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When Sasuke got the notification that he was going to get paired up, he went on full rage mode and practically destroyed his desk.
Him?
A partner?
Sasuke worked alone. He's always worked alone and he would always will. He just needed to annoy, scare or threat whoever they decided to put as his partner.
The first time was easy. They chose an Inuzuka to do the job and that was... yeah, that was not the wisest choice. Turns out? Inuzuka had worst rage issues than Sasuke and together they were just a time bomb waiting to explode.
The second one, that one took two weeks. The girl had been infatuated with him but that didn't last long. Soon enough she was complaining to their Captain, and then she just quit. Sasuke is not going to accept or deny anything.
The third one? That took longer. Mostly because he kind of liked the guy. Oh, don't get him wrong, Uzumaki was stupid and he hated-hated him at first, but he grew on him, like mold. He grew on him and he lasted 6 months, up until he got shot in the leg and got demoted to desk duty. Fuck.
The fourth partner was another girl. Sasuke was prepared for the intense stares, the gifts and the obsessive behavior, but it turned out that he didn't have to. The girl, Hyuuga, she had just been transferred from another precinct but she knew Uzumaki and Inuzuka, apparently did the training with them but she ended up going somewhere else. She was calm, collected, graceful and serious. She didn't make small chat, didn't ask unnecessary questions, she was always kind with the victims and ruthless with their suspects or culprits. Sasuke was surprised.
The only problem with her, though? Yeah... uh...
"You enjoy stakeouts way more than any normal person should. And yes, that does mean that the picnic basket full of food and card games is totally inappropriate."
"Come on, don't you get bored or hungry when we have to sit and do nothing?"
"We're not doing nothing, we're working."
"We're sitting in a car waiting for our suspect to get here. Honestly, stakeouts make me anxious, all that waiting and most of the time is for nothing."
"We know that he'll be here-."
"Yes, yes." Hinata interrupts him as she gets a tangerine out of her basket and starts peeling it. "So, that means you don't want an apple or something?"
Sasuke sighs and wonders a lot what did he do to deserve this - you punched a cop for not doing their job right. - Oh. Yeah, that was it. He grabs the apple and bites it viciously.
They eat in silence, and as Hinata is getting ready to take out the night's card game - Sasuke doesn't know where she gets that many games -, he grabs her arm and murmurs.
"Suspect just got out of the car. I'm sure he'll be meeting with the boss of-. Wait... is that his wife?"
"That certainly is his wife", Hinata says, as she holds her picture up. They stay silent for a little while and then she turns to look at him, determination set in her eyes. Oh, no. "Do you have the suit?"
"Here?", Sasuke asks her, confused.
"Yeah", Hinata says, turning to the backseat and grabbing her duffle bag. "I told you to bring a suit."
Sasuke looks at her like she's crazy. She did say that to him, early in the afternoon, when they received the case.
"Why the hell would I bring a suit to a stakeout!?" She's already taking three dresses out the duffle bag and he's getting more confused by the second.
"Because! God, you didn't read the full report, did you? It clearly said that he had dinner dates with his wife every third Thursday of the month. Today is-."
"The third Thursday of the month. Fuck."
Hinata snorts and she moves to the back of the car.
"Luckily for you, I also thought that you would not listen to me, and I brought a casual dress. Now, get out of the car, I'm gonna change."
"And what the hell am I supposed to do while you change?"
"I don't know! Come up with something.”
Sasuke doesn’t know what he expected from this, but getting to the host’s stand and then having an armful of Hinata in a flowy, flowery dress is definitely not it.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, and it takes everything in him to not shake her off. “Hi! We were wondering if you had a table?”
“Do you have reservations?”
“Oh, no, we don’t,” she says, and she blushes. She raises her hand, showing a ring “It’s just. We just got engaged and this is the place we had our first date, we thought it would be romantic to come celebrate here.” She giggles a little bit. “But it’s ok if there are no empty tables…”
“Let me check, okay? I’ll be back.”
The woman posing as their host goes off somewhere, and Sasuke turns to look at her. Hinata’s grip becomes tighter and it’s almost impossible for him to shake her off. Her eyes are hard, determinate, and her smile is tight around the corners.
“What are you doing?” he whispers to her, almost glaring.
“I’m getting us a table, play along or all of this would be for nothing.”
Sasuke stares and suddenly he understands why she asked him to bring a suit. He rolls his eyes and sighs. The host comes back with a waiter and a smile, Hinata smiles back brightly and greets them enthusiastically.
“Please follow James to your table”, the host says, and Sasuke can’t believe this is actually happening. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you!” Hinata says, and practically pulls him with her as they walk through the tables. “I see our suspect.” She mumbles and Sasuke scans their surroundings.
“This better be worth it.”
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can we please have some pr rep/actor or actress AUs??
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QUICKFIRE PROMPTS
Reading this ask gave me massive BoJack Horseman vibes, anyway...
“What? So you think it’s okay to violently disapprove of everyone I have any interest in?”“I don’t violently disapprove of everyone— Hey, HEY! Keep walking buddy, stop staring. Creep.”
“...That was the waiter, with the glass of water - that you ordered.”
Person C: You can’t keep controlling their life like this, it’s unhealthy.Person B: I’m not! I just don’t think they should be dating. They shouldn’t be dating anybody. Unless that person’s me. No, they should be dating me. No dating - unless it’s me! Yes, date me. Please.
C: ...B: Cool so I’m just crazy now. Great.
“I thought I was the most dramatic and extra person ever until I met you.”“Would I be doing my job properly if I wasn’t?”
I was really upset over some false rumours that seem to be in every single tabloid, you saw how upset I was and left the room. I don’t know what you did but I saw you making some very aggressive and perhaps threatening phonecalls and suddenly the tabloids all issued a formal apology?
“Did...did that magazine send me an apology muffin gift basket? Where’d this come from?”“Hmm, no idea. Maybe someone told them it was all bullshit and - oh my god these muffins are the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“I don’t care if it’s frowned upon, I don’t want to pretend like I’m dating someone else when in reality I just really want to be with them.”
I’m in an interview right now and this creepy journalist is being a bit too touchy feely, they happened to look off screen and suddenly got extremely nervous. I turned and genuinely, I think you burned holes into the back of their head with that death stare.
(Alternatively) The journalist was a bit touchy feely but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, it’s awful but I deal with it all the time. You told me you forgot something inside - I heard muffled arguing and you came back with a clump of hair in your hand and a satisfied smile. Long story short, we can’t go back there anymore.
After a few out of context clips and unlucky movie roles, I really need your help getting my reputation back on track. I heard you’re the best in the business, for the love of God help me you’re my only hope.
I’d say that your career is pretty much impossible to get back on track at this point and I was this close to saying absolutely not...but then I found out that you pretty much hassled every single person in my office to specifically learn my coffee/breakfast order so you could bring it in an attempt to impress me. Ugh, fine.
“They got your order completely wrong didn’t they?”“Oh yeah, not even close. I’m actually deathly allergic to this but if I told them that I’m pretty sure it’d crush their little spirit.”
“Wait...my PR rep likes me?”“Are you kidding? They’re the toughest in the business, all work and no play. I’ve known them for years and I’d only seen them smile a couple of times before they met you - they even laugh at your awful puns! Them laughing like a schoolchild, take a hint!”
I really have feelings for my PR rep and they have feelings for me too, but everytime I think about broaching the subject to them they dismiss it completely. I’m sick of it!
“Do you know that if this got out it could destroy both of us? Everything we’ve worked for? Neither of us would be hired ever again!”“I’d give up everything if it meant I could have a chance with you.”
“We can’t, we work together.”“Okay, fine. You’re fired.”“What?”
“You heard me! You’re fired! Ugh can’t stand to look at your face! You’re the worst PR rep I’ve ever had in my life, you disgust me. You think I ever enjoyed working with you, you snivelling, putrid —”“Too far.”“Yup, good call. Please say we’re still on for dinner?”
Oh my gosh hi!! I know, it’s been forever!! I’m doing pretty well, currently planning on finishing the first draft of one of my WIPs this summer and starting a new one! I’m planning on doing an intro post for the characters or Stay In The Car really soon, so I’m super excited about that!
How about you though?? How are things? How’s the writing been going?
i thought i should just say that your blog theme is soooo pretty! i absolutely love it and not only that but i love the content on your blog as well! i look forward to going through your blog's archives! :)
hey thanks for the kind words, alphabetaus, it’s appreciated. i can’t really take claim for the theme, but the color scheme was my idea. i’m glad it works out.
(These prompts are longer than usual, but i got a bit carried away)
“I didn’t know that you cared this much about me.”
“Of course I fucking care. You think I WANT to spend every single second of every day thinking about what I did wrong, what I could’ve done differently if I didn’t care?”
You were the best thing and worst thing that’s ever happened to me.
Everytime I think I’ve gotten over you, everytime I think I’ve made the smallest bit of progress or that I can live without you - I see someone that looks like you or hear a song that you used to love and my heart breaks all over again.
I keep going to the same places that we used to go to. I don’t even need to go there but I somehow think that if I go to the same memorable places that somehow, it won’t be now anymore. Somehow, it’ll be then and I’ll see you turn the corner with a huge grin on your face like none of this ever happened.
Please don’t do this, I made a mistake. I still love you.
Where was this? Where was this three months ago? When I was crying over you, wondering where I went wrong, hating myself for laughing at that joke or texting you first or ever EVER sharing my true feelings for you? I have wasted MONTHS and when I finally managed to not breakdown when I see you, you tell me you love me? No. Not a chance.
People always say that love is supposed to easy, but people never tell you that unloving someone will be the hardest thing you’ll ever do.
“How can you stand there and tell me that all you ever did was love me? So, when we fought and cried and screamed that we hated each other so that everyone could hear - that was love? The few moments of “love” between us was only when we were too tired to fight anymore - I’m tired of being tired all the time.”
I can’t keep forgiving you because you keep building up my trust and then tearing it down all over again - sorry can’t fix months of misplaced trust and belief in a person that can’t see when they’ve made a mistake.
I know you’re devastated, I know you’re barely holding yourself together, I know you’re broken - but it’s not my job to fix you. I no longer feel like I’m in a relationship, I simply feel like the glue that’s holding all this together - I can’t do this anymore.
What happened to the person who used to laugh at silly puns with me? What happened to the person who used to enjoy talking to me, opened up to me, let me into their life? What happened to the person that I fell in love with?
I don’t even recognise you anymore.
I thought that if I changed just little things about myself that I could fit into your life, be the person that you can fall in love with - but every single time, you picked them over me. I kept changing and changing to the point where I don’t even know who I am anymore.
“I told you I’m sorry a million times, what do you want from me?”
“What do I want? I wanted you to realise what you were doing while you were doing it, I wanted you to stop yourself, I wanted you to not ever tell me you loved me when you knew that it’d break my heart when you decided that one night was worth throwing away our entire relationship.”
Perhaps, things would’ve worked out differently if I’d expressed my feelings earlier. If I’d told you how I felt from the beginning and opened myself up to you more rather than being scared of everything going wrong. But I might not ever know - because that was then and this is now. You’re with them and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it.
We were young, we were stupid, we were in love. Now we’re older, we’re smarter and we can’t even look at each other anymore.
It would be so easy to say I’m sorry and start this all over again with you, go back to the days when we were in love and we had no problems. But I know, you know that if we did that, the cracks would just start to appear again and we’d be right back where we started.
I’d have my heart broken all over again if it meant that I could have those first six months with you - those were the best months of my life.
Yes, I said that I’d always save a part of my heart for you. But soon, my heart no longer yearned out for you every second, it no longer missed you everytime I was reminded of you, it no longer broke down at the sight of you. I loved you then but the part of my heart that was reserved for you no longer beats.
