#numberforaname

[theseance444]

Buddy Cops - Closed Starter Pre S1 for @numberforaname

Twisting the cord of the payphone nervously in his hand, Klaus listened to it ring. And ring. And ring.

Please pick up...

Smudged eyeliner didn't cover the black eye underneath. The red around his mouth came not from lipstick, but the split lip he sported. As he waited for his brother to pick up, Klaus realized that one of his back teeth were loose.

Finally, the call was answered.

"Heeeey, Diego, it's your favorite brother," Klaus said, though not with his usual slurred brovado. This time, he was speaking around blood. "Listen, I know it's been a while, but uh, are you busy tonight? I--I need to you pick me up. Please."

[etoilebleu]

@numberforaname gets a starter

a breathy chuckle of relief was given at the appearance of his brother, the usual warm grin spreading across his face. a nod was given and the plate in his hand was hoisted in the air as a greeting, luther ripping a bite from one of the pastries piled onto it.

" diego. "

sweets, sweets and more sweets. like luther had ordered the entire bakery. but this wasn't his usual bulking menu, no. if anyone knew luther's diet well enough it was diego. this amount of sweets could only mean one thing.

luther was stressed about something.

" help yourshelf. " he offered with his mouth full, swiping a porcelain plate and handing it his way. " there'sh buhhdered croisshants, cheezh danishesh, mufin, froo tahrtsh--ohh! " eyelids fluttered closed and thumb and pointer pinched together, diego licking his lips mid chew, " the chocolate mouushe wiw change your wife, man. "

finally swallowing and taking his oversized palm to clasp onto his brother's shoulder, giving it a firm pat.

[etoilebleu]

@numberforaname

distant booms and sounds of buildings crumbling into the abyss echoed in the evening outside the tall window, the room silent while june waited in the dark.

everyone had somehow forgotten. or perhaps they didn't care since the timeline was falling apart before their very eyes.

it was their birthday. all of them. something diego had said once in the comfort of their bed gave her the idea for it to be just the two of them. not that she didn't care for what was to be her brothers and sister-in-law..she just really wanted it to hit home.

he'd gone to discuss some sort of plan with the others, june squaring herself away claiming to be 'tired'. she never needed a plan. she'd show up, provide the force fields and the ass kicking. simple as that. the room had been decorated with black balloons taped to the wall and ceiling, streamers and gold tinsel on the wall. there were even knives taken from the hotel kitchen strung up as well.

june had snuck back there earlier that day, forcing kitchen staff to allow her to make the best tres leches cake she could. while they watched and dared not interrupt unless she asked for something.

it was all ready and waiting. gold party hat strung up on top of her head while she lounged on the armchair in their room, party horn in her mouth, ready to blow it as soon as he'd come through that door.

[handlcd]

"i can't believe you."

Memes just wanna have fun!

He had every right to BE ANGRY. But her pain is worn on her face, any trick or lie up her sleeve unable to contain the searing pain of something ENDING. Of her finding him becoming ASH in front of her eyes. The laughs, the utter LOVE they'd shared began to tear at the seams and she knew her words were only going to pull the thread FASTER. 

❝ That's the problem, isn't it? ❞

He stopped believing in her. She'd stopped communicating. They'd made their happily ever after a LIFE SENTENCE. No, what she'd done was WRONG, there was no way around that but he'd never listened and she'd forced distance, forced boundaries in preparation for this very moment. She'd never tell him this now and she'd step back from him. They stand across from each other reminiscent of their FIRST DANCE. Gone is the giddiness and curiosity for one another and she'd look into his eyes, hers soft but TIRED. 

❝ I love you. I wanted that to be enough for you but IT ISN'T. Not anymore. It wasn't enough and that's not fair to either of us. ❞

She cries but they're silent tears and she wipes them away hastily. She remembers falling in love with him. It's vivid, like black and white blooming into color but, they weren't TRAPPED TOGETHER out of necessity anymore. They didn't NEED to be together, that much had been made clear to her. 

[peaceinthelight]

@numberforaname asked: "You're fucking with me."

"yeah. 'cuz i'm gonna fuck with the guy with the knives." his words are accompanied by a smile - a warm one, and he nods to his brother. "i'm not messing with you, diego, it's really me."

[handlcd]

❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜

Memes just wanna have fun!

The music in their living room plays, candles setting the space in a WARM GLOW. Their first apartment was SHIT. Leaky faucets, worn walls but she held him like he was an absolute DREAM and, at his words, she stepped back, the small box velvet and making her eyes shine with curiosity. 

❝ ...Oh. ❞

It takes her breath away. The ring is simple, a gold band that compliments her skin tone and stands out all at once. She'd press the box back into his chest, holding out her hand. She wants to tap her feet, to jump in place but she smiles wide, waving her hand at him. 

❝ GO ON, do the honors, MY LOVE. ❞

[untilthcyrot-moved]

PULP FICTION SENTENCE STARTERS | “Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?” asked by @numberforaname

❝ Do you really want me to answer that? Because right now I wouldn't mind a third party agreeing with me. ❞ Lila's brown eyes shot past him, right over his shoulder at a target coming just around the corner with them in his sightline. Raising her gun right next to Diego's head and firing would probably deafen him, so she decided against that. Fingers swiftly grabbed one of his knives and aimed them right at the assailant, taking him down to the ground. ❝ I'm driving, ❞ she told him, snatching the keys from his pocket like the expert pickpocketer that she was.

[handlcd]

 @numberforname liked HERE for a starter!

❝ I don't hear you UNPACKING. ❞

The motel is dingy but the bed accepts quarters and she finds her husband laid up, his long hair fanned out beneath him as he channel surfs. Diego had been tired from their drive but she liked to keep their things ORGANIZED on missions. Guns need to be looked after, and bullets counted. it was what kept them so EFFICIENT. 

❝ Oy, do you hear me? ❞

She can see the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Oh, he could hear her but he liked her to grab his attention in a more physical sense. He always did. She crosses the room, walking between the two beds before coming to stand by him. He doesn't look up so, she raises her knee, placing it on the edge of the bed before throwing her leg over his hips, straddling him and blocking his view of the television. She'd leaned in, whispering in his ear as the infomercial he'd been wrapped up in played dimly in the background. 

❝ Or, did you want a little ROOM SERVICE? ❞

She loved to tease him, to bring him to the line and then let him dangle. Even after they'd married, that much had remained fresh in their relationship. Diego followed her and she led with CONFIDENCE.