over crooks

Y/N hasn’t left his side since he found her a week ago and he can’t say it’s the worst thing. Sure, she can be a menace and an absolute nuisance at times, and she eats all of his food, but she expresses her gratitude in his saving and feeding her by protecting him, whether it be from seedy burglars or a raccoon that had scampered in through his open patio door. And he can’t say the company isn’t nice either, since he’d never liked being alone in the first place.

“Harry,” she begins, voice soft, low, and borderline monotone that drags him from his reverie, and he looks towards where she sits besides him on the couch, “I’m bored. Can we go to the grocery store?”

His brows furrow, “We went yesterday, what could you possibly need from the grocery store?”

“Milk, please.”  She stands up and grabs his keys, her gestural way of saying that she is going with or without him, “And Little Debbie.”


Y/N is 100% not a human 

(this is part 1 of a small little series I’ll be writing in between one shots!!) 

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Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

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The Labyrinth Chapter 37

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.4k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…

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Heya! So…this one turned out longer than expected, terribly sorry for the wait ^^;. But hey! The third chapter’s finally done…heh…woot. 

Unfortunately I couldn’t tag the last two chapters in this post because haha, I’m doing this whole thing on a crappy ass tablet. But I did reblog them both recently, the first chapter being ‘Friend’ and the second being 'Rest’. They shouldn’t be hard to find on my blog.

This fanfic has been inspired by the wonderful 2D Bendy AU created by the equally wonderful @shinyzango, go check her blog out!


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Luxury Demesne (m) // Part 1

To be the best means you have to know the best, but what if you are the best?

Synopsis: Taehyung, your boyfriend and the once lavish heir, falls to an average status after losing every ounce of his wealth. Within that same scene, Jimin’s family name rises in the affluent sphere. Thing is, you never expected that your arranged marriage with your boyfriend would shift to your best friend, Jimin.


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jimin // Wealthy!AU, ArrangedMarriage!AU, ChildhoodFriend!AU + a love triangle

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive/Light Smut, Drama

Word Count: 8.7k

SERIES: Part 1 || Part 2

Includes: a little fingering

A/N: more like obnoxiousRichBastards!AU with dashes of satire. kiss kiss fall in money everybody // re-upload! i’ll have part two up after i look over it one last time :)

Everyone knows that money comes first over everything; well, in your world that is.

The world of flashing lights and shuttering cameras turning your way since you are the cynosure of attention, average citizens freezing up cold to the bone from a mere glance at your deluxe self or anyone you associate with. Your upscale family name circulates the world like wildfire, equivalent to the most polished of extravagant celebrity statuses.

It is given that your family is sitting close to the top of the notable social hierarchy, close proximity behind the Kims and the Jungs — the wealthiest of families who have the title of worldwide money bags; oh, and “crazy rich bastards.” With mellifluous voices and a luxuriant way with words, strikingly good looks as a cherry topper, they associate with their own kind: the sumptuous of it all. Of course, in your world, tying with the middle-class is a complete sin. The wealthy leisurely tosses thousands of dollars out daily for the sole purpose of making headlines and believe it is a heinous crime to wear the same outfit twice. People that fall under the category of “crazy rich” is also said to have an endless thread of luck.

Though, like everyone else, you can only press your luck too much.

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Heat (Officer JDM x Reader)

Summary: Officer Morgan had been your partner for the last six months. You’ve had a crush on him but didn’t know if he felt the same about you. Until today that is…

Requested by @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff

Note: For now this is going to be a one shot. But if you guys like it I’ll write more!

Warning: A lot of cursing. Request was “Officer Morgan Fuck Me Up Smutty AF”  This is definitely going to be very, VERY NSFW. You’ve been warned!

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Auston Matthews #17

Requested by  siriuslynore:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do Auston Matthews imagine about being in a relationship with him and it’s based on the song Miles Away by Memphis May Fire? Thank you !:)

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much and I hope you like this one. My sister was once obsessed with Kellin and OMG is Copeland a cutie or not? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

Word count: 787

Originally posted by willynylanders

Sitting on his now-too small childhood bed, you watched Auston zip the last of his bags. Moving your eyes, you counted the hockey gear luggage and other packed suitcases scattered on the floor – all ready for his big move to Toronto. He won’t be leaving until the end of the week but you can already feel the sadness slowly starting to envelop you.

As he dropped the duffel bag, he sat beside you on the bed and sighed, “that’s it.”

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Lookin’ for a Date?

Double J Productions (aka myself and Julie, @cocohook38) wanted to do something special for you, so we collabed on your birthday gift, which includes a smutty ficlet and accompanying art. I just needed to see Deputy Jones with the badge, and this idea came to mind. I hope you love it just as much as we love you! And also thanks to our Mulan, @shipsxahoy, for betaing as well. WE LOVE YOU KAIT!!! 

Deputy Killian Jones turned the corner onto Main Street in his vintage black Firebird just as the sun was setting over the horizon. It had been a few years since he had taken up the position and he was taking to it like the Jolly Roger in smooth waters. He never imagined working with his best mate (and father-in-law) would be easy—after all, Killian did murder David’s father in cold blood. But, David understood that Killian was no longer that man anymore, and forgave him, much to Killian’s surprise.

Killian was cruising down the street, listening to Christina Perri over the radio, when a flash of gold blinded him momentarily. When his eyesight adjusted, Killian looked towards the source of the light, which was right in front of Grann’s. He soon realized that the setting sun’s rays were reflecting off of a necklace, and the jewelry was being worn by the most captivating woman he had ever seen in his over 300 year existence.

Her flaxen hair was piled high on her head, with tiny tendrils falling from her temple, framing her face. Her hair being up exposed her long, graceful neck. She wore minimal makeup, but she didn’t need it, her face one of classic beauty. He could see her emerald-green eyes from down the street; they were like two jewels gleaming in twilight. Her toned arms and sculpted legs were on full display in a tiny red sheath dress that looked as if it had been painted on her. And the red peek-a-boo sandal heels on her feet gave her backside extra perkiness.

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“Hot Tub” (J-Hope Smut)

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Title: Hot Tub

Featuring: J-Hope (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17. Hot tub sex! :D

Summary: You, J-Hope, and a hot tub.

Requested by j-alifr!

Hoseok eased into the hot tub, sighing as his arms rested against the edge and his head lulled back, the warm bubbles rippling against his sore muscles after a long day of practice. A small splish-splash of water caused him to rise back up and open his eyes, smirking as he watched you sink into the water across from him.

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anonymous asked:

Jimon "Are you flirting with me?”

The thing is, Jace is a perceptive person. Had to be in his line of work and all his of his training demanded it: know your enemy, know your surroundings, be ready for any scenario.

So, yeah. Considering the amount of times this skill has saved his and that of the people under his charge, he’d say he’s quite perceptive. Which is why is the whole Simon situation disturbed him so much.

At first it’d seemed pretty normal. Simon was hanging around the Institute every other day, looming over them and asking all sorts of pointless questions. In other words, pretty standard Simon Behavior. At the time Jace just assumed it had something to do with Clary.

And it’s Simon, so to say he was acting weird was like stating the obvious, but this was a brand new kind of strange. For example, one morning he and Clary were sparring and Jace knocked the feet from under her. Simon literally clapped and cheered. 

It was two weeks before he realized Simon was standing around him even when she wasn’t there.

“So, uh,” Simon had said, leaning over the table a crooked smile on his face. “What does this thing do?”

Jace frowned at him, looking up from the blueprints he’d been analyzing. “That’s a knife. It cuts people?”

Simon threw him honest-to-god finger guns. “Right. Savage.”

Jace nodded at him, impatient, and got back to work.

“And, uh… Do you like using knives?”

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Well I’ll Be Damned (Donald Pierce x Reader)

Pairing: Donald Pierce x Reader

Word Count: 2,327 ( what can i say? i love details lmao)

Warnings: Cussing, slight violence and that’s pretty much it. oh and ANGST (:

A/N: Here it is! It took me forever because I originally wrote a different one shot but I’m going to save that one for another time. Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.(:

Originally posted by dracarysandbrimstone

You tried to throw Donald and the rest off of Gabriela’s trail but it wouldn’t be long before they figured out who she’d gone to for help.

You were one of the main reasons the kids and most of the nurses even got out in the first place. You had a change of heart and a long talk with yourself about  who you’d become in the short span of two years. You were never this heartless and you wondered (more like hoped) if there was truly a God that they’d forgive you for what you’d done. Maybe this act would somehow absolve you of this sin but even if it didn’t, it did help you sleep a little better at night knowing those innocent children were spared.

The bed moved a little, the mattress dipping and a pair of arms circled your waist.

“Ya up baby?” Donald’s breath fanned over the crook of your neck.

Oh yea, you were also secretly dating the leader of the Reavers, Donald Pierce, that you were also apart of.

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Modern College AU with Established Enjoltaire

People had bad days, and when Enjolras woke to a painful coughing fit that left him doubled over and gasping for breath, he knew he was in for a crap day.

Nevertheless, he had too much to do to take a sick day, so he fought against the dizziness coating his vision and got ready for class.

His phone blinked with three new texts from Grantaire, but before he could thumb through them, a call from his father came through. With a sigh, he swiped to answer.

“Hey, Da-”

“Are your grades slipping?”

Enjolras frowned. “No, why?”

“Javert emailed me and said you were slipping in his law class. I don’t give that school money for you to fuck everything up!”

Enjolras’s heart began to hammer hard against his chest, and he turned away from the phone to cough harshly into his fist. “I’m not-”

“It’s that boy, isn’t it? Grantaire? He’s a bad influence on you, Enjolras. You shouldn’t be with him.”

The counter-argument that Grantaire had some of the highest grades at the university were hot on his tongue, but Enjolras knew it was pointless. His father would never listen to him, so he only sighed in response.

“Get your shit together, or I’m cutting you off for good.”

After the harsh statement, Enjolras was met with the soft chime indicating that the call ended, but he kept the small device pressed to his ear because he suddenly couldn’t move. His father’s words echoed back at him as he struggled to get a solid breath in.

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dear evan hansen
evan hansen/jared kleinman
1755 words


suicide attempt mention
panic attack (really just one sentence that goes “evan has a panic attack.”)
post-canon, canon compliant


they tip each other and pour it all out / they talk about the forty-foot oak tree

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Secrets (part 1)

Here it is! My Superhero AU. Will be updated weekly every Wednesday :) 

Setting: Superhero AU

Pairings: NaLu

Summary: Natsu had a secret, a secret that would put his fiancée’s life is in danger. The secret he was holding in was tearing their relationship apart slowly, but he couldn’t tell her for her own safety. When the time comes will he choose his secret life, or the love of his life?

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“Natsu, come in Natsu.”

“What’s up Levy?”

“Robbery in progress at Magnolia Gems. Gray and Gajeel are already on the way.”

“Roger that Levy on my way.” Natsu pulled on the sleeve of his outfit revealing a watch. Checking the time with a smirk, he mumbled, “I still got plenty of time.”

Natsu stood up from his sitting position on the roof before taking off in a sprint, jumping off the roof onto another one. He’d never grow tired of this, the feeling of the wind against his face and adrenaline in his veins.

He sure did love protecting his city, the fighting was a major bonus too.

The commotion became louder as he came closer to the scene, the sound of fists colliding and battle cries always got him fired up. He jumped off the rooftop into an alley on the side of the store, slowly going around the corner to look inside the building. Gray and Gajeel, two people Natsu would begrudgingly call his friends, had the culprits bound in ice and iron. Natsu pouted as he seen that the criminals were already apprehended. He busted in the glass doors, pieces going everywhere. The two dark haired males looked at him with angered looks.

“You dumbass!” Gray scolded. “You always have to wreck something dontcha?!”

Natsu grinned, “Always. Flashy entrances are just a part of being a superhero!”

Gajeel scoffed at the comment. “You’re an idiot Salamander, that’s movie shit.”

“You got something to say, Lug Nut?” Natsu said, his fist ablaze.

Gajeel smirked, his arm turning into a sword. “You bet I do-”

“Would you two shut up?!” Gray exclaimed. “There’s two criminals apprehended here, and I doubt they’re gonna take us seriously-”

“Yeah? You really think they’re gonna take you seriously without a shirt?” Natsu cut him off, Gray immediately looked down at his bare torso.

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Title: the agony of love

Rating: M

A/N: for @rebelcaptainprompts  agony, fingers, shiver OMG GUYS THIS IS IT *hisses* I’m writing smut and it’s not leaving tumblr because my little brother it on ao3 and ff.net >.> celebrate with me. It could be read as the ending to The cliffhanger ending to my temptation fic but you don’t have to read that first

Jyn couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t take it, Cassian’s mouth hot on hers, his fingers digging in to her skin, him pressing her hard against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he scraped his teeth over the corner of her jaw.

This was the fruit of her labors to get him to crack.

This was the fruit of his labors to get her to crumble.

She drove him insane, and this was how she was paying for it, and she’d gladly suffer this agony for it, this painful ecstasy of of love, of hope that she never thought she’d ever be able to feel.

Her fingers scrabbled under his shirt, pulled at it until it came off, and his mouth returned to hers, and she found a scar above his heart, and he shivered as her fingers danced across it. He kissed away the smirk it made, tasted it and memorized it. 

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chrissy22787  asked:

Sooo..... in light of all the music video pictures, I think you should give us a sneak peak into what it would be like for Elena to be there with him. No pressure. But feel free to put a little pep in your step with this one. Love you 😘

It’s A Sign of the Times

Elena shivered and pulled her jacket closer around her shoulders.  After an hour of trying to tame her hair in the wind she finally gave up and pulled back into a tight ponytail.  She lifted her head to smile when she heard the first notes of Harry’s single “Sing of the Times” start to play over the loud speakers.  She loved this song, it was like the warm blanket she desperately needed while standing in this field, freezing her ass off while she watched him film the video.

“You cold, Love?”  She heard Lou Teasdale’s high pitched voice behind her.

Elena nodded,

“Yes.  Does the weather always suck like this?”

Lou laughed,


Elena gestured to the brush and bottle of gel in her hand,

“Is any of that actually working in this wind?”

“No.”  She started, “But I like to make myself useful.”

Elena looked up just as the helicopter lifted Harry hundreds of feet into the air.  She smiled, watching as he widened his arms out and bent one leg causing him to look quite like Peter Pan.  Lou shivered next to her,

“Don’t know how you can watch that.  Love of your life dangling from a string like that?  Makes me wanna vomit, if I’m bein’ honest.”

Elena smiled, shaking her head gently,

“I don’t mind it.  He loves it up there.”  She added as she watched his huge dimpled grin spread across his rosy cheeks.

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Summer House ~ Chapter 2: Memories

Hi everyone! I’m just stunned and truly blown away by the sweet words of encouragement for this story! It’s very different from my normal style so the kind outpouring of support means the world to me! Thank you and, without further ado here’s chapter 2!

Read it here or on AO3

Chapter Two: Memories

The rain along her dingy windows was enough to muddle anyone’s thoughts but, usually the rain helped focus her…tonight however the rain wasn’t providing its usual soothing balm. The alarm on her phone buzzed, her eyes flickered over the display before her fingers landed over the answer icon. Moments later her beige colored walls were painted with the bright hues of Sara’s cheery if not slightly drunken voice. “Oh Lissy let me tell you about my day!”

Felicity glanced at the battered clock near the edge of her desk that subsequently was edged along the wall right beneath the flimsy, plastic window sill. “Sara don’t you have an article to finish?” she lectured when the flashing red lights suddenly changed to 2:38 am.

“Yeah, yeah but, seriously you’ll never believe who I ran into tonight!” she nearly squawked like a crow as it tries to steal a stale crumb of bread.

Felicity’s forehead fell over her bent knuckles, “Who the freaking Queen of England?” she mused while Sara prattled away.

“No, but she’s about to be the new Queen of Starling City!”

Felicity’s head inched upwards slowly, “And how is my former boyfriend and his soon to be wife?” she spat with exhaustion instead of venom.

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anonymous asked:

Can we have tsukishima, kuroo, tendou, Kenma, and Akaashi react to meeting their s/I'd parents and her dad being a hit man?

This was a little harder to write than it really should’ve been, so I’m sorry about that Anon, but I hope you like this regardless!

Also, I did a but of research on hit men and assassins for this. Generally, their jobs are top secret - for obvious reason, it’s murder, lol - and most things I read said how they move around a lot to avoid being targeted themselves, so I couldn’t really see him coming out with what his ‘day’ job is. Which is the reasoning for his serious demeanor through all of them - man has taken life! He had a hard shell - and why the main suggestions for his work are more vague. Make sense?


Stern. Serious. Rigid.

Tsukishima had been told many times what her father would be like in preparation for his first visit to her home. And he had told her that all would be fine. He was respectful to his elders. Especially in this case, he knew where he stood with her father even before meeting the man.

They were already enemies and that was not to change as long as he was dating his daughter.

He had dressed the part; button down shirt, nice jeans, dress shoes. Disappointment was something he didn’t want to deliver, he wanted them to like him, to say that she had picked a good one. And she wanted the same thing, so he couldn’t mess up. Not tonight.

Rapping his knuckles against the door, he waited patiently, hands clasping together before him as his fingers twisted together. He was expected her to answer, but that was not the case when the front door was finally pulled open. A feeling of momentary dread filled the boy’s stomach especially when he saw… holy shit, was that a gun?

“You the boy?”

His throat felt dry as he was finally able to tear his eyes away from the weapon and meet with the unamused stare of the man before him. He was shorter than Tsukishima, but he in no way felt bigger than him. Licking at his lips, he gave the smallest of nods as an answer, unsure of how to speak. When all he got in response was the raising of an eyebrow, he forced out a choked, “Yes, sir.”


It wasn’t a reaction Tsukishima was expected. In fact, now that he stood there, he realized that it was wrong of him to have expected anything. He soon heard her voice calling his name before she pushed past her father to take hold of his hand and pull him inside. The man stepped to the side, but Tsukishima was hyper aware of the weapon in his hand; this was going to be an interesting evening.

Nervous was the only term Kuroo could associate with his current situation. He was seated next to her on the couch within their living room, his eyes fixed on the objects decorating the walls. A variety of guns hung as ornaments around them and he was sure that he couldn’t breath for a split second. Clearing his throat, he attempted to bring his gaze back to her, his voice higher than expected her he spoke: “And, uh, what does your dad do again?”

She gave a shrug, her eyes following his to the walls. “Not sure, honestly,” she answered, “something for the military, but it’s classified work so he can’t tell us anything.”

The information instantly swirled around Kuroo’s head at an alarming rate when he heard the heavy footsteps approaching. What kind of dangerous work did this man do? And what kind of death was he about to experience by dating his daughter?

Standing to his feet instantly, Kuroo was already extending his hand out when he saw the figure of the man walk into the living room with them. “S-sir,” he cleared his throat the moment the stutter left him, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, it’s a pleasure–”

“Sit,” the man demanded, his voice deep.

Kuroo’s body instantly did as he was told, his eyes wide as the man took his seat before the couple in the chair opposite them. He stared and Kuroo stared back. He felt sweat begin to gather at the back of his neck as the gesture continued, but he refused to speak, refused to do anything that he wasn’t told to do. Her father was sizing him up and he was ready for whatever was about to come, even if he was terrified about it.

Dinner was so close to being a delight. The food was good, she was beautiful, her mother was a lovely woman, but then there was her father who didn’t remove his eyes from Tendou the entire meal. It had been unnerving. As though the man was not only dissecting everything he had to say, but every single movement he made as well. Like he was scoping out his prey.

And now her and her mother had gone into the kitchen for dessert, leaving Tendou alone with the predatory man at the other end of the table. Tendou shifted, his hands gripping and loosening on the fabric of his pants, unsure of whether he should meet the gaze across from him head on or occupy his eyes elsewhere.

“And, uh, what do you do, sir?” he brought himself to ask, pulling a smile onto his face when he looked up again. This was a good line of topic, no? Something the man would be comfortable with sharing and Tendou would get further insight into her family life.

“Work that could potentially kill you,” was the answer he got, forcing racing chills down the boy’s spine. Who the hell was this man and what did he do for a living? A small questioning noise left Tendou’s lips as his smile dropped away, fear falling into the pit of his stomach. He wanted to probe further only to know what that meant, but didn’t get the chance where both ladies returned with slices of pie for everyone.

Tendou tried not to think about the threat that was potentially just placed on his life.

The night hadn’t gone exactly as Kenma had thought it would. Not that it had gone… terribly wrong. Just that he wasn’t sure he should be walking home alone tonight. Not after he had been shown the safe full of weaponry that was opened by her father. Small comments being made about some of them being illegal to own by normal citizens. Which made him either a crook or over qualified by the government.

Kenma wasn’t sure he liked either of those options. Especially when those options concerned his well being.

He liked this girl, a lot. So to have her father approve of him was something that was important for the future of their relationship and for a moment he was terrified that he would never receive it. The man had barely said two words to him - granted, Kenma barely spoke the entirety of his time there either. And he was sure the constant fidgeting and shifting he had displayed under the man’s scrutiny was not something that suited well with him.

Standing with her on the porch, he felt his body freeze up when she leaned to press her lips against his. Thought of that man coming forward with one of those many firearms for being too close to his daughter ran through Kenma’s mind. Despite the momentary fear, a smile tugged at his lips when she leaned back, stating how she was glad he came. Because really, despite the imminent threat, she was totally worth it.

Too many questions probed Akaashi’s mind as he wandered back home, feet carrying him faster than truly necessary. He felt nervous in the dark streets as though he hadn’t really left the man that was her father back at her home. Not the he hadn’t been nice - he hadn’t said anything to Akaashi of malcontent - but he definitely didn’t give the warmest of welcomes.

Akaashi got it; father’s were protective of their little girls, but this man gave off a dangerous air that he hadn’t been able to place. The way he had observed their entire evening as though cataloging information had put Akaashi on edge most of the night. And then there was the silent yet obvious display of a weapon in the corner of the room. That had been hard to look away from.

Then there was the looming presence as he had sat with her on the couch, their fingers intertwined and her head of his shoulder. The feeling made his hair stand on end, but he said nothing to her nor did she say anything to him. It was not until he was saying goodbye for the night that she gave a small apology.

“I hope he didn’t scare you,” she gave a sheepish smile, “he’s can put on the scary act, but he’s a not so bad.” The tacked on information about his classified government work didn’t keep him as reassured as it might have been. And despite such a foreboding presence, Akaashi was determined about her.

He was back the next day, gaining a morsel of respect.