#hellsdogs

[wellfell]

❛ did you two have a nice chat? who was that you were talking to? ❜ // from Kimura

he doesn't understand their language much . blonde and tall , she didn't know it was her mother's type . free of her title and past , of her diamonds and silk , yui mori liked soft spoken men with gentle hearts ; the man that sits across akina is nothing like her dead father . he smiles , bows in a way she's sure yui had taught her and says sorry for spilling his drink . jonathan wanted to talk to her , to ask if she'd like to come and see her mother . but akina knew better , knew better than believing his polite lies and knew better than letting herself come face to face with her mother's new daughter . five years old , half canadian and half japanese - akina is sure she's hating that kid until she actually sees her .

after he leaves the cafe , akina stares at his seat with a blank expression . until the seat is taken again ; kimura . it's simply ridiculous how quickly her face is blooming into a smile . perking up , every trace of sadness leaving her eyes . ‘ what are you doing here ?? ‘ her hands reach out to touch his , eager to take a hold of one of his hands . oh he always looks so handsome , her heart squeezes quite painfully in her chest whenever he makes eye contact with her . smaller fingers curl around one of his index fingers , the other hand is occupied with curling around his thumb . only one hand is in her grasp - yet his cold eyes make her pause . confusion paints her once smiling face as the question lingers in the air . he's actually awaiting an answer , he's thinking the man was someone he should worry about . ‘ he was - well .. ‘ her lips purse and pucker briefly before she leans in to whisper softly ; ‘ can we talk about it at home ? it's a very long story . and i have a few hours until my shift finishes . ‘ she gets up as she says that , moves around the table to reach him , lean down and kiss his cheek with a girly hum . as if not satisfied , she holds the side of his neck as she lands another firm peck on his cheek . his aftershave simply smells delicious , can't help but murmur in his ear . ‘ coffee ? ‘ oh her boss is going to be mad .

[ptternminds]

@hellsdogs | ♥ | arctic monkeys - 505

"Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark."

[sturmboe]

❝ i knew it was too good to be true. ❞ // from Daisuke to Yunseo

With his taste still on her tongue and mind still haunted by his alluring scent, Yunseo twisted the knife she had rammed into his side, full well knowing she should have aimed for his heart. Crimson was spat into her face, the blood splatter doing well on hiding the tears that had silently slipped down her cheeks, to her own surprise. It was now just one salty, wet red mess matching what was left behind on his lips. A long moment she simply looked at him, gaze wandering all over his face with her other hand cupping it. This was the man she loved, the one and only, the man she may still love while refusing to admit to it. And the very man she needed to be rid of. "We always planned it like this. A kiss just before everything ends." Yet this wasn't the end, it couldn't be unless she drew back the knife to slit his throat- or at least let him bleed out. But she froze - a mistake so unlike her.

[sturmboe]

"Shh, it's just me." // from Kimura to Hanako

While the sudden grasp to her hips should have given her the hint, Hanako was still startled as she was pulled away from the outside lunch area of the big company, into the shade around the corner. There was a familiar scent though, followed by the calloused yet gentle hand pressed to her lips before she turned around. Happiness was written all over if not for the surprise in big doe eyes. "Kimura-san!" Good that his hand still covered her mouth because this certainly would have been an exclaim too loud to stay hidden. How many weeks had it been now since she had last seen or heard from him? How many night had she hugged herself wishing he was there with her? How much time spent thinking he may not be on this earth anymore? And so of course her arms reached up to him, swung around his neck to pull him down for a tight embrace. "Kimura-san...You're alive.

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤ" happy valentines day, @hellsdogs. c'mon— i left you a gift on my grave. " if you could class a grown man bound, gagged, and left unconscious as a gift. pale, cold fingers thread around his wrist then, gently tugging him along with her as she traipsed through the woods surrounding the cemetery. sasha's resting place. she stopped at the edge of the tree line, a dozen meters or so between them and her wrapped up tormentor. but her gaze was soft when she found sen's eyes, fingers letting go of his wrist to hold his hand, instead. " let's kill him — together. "

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" when i said i wanted you to take me on a long, romantic drive, @hellsdogs, i didn't imagine that it would be me driving. "

[tearfest]

❛  You’re so fucking cute. ❜ // from Junji to Mija

ㅤㅤ" ...it's really sad, but it's kind of why i'm here. i wanted to research it more, and, i figured, hey, go straight to the source. so i kinda thought i'd be here to research the senseless slaughter of the whales that were used for target practice during the war. but, here i am— working the biggest high profile case in the country... but i guess it was eighty years ago, so it can probably wait, because this case is so important now... but it makes me feel bad, you know? like, the whales needed someone to defend them then, and they need someone to defend them now... do you think the ikebukuro monster ever drives down this street? what if he's stuck in traffic, too. just like us regular people. " ' you're so fucking cute. ' " hm? oh. thanks. " her face grew warm as she momentarily fell quiet, smiling sheepishly as she slumped back into the passenger seat of his car; traffic slowly crawling through the streets of ikebukuro. " are you trying to find a nice way to shut me up? " her rambling was incessant, constantly filling any silences before they could even be formed. it was a special talent of hers, one that only flourished when she was in a good mood. and, well, today was the best of days after the night that they'd spent together, even if she was still a little sore. " was i cute last night? " she teased, her voice bright and cheery. she was still buzzing from the high of it all when her phone pinged, and the name of her rookie cop friend illuminated the screen. a text. an important text. " ueno-san, i think they found a body! shouldn't we go there? i can put the location in the sat-nav, ooooooone sec... " she reached across in the seat then, the belt hugging at her chest as she keyed in the location with a grin. last night had arguably been the best night of her romantic life, and now today had the potential to be one of the best in her career as they finally got a new breakthrough in the case.

[tearfest]

❛ You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes. ❜ // from Kimura to Minseo

ㅤㅤ" i fainted... and you didn't take me to the hospital? " she tries to mask her embarrassment with a lame joke, overwhelmingly aware of how much comfort she'd found waking up in his arms. even if it was in an awkward, up-right position. small hands styled with rings brush the any creases out of her knitted cardigan as she straightened up, hoping that her recent health scare could excuse the blush in her cheeks. " sorry... i don't know what came over me. " but she had her suspicions. she was stressed, up to her neck in work deadlines and the new security issues following a recent break-in. nothing had been stolen, but the alarms had been triggered in three of the galleries. and then she had four sons to take care of, the youngest of whom's father had decided to make a grand reappearance, showering her with unwanted gifts. like some kind of fucked up magician pulling flowers out of a hat. between all that, she was averaging about three hours sleep a night, at best. she should've spent her night off resting, not with kimura, acting like she was still young enough to fool around. " i think i'm just tired. " yeah, as if the bags under her eyes hadn't already made that evident. " honestly, not to bore you with woman drama, but my ex moved to town. and the twins love it, but... " she let her silence speak for itself, hands busying themselves with combing soft, brunette locks out from her face to gather into a ponytail. " besides— aren't you used to women just falling at your feet by now? i can't be the first. "