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league of villians headcannons
goes into my head 24/7
Shigaraki
I feel like he has a lot of animal facts stored in his brain especially dogs.
Definitely touch starved but if you touched him he'd freak out and decay you
His hair gets very matted if he's like to focus on other things and forgets to brush his hair or only showers to wash his body/not now only when he had blue hair and dabi weirdly enough helped him because he was somewhat sane and for once peaceful.
He definitely sees the League as a family toga reminds him of Hana sometimes
Loves red sourpatch gummies but hates the blue ones so he gives dabi the blue ones but he actually doesn't hate them he just realized they were dabi's favorite and did it normally but of course doesn't wanna be kind so he plays it off as a "whatever I don't like them take it".
He let's twice of the hook the most if he says or does something. He knows twice doesn't mean it or wish it.
Spinner definitely asks shigaraki to play rpg games with him and shigaraki introduces him to games.
Mr compress is quite amusing to shigaraki but like in a "wtf is wrong with you" way but he can't talk he's mentally ill too.
Dabi
Now I know dabi fights with himself o na daily basis more like with his inner child he's going crazy and he knows he's not gonna make it pass 32.
Definitely bipolar
The inner kid in him fully left at the battle with endeavor just dabi being a body of rage who lost themselves somewhere along the way.
Now if he could cry and didn't burn his tear glands I think he would have a lot of mental breakdowns behind closed doors.
Shigaraki reminds dabi of someone he can't quite put a finger on.
He sometimes questioned what life would be like if it wasn't like this.
Probably the most mentally ill out of the League.
Him trying to kill endeavor is his plan to die with his dad if he can't get his dad to look at him maybe just maybe his dad would hug him before they both died together.
I feel like if he and shigaraki were heros in a different au they'd trauma bond and be close in a platonic or romantic way.
He sees toga as a little sister he didn't want toga to end up like him that's why he gave her that speech.
It was to late for him but not for her
Twice doing those hands movements when he moves them side to side infront of him denying something reminds him of natsuo.
Oddly enough he feels peaceful around spinner
Him and Mr compress definitely had a dance class together to teach dabi to dance.
TOGA
She understands that everyone is dying off slowly and has nightmares about her being next.
Probably put stickers on the leagues clothing
Goes to the arcade to do those dancing games.
Twice
Twice appreciated the League for what they've done.
He saw toga as a daughter.
Fan boys over deadpool.
Sometimes before he died he wished he was dead but as soon as he did he didn't want to die.
Spinner
FANBOYS THE SHIT OUTTA SHIGARAKI
One sided love
He also gets depressed the leagued falling apart.
As a kid he dreamt of owning a business.
Mr compress
He loved dancing and being a center of attention
Probably went to dance classes before he was a villian.
He loved teaching dabi how to dance because someone went to him for help in something they both like.
Probably threw roses if dabi got a dance move right definitely 🕺 emoji fr.
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tiffanylamps · 1 year
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🌊😂❤️👀 for yours asks 🥰
Hey!!! psst, send me pics of your sculpture (if you've updated it) 👀 Thank you for sending me this! [My Beyond Evil Emoji Ask List]
🌊 What moment makes you want to walk into the ocean? I've already given an answer to this question here. But here is another moment that I am crazy over: Ji Hoon going to work the day they find out Min Jeong has gone missing/died.
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It's pretty clear that Ji Hoon has feelings for Min Jeong. We never find out the true extent of those feelings, but the fact that he has a nervous breakdown (of sorts) at her funeral, and Dong Sik is worried for Ji Hoon's mental health in episode 5 (hinting that Ji Hoon suffers from depression and agoraphobia) shows whatever he felt for her was a deep emotion. Yet, he still goes to work and answers the phones (I can't imagine the number of phone calls he had from people panicking and wanting to know information about Min Jeong's disappearance, just further rubbing salt in a fresh wound😭). He's fucking crying at the front desk! But he still does his job, despite the shock, the trauma, the grief!!! I... 😭
😂 What’s your favourite Han Joo Won quirk? Already answered here, here, here. I really like Joo Won, which I know is pretty obvious at this point and I think it's interesting (and honestly, really lovely) that people want to know my opinions of him! He's definitely the character I get asked about the most. Anyway, one thing that I really love about Joo Won is that he needs time to process information. For me, this is a part of his neurodivergent coding (I know we've discussed this already) and is something I really relate to. It's kind of rare (from what I've seen, at least) to see a pov character that gets easily overwhelmed by a bombardment of information and has to take time to let the information sit with them before coming to a conclusion.
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It's one of the reasons his arguments with Dong Sik don't go his way; Dong Sik is able to recite a myriad of points off the top of his head but once he's said them, he kind of forgets (which is very normal for most people). When Joo Won is on the receiving end of this, he tends to shut down, and needs time to collect himself. But he still takes the information in and remembers it, which leads to numerous occasions where he recites something Dong Sik has said back to him, word for word.
I love that! I think it's such an interesting personality trait and it works so well against Dong Sik's personality. They process information in different ways, and their differences complement one another.
❤️ What’s your favourite Dong Sik smile? I answered a fuckton here. I don't have an outright favourite, so I'll give a few more that I didn't include-
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(lol. he thinks jw is hot. loser)
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👀 What would you like to see if they did a season 2? Okay, I have thoughts on this. I think that there is room for a season 2 but I don't think it's necessary to do.
I will prefix this by saying that I may be forgetting a big bit of information that will prevent this point from becoming reality. I don't have the best memory, so I admit that I could be forgetting something. I personally believe that Han Ki Hwan has very good grounds for appeal (just on Yu Yeon's murder. The other crimes?? There's probably a long paper trail, and Lee Chang Jin and Do Hae Won's testimonies that would put him away for a long time), as there isn't any physical evidence of the hit and run. Other than Lee Chang Jin and Do Hae Won, the only piece of damning evidence (that I can remember) is his confession... which was obtained legally, therefore, we can presume his legal team will have it dismissed from the trial.
So, his appeal process could be something they focus on. However, I don't really want to watch that, as there's not a lot of story there.
What I would want is a mini-series, or perhaps, a movie of sorts where we get an update on the characters' lives. It doesn't really matter to me how far into the future it is, I just want to see Dong Sik heal and move on, Joo Won get closure and finally find a family that loves and accepts him, Jae Yi finding a life outside of her mother's butcher shop, Ji Hwa getting the respect she deserves, Ji Hoon growing into himself, Joo Won and Hyuk working on their relationship, Jung Je and Dong Sik m a y b e working on their relationship, and of course, jwds.... being an actual couple.
It would be so sweet to see them slowly becoming a part of each other's lives, getting to know one another outside of the death and trauma, and just having that same intensity but the tension can't be disguised and dismissed as "it's the situation", y'know?
I want to see jwds sitting together on a sofa after having dinner, trying to figure out what their new dynamic is going to be. Them stumbling their way through the healing process together, learning together, understanding that it's okay to want and how to be quiet and to just b r e a t h e.
I want to see Manyang in the summer. I want BBQs at the lake house. Christmas jumpers. Busan weekends. Manyang nights. I want New Years' Eve kisses and hugs and drunken laughter. I want misunderstandings and mistakes and grief and showcasing that the process of healing is a fucking long one and looks different for everyone. I want Joo Won's grief to manifest in odd ways (sweet and sad ways). I want to see Dong Sik feel comfortable with being honest. But most importantly, I want all of them happy. (minus the obvious handful) (But I don't think we'll ever get that. The story is so complete without it, and I don't think they'll be able to tell the next steps without addressing the queerness👀 so, yeahhhhhh)
Anyway, yes, thank you again! I sure did ramble on for a long time, so I'm going to shut up and let you get on with your night/day 😂
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ddaenqu · 5 years
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Breathe
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pairing: yandere!kim taehyung x reader
themes: fluff, angst
warnings: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, toxic behavior/relationship, stockholm syndrome, panic attack/mental breakdown, mentions of manipulation/hinted manipulation. y’all this is a YANDERE AU for a reason, don’t read if ya don’t like.
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It was the first time in a while that Taehyung had even let you mention the outside, furthermore asking to go out. You were expecting a harsh “no” and a grumpy Taehyung for the rest of the day.
The last time you had mentioned going out, pleading to just go out with some friends, all girls, you added. But he paid no mind to them or you. A fist full of your hair had you forcibly pulled into the direction of your shared bedroom where the black restraints sat, resting against the wooden backboard.
It was probably more than a few days until he finally let you out, you weren’t very sure; he never allowed for you to check the time or date during it all. After, he immediately set a firm rule to never mention anyone or anything that wasn’t him.
The feeling of the rough fabric is still burned into your mind, often finding yourself looking down at your wrists and expecting a dark ring of purples and pink lines dyed into your skin.
But it was supposed to help you. Taehyung had made sure you understood that isolating you was to keep you away from trouble, away from pain, and away from others who wanted to see you fall—to see your relationship fall.
You took his word for it. Believing every single thing he said with a feverish nod from you part. You just didn’t want to be in that room any longer.
It’s only been a few months since then. You tried to fulfill his needs as he always did to yours. His rough and forced kisses became soft and gentle within days, his features were more bright everytime he saw you once he came home from work, as if a younger version of himself had manifested itself in his own body.
It made you swell with love, but also with longing. You wanted to go outside like you used to, with Taehyung’s permission, of course. You wanted to breathe—just a little more.
You knew it was unlikely for him to ever agree to the idea, but when he immediately replied with a positive hum—a hum of approval—you thought your heart dropped for a second.
He smiled fondly, pushing his head further into the crook of your neck, you can feel him inhale into your skin before peppering soft kisses along your collarbone.
“Wait—I,” you stumble over your words, your hand stopping from threading through his gray locks. “You—I can?” you ask excitedly and he finally pulls away from your neck with a crooked gaze.
“Why can’t you?” he says and his eyes flicker with curiosity, his head tilting to the side as he studies your expression. “You’ve been good, haven’t you?” He gives you his boxy-like smile before kissing your cheek, and his hands find your waist within seconds.
“Its only fair,” he breathes, his mint breath hitting against your face as his little pecks seem to linger on your cheek and forehead. “Just be careful.”
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Walking towards your apartment complex with a few grocery bags in one hand, your other hand fiddling with the little device. Texting Taehyung, of course, announcing that you would be home in a few minutes since the complex wasn’t that far. You immediately receive a reply, an unhealthy amount of heart emojis present, but it made you swoon anyway. You tuck your phone into your pocket and continue your excursion back home.
It was a nice walk. A cold breeze hitting your face every so often, occasionally someone would pass and you couldn’t help but stare. They looked so carefree, like nothing bothered them in the world. They looked free.
It made you think of Taehyung.
A thought—only a thought, something suggestive—a feeling. It was a ridiculous thought, though.
Taehyung loves you, right? Keeping you inside was for your own good. You were always a mess before; always choosing work over socializing, destroying yourself with stress eating, and forming unproductive habits. You parents, by that time, worried for your health and relationships, chose to take things into their own hands. Taehyung had saved you from that. Right?
You stare down at the floor as you walk, your thoughts are clouded with doubt and hope, remembering how dating was like before Taehyung. You don’t remember much, maybe some handholding? A kiss here and there?
Small movement in the corner of your eye puts your brain to an immediate halt. Curious, you turn your head and meet the green beady eyes of a black cat sitting still on the cement walkway, it’s tail moving languidly side to side.
From what you can remember, Taehyung wasn’t very fond of pets, liked looking at them, but wouldn’t dream of owning one. Something about the amount of responsibility and attention it goes toward the thing. However, you’ve always loved animals. Maybe not as much the wild ones compared to domestic, but loved them nonetheless.
“You’re such a pretty thing,” you coo and begin to maneuver yourself to where you could pet the cat without dropping every item you were holding, opting for an awkward squat-like position.
Maybe, you think, he’ll let you get a small pet if you persuade him good enough.
Your hand reaches out to pet the cat, the cat stopping from licking its paws to silent hissing. The hostility makes you pause, your hand seconds away from touching its ears. Then, you feel the sharp, searing pain, something digging into your flesh and ripping it apart. You yelp, your body reacts before your brain could and removes yourself from the object of the pain: the kitty.
It gave one more hiss, it’s hair standing on edge and it’s tail pointed up, you could see your reflection through its glossy eyes. All at once, the cat made a dash towards the opposite direction of your destination, and ultimately scaring any passerby’s.
You sit there on the floor with a pounding heart, your eyes frozen on the spot the cat had scratched, or rather gashed. You felt tired, everything in your body was numb except your hand, your hand was hot, unbearably hot that the cold air couldn’t impenetrate it.
It hurts. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, hammering against your rib cages while your throat feels dry—tight.
You can’t breathe, like the air has been knocked out of you.
The groceries on the floor next to you; the vegetables, the fruits, the bread, even the small carton of milk are all splayed against the floor. But that doesn’t go through your head first.
Taehyung.
You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone, the screen of your phone is shaking, the notifications are shown in a blurred fashion and with your screaming headache, you can barely read a thing. You assume that you must’ve broken it somehow when you fell back—until you saw your arm, and then your hand, and then your quivering fingers hovering over the bright screen.
You shouldn’t have gone out. You shouldn’t have even asked. God—you felt so fucking stupid. You let out a small cry, feeling eyes on your back, but no one or nothing coming to you. You felt helpless.
Your hand is strained as it tries to click on Taehyung’s number frantically.
Taehyung was right, he was right about everything. You should’ve just followed him. He was trying to protect you from this.
On the third ring, a rare occurrence whenever you called, a sultry voice answered, unbothered of anything.
“Did you get lost on the way back, hm?” he teases.
“Taehyung,” you gasp in pain, reeling forward in your position to where your head was almost in between your knees, the cut in your hand was bleeding by now, but you didn’t care. You needed Taehyung and only Taehyung.
You hear shuffling and then the sound of keys jingling, a discomforting sound to your ears making you keen more in pain.
“Baby? Where are you?” he grunts out and you feel his anxiety through the phone, you hear a door slam shut in the background. “Tell me.”
“Hurts,” you whimper in a soft voice.
“I know, love, but you need to tell me where you are.”
“Near,” you begin as the world around you spins, “I was—was walking from the store.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” he says. “Breathe, I’ll be there in a second, love.” And then the call ends.
Placing your phone into the pocket of your jacket, you sit there with your knees tucked and your head in between. Anyone looking must’ve thought you were crazy by now, and you didn’t care.
Taehyung is coming, you remind yourself and a part of you feels relieved.
And yet, the other part feels rooted to the ground, already accommodating the aching pain from the cut. You don’t want to move—or go anywhere. You’re happy Taehyung is coming, but you don’t want to go to him, in that house.
A few minutes later, you feel the consistent tapping of shoes against the pavement. You look up and meet the eyes of your loving, adoring boyfriend, his eyes are dull and his smile is stretched a bit too wide for a comforting expression. He’s standing over you with ragged breathing, a flushed face.
“Found you,” he says and he helps pull you up from your sitting position, catching a glimpse of the cut on your arm. He inspects it silently, his face has no expression.
“See? What did I tell you,” he sighs and picks up the groceries off the ground. “Let’s go.”
His hand is entangled with yours, his grip is suffocating—but you feel it, how sweaty his palms are and the slightest hint of a tremor when he tightens his hold.
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weasleywinchester · 4 years
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Unexpected Meetings and Risks Taken
Chapter 1 The Meeting at Baker Street
Chapter 2 The First Case
Chapter 3 His Name is Greg *swoon*
Series Summary:
Jamie Luna is an American in London. She’s managed to get herself stuck within Mycroft’s web and is sent to watch Sherlock’s every move. What She’s not prepared for is the love and friendships of a life time.
Chapter Summary:
Jamie Luna has just had to most romantic date that even had a little sizzle... and now she gets to go to work. Sherlock said to be a 221B asap, he’s on a case and needs someone else’s presence besides John. But how long before Jamie gets to see Greg again? It may be just around the corner...
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Couches are not as comfortable as one expects. Well, Sherlock’s couch isn’t anyways. I roll onto my side, watching Sherlock pace back and forth across the flat, talking about his latest case. He seems to be having a mental breakdown. 
“He’s not.” John states from his chair as he skims today’s (well, yesterday’s) newspaper. I stare at him, hoping to burn a hole in the side of his head.
“What do you mean he’s not? Of course he is! LOOK AT THE EVIDENCE JOHN!” Sherlock shouts. John glares up at Sherlock and tries so damn hard not to roll his eyes. 
“I was talking to Jamie. About you. That you’re not having a mental breakdown. ” John cracks the newspaper and continues reading. 
“Why do I need to be here Sherlock? John says you’re fine. I think you’re raving mad because it’s THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING!” I yell as I throw the blanket over my face. 
“You didn’t seem to mind being awake when you floated in here earlier” I poke my head out to see Sherlock cocking his eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes over to John, who has both his brows raised in questioning. 
“You came in with your makeup done to perfection, that’s not out of the ordinary but it was a little more heavy than normal. You have on a tight, short leather skirt suggesting you want male attention especially since you thought to forgo any tights. Your red- um no- orange top suggests a somewhat professional gathering, perhaps old colleagues, but the buttons could be undone further if you happened across someone that met your checklist. Your lips are stained dark pink suggesting that you had lipstick on but didn’t bother to reapply or, more likely, someone else removed it for you.” Sherlock spins on his heel to stare down at me on the couch.
“It’s called a lipstain Sherlock, it’s meant to fade over the course of the night.” I drag the blanket back over my head. Sherlock frowns and turns to John who shrugs his shoulders.
“Have you told Mycroft I’m mad?”
“I’ve told him that your brain is reeling on a case, but the only drugs you’ve taken are three nicotine patches.”
“Two” John corrects.
“Three. He put one on his other arm when you were making tea.” I mumble through the blanket. 
“Well, be thankful he hasn’t gotten a hold of any weapons yet.” 
I poke my head out and open my mouth to respond but I would rather not press for details, my job was to report on Sherlock’s current well being, not to unravel his past. Sherlock continues his pacing and problem solving and I must have nodded off at some point because John is gently shaking my shoulder.
“Jamie, Sherlock is out for a walk. Said he’d be back later.” John whispers. I crack my eyes open, glaring at John for not waking me when Sherlock left. 
“Here’s a strong tea, extra sugar; now hurry home and do what you need to do before he calls. Don’t you grumble at me missy! Off you go, hurry before he has a break though in this case.” John peels me off the couch and practically pushes me out onto the landing. 
I steadily make my way back to my own flat, walking instead of taking a cab. It’s about midday, the sun is out but it brings no warmth. I quickly undress as I walk into the flat and jump right into the shower. I try to recall the details of the current case as I scrub my body clean but I can’t remember anything after the exhaustion set in last night. Before that… I can still feel his hands on my body. The way his mouth moved against mine, how he smelled musky but not too strong, how I wanted him to explore every bit of my body... OH MY GOD! Did he call? I didn’t even check my phone when I left baker street! I rush out of the shower quickly throwing my hair in a towel and running to my phone. Of course it’s fucking dead! I jam the charger in and finish drying my body as I mentally beg my phone to resurrect faster. The logo flashes on the screen and then my phone buzzes three times. 
Messages from last night:
Mycroft: Good. Make sure he stays that way. Don’t let him out of your sight. 
Sherlock: Went out. - SH
Messages from this morning:
John: Sherlock’s back. Laying on the couch, hasn’t said anything in 20 minutes. Be ready to meet us somewhere soon :)
I sigh as I crash onto my bed. Nothing from Greg! I guess he does work for Scotland Yard so I can cut him a little slack. Maybe he wasn’t interested. I push the thought out of my head and get ready. The cute little coat I wore out last night was not cutting it earlier; so I grabbed my oversize tartan wool coat out of the closet. I think I’ll take my time doing my makeup today, never know who you’ll bump into when you’re running after Sherlock; or working for Mycroft for that matter.  I just finish filling in my eyebrows when my phone lets out a few dings.
SH: This address. Hurry - SH
JW: This address. See you there!
(?): Hi Jamie, had an amazing time last night. Maybe we could do dinner tonight? - Greg
HA! He texted! I happy dance and nearly trip over my two feet when another ding sounds.
Greg: New case just came up. Rain check for breakfast tomorrow?
Awww man. I have to wait until tomorrow??? That’s just not fair! I reply as I make my way out the door:
To Greg: I had an amazing time too <3 Sounds perfect! Let me know where :D
To John: See you there! Maybe I’ll get to cross the tape this time!
To Sherlock: Hurrying!
I quickly shoot Mycroft a message with the address of the crime scene and reread Greg’s message so I can over analyze it (as one does). I look at mine again as well. Oh… no… I put a heart?? Will he think that’s weird? We kinda  went on one date… and I’m sending hearts. I gotta remember hearts, the cry laugh emoji and the phrase “lol” do not need to be in every message! 
I arrive rather quickly at the crime scene, they’re just now taping off the area, although it is much later in the evening than I expected. I take my post at the edge of the tape near an ambulance that has pulled up. It’s the perfect spot to hear their conversations as well as anything coming through their radios. I give Donovan a little wave, but she purses her lips together and goes back to talking to one of the officers. I make small conversation with some of the medical workers, very friendly people. 
After about 20 minutes I can hear Sherlock yelling throughout the apartment building. I blink and see a black blur come flying out the door and into a cab. I walk towards it but it’s already pulling away, leaving me standing in the middle of the road. He left? He left! What the fuck am I supposed to say to-
“Left us here, did he?” John says behind me. I turn to him and shake my head.
“How do we follow him John?
“We don’t for now. He’ll be back at the flat in no time.” John gives my shoulder a squeeze. 
“Jamie? Jamie Luna?” Someone behind us shouts. John and I both turn and my jaw hits the pavement. It’s Greg! We meet him at the edge of the tape, he lifts it for John and I to cross under.
“Jamie, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Although I assume you already know that.” John says, the Cheshire grin on his face growing wider by the second. “Greg, Jamie Luna.”
“Yes, we’ve met. Good to see you Detective Inspector.” I can’t help but smile like an idiot. The title suits him, as does the suite...
“We have indeed. Where’s Sherlock gone?” Greg asks, his question directed at John but his eyes never leaving me.
“Off to think we presume.”
“We?” He glances between John and I.
“Remember when I said I was basically a nanny?” Greg’s mouth falls open astonished. “Ya I get to follow Sherlock everyday, text his big brother where he is and get paid loads of money.” I squish my lips together and brace myself, not sure if Greg will think I’m crazy or not.
“Bloody brilliant! Didn’t think anyone could one over Mycroft.” The three of us share a laugh, the silence no longer awkward. 
“Well I best be off, have a date in a little bit. Greg, mind walking Jamie home? Her flat isn't too far.” John says, his voice a normal tone but his eyes are full of mischief. I give him a little glare before turning to Greg.
“It’s alright if you can’t, you’re obviously working.” I point my words at John.
“Of course I’ll take you home, just give me a few minutes to wrap up here.” He gives me a lopsided grin. I shake my head in agreement because I do not trust any words that will tumble out of my mouth. He shakes John’s hand goodbye and goes back to talk with Donovan.
“Do you actually have a date this bloody early?” I glare at John.
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“I might.” He grins at me, gives a slight bow and catches the next taxi.
I waited around for half an hour; but since Greg let me into the taped off area I decided to poke my nose around. I saw the paramedics take a body out of the building, but it was in a bag so I couldn’t see anything. I got to talking with the CSI photographer and a few other detectives about possible events leading to this accident. 
“Ready Ms. Luna?” Greg whispers into my ear as he puts his hand lightly on the small of my back. I nod and quickly tell the people I was talking to goodbye. “I hope you don’t mind if I just drive you?” 
“Oh how horrible! You’re going to make me sit for the short car journey instead of making me walk all over London like my boss?” I laugh. He flashes a brilliant smile and I have to remember not to melt into a puddle. We chat about the case, well about Sherlock’s deductions. He may sound raving mad but Greg tells me he’s more brilliant than half of Scotland Yard. He pulls the car up to the curb, both of us sitting in silence for a few moments.
“Would you like to come in for dinner?” I squeak. I glance at him, his mouth is slightly ajar. Moving too fast? Assuming too much… No. He drove me home of his own free will, and he keeps smiling at me like that... it can’t just be in my head right? “There’s a homemade deep dish pizza calling our names...” I sing-song. 
“Pizza with a beautiful woman? How could I say no?” He reaches over to push my hair off my shoulders, his thumb light grazing my neck.
“Well, ok then” I breathe out. He gives me a little smile, his thumb moving back and forth along the side of my neck. Wait… he said yes! I jump out of the car and race to my door. I quickly unlock it and begin picking up the clothes I peeled off earlier and throw them into the dryer. I race back to the front door and try to conceal the fact that the tiny sprint I just did has left me short of breath. 
“Well this is posh...” Greg mentions as he looks around. I haven’t been living in my flat very long so a lot still needs to be decorated. 
“Yes, Mycroft said it would be better if I was in the general vicinity of Sherlock. He also assured me that if I moved to 221B I would most likely never get a good night's sleep.” Greg chuckles at that, I imagine working with Sherlock as much as he does gives the same effect. I quickly heat up the pizza and set the table. Last night I made a mental note on what beer Greg was drinking but the food delivery was set for tomorrow. 
“I don’t have any beer, but will wine do?” I shout from the kitchen, trying my hardest to reach the darn wine glasses. I feel his hand rest on my hip, his body lightly pressing against my back.
“Yes love.” He answers right next to my ear as he stretches to grab the two glasses. He sets them on the counter in front of me. His arm snakes around my waist and he nuzzles his nose into my hair.
“Miss me Detective Inspector?” My voice comes out more even than I though possible.
He hums in agreement, brushing my hair off my shoulder and laying a gentle kiss on the base of my neck. I take a deep breath and twirl around so now our noses gently brush each other. He presses his lips gently to mine, my heart threatening to leap out of my chest.
*DING DING DING*
“That would be the pizza” I mumble against his lips, my eyes still closed. 
“Guess we will have to finish this later.” he gives me a quick peck and grabs the pizza out of the microwave. 
We settle at the table, and raise our glasses.
“To unexpected meetings.” I say, tilting my glass towards Greg.
“And risks taken” he adds as we clink glasses..
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Okay so I just... After all these cute dad posts especially with Nines I MAY have gotten carried away with a small imagine which I would like to share. It's just an imagine, for fun and I picked a name arbitrarily. I'm not a writer, but here we go: RK900 has Ivy. She's his pride and joy and if anything happened to her this man might actually commit a felony. He's not the least bit embarrassed about being overprotective but he would never admit that it's because of what happened to Cole. 1/??
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not to be dramatic or anything but this is the only thing keeping me together while im going under my yearly february/march mental breakdown & it’s so perfect im not even sure i could add something meaningfulfirst of all, ivy is the sweetest name ever, it doesn’t exist in italian and it’s a shame!!!he’s the most overprotective dork ever and that’s a FACT doesnt matter what AU we’re in. with a baby? DOUBLE the overprotective if that’s even possiblealso his partner is probably someone a bit bubblier so the cutie def took after them! AND THANKS i would like to add because the last thing you need is this insecure big giant with an as much insecure baby (the fact that it’s mostly because of cole is,,,, heartbreaking, everyone is probably afraid to drive in bad weather conditions after that)can we talk about him crying everytime he thinks about being a dad? because this man goes from having one (1) certainty in his life which is not being able to ever find someone to love and to be loved by in return; no family, no kids, no shared house, no pets, no christmas together, no laughs, no weird relationship’s routine, nothing. just work, work, social awkwardness and to be made fun of. from having a partner who absolutely adores him, praise his efforts, cuddles him, moves in with him and do whatever a normal person does but to RK900 this is all new and he’s loving every second of it. so to have a baby. gosh. that would nearly kill him. he wouldnt believe it until he sees it.ofc he gets a lil jealous COME ON he’s a dumby!the first laugh!!!!! the first giggle!!!!!! if he misses it because he’s a work he sulks two whole weeks or at least that’s what he would do but this cute babby keeps smiling nonstop even when he’s at home and HOW can he resist how!!!!also yes,,,, he has tons of e-books about babyes and how to care for them so he tries to help with tiny exercises! if some coworkers saw him playing with such minuscule creature they would turn pale that’s so off-character for him but they know nothing about his big heart :’(co-sleeping can sure be dangerous for health problems but let’s be honest we all know he’s the type to be so weak that when ivy is 4, he (almost 2mt/6ft, broad as an ikea four season closet) can and will fit into a tiny kid’s bed to read goodnight stories and fall asleep in the corner of the mattress because that’s his cute baby and she’s scared of monsters!!!!!OKAY gavin’s not allowed to call her princess but he does regardless and 60 is so fucking annoyed by this!!!! HE’S THE UNCLE!! THE BEST UNCLE EVER!!!! HE SHOULD BE THE ONE TO CALL HER THAT!!! also maybe her dad but,,,,connor lowkey enjoying this office blood feud since it’s the only amusing thing happening and secretly calling ivy the most precious petnames (literally nobody knows, he either whispers them to her or say them when no one’s around, tho he rarely gets time with her, less and less time alone with her)she fucking waves to everybody and it terrifies him because of kidnappings and because people approaches him thinking he’s a single dad and he has to TALK and maybe they flirt too and it’s the worst HELLO? he’s married he has a ring!!!!!tall, strapping, sweet, tired RK900 is *weird hand gesture emoji that express i want to fuck & protect this man vibe*idk if play dates are a us only thing or they exist here too but im just baby ignorant BUT fuck that would be extra nice and im??? RK900 finally finding some inner peace because protected environment? baby safe company?? giggling and playing?? that’s the shit man, that’s all he needs. also Damian being a bit older and acting as this cute brother for pea-sized ivy? *crying from joy emoji*her and fowler totally happened at one point and RK900 cried no police related jobs young miss!!!! yep he’s not the best at speaking & being empathic but he learns. he tries to understand a baby’s logic and gently and patiently explains everything. if she cries he’ll make sure to help her calm down. his perk is the inability to get angry and lose control in normal situations.the lasts two,,,, hurt so much,,,,connor feels out of picture, and yes, he doesn’t get along with his brothers but he naïvely never thought of them having a life of their own, and for RK900 to have a family is,,,, to be also reminded of cole every single damn time. that’s just cruel on his brother’s part. he attempts to keep his distances from ivy but. it’s impossible. because she (and RK900 alike) doesnt want to and because she’s too sweet and he can’t help project a little of cole onto her. it would visibly improve connor’s&RK900′s relationship and they could even get on an ‘okay level’ but who knows. it’s difficult.tho she secretly already did every of these things bc 60 got to spoil her before connor.
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