Keith, rash as he could often be, understood that his responsibility as a paladin of Voltron was to the universe. So, he understood that despite what they felt, he and Lance couldn’t be anything other than paladins, at least until the war was over.
After nine years of rivalry, turned pining, turned something just shy of lovers, the war is over. The paladins are headed to Earth, Lance isn’t wasting any time, and Keith, as much as he loves a challenge, just tries to keep up.
They fall together in increments, like the shifting of glaciers, of mountains strong and true. They fall in together, and it’s inevitable. — Keith lands half on him and half on Red, laughing unrestrainedly. There’s fruit stains all over his mouth and chin and more on his hands and shirt, and Lance can feel the stickiness catch on his hair where Keith’s buried his fingers into.
Lance has always believed in aliens- but falling in love with a beautiful boy who fell out of the sky was never his plan.
Or: In which a slightly lost, sometimes sad astrophysics student meets an alien, and together they break into flower shops, stargaze on volcanic lakes, steal a van, and learn to revel in every moment of existence.
Keith has never really been good with words. He says what he means, and more often than not, what he doesn’t mean, leading to several uncomfortable situations. If only there were a way to talk to the blue paladin without using words…
“What?” He whirls around to Lance, scowling harshly, but it’s a poor imitation of his usual glare. Lance can recognize when it’s genuine irritation at him and when it’s only misdirected; he’s started to scratch the surface of decoding Keith’s facial expressions and body language, and he knows enough to recognize that this is not annoyance.
This is badly concealed grieving.
“It’s okay to not be fine right now.” – keith and lance try to get used to shiro being gone.
michael and jeremy become mell-heere. michael likes to say ‘michael mell-heere’ in a way that sounds like ‘michael mell, here’ and he thinks its funny. he can also say it in a really stupid poor imitation of kermit the frog’s voice and it gets jeremy every time
jake & rich become mr and mr goranski bc if you think for One Second that jake isnt taking rich’s last name, ur dead wrong. rich is like “i mean are you sure??” and jake’s like “dude jake goranski sounds so badass ofc im sure”
chloe takes brooke’s last name!! for a long time brooke thinks her last name is lame bc ppl mispronounce it all the time and to her lohst is so plain compared to ~valentine~ so when chloe’s like “it just feels right” brooke just starts crying on the spot lmao
jenna & christine become the canigulas and jenna says it all the time she always introduces herself as jenna canigula even if it’s just a first name/casual scenario bc she just likes hearing it lmao
Perhaps Harry’s intentions hadn’t been
clear enough. Perhaps he should have been more straight forward with Draco. But
really, wasn’t it obvious? Did he really have to say it?
course his invite to dinner was a date. How could
Draco interpret it any other way? They’d had lunch together alone before,
plenty of times, but never dinner. Dinner meant something more than just
colleagues or friends. At least it did to Harry. It had taken him weeks to
work up the courage just to ask.
And he had turned up to find out Draco had
invited Pansy and Blaise, thinking it was a group dinner. Harry had had to
excuse himself while Draco sorted out their table – “Oh no, the reservation was
for six people, wasn’t it Harry? You must have misheard him over the phone” –
and call Hermione and Ron to urgently join him.
It had taken some time to convince them.
Ron couldn’t stop laughing long enough to have a conversation and Hermione
insisted Harry simply tell Draco how he felt. Like it was that easy. Like he
hadn’t already revealed enough by asking Draco out for dinner.
With a lot of begging, Hermione and Ron had
dressed and apparated over, coming to Harry’s rescue. And now Harry found
himself wedged between the two, opposite Draco, also wedged between his own
friends. Draco hadn’t spoken to Harry directly at all. There was polite group
chatter in which they both participated, but it wasn’t like their long nights
alone in the office together, nothing like their lunches. For the most part,
Draco spoke with his own friends, whispering into Pansy’s ear, laughing into
Harry had always thought that his growing
relationship with Draco was something special. Something different. But seeing
Draco with his other friends, perhaps it wasn’t anything particular at all.
Just a convenient friendship with a colleague, to bide the time during the
workday until he could go out with his real friends.
Harry hadn’t meant to get drunk. But he had
a habit of drinking nervously just to have something to do with his hands. And
the waiter kept filling up his wine glass. So, by dessert, when Pansy laughed –
a sound that Harry was growing to hate – at one of Draco’s jokes and placed a
hand on his shoulder, Harry didn’t have the control to stop himself from
“Oh, you’re just so funny, Draco!” He said, in a very poor imitation of Pansy’s
Everybody turned to stare at him.
“What the fuck, Potter?” Blaise said.
“What the fuck, Zabini?” Harry mimicked with another terrible imitation.
Hermione nudged him under the table. Harry
paid no mind, and went to take another swig of his wine glass.
Draco’s hands stopped him, leaning over the
table to pull Harry’s wine glass from his grip. “Harry, are you drunk?” He asked quietly.
Harry laughed. “Now, you pay attention to me,” he mumbled. He tried to steal the
glass back, but Draco held it out of his reach.
“What do you mean by that?” Draco asked,
his eyes boring into Harry’s intently.
Harry looked away – he was starting to feel
dizzy with that gaze directed at him. “You’ve been getting chummy with Pansy
and Blaise all night.”
“Harry,” Ron whispered urgently beside him,
“I think you –“
“Chummy?” Draco repeated. “They’re my
friends, Harry. Of course we’re chummy.”
Harry’s head felt heavy. “So, I’m not your
friend then? I’m just someone you work
with?” Harry’s voice was rising dangerously, the alcohol helping him forget
where he was.
Draco gently placed Harry’s glass back down
on the table, his voice, still quiet, in great contrast to Harry’s. “I wouldn’t
be here if you were just someone I worked with.”
“Then why’d you have to bring Pansy and
“Why’d you bring Ron and Hermione?” Draco
“Because I saw your friends and didn’t want
you to know this was a date so I forced them to – “
“This is a date?” Draco interrupted, at the same time Harry realised what he’d
said. The alcohol was loosening his tongue.
“It was supposed
to be,” Harry said sulkily, looking back up at Draco. He knew he was being
childish but he didn’t particularly care. This had been brewing all night, and eight
and a half glasses later, Harry wasn’t so concerned about consequences.
Draco – to his credit – looked genuinely apologetic.
“Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.”
“What else would it be?”
“Harry, I truly am sorry, but in my
defence, you did suggest we ‘hang out for dinner’ and that I could ‘invite
anyone I wanted.’”
“You weren’t supposed to want to invite anyone!” Harry yelled,
ignoring the sniggers from Pansy and Ron.
“And how was I supposed to know that?” Draco retorted, his face a
mixture of frustration and amusement.
Irritated at being laughed at, Harry slumped
down into his seat and crossed his arms. “You just were.”
“Harry,” Draco said softly after a pause, “Would
you like to go out for dinner with me tomorrow night? I promise it’ll just be
the two of us. And significantly less wine I hope.”
Harry looked up at Draco, suspicious. “Are
you just trying to make this up to me out of pity?”
a date, Harry,” Draco said with a
light chuckle, “I want to go on a date with you. Do you accept?”
Harry shrugged – to a snort of laughter
from Ron. He didn’t want to look too eager
but it was probably eight glasses late to try to act coy. He recalibrated,
stared Draco right in the eye and gave his honest answer (albeit a little
slurred): “I’d love to go on a date with you, Draco.”
CONVENTION TIME ( *3*)9 !!~ I’ve been posting a bunch of photos/videos on Instagram these past days about it, now tumblr can see some photos too :D !
It is to say that this years Connichi Servamp meeting was amazing!!*^* many people attended, a greater variety of characters were there… and of course funny things happened (*o*) !! but I’ll just sum up how the day went ( from my perspective ) :
at first I was walking around with my family first, looking for merchandise and other stuff that might interest us ~ but ey, guess what, there was no Servamp Merch at all ;w;)b
After that I ran into the garden were the some friends found me >w>)9 ! At their regular place ServampCosplayer could leave their bags right there, and that’s also the place when we all gathered the other Cosplay later :D! btw! dearest @kumaikoro sewed this one super cute Tsubaki foxy plush for me !! *3*) THANK YOU A HUNDRED TIMES AGAIN <3 ;///;;; !!
and after gaining a bunch of Servamp Cosplayer we started to play a game :D ! “ Who am I ? ” Servamp edition ! Simply, everyone was given a card of one Servamp character. For example me, I had the ‘inner Lawless’ ( now known as Pudding-Lawless ). Everyone knew I was him except me. The goal is just to find out who you are. So I was asking things like “ Am I a boy ? a vampire ? Do I belong to the good ones ? am I a THING ? ” etc, and so did everybody ~ It was very hilarious seeing all those desperate faces >:D
Right after that game we decided to do a photo shooting somewhere else in a park >w>)9! but at first we went to a playground were we, as serious and responsible adults, played there like tiny children xD no seriously, sometimes there were 5 people on the seesaw or Mikuni and Tsurugi sitting on one swing seat. yes, serious Cosplayer of a series with deep deeeep dark stories or other events such as betrayal and murder, affecting innocent people’s life…. now playing on a children’s playground =v=)b
idk the rest ( - some of them in part 2 : the other Kuro, Rayscent Crazyrabbit, Tsubaki, the other Lawless, Licht, Mahiru.. ) ;w; if one does know their social media names then don’t hesitate to let me know =v=)/ !
Stiles dropped the book onto the table and opened it. The spine of it cracked. Some of the pages fell out and fluttered to the floor.
“Oh come on,” Stiles whined, “I just bought this one.”
The baby made an inquisitive cooing sound and reached for the book.
“No, Jellybean,” he said patiently, as he gently pried her pudgy hands away from it.
A half laugh, half choked sort of noise from across the table made Stiles lift his head. Derek was staring at him, eyebrows raised in question.
“I don’t want to give her a name, we’ll get attached. So that’s my nickname for her.” Stiles said, slowly.
Derek’s eyebrows seemed to crawl higher (which Stiles hadn’t thought possible until just then), “Yes, but, Jellybean?”
Derek just huffed out another laugh and turned his attention back to the laptop.
“Not hard to find stuff about the fae, at least.” Stiles mused, “Although a lot of the lore seems to agree they’re nothing like Tinkerbell.” He held up the book to show Derek an illustration of a rather vicious-looking pixie, and bared his teeth in a poor imitation of it.
This seemed to delight Jellybean, as she let out a high-pitched squeal and waved her hands towards him. Stiles turned his attention to her and tickled her belly, and she dissolved into giggles. When Stiles looked up, Derek looked a little dazed. Stiles grinned at him.
It’s a hollow threat, Prokopenko knows, but he flinches just the same. It takes a massive effort to keep from stepping away. He doesn’t like it when K gets like this. Twisting his fingers, nervously biting at his lower lip, he asks, softly, “You really that angry?”
Kavinsky’s glare could cut glass, dark and fierce and furious. Without his sunglasses, K is a beast.
Fighting back a rather pleasant shiver, knowing it’s a risk, Proko moves in to straddle Kavinsky’s hips, threading his fingers into dark hair. Brushing his lips against K’s by way of apology, Proko murmurs, soft and sweet, “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t baby me.” It comes as a hiss, the warning of a snake before it bites you.
“Don’t sound so pissy.” Pissy is an understatement, Jiang knows. Seated on the opposite arm of the sofa, he nurses his busted lip, aware of the fact that he’s got blood dripping down his chin. He licks a bit of it away; The metallic taste of it is familiar and grounding. It’s not the first time K’s hit him, though this time was definitely deserved. The entire pack knows how possessive Kavinsky is when it comes to Prokopenko. “If you paid attention to him, he wouldn’t have to come running to me.”
Hands too tight at Proko’s bare hips, digging blue-violet bruises into golden skin, K snarls, “Didn’t ask you.”
“Don’t have to ask.” Jiang holds the concerned look Prokopenko shoots at him for a few seconds before he meets Kavinsky’s dark, dark eyes, steeling himself. “It’s obvious.”
Really, it is, but there’s no way in Hell K is going to admit that. Jiang and Proko are both fully aware of it. “You see this?” This proves to be Proko’s hand, and Kavinsky gives it a squeeze as indication, thumbing at the other boy’s knuckles. It’s strangely comforting for the both of them. “This is mine.”
Eyes narrowing, Jiang hisses out, “He isn’t a thing, K.”
Leaning in to rest his forehead against Kavinsky’s shoulder, his eyes still on Jiang’s, Proko sighs, “Yes, I am.”
Nodding, Kavinsky agrees, with a poor imitation of Proko’s lilting accent, “Yes, he is.” Tangling one hand into sandy-blonde locks, he drags Proko closer, mouthing along the side of his neck. “Dream thing.”
Proko whimpers at that, though it’s unclear whether it’s in response to the words, or to the flutter of chapped lips along sensitive skin. His eyes are still on Jiang’s, barely-blue on mirror-black.
“You oughta know by now,” Kavinsky says to Jiang between kisses, eyes rapidly darkening, “that I don’t like sharing my things.”
Requested by@hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles
girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s
jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!
A/N : I’m not
a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation,
so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name
to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I
feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many
« blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you
can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my
readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit
(a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST
DEAL WITH ME OkAY
Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up
Set between season 5 &
Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)
Living in a
small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on
another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour
drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered.
After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you
were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man
in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the
world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your
dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that
nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live
obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of loner
and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within
your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend
hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that
his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and
Starbucks, it was settled.
happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland
quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here
vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your
life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel
anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in
boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days
later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for
the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.
Lena has to know. She’s the CEO of L-Corp at 24, not to mention a genius in biochemistry and all things business. Rao, the girl tried to cure cancer at 15! Kara’s pretty sure that through Lena’s lead, L-Corp could dictate the direction of global scientific and technological advancement. And she’s such a wonderful person, despite her tendency to consume the devil’s lettuce. She’s gracefully turning Luthor Corp around from its past “murdering, world domination” direction to the profound global transformation promise of L-Corp.
Kara’s getting out of track here. The point is Lena is smart and she’s going to find out eventually. And the truth is, keeping the secret from Lena is just drowning Kara in guilt. Kara has developed a streak of cancelled lunch and dinners with Lena. Kara kept cancelling on the CEO of L-Corp like she’s the one with board meetings and press conferences and R&D projects. Not that Lena has ever made her feel guilty about cancelling on her. In fact, she’s been entirely too graceful about it. Kara can’t help but remember that Lena has openly told her that she’s “her only friend in National City” and “most people wouldn’t touch a Luthor with a ten-foot pole”. It’s just rude how people presume that Lena is a bad person based solely on her last name, only jerkfaces would do that. Kara would gladly touch Lena all over, all day and all night, it’s an honor and a privilege to be her friend.
“Kara, would you stop pacing? You’re wearing down the concrete floor.” Alex says, doing her signature hands-on-hips pose. Alex is right, as always. Plus, Supergirl nervously pacing in the DEO must be worrying a few agents. “What’s causing your crinkle this time?”
Kara swats away her sister’s hand before she could boop the said crinkle. She sighs, “I think I should tell Lena that I’m Supergirl.” She flinches for the expected lecture from her sister- who she adores and loves, Kara tries to remind herself - but nothing comes.
Instead, Alex is pursing her lips and nodding like she’s considering the idea. “You should.” Alex says simply, and Kara can’t help her jaw from dropping and staring at her sister like she grew an extra head.
“What?!” Alex just stares at her like Kara coming out to Lena isn’t at all shocking.
“Lena has helped you plenty of times as both Kara and Supergirl. She obviously adores you, and she’s earned my trust a long time ago, thanks to you not shutting up about her.” Alex has obviously gone crazy. She doesn’t talk about Lena that much. “Honestly, I think you might be crushing on that poor little Luthor.”
Kara can feel herself blushing and Alex smirks like she just hit the sister-teasing jackpot. “I don’t-” Kara starts gesticulating wildly but her cheeks feel hot and she can’t imagine how red she is right now.
“Oh Alex,” Alex clutches at her chest as a poor imitation of her, “how is it possible for Lena to be this pretty?” Alex keeps going before Kara could deny her accusations, “Alex, her eyes are two different hues, do you think she has magical powers?”
“Alex, did you see how good Lena looked in her tactical gear when she helped me take down that rogue alien?”
“Alex, I looked into her eyes!”
“Alex, Lena smelled like cinnamon today and it made me think of Cinnabon. I could just eat her.”
“Alex, stop!” Kara warns, but it just encourages her sister further and she starts walking around dramatically and posing like a gushing maiden.
“Oh, Alex! ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy! Luthor is nor hand, nor foot!” Kara starts chasing her sister at that and the two start running around in the DEO like children.
“Oh-“ Alex bumps into J’onn and the two sisters immediately try to look as nonchalant as they could.
“Agent Danvers.”, J’onn says to Alex. Alex’s earlier enjoyment from teasing her is not visible anymore and Kara mentally applauds her sister’s poker face.
“Director J’onzz.” Alex replies easily.
J’onn turns to look at her now, “Supergirl.”
“J’onn.” She replies with a tiny squeal.
He goes back his way and Kara thanks Rao that J’onn didn’t hear about her dilemma. Or her crush. Kara glares at her sister but Alex gestures that J’onn is still within ear-shot.
J’onn turns around before finally exiting the area and shouts “You should tell her!” Alex starts cackling at that and Kara starts blushing all over again.
“I’ll go get you a copy of the non-disclosure agreement.” Alex says before she starts jogging towards HR, not even holding back her laughter.
x x x x x
It has been 2 weeks since Kara got the approval to reveal her secret to Lena. The NDA is all wrinkled now, taking shelter in her purse, then her desk at CatCo., then tucked in her boots when she’s in her suit. It’s not that she’s nervous to tell Lena about her alter ego. It’s just that it has to be the perfect. This is a pretty big deal, it’s not as simple as her telling Lena that she actually hates the healthy food that Lena loves so much and she just pretends to like them so she could spend time with the CEO. Plus, whenever Kara tells Lena that she has to talk to her, Lena’s face falls like she thinks Kara is about to end their friendship.
Plus, Lena’s eyes are very distracting.
Kara has been out of her mind trying to think of ways to tell Lena. How do you tell your friend that you have a crush on her that your families are mortal rivals and, oh, her cousin put her brother in jail. And because of how distracted she is, Supergirl finds herself next to a knocked-down street lamp. She had crashed into it when the alien she’s fighting took advantage of her preoccupied mind and landed a blow on her. Supergirl does not like destruction of public property. She gets up again and decks the alien so hard, it loses its consciousness in a snap.
“That’s it,” Kara says to herself, “I’m telling her now.”
The DEO agents start rolling in to collect the alien and put them in lock-up. Kara once again examines the damage of the battle and she’s thankful that it’s just the street lamp. It’s so pretty and it holds together the aesthetic of the block. And it must have been expensive - it’s like ten feet!
That’s when she gets her brilliant idea.
She picks up the pole and shouts “I’ll take care of this” to the agents watching her. Kara is actually late for lunch with Lena so she knows exactly where the CEO would be waiting. Without much thought, Kara starts flying in the direction of the CEO, the pole on her right hand held like a spear. She spots Lena looking elegant outside the restaurant they were supposed to get lunch and lands about a block away so as to not startle the Luthor.
Kara is so excited to finally tell Lena that she’s Supergirl, she forgets to hold the pole in a non-threatening way as she starts to jog to her.
That’s when Lena spots her. Supergirl, full smile on her face like she’s about to do something freeing, running towards her with a spear on hand. Oh my god, Lena thinks, this Luthor is about to get kebabbed by a Super. So she starts running. Lena doesn’t like running but that’s something she’s willing to let go of during this unexpected predicament.
“Lena, stop running!” Kara shouts as she trails behind the young Luthor.
“I’m not about to make this easy on you!” Lena shouts back.
Kara thinks Lena definitely knows that she’s Supergirl and is trying her best to live in denial. “This is something I have to do. Alex and J’onn even approved it!”
Lena freaks out further at the thought of Kara’s sister actually agreed to this. Most of the assassins that are sent to get her prefer to do things a little more discreet. “You, know most people don’t come at me like this.” she quips without looking back.
“You know I’m not like most people.” Lena thinks of the one person who is decidedly not like most people. “Lena, I’m Supergirl, but carrying around a ten-foot pole gets tiring. And I’m hungry, plus you know my lunch break isn’t that long.”
“You’re not the only one getting tired, Supergirl” Lena says in harsh breaths, she definitely doesn’t like running.
“What, the devil’s lettuce not keeping you fit?” Lena freezes. The devil’s lettuce? There’s only one person Lena knows who calls it that. Lena turns around, realization dawning on her. Not like most people. Ten-foot pole. Short lunch break… HUNGRY?
Supergirl finally catches up to her, “Boop.” She smiles when the end of the pole gently pokes Lena’s arm.
I miss real food especially creamy delicious ice-cream on a hot day when your fingers get all sticky and-
chunky monkey is overrated
first of all it's the best flavor in the world and you've personally offended me. I mean - it even has Chocolate bits in- wait. how did you know that was my favorite??
easy, I listen to you
you used to play the drums in a band called rock solid panda, you talk in movie quotes and love bladerunner, you ramble and smile when you're scared or nervous, you're jewish and it's very important to you, when you're angry you fling your arms around a lot, your favorite blood type is O negative, you like wearing my clothes and make faces at yourself in the mirror when you're wearing them (a poor imitation of me), you get excited about two men kissing, you've watched The Graduate no less than 10 times, you frequently leave your phone in the other room by accident, you keep your eyes open when I'm leaning in to kiss you, you tell cheesy jokes about being dead, you sleep on the right side of the bed, your mother calls you monkey, you miss her more often than not and you actually think your star wars pick up lines are smooth
“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought
to his lips.
Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said,
happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant
gleam in his eyes.
“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his
pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy
with this report – which he was – but
Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat
by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.
Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.
Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up
at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san,
I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”
Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and
dramatically put his hand over his heart.
I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he
grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still
holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with
the honorific, these things are super important!”
Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by
Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were
alone at the office at the same time.
Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the
idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while
still holding the other’s hands.
“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him,
Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step
“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”
I’m not sure this is necessary-“
Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”
“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names.
Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and
“You’re not making any sense.”
made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand –
maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of
a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as
Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air
over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.
Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and
then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the
The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper,
he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He
leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and
cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.
“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite
his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”
A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi
could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened,
and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing
– what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but
could only sputter helplessly.
Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it,
huh?” He said victoriously.
Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands
in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said
with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:
Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up
to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.
“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s
He got up, strange expression on his face, and then
walked towards the exit.
“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the
door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.
“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of
life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.
Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What
Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his
papers, “and why am I even acting
“It’s along the way, can’t take more than ten minutes,” Jim answered gruffly, he hated when you would whine. “Please? You’re usually such a good girl.”
That definitely wasn’t a lie. Usually you remained on your top behavior, Jim’s job was stressful enough and he shouldn’t have to worry about you. It was fun being a good girl at times. Of course, being a bad girl was equally as fun. Especially when you pushed Jim enough to get him to punish you.
“Look, YN, I love you and our night is important. I need to find to find where the gang keeps their weapons cache,” he pleaded, parking the car in front of a club.
“Please, daddy?” You pouted, arms crossed in front of your chest. “I never get to spend time with you since we came to Gotham. The city needs you, sure, but so do I.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want. It’s just really hard for kids on the street. I want to make it safer for them and for ours if we ever have children. Promise, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, attempting to make you see what he saw.
“I…fine! But just because the kids deserve good lives. I hate you, Gordon.”
He raised a brow, “What did you say?” Jim had set a few rules when the two of you had gotten together. One of them was to never refer to him using his name if you were alone.
“You heard me. I said it quite clearly, but if I need to say it again. I. Hate. You. Gordon,” you repeated with a sickly sweet smile.
His jaw tightened but nonetheless he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Jim never left without making you remember he loved you. “Be a good girl and wait in the car.” He slammed the car door as he exited, assuring you there was a punishment to come.
“Be a good girl and wait in the car,” you mimicked in a poor imitation of his voice.
-pov change. Jim-
“Detective Gordon, what can I do for you today my friend?”
“I need information about the oncoming gang wars happening. Where the weapons are more specifically,” I demanded, staring down the small man.
“I can’t give you that information,” he said in his annoying better than you voice, “Unless of course I can get a favor in return. Then, just maybe I can see what I can do for you.”
“What do you want Oswald? I don’t have all night,” I huffed, crossing my arms.
“I just need you to over look an endeavor of mine. Nothing to be worried about, still, you’ll know when it happens.”
I weighed my options carefully, Cobblepot, no matter how meek he seemed, was incredibly crafty. Still, the looming gang war was a bigger threat at the moment. “Fine have your way.”
Oswald provided me with known caches and rumored ones. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Detective Gordon.”
“Wish I could say the same.” I turned on my heel, already feeling like a dirtier cop. If anyone had told me I would be doing this a year ago, there would be no way in hell I would believe them.
-pov change reader-
“Dddaadddyyy, I’m bored,” I whined as soon as he entered the car.
“Not right now, YN.”
One look at his face was enough to shut you up. “Yes, sir.”
The rest of your date was spent with short clipped answers and a cold shoulder. You figured it had to do with whoever he met at the club, still it hurt something awful.
“The movie was cool,” you tried for a conversation, “I didn’t expect the twist at the end.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever YN.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning your head against the car window. It’s better not to try anymore. Jim would get over it in a couple of hours if you were lucky.
Upon returning to your shared apartment, you poured him a scotch and ran off to take a shower. Hopefully a good drink could win him over or at least get him into a better mood.
When you found him again, he was sat in front of the tv legs spread wide. “Sorry for misbehaving, daddy..” You whispered, taking a seat on his lap and nuzzling close, “How are you feeling?”
“Don’t apologize, little brat,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck, “You weren’t the one that ruined the night. Sorry about that, love. When I decided to join the GCPD, there was this image In my head but now… I just, didn’t expect life to be this way. This part of my life is perfect, don’t doubt that. Work turned into something darker.”
“Want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, “No. It’s better for me if I kept these lives separated.”
You nodded your head, understanding. “Just remember, I’m always here for you. Even if you are a grump every now and then.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss.
He chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch. “But you seem to love it. Now, I believe you owe me a punishment.”
Your eyes widened, in faux shock. “I’m an angel!” Still you slipped off of his lap and ran away, “Catch me if you can!”