one.

There is one, though, that they agree to frame.

The one that Alex slides across the table to her, eyes sparkling and nervous and full of life, full of love, full of hope, at a restaurant in the airport whose tarmac hosted their first encounter.

The one that makes Maggie smile hardest, the one that makes her heart soar highest.

The one that says:

“I don’t wanna imagine

My life without you,

And I will treat you right forever;

Please say I do.”

And she does, she does, she does.

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Nicole, Shérif dans la zone de Bethel en Alaska, est appelée sur une scène d'accident. Au bord du burn-out, ses angoisses prennent forme.
Nicole, a Sheriff living in Bethel town, Alaska, is called on an accident scene. In the middle of her burn-out, fears get materialized.

This is the FX short film we did at Gobelins school in a month.

Directors :  Maya AV-RON, Sixtine DANO, Joël DURANDThibault LECLERCQ and Tristan POULAIN.

When We Collide (Part 4)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”I’m here, spill all the details!”

It was as if a huge morning shock went through your body when Nicole practically slammed herself in front of the coffee machine to get your attention and almost made you drop the package of white coffee cops you were about to take out.

“What are you talking about?” You confusedly questioned, you had been so caught up in your own business that your heart had skipped a beat or two by her small jump scare.

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#076 Cop of Coffee

PREMISE: When an investigation is dragging and needs a little pick-me-up, call Joe Beanjuice, the cop with the power to turn himself into coffee.

CHARACTERS: Joe Beanjuice was a cop on the edge. He barely slept, and chugged endless pots of coffee to keep himself keyed up and in top crime-fighting form. His doctor warned him about drinking too much coffee, but Joe didn’t listen, and one morning he awoke to find his sheets soaked in some kind of brown liquid. After a moment of panic and embarrassment, Beanjuice realized the substance soaking the sheets… was him. His overconsumption of coffee had given him the power to transform into any kind of coffee, and also the ability to talk to coffee and make it do his bidding. Now Beanjuice uses his fantastic powers to solve crimes and help the downtrodden.

NOTABLE EPISODE: Beanjuice is charged with gathering evidence against Don Leoprello, a mob boss who, as luck would have it, always discusses “business” with his goons while drinking coffee at a local cafe. With the help of one of his barista-informants, Beanjuice arranges to have himself served to the Don. He’s able to eavesdrop and gain crucial intelligence about the mafia’s racketeering and extortion operations, but there’s one problem: Beanjuice turned himself into a regular coffee, and Leporello only drinks decaf. When the capo takes a sip, he starts to get suspicious. Beanjuice’s cover is about to be blown, but he uses his ability to talk to coffee to make all the other coffees in the cafe jump out of their cups and onto the mafiosi, scalding them, and buying enough time for him to make an escape (S09.E22 – “I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Criminals: Behind Bars”).

CATCHPHRASE: Beanjuice would often shoot a criminal, then say, “I’ll make it a double shot,” then shoot the criminal a second time. / “Trouble’s brewin’.”

TRIVIA/MISCELLANY: The actor who played Joe Beanjuice was allergic to coffee, so all the coffee in the show was actually just water with brown food coloring in it.

House of Cards (Pt. 1)

Summary: Being a new transfer cop from a small town to a crime ridden city, you never expected your job to be easy. You are assigned as the partner of a man named Kim Taehyung, who is young, handsome, and a little bit too curious for his own good. Before you know it, what started out as a simple homicide investigation turns into a full blown war against the local syndicates. You learn the hard way that life isn’t always in black and white, and soon find your morals and beliefs tumbling like a house of cards. All because of one man with a simple name: Jeon Jungkook.

Mafia!JungkookxReaderxDetective!Taehyung

Angst/Drama/Some Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Part [1] [2] [3]

A/N: This series is a prequel to my other mafia!au series, Cosa Nostra. You do not need to read one before you read another, both are their separate cohesive stories, taking place roughly two to three years apart.

Everyone had told you that you were crazy for becoming a cop, deeming it an “unpleasant job for such a young girl” and that you should consider a different occupation. Your family all practically flipped their shits when you told them that you were being transferred into the big city, where crime was significantly more prominent than in your small hometown. You had ignored their cries and pleas to stay, as you were determine to make the jump in your career from a small town cop with a sharp wit to an assistant investigator for a more prominent city. It wasn’t for lack of excitement that you decided to move to the city. You loved helping people and making a difference, which was something you could only get a taste of in your small town. So you moved to a crime ridden city in hopes of fulfilling your internal desire to make a difference.

Yet for all of your eagerness, nothing could have prepared you for how overwhelming the city’s police station was. You stood gaping as you watched the chaotic work of everyone in the station; you hadn’t even officially started your first day on the job and already you could feel the crushing weight of responsibility on your shoulders.

You shook your head to cast off your nervous thoughts as you scanned the station to find the police chief’s office. Once you found the sign on a door on the far side of the station, you made your way over to the office door and knocked before walking in.

The man sitting down at the desk looked up at you, “Um, hello, how may I help you, Miss?”

“H-Hi, uh, I’m the new transfer?” You began nervously, “I was told that I was supposed to come to the police chief’s office to get assigned to my position…Is this a bad time?”

“Ah, I see,” The man stood up and walked over to you, holding out his hand for you to shake, “You must be (Y/F/N). I’m Chief Kim Jinseok, but you can just call me Matthew for simplicity’s sake, everyone else does.” The police chief flashed you a kind smile, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man. He was your new boss, so you felt pressured to make a lasting impression, something you felt like you weren’t doing very well.

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Back From the Dead-Jerome Valeska Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some violence and creepy imagery

A/N: I have only seen the pictures of the new Jerome and I’m waiting for the new season to be available on Netflix. Therefore, this will probably not go along with the storyline in the show.

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

  All I wanted to do after my shift at Lola’s was run a hot bath, make dinner, and watch whatever was on TV. Though Lola’s was a cute ,tiny boutique in Gotham, it was amazing how much mayhem occurred during my nine hour shift. This dress needed to come in this color, not that color, this shirt wasn’t available in one girl’s size and she needed it for some event ASAP, and someone tried to steal the new purple suede heels and need to be written up.

   I would quit but I had college to pay for. Besides, my life could’ve been a lot worse. I wandered into my apartment, my mood immediately lifting when Rose, my Westie, ran up to me barking cutely.

   “Hi, Rosie,” I said in a baby voice as I picked her up. “Did you miss me?”

   She licked my face in response and I laughed as I kicked the door closed behind me. I made sure to secure every single lock before wandering further into my apartment. Though I did not live in the Narrows, it was still Gotham City and there were always maniacs and criminals roaming the streets and the last thing I needed was for one of them to break into my apartment.

    I carried Rosie into the kitchen and set her down as I began pulling out everything I needed to make lasagna. It was one of the best dishes I made and one of his old favorites. I shivered when I thought about the mad ginger man who used to stalk me. Fortunately, Jerome Valeska was dead and would never come back. My life was a lot calmer and much less worrisome since there were no strange presents showing up at my door or violent attempts at romantic letters appearing from nowhere. He had broken into my house a few times and I had found him sitting in the kitchen, eating lasagna.

   “This is great, babe, you have to make it for me again sometime.”

  Just thinking of his voice gave me chills. We had never formally met before and he had decided to attach himself to me. I was only in high school at the time and had enough on my plate without that weirdo being on my back. When Detective Gordon and the rest of GCPD arrested him, I thought that I was finally in the clear. Then, someone broke him out only for Theo Galavan to kill him shortly afterwards. When he died, I felt safe again but that didn’t mean that he didn’t haunt me until this day. Thinking about it, out of everyone, Jerome probably would have wanted to haunt me the most.

    I kicked off my shoes as I started making the sauce to go with the pasta that had just finished being prepared. Rose barked and whined at my feet.

    “You can’t have any of this, Rose. Your dinner’s coming soon enough,” I said.

    Suddenly, my phone beeped and I grabbed it. It was a text message.

   Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll be together again very soon.

   I froze for a second. 

   It couldn’t possibly be…no, it couldn’t have been Jerome. 

   “He’s dead, Y/N, deader than a door nail,” I whispered.

   Rose cocked her head at me and I smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Rose. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

   I hope.

  Once dinner was finished, I poured Rose’s food and water into their appropriate dishes before sitting down to watch TV. It was some mindless comedy sitcom but it did a good job of getting my mind off of my day. When Rose finished, she curled up into my side and I continued eating and watching TV. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it and saw that it was another text message.

   I don’t appreciate being ignored, Y/N.

   “This can’t be happening,” I whispered.

   I got up and looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. It had to be some sort of prank even though the stalker case I had opened against Jerome kept my name and picture out of the news. Therefore, I didn’t have any idea who could’ve figured out this would’ve been a good way to get under my skin.

     Rose looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.

    “It’s fine, Rose, someone’s just trying to mess with me. I think it’s a good time for a bath now.”

    I turned off the TV, put the dishes in the sink, and went into the bathroom and ran a bath. Baths always calmed me down since the hot water relaxed my muscles and the lavender candles I always lit whenever I took a bath. As the water ran, I took off my makeup and washed my face. Then, my mind wandered into a particularly dark memory.

   I was sitting in the waiting area of the busy GCPD. There were criminals in handcuffs, stressed out cops, and a lot of coffee. My parents were sitting on either side of me and my anxiety was clear. Detective Gordon had called us in for “a very important matter for the case”. All I knew was that I wanted everything to stop, especially that feeling that someone was always watching me, especially since that someone was a psychopath. Finally, Detective Gordon walked in, seeming cordial and a little overwhelmed.

   “Y/N, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said.

   “What’s going on now?” Dad asked.

   “We have Mr. Valeska in questioning now, but he is refusing to cooperate under one condition,” Detective Gordon said.

   “And what is that?” Mom asked.

   Detective Gordon pressed his lips together before glancing at me. 

   “What does he want with me?” I asked.

   “He just wants to speak with you, but don’t worry; I’ll be outside and so will my partner. Jerome’s handcuffed as well so he can’t hurt you. Just know that if you don’t see him, it’ll make it incredibly more difficult to arrest him.”

   “No, I will not let him near my daughter!” Mom hissed, hugging me into her side.

   “I can understand the sentiment, Mrs. Y/L/N, but it isn’t really up to you.” 

  Detective Gordon turned to me and I swallowed my nerves. “I’ll do it.”

  “Y/N,” Mom gasped.

  “I don’t want him doing this anymore.”

  I slowly stood and followed Detective Gordon to the interrogation room. Jerome was sitting on the other end of a long table, his head hung low but I knew he probably had a creepy smile on his face.

   “Hey, you’ll be okay,” Detective Gordon said.

   “I don’t know about that, Detective.” 

   “Just keep him talking but try not to get him angry. We just need him to admit everything he’s done and that’ll be easy with you because—”

   “Because he thinks he’ll impress me.” I looked up at Detective Gordon. “I’m in AP Psych.”

   “Uh huh, just go in there and do your best, kid,” Harvey, Detective Gordon’s partner, said.

   I nodded and walked inside the room. Jerome slowly lifted his head and he looked extremely pleased to see me. He lifted his handcuffed hands to his lips and I tried to keep myself from shaking in fear.

   “Hello, Jerome,” I said, sitting down in the other available chair.

  “Y/N,” he said. “Just as gorgeous as the day we first met.”

   We never met each other before.

  “Thank you, Jerome. I’m glad that we’re finally seeing each other again after all this time,” I said.

   “So, what did you think of my last present? Hilarious, wasn’t it?” He had a look of sheer madness in his eyes.

   “Yes, the bloody leg of a rabbit was hilarious.”

   “Because it’s good luck!” Jerome rested his chin on one of his palms, eyeing me. “Tell me, which of my presents was the best.”

   “I liked the notes the best. Tell me, how did you get all these presents to me? How did you know where I live?” 

   Jerome shook his head and tsked at me. “Silly, Y/N, I’m not going to fall for those little tricks. Nice try, though.”

   I gulped. “Fine, why did you pick me, Jerome? Out of all the other girls in all of Gotham, why me?”

   “Because I knew we were meant to be together, even if you denied it at first. It was love at first sight.”

   “But you followed me.”

   “Watched over you and protected you from threats.”

   “You broke into my house.”

   “Because you wouldn’t let me in. Geez, Y/N, it sounds like you don’t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” He sounded like he was getting angry but it seemed to be the only way for him to rat himself out.

   “You did all this for me, but I don’t remember meeting you because we’ve never met! You’ve been stalking me for four months now, scaring me and my friends, and it needs to stop.”

   “Don’t say that, you love this and you love me. I can see it in your eyes,” Jerome said.

   That’s when I made the biggest mistake I could’ve made in that room.

   “I don’t love you and I will never love you. You’re a psycho.”

   He snapped, lunging forward at me, “STOP LYING! YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT! YOU KNOW THAT WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER! I PROTECTED YOU FOR NOTHING! I SENT YOU THOSE GIFTS FOR NOTHING!”

   Then, Detective Gordon and Harvey came in to arrest him and get me out of there. I was shaking as Jerome kept yelling.

   “I WILL GET OUT OF HERE, Y/N! AND WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN!”

   That was a year ago. I had graduated high school and I had just finished my first semester at Gotham College. It helped me keep my mind off of Jerome but I would be lying if I said that his last words didn’t haunt me. Besides, as much as I tried, I couldn’t remember ever setting eyes on Jerome until the night he broke into my house.

    “No more thinking about him, it’s bath time,” I told myself.

    I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the hot bath. Amy Winehouse’s voice soothed me during “Back to Black”. I had always been a big fan of hers and even got to see her when she came to New York once. I nearly fell asleep until Rose started barking. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Rose barking at the door.

   “Shh, Rose, I’m trying to relax,” I said.

   Rose kept ignoring me and barking.

   I rolled my eyes and began getting out of the bathtub. Then again, Rose only got so worked up when she sensed danger so I couldn’t get too upset.

   “What do you hear, Rose?” 

   I opened the door and she bolted out of the room. I grabbed my phone as I followed closely behind her. Suddenly, she stopped in the living room and my heart jumped to my throat. There was a dark figure standing in the living room and I felt paralyzed. 

   “I like what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” it said.

   I knew that voice any where.

   “Jerome, you’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”

   Jerome slowly turned to face me. “Oh, honey, don’t you know that even death can’t keep us apart?” 

   Suddenly, the light came on and I dropped my phone in shock. His face was bloody and had stitches throughout it. He looked like a pale version of Frankenstein’s monster. He scanned over my robed body, licking his lips, and making me wish that I had been smart enough to put some more clothes on. He walked closer to me.

  “Get out of my apartment,” I said nervously.

  “I just got here. Why are you so scared, sweetheart?” Jerome tried to touch my face but I jerked away.

   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t even know you.”

   Jerome growled. “Yes, you do. We met at the circus.”

   I shook my head. “I…I’ve never been to the circus.”

   “YES YOU HAVE!” Jerome snapped.

   I jumped and moved away from him as quickly as I could but he kept walking towards me. “All this yelling isn’t helping me remember!”

   Because it never happened.

  Jerome seemed to calm down just the slightest as he stopped a few inches away from me. “We’d come to Gotham again for maybe the first time in my life. My whore of a mother had just finished my morning beating and she began preparing for the show. Back then, I was able to resist the urge to kill her and whatever man she brought into the trailer to warm her bed.”
  I had remembered Detective Gordon telling my parents and I how Jerome was abused for the majority of his life and that was probably why he turned out so crazy. At the time, I felt the tiniest tinge of pity towards him, but now, I didn’t feel anything except nervous.

  “I was walking around the games area when I ran into the most beautiful girl in the world. Her laugh sent tingles down my spine and her beautiful y/e/c eyes could end—-or start—-wars. She was playing that confounded Hit-As-Many-Beer-Bottles-As-Possible-With-A-Baseball game with her parents. Then, she caught me staring at her when her dad handed her the stuffed teddy bear she’d won. At first, I was nervous,” Jerome said. “Then, she came up to me and started talking to me. She asked me why I looked so hurt and I told her it was because my mother hit me. She said that mommys shouldn’t do that to kids and that her mommy definitely never hit her. We spent the day together after her parents gave her permission. I never wanted the day to end, she brought me so much happiness. But when it was over, I begged her to stay and she said that she’d visit as much as she could and gave me the teddy bear to remember her by.”

  It was a kind of cute story, but that didn’t really explain why Jerome would wait so long to stalk me. Plus, I couldn’t remember any of it for some reason.

  “How old were you…we, when this happened?” I whispered.

  “Five,” Jerome said. “I held onto that teddy bear for thirteen years, waiting to see you again. When I did see you again, you were with those people, those perfect, sane people who drive me insane! I couldn’t let you turn into them.”

  He must’ve seen me after school or something and I had never noticed. Plus, it was convenient that I didn’t remember something that happened thirteen years ago. 

   “Come on, think about it, Y/N,” Jerome said.

   And I did start thinking about it—-actually thinking about it, unlike how I did the first time the Jerome thing started. Then, I remembered that day like it was yesterday.

   “Oh my,” I whispered.

   Jerome grinned widely. “You remember!”
   “My parents took me to the circus after I lost my first tooth. I…I saw the teddy bear in one of the game stands and wanted to win it,” I said, suddenly shaking. “Then…then I saw you and we played together all day.”

    “I knew you’d remember!” Jerome grabbed me by the forearms. “I worked so hard to get you back and now you’re mine!”

   I blinked. “Wait, what?”

  Rose must’ve sensed my distress because she started barking, loudly. Jerome got irritated and pulled a gun on her.

   “Tell her to shut it or she gets a bullet in her.”

    I shoved him away and scooped up Rose, stroking her to calm her down. “Shh, it’s okay, Rose, the bad man’s going to go away.” 

    “No,” Jerome pulled me into him, “I’m not going anywhere. I came back for the dead just so that we could be together again. So that we can be crazy together again.”

    I tried pulling away but Jerome had a tight grip on me. Just feeling his hands on me made my skin crawl. I couldn’t believe there was a time when we were friends. I had to get help.

    “HELP! SOMEONE, HELP ME!” I screamed.

    Unfortunately, no one came to my aid. The last thing I remember is something hitting me on the head hard and Jerome cackling like a mad man. 

An illustration I made for emissary-architect‘s new fanfiction “Match”.

It’s an AU and Ava has to deal with those two assholes courting her. It’s hilarious and cute! And it has super neat world building!

It is also a way to introduce you to the OT3. I call it “Fort Asshole”! 

Don’t want to decide what’s more trash? Flaming Arrow or Fire Wire? Then Fort Asshole is for you! It’s 3 at the price of 2! Not only do you get those two garbage ships, but you get Six/Odin as well! What a deal!

Ngl Archi and I talk about dumb Fort Asshole AUs 90% of the time. There is a Cop AU (Six is a cop and Ava is an undercover cop) and a Coffee Shop AU (where Six is also a cop). There may or may not be a lion involved.