#ft dom

[northernroleplayer]

Dom wasn’t expecting the other to show up. He wasn’t even aware how they knew he was hurt and in the hospital in the first place. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really, but his Captain insisted that he get checked out. Turns out he needed stitches. “Hey,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. Not that he wasn’t ungrateful to see their face but he felt embarrassed they had to see him like this, with bandages clinging to the side of his head.  “What are you doing here?”  

[northernroleplayer]

Dom was the worst with first dates. But he had promised his mom that he would at least give this new woman a try -- she loved to hook him up with ‘nice young ladies’ she met in various places. So he stood in a flower shop for what felt like hours but was really minutes until the clerk finally helped him decide on a bouquet of roses and lilies. Dressed in a suit and wearing his best smelling cologne, he knocked on the door in front of him, rather nervous. Funny that a homicide detective who dealt with hardened criminals would be nervous about a date. But his mother was right, it was about time he met someone. 

[northernroleplayer]

The lighting in the bar was yellowish and dusky and Dom sat at the end of a long bartop nursing a whiskey on the rocks as he always did after a confession. It was a cop bar, everyone knew that but it didn't stop civilians from flooding it on busy Friday nights. He downed the dregs of his glass and was about to order another from the bartender whom he came to know as Trish when she slid another his way. "Looks like you have an admirer, this one's on them," she answered the detectives questions before he could ask and gestured to the person sitting on the opposite end of the bar.

[northernroleplayer]

"I just wanted to help." (Jasper or Dominic please!)

Dom rubbed his eyes in frustration. Of course, they wanted to h e l p. It's not that he didn't appreciate the effort but this could've royally fucked up his case. And he worked too damn hard for that to happen. The confession hadn’t been enough, he needed more evidence and maybe he expressed that in passing to the other. But he hadn’t been expecting this. He tossed the manila folder with illegally obtained evidence down on his desk, the room illuminated by one lonely lamp on his desk and the glare of his computer. His sigh filled the empty precinct. "Don't tell me where you got this and I might be able to use it." That was his way of saying thank you. It was a pretty shitty way of admitting it but in his frustrated state that was all he could offer right now. “Promise me you won’t do something this stupid again, please.”

[syd-belcourt]

[quixartical]

cute bfs