Hot Fuzz collab with @thestakeout 💕

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Hot Fuzz collab with @thestakeout 💕
LoK /// B: 3, C: 9 /// The Stakeout
The Stakeout || Alaric & Faith
@allroundlostcause
Two days and nothing. Two days of sitting in a rental car in a highly visible spot at the curb on the other side of the street, of having pizza delivered to that same fucking rental and keeping a weather eye on the comings and goings of the Saltzman house. Waiting for Stefan, just in case he shows. Hoping to see Caroline come home, greet her pretty fiance at the door and put all this in their shared past.
Two fucking days.
So far she's seen the kids get ferried around, the nanny show up and leave, Ric mope on the porch which was actually incredibly sad but not her problem. Not her problem. Not her problem. And it's after midnight on day two, she's exhausted and has been glassy-eyed staring at that house without blinking since she lost her last life on Candy Crush when a sharp rap on the window makes her jump out of her bones, turning to see Ric's great-big-giant face on the other side of the glass. Busted.
"I’m an architect."
s01e02 || s03e09
Avatar Scenery - The Legend of Korra
Book 3: Change, Chapter 9: The Stakeout
A summation of my thoughts on Legend of Korra's villain, Zaheer, as spoken by a "nigga" (youtube user xTheRisingSunx). Thank you for a hilarious review! #korra #zaheer #thestakeout #lok #legendofkorra
The Stakeout || Drabble
A plan had been devised between Benjy and Briar, and it was a rather simple one: watch and learn. With the introduction of the aurors to the school, their usual late night exchanges and sleepovers had been strained, but more than that, there were also implications for other things – namely the protest. Benjy was determined to go, but he also knew that Keller couldn’t do everything alone, and that was why the plan had been made to help him out. If they had asked him prior to action, he would have told them not to do anything, and that he had it under control, all the while fighting to stay upright. But Benjy – and Briar – knew Keller well, and they cared about him, so they decided to take on a part of the responsibility themselves. Briar had told Benjy in a small exchange in the corridors what had happened when she’d tried to enter the Gryffindor house the night prior: she’d found the auror with the ashen-colored hair and crystal eyes absent from his post and returned in time to catch her, holding a cup of coffee. Though it seemed mundane, Benjy thought that it could become extremely important, and he decided today he would see what other things the auror left his post for.
He was the one who guarded Gryffindor the most, and he seemingly never slept: every time Benjy left the portrait hole, there the auror would be, standing there and watching them silently. Benjy thought that the man must at least be part robot – did he sleep? Eat? Rest? Making excuses to continually come in and out of the portrait, after a few hours even the Fat Lady was tired of Benjy’s coming and goings: she snapped at him to pick whether he wanted to be in or out, arousing the attention of the auror. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Benjy’s heart thudded. Would he come and ask what his intentions were? Would he get a detention simply for looking suspicious? Benjy knew he hadn’t actually been that subtle – the detective life was not his calling – and he counted the seconds in time with his heart. But the auror, nameless and without personality, turned away, looking down the corridor again, and Benjy let out a sigh of relief. He decided he’d wait on the stairs just beyond the Gryffindor house entrance: it was the main exit in or out of the corridor, and if the auror was going to take a break, he’d almost certainly come that way. Waiting was tedious, and Benjy found himself reading a book from his backpack to pass the time – and that’s when he almost missed the auror striding past him. He walked with purpose and his shoulders squared, as though afraid of nothing, and Benjy watched as the auror walked down the corridor and out of sight. Starting a count up in his head, Benjy waited and waited, and at exactly two minutes and seventeen seconds, the auror returned, not paying the sight of Benjy on the ground any mind.
2 mins, 17 sec, Benjy scribbled down on a piece of paper. Destination: unknown. Sighing, he picked up his book again and started reading, wasting away the hours and feeling himself grow both cold and hungry. He hated spending his entire day like this – there was NEWT revision to do, not to mention time he could be spending with Briar, but when Benjy thought of how many hours Keller had put in and how many other things he probably had preferred to do, he stuck it out. Several hours later, the auror walked past Benjy again – same direction, same pace – and Benjy started up a count again, waiting for the moment that the auror would return. This time, when he did, he was holding a cup of coffee, and Benjy wrote, 3 mins, 42 secs. Coffee. Scrubbing his eyes, Benjy decided to call it a day – curfew was approaching, and he still had to get food from the kitchens. Tucking the piece of paper into his novel, Benjy made sure to stow it safely in his backpack before leaving his own post, wondering how long it would take to actually find useful information – and whether or not it would yield any results.