this side of the law

I Dare You - Chapter 7 - JohnTen - Mafia Leader x Detective - Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 - Intro ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7

if you don’t want to kill me for this writer’s block, i do. thank you for the continuous support, guys, i love you <3

Word Count: 1691

Trigger Warning: Offensive Language, Graphic Descriptions

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU

Ten couldn’t identify the person who had sent him such a threat; it could have been anyone. He had that many enemies after him, be it from the mafia’s side or from the side of the law.

And the law was staring him in the face in the form of the love of his life. How ironic.

“Are you alright, Ten?” Johnny asked him, his mellow voice full of concern.

He involuntarily held out his phone so that Johnny could read, not even debating whether he should allow Johnny to see the message to begin with, already trusting him.

It was like all his mafia training had gone down the drain in the presence of his soulmate. How foolish.

The taller man’s eyes widened a fraction, immediately glancing over to look at Ten, whose face had visibly paled.

Before Ten could protest, Johnny’s hand was in his, pulling him forward towards a car.

He couldn’t help but ask, paranoid.

“Where are you taking me? Do you know who sent this?”

Johnny continued dragging him forward, and Ten tugged backwards, not his usual self when faced by such a situation.

Because you were never dumb enough to get yourself in such a situation, he screamed at himself, internally boiling with anger at his own fallacies.

“We’re going to my apartment. It’s secure because I had the systems updated and no one can hurt you there. I’d rather we go now before I see a bullet through your head from some sniper I can’t locate yet,” urged Johnny, panic evident in his voice, his eyes darting around as he looked for any suspicious movement. Or lack of that, thereof.

Without hesitation, Ten ran towards the passenger side of the car and flung the door open, strapping himself in the front as Johnny did so in the driver’s seat and pushed the key into ignition, the car’s engine roaring to life.

Johnny checked his side mirrors furtively, making sure there were no cars he could accidentally crash into as he hurriedly pulled out of his parking spot and sped away.

Ten’s eyes were shut, but it wasn’t out of fear. He was trying to regain his composure and think straight.

Someone had followed him out to the café and spotted him with Johnny, so the sender of the message had to be somebody who knew what he looked like and knew where his living headquarters were located.

There was only one man who knew this exact information: his second in command, Echo.

Nobody knew his real name because it was said he was wanted for his crimes in six different provinces, and Ten had taken him under his wing a year earlier when he had proved to be the most superior in his combat training group.

“Johnny?” he had asked in a calm voice, and the other snapped out of his dazed train of thought.

“Yes?” Johnny replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued speeding and checking all mirrors to make sure they weren’t being tailed.

Ten didn’t want to use his untraceable cellphone, even if he had had it.

As far as he was concerned, it was bugged. The phones that he had programmed weren’t supposed to be able to receive any messages from anybody else.

He needed to dispose of it as soon as physically possible.

“Can we stop at a payphone?” Ten continued in the same calm demeanor.

“Now?!” Johnny asked him incredulously, sending short wide-eyed glances in Ten’s direction as he drove.

“Yes, now.”

It was something in Ten’s tone that made the goosebumps on Johnny’s arms appear and the hair on the back of his neck rise.

“There’s a payphone two blocks away from here and one block away from my house, but you’ll have to be quick. You can’t take more than - “

“Thirty seconds or they’ll be able to record the call and identify it was me. Because the man I shot two days ago was wired and you can all identify my voice now,” Ten continued speaking in the same menacing voice, and Johnny’s heartbeat spiked.

Johnny had almost forgotten who this small beautiful man was, and he found himself smiling. He remembered very well that this same man had been toying around with him and leading him into dead ends for months, making the mafia’s dreadful reputation expand and grow cautiously.

“Of course,” Johnny finished, a warm feeling in his chest as he glanced over and Ten and smiled.

I must be out of my mind, he thought happily. He was now a traitor to the very law he had vowed to protect, and he loved it.

Getting near the payphone, Ten pulled up his hood and bowed his head as he swiftly ran towards the payphone.

Before entering the booth, he took out his disposable cell and smashed it hard to the ground, shattering it on impact.

He gave it a good two stomps to make sure it was destroyed, then he pulled out a phone number from memory and used the coin Johnny had given him to dial up.

“Who is this and how did you get this number?” was Echo’s first reply, his voice evidently tense.

“I gave it to you. Insignia Red,” Ten answered hastily, giving the code.

“Boss,” said Echo, letting out a more relaxed breath as he recognized the voice on the other end of the call. “Where are you calling from?”

“That doesn’t concern you,” he replied again. The clock was ticking, and he didn’t have that much time. He continued the interrogation. “Where are you at the moment, and where have you been for the past two hours?”

“You assigned me to be training the new shitheads after one of them fucked up the operation and forgot to check the wiring a few days ago. I’ve been here since the ass-crack of dawn.”

Ten could hear sparring in the background and the ringing of a bullet that must have collided with the target.

“Have you sent anybody else my coordinates?” he continued angrily.

“The hell? Of course not, boss, I’m not a fucking idiot!” exclaimed Echo.

“We’ve been compromised, evacuate and head to location Foxtrot,” Ten finished, and he hung up the payphone before running back towards the car.

“All good?” Johnny asked, and Ten glanced over to look at him like he was hoping that was a joke.

Johnny rolled his eyes and continued driving, parking the car in front of a house in the middle of the next street over.

“You got what I meant,” said Johnny, opening the door as he and Ten slipped inside, turning all the locks to make sure they were shut in.

He spun around to look at Ten, and he saw him glancing around at the corners and vases. He immediately understood.

“The place isn’t wired or rigged with any cameras on the inside or outside, just a bolting security system I had installed on all windows and doors.”

Ten still looked suspicious, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decide whether to take his word for it.

Johnny walked forward and leant down, pressing his forehead against Ten’s.

“You’re safe here. I promise.”

Ten let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you tell all the guys you take back to your place on the first date?”

Johnny felt his face split into a grin as he smirked in Ten’s direction. “I wouldn’t know, you’re the first.”

Ten’s face visibly darkened in color as he cleared his throat, making Johnny’s heart falter for a few seconds as he stared at his magnificent soulmate.

“You know,” he started, grabbing Ten’s attention as he seated himself on a stool at the kitchen counter. “I trained for years so I could become the best detective on the force and solve every case I were to be presented with.”

Ten walked closer, standing only a step away from Johnny’s body.

“I swore that I would find you even if my life depended on it. And now here you are, right in front of me, and it’s the probably the happiest I’ve ever felt my whole life, and for all the wrong reasons that seem to go against everything I had ever worked for. But you know what’s even worse than that?”

Ten’s lips were slightly parted as he stared at Johnny, his angelic eyes almost childlike as the taller man reached over and pulled his glasses off of him.

“What’s worse,” he continued, “is that I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. I finally found you.”

Johnny pressed his thumb onto his soulmate band, sending Ten his everything. He watched as the other man gasped for air, hand quickly reaching over to hold his arm as his eyes watered.

Johnny pulled him down onto his lap, supporting his back with one hand as the other went up to cup his face. He leaned in, placing his soft lips on Ten’s, their mouths molding together as Ten’s hands went up to tangle his fingers in Johnny’s beautiful hair.

Johnny smiled into the kiss as Ten’s tears fell down his face, him shifting around in order to properly straddle Johnny and kiss him with everything he had.

He pulled a hand away from Johnny’s hair and towards the marked arm that cupped his face, placing his fingers on Johnny’s mark as he shared every drop of emotion that seemed to fill his very ragged breaths.

Johnny gasped against Ten’s lips, whimpering softly as he rested his head against Ten’s shoulder and let his breath fan against the smaller boy’s neck.

Both breathing hard, they sat in that same position for what seemed like the most comfortable eternity.

It was Ten who spoke first. 

“I waited all this time, I wish I’d just known it was you.”

“You do now,” came Johnny’s reply, and he slowly connected their lips again like the world around them didn’t even exist.

Outside in Johnny’s driveway, Ten’s old mentor pulled his car out of its parking spot and started cruising away.

How convenient it was for your enemies to think you were dead.


Trick Or Treat bachelors!

Spice, a pumpkaboo, something of a trickster and loves sweets more than anything on this earth. Is a lot older than he looks (by a couple hundred years) and will get really angry if you call him a teen. Chaotic Good.

Misery, a chandelure, the oldest of the group and easily the leader of the Old Chateau. He’s kind and forgiving, but has a certain side of ruthlessness to him when faced with looters and criminals. Lawful Neutral.

Salem, a (mega) banette, a true rowdy boy. He does what he wants when he wants and doesn’t care about how it effects others. Not exactly trying to cause harm to others, but he certainly doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Chaotic Neutral.

All of these boys can be dated!

                 I  CAN’T  MAKE  THIS  SHIT  UP  Y’ALL.     We’re  having  my  son’s  first  birthday  party  on  Saturday.     My  godmother  is  buying  the  food  which  is  super  helpful  since  we  don’t  have  a  whole  lot  of  money  atm  and  she  asked  me  to  get  a  for  sure  headcount.     My  family  has  all  RSVP’d,     my  in  laws  side  have  not.     I’ve  reached  out  multiple  times  and  have  now  asked  for  my  father  in  law  to  assist.     Apparently.     A  certain  lady  on  that  side  is  upset  because  I  planned  it  for  Saturday  which  is  her  birthday.     I  had  no  idea.     And  is  now  asking  my  father  in  law  if  we  can  reschedule  my  son’s  birthday.


Standing Rock prepares for what could be its last stand against the Dakota Access pipeline

  • A confrontation is coming to Standing Rock.
  • After  Trump signed an executive order to restart construction for the Dakota Access pipeline project, both sides are settling in for what could be the final confrontation between law enforcement and the peaceful resistance at Standing Rock.
  • Leaders of the Standing Rock Sioux and their allies have received word that after Feb. 22, the evacuation deadline set forth by the Army Corps of Engineers, police will begin a forcible evacuation of the camp and its structures. According to Chase Ironeyes of the Lakota People’s Law Project, this could begin as soon as the day after the deadline.
  • As they hope for thousands of additional bodies to arrive in time for the showdown, hundreds remain at the Standing Rock camps intent on seeing the resistance through.
  • But their numbers are a far cry from the 8,000 to 10,000 who were present in early December when a tentative victory was declared. Read more (2/14/17 12:40 PM)

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No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.


He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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im so fucking angry because terezi pyrope’s personal system of ethics is one of the most nuanced and detailed examples of CLS paired with a critique of justice that i’ve ever seen in a piece of fiction and it’s homestuck

Using genealogy to find your trans-cestors

My grandpa does genealogy for fun and he just emailed me about my great grandmother’s great-great-granduncle who was born Sally Strout in Maine, 1791-1871. He identified as male rather than female and went to the lawmakers of Maine to ask them to recognize him as male, allow him a name change and to be allowed to marry a woman. This caused a lot of hoopla since that just wasn’t done at the time, but in the end Albion Peter Strout got his name change and gender recognition, and legally married a lady, Mary Dorsett, on August 31st 1835. He was well thought of by his peers and owned a tavern and sawmill in Buxton, Maine.

We have ALWAYS existed and the historical records are there to prove it. Genealogy is a great resource for learning about our trans ancestors (and LGBTQ+ too!) and it should be used to its fullest potential. Now I know I have a confirmed trans guy related to me who lived 200 years ago and not only had the respect of his town but even got the law on his side in a time when people like him weren’t taken seriously!! Dig around and see what you find about your own family history. Even if you hate your family that’s living, you may find some amazing and inspirational relatives who have passed on.

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I spent too long on this not to post it. Old meme but a fun one ♥ I tried to stick to channels I personally like/am subscribed to. I think I got this pretty spot on! The descriptions were quite hard. I do think there’s more to idubbbz than cyberbullying but certainly that side of his channel fits well under lawful evil >:)

Locked Away

By reddit user Pippinacious

Six months. That’s how long almost half of the new hire last when they become social workers. Some will tell you it’s the pay, others will tell you it’s the stress, still others will complain about poor training or case overload or the broken system. But that’s all bullshit. The reason they quit is always the same; the kids.

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(INFO) Seventeen’s Mingyu is going to join SBS’s “Law of the Jungle”

15일 오후 SBS 측 관계자는 “세븐틴 민규가 ‘정글의 법칙’에 합류한다. 이번 편은 현재 방송 중인 ‘와일드 뉴질랜드’ 편의 후속으로 방송될 예정이다”라고 설명했다.

이날 한 매체에 따르면 민규는 바쁜 스케줄 속에서도 본인 스스로 정글에 가고 싶은 의지가 커 이번 ‘정글의 법칙'에 합류를 하게 됐다.

(trans.) On the afternoon of the 15th, an official of SBS side said, “Seventeen’s Kim Mingyu will join the law of jungle. This part will be broadcasted as a follow-up to 'Wild New Zealand’ which is currently airing.” Despite his busy schedule, he wanted join the programme willingly.