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--- JAMES

@detectivejc

“You know when your brain says salad but your heart says fried cheese? I’m struggling with that right now. Some really disgusting part of my brain wants me to ask if they can pour melted cheese over a salad for me,” James mumbled into the palm of his hand. A sigh escaped his lips, and he turned the page of the menu in front of him. “What are you thinking?”

“ honestly ? ” the response is half paying attention, he hasn’t really looked at the menu yet, but he knows what he’s ordering. “ --- that’s disgusting james, the cheese will just make the salad soggy and then you’re going to be complaining about how the vinegar and cheese don’t mix. ” or joseph would be. “ i’m getting a burger. a good old solid spicy burger, you can have a salad if you want but i’m going to eat like a normal human, thanks. ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( james )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( james )

icetsvu

Melinda found traces of Robitussin and organic cacao. They’re callin’ it Sour Donut. It’s a drug Donut from Seattle.

#drugs cw #❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

scarletswitch

I work in a cesspool. Sex. More sex. My wife, she used to say I make a living off rumpy-pumpy. Whatever. She was English. I don’t know what the fuck it means either.

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

pvrkerisms-blog

The Morning After || Kit & Jo

detectivejc

--- KIT

Kit knew the answer that Jo would provide wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. It was a loaded question. Affirmation meant desensitization. Denial would prove the opposite, that the seed of perpetual grief would never leave him. Still, he nodded and gave a small smile. “Thanks,” he muttered, pink rimmed blue eyes finding the cinnamon of jo’s own optics. He held the gaze until Jo spoke again, and then he shifted to look down at the bundle of clothing in his lap. His fingers idly threaded in with Jo’s and his thumb rubbed lazily over the length of the man’s fingers. It was keeping him tethered, the same way the man’s voice had been doing on the phone. His head drooped a little to the side until it rested on Joe’s shoulder. “Could ya talk’ta me…’bout anythin’?? I’m…I need’ta be distracted.”

it was a soft spot that he wasn’t used to having, the moment, kit’s head on his shoulder... and jo almost instinctively rests his on top in return. it’s such a strange thing for him. to let someone in like this --- the only person that seems to be allowed to touch him these days is james; and james doesn’t stir anything in his thoughts.... if he’s being perfectly honest... he’s not sure the man next to him does either. it might just be the alcohol, or the memories messing with this head. he’s going to have to revisit the thought later when the emotions of a bustling hospital aren’t trying to control his actions, just feel comfortable in kit’s small touches, the weird comforting gestures --- “ anythin’ ? ” he repeats, a small tease of the man’s accent on his tongue. though it’s jumbled up with southern one and doesn’t quite come out as he’d like. “ when i was little i spent most of my day’s at the station --- i remember spending most of my time just running around and peaking over the one-way windows to look at suspects. i think i must have run into more --- ” criminals “ --- people than i ever thought i would. it’s was actually one of the most entertaining situations i’ve ever been in, and i think i learned more in that room than i should have at that age but it was way too fun not to take things seriously you know... i loved it so much... so i guess i was going to do this job from the start, but can you just imagine little five year old me running around a police station.. tired... doing homework and asking felons to help with multiplication... ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( kit )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( kit )

denn-ice

himmat

#notmypresident

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

sararwmirez

gif request meme: @arizonarobbisn asked: grey’s anatomy + favorite brotp.

↳ We’re a family, sort of. We’re best friends and we’re doctors and we’re good people.

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ detective2 ( laylajo )

--- LAYLA

layla scowled up at him as he laughed at her for a second, she knew he was being nice for her sake, he had dealt with far to much of her shit, especially when it came to seth drama and it was only worse these days after a 3 year break. she knew she was an idiot herself, she had her chance and she blew it so she didn’t even have the right to feel this way, but her problem was she kept herself cut off so much of the time that when she did allow herself to feel things they came in buckets. “okay, i’ll change into them and one of your hsirts, just make it a black one in case I get other peoples blood on it.” she sighed before rolling her eyes at him. “you think i didn’t background check him when i got pregnant? she’s 22 not 12….although she was 12 when he was 22, which is eugh….see i don’t even get it, i mean so maybe he doesn’t want me but a child?” she huffed looking up at jo with a shake of her head.

he gave her a small nod as he walked back into the home, offering her his arm as he did so so that they could walk through the apartment together --- leading the woman to his room, he sat her down on the bed before he began shifting through one of the dressers to find the sweatpants that he’d brought up earlier. he grabbed an old ‘atlanta falcons’ t-shirt and the sweatpants after a minute or so of looking and tossed them over his shoulder at her as he started to rearrange the mess he’d made in his clothes, “ well i mean, for all we know he could be a dormant pedophile, you know the ones that just think and don’t act on their shit. which is like gross and terrible and they should be removed from society but i guess... isn’t as bad ? ” a small shrug as he finished and stood up leaning back against the dresser as he took a look at her. “ yeah... see... i just... she’s hot right ? she’s twenty two and seth’s into her after he was into you so she’s gotta be hot... so like... why doesn’t she date.... a person her age ? like yeah this is mostly on him and i’m going to penalize him for it but... what twenty two year old marries a thirty two year old man with a kid and a babymama in his life like ? what kind of twenty two year old wants to throw their life into a hurricane ? lay’ i don’t know, i say run. get out of there as fast as you can. not that you’re going to heed my advice because i’m pretty sure this is the third time i’ve had to say this to you about seth moore. ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( layla )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( layla )

qeckosfuller

#❝ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

--- JENNA

“Explain me? Is my father’s career supposed to explain me? –I guess yours explains you, doesn’t it?” Jenna pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s… boring. I would, but I don’t need that right now, I need– something I can really impress somebody with. That’s the problem – I’m not a reporter. I’m not anything. I’m an intern. I need something good.”

there’s the hint of a smile creeping up on his features but he doesn’t want to admit it. so he does his best to keep a straight face as he looks at jenna a little more seriously this time, “ no offence taken, sound pretty reasonable to me to be perfectly honest, first reasonable shit you’ve said miss. ” he gives her a small shrug, “ you want to be a reporter though right ? start actin’ like one. ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( jenna )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( jenna )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ( kit &. james )

If Kit had woken up for his twenty-sixth birthday with the knowledge that he’d see more gifts and faces on his not-so-special day, he would’ve made himself more presentable. He was meticulously clean every other day of the year, which was why he preferred to relax on his maintenance. It was why he ended up not gelling the soft curls on the top of his head, or conditioning his beard, and why he wound up wearing his powder pink jumper (it said ‘Baby’ on the chest) on his surprise excursion to Dave & Buster’s with Hudson earlier that day. His skin had managed to mirror the hue of his outfit well into the evening, where he’d taken the time to bake himself a very small cake to eat alone and gaze at the gifts he had no clue were coming. His solitude was a bit disheartening, considering he’d cancelled spending more time with Hudson in fear he’d end up crying in front of his friend, but ultimately more appealing with the prospect of frosting. A knock on the door shook him from his cake decorating and the ring of his doorbell caused him to drop his spoon. “C-Comin’!!” Kit called out as he tried to scurry toward the door. His feet fumbled and he was nearly sent face-first into the structure as his hard wood floors were hard to navigate with his socks. He opened the door without bothering to listen to the other side with the assumption that it was just one of his neighbors coming to complain about his heavy footsteps. As luck would have it, he was met with two faces he didn’t think he’d see that day, or even that week. The detectives were very close and their intimacy had immediately caused Kit’s cheeks to warm enough to match the color of his sweater. “H…Hi.” It was all he could get out before he was being pulled into James’ arms for a hug. The word cute didn’t go unnoticed, but he found himself unable to continue the witty banter due to the fear that he might make things uncomfortable. That had never been a bother before, but he didn’t want anyone else to be as uncomfortable on his birthday as he happened to be and if anything, James deserved a break from his usual flirtation. As they separated, bright blue eyes found Jo and he gave the man a surprised look before proceeding to pull him in for a hug as well. Social convention said that hugs should be shared all around, right? And if he lingered, he made it a bit too obvious as when he pulled away, his eyes were on the ground and he was shuffling back into his apartment with even more blush creeping up his neck. “Come in…please. I’ll—uh—I’ll get some tea goin’.” And with that, he was moving as quickly as possible into kitchen. “Leave yer shoes at the door.”

it’s almost too cute as he watches kit open the door and tries not to burst into a laugh at the sight of the pan in a pink sweater. he’s seen kit naked and somehow this seems far... far more embarrassing in some sort of fashion that jo just can’t quite put together. what kind of grown man owned a pink sweater ? and far more importantly, what kind per man owned a pink sweater with the word baby on it. apparently kit did, and jo wasn’t entirely sure that he was okay with that. it was the strangest thing to witness. though the fact that kit’s skin quickly seemed to match the color of the sweater to a t. he seemed to be almost stunned by their appearance, and jo let out a small grumbler of complaint as james rather quickly let him go to go hug attack the young man and wish him a happy birthday ( to which jo quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture of the affair --- to keep for hi records, and a second for snapchat ). “ happy birthday kit. ” he added, a small laugh escaping him even though he was trying ( agaisnt all odds ) to keep it in. it was a cute scene though, he had to admit that much, and he was about to hold out the present as kit pulled back from the hug with james when he found himself getting pulled into one. before he knew it the cheeky smile on his lips had settled into a softer one, as he gave kit a hug back, small, but the kiss to the top of the head should have been enough to sell the slightly longer hold and lingering feeling as kit pulled back and invited them in. he gave a small nod moving to to step towards the door before remembering, “ ah, um picked this out for you ? i know james disapproves of the card but... that’s not the important part. ” he then shoves james lightly with his shoulder before stepping past both of them into the home, kicking off his shoes and placing them by the door, “ so what have you been doin’ today kit, cause it’s gotta be better than what detective mason and i were up to. ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( kit )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( kit )#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( james )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( james )

ainokiseki

“Shit-packer porn.” That is…that is very interesting. ‘Cause this is where the relationship between subject and object reverses. The proverbial shoe shifting to the other foot. And what was seen… now reveals the seer. Because the eyes of the beholder find not just beauty where they want, but also shallowness, ugliness, confusion… prejudice. Which is to say the beholder will always see what they want to see. Suggesting that what you, Mr. Valles, want to see is in fact shit-packer porn.

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

hobrien

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( joseph )

happy birthday. w/ @detmason &. @pvrkerisms

it was a lot of ( no you can’t do that ) and ( hurry the fuck up we gotta beat traffic ) as the pair of detectives managed to gather their things from the station in just the nick of time, clocking out on the hour for the first time probably ever and racing towards the parking deck so they could jump into the car. it’s a whole lot of bickering on the way to the man’s home, arguing over ( whether or not it would be appropriate to turn on the lights and just speed to get there faster ). though jo is rather enjoys taking a longer time than they would have liked... it gives him time to shove the present into a small bag and write a little note as james drives the car. he has an arm over james’ shoulder, present in the other as they finally make it to the front door, a quick knock and he rings the bell, and then jo once again rests his head lightly agaisnt his friend's. the conversation still on work --- though he doubts it’ll stay that way much longer “ --- nah man, pretty sure mrs. jones is just going to drop the charges, she looks too fucking frightened, and the da ain’t gonna try to try the case when the witness is the most unresponsive person ever and a pathological liar like... we tried... but there’s not much they can do now... ” he pulls back ( only slightly --- keeping james under one arm ) “ ... you really think we should push for a trial here ? i mean yeah the scumbag is a fucking ass, but i don’t think she’ll win this one... ” he’s about to continue when there’s a bustle of movement from inside the home welp, there’s the birthday boy. a small smirk shows up on jo’s features as he glances at james, “ medium torture or should we be nice cause it’s his birthday ? ”

#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( james )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( james )#❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞ ( kit )#❝ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❞ ( kit )