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piercexthexwolf:

“I’m on my break. You’ll have to get the attention of another server. Unless this isn’t cafe related, then I might have a few minutes.”

“There ain’t no rest for the wicked, Pierce. Well, I want coffee and I don’t trust people to brew my coffee other than you so cut the break short and get to work.”

averyrendall:

“That did not look good. If you want I can pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“--- it wasn’t me. It was like that when I got here, I swear. There’s nothing to pretend you didn’t see. I didn’t touch the weird ceramic cat.”

lorelai-pierce:

“Come with me to the beach, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll have a blast. Well it was a blast all right but not the good kind.”

“What do you mean by not the good kind? Did something EXPLODE at the beach?”

citznscldier:

“Put it this way, if the DJ thing ever fails – which I KNOW IT WON’T – you can always pick up facepainting,” Quinn laughed as she held up her phone so that she could look at her reflection on the black screen. She barely had time to reach before the paintbrush was dabbed against her nose so, in RETALIATION, the sheriff took the brush from the brunette and bopped the brush against her nose. “I guess there’s some BENEFITS to blending in when it comes to this kind of thing,” she shrugged as she dropped light green orbs to the paint palette. She might fit in physically, but the woman had a long way to go before everything else fell into place – it was hard to fight YEARS OF SELF CONDITIONING after all. “They’re very cool,” she chuckled, finally meeting the woman’s eyes again. Out of instinct, she reached out with her spare hand and fixed the glasses so that they were less crooked then began to paint the different coloured strips upon Valentina’s cheeks. If Quinn had to be fully involved then there was no way in hell that she wasn’t tugging Valentina down with her – though she figured the other was a more willing participant than Quinn was. She couldn’t help but ADMIRE that. Valentina was so… FREE. “Okay… I can’t guarantee that my work is as good as yours, but I tried.” With one final brush flourish with her left hand, Quinn set the art tools aside and observed her handy work. “Maybe I should hang up the sheriff’s badge and become a facepainter now that I’m looking at you – the cheek paint,” she quickly corrected herself, cheeks flushing darker underneath the rainbow colours that Quinn couldn’t have been more thankful for in that moment. At least she could save a little face as her embarrassment remained hidden. At least, PHYSICALLY it did. “Okay, so… what next, oh PRIDE MASTER?”

”Q, forget DJing, I think I finally found my TRUE CALLING,” she joked. “--- hey, not fair,” Valentina mumbled as her hands returned to Quinn’s face, fingers sifting into the hair behind her ears and anchoring her in place. Softly, Valentina leaned forward, brushing her painted nose against Quinn’s chin and jaw, partially removing the red color from her skin. Straying both of her hands away, she then reached for the paper towel, scrubbing the rest of the paint off her nose before turning to Quinn. “--- peace offering?” She suggested, waving the paper towel before using it to carefully clean the undesired paint off Quinn’s nose and chin. “Now, let’s keep the PAINT WAR behind closed doors, alright? --- God, I think we’ve painted each other more than these walls,” she joked, peering over the walls of Quinn’s home as a chuckle left her lips. “It’s a little overwhelming at first, but you’ll be having a blast in no time.” Valentina blinked a couple times until her face broke into a wide smile; her LEGENDARY dimples appearing as her lips spread over her white teeth. “Maybe you should. You could just join me. --- I already have our FUTURE figured out, Prentiss. Think about it -- we move into a trailer and we travel around the country. You know, painting every little kid we come across, one face at a time,” she joked, but really, it was almost a silent wish. She understood Quinn’s love for her work and knew the woman wouldn’t abandon it, but when she thought about the little time they had, when she thought about how one day she would outlive Quinn... It all made her wish for more time with her, an EVERLASTING lifetime together. But truly, she shouldn’t. To Valentina, it was a DOOMED love story; a vampire who fell in love with a human that not only didn’t know her secret but didn’t feel anything for her. So, yes, she shouldn’t think about that, but she HELD ONTO wishes and hopes anyway. Her chest heaved up and down as a shaky breath was inhaled and then exhaled, and soon after, Valentina’s dimples appeared for a moment when she smiled again. “Now we go to Pride, m’lady!”

#i meAN THEY WERE supposed to pain the walls during the weekend so i went with it??#if it's not ok lmk and i'll change it

citznscldier:

“I’m trying,” Quinn grumbled as she tried HER HARDEST to remain still while the other worked, but it wasn’t exactly easy when he attention was being pulled in all different directions by sounds and movements – the entire thing was just SENSORY OVERLOAD for the woman who had spent her life avoiding events such as this. Upon receiving the compliment, Quinn made a face and wrinkled her nose up, though nothing could deter the smile from her face. “Must be your ARTWORK, then,” she chuckled. The heat in her cheeks rose tenfold as the other traced her jaw then rested her palm against her cheek. “Well… am I PARADE READY now?” she asked, quickly turning so that she could grab the paint. “I think you also need a dash of colour.”

Valentina withheld the desire to press her lips against Quinn’s wrinkled nose. Quinn had made an effort to celebrate Pride weekend with her, to be with her instead of work. While she couldn’t control her feelings towards the other woman, she had to remain stoic, even when Quinn’s mannerisms were too charming, even when they were too captivating. So, instead of doing as her heart begged her to, Valentina touched the tip of Quinn’s nose with the paint brush, leaving a BRIGHT RED dot, and slowly took a step back to analyze her work. It was almost as if there was some reluctance in trying to separate herself from Quinn after being so close. It was almost as if they were magnets, with the constant need to pull each other closer. “Perfect. --- alright, my job is done,” she exclaimed, unable to keep her gaze locked on Quinn’s, shifting it down her body. As always, Quinn Prentiss looked beautiful, breathtaking. Clearing her throat, she glanced up. “Yep. You’ll fit right in,” she joked, lifting a brow at the woman’s next words. “Oh, I do? I thought I looked gay enough with these RAINBOW GLASSES. --- aren’t they cool, though?”

Rocking on her toes to have a better view of Quinn’s face, Valentina painted a rainbow flag on the other woman’s cheek. Giggling, she tried to maintain her balance while working on her masterpiece, but it was getting harder and harder due their proximity. “--- STAY STILL, damnit,” she chuckled, amused, as she tried to fix her painting. “You look ADORABLE,” she added, uncounciously allowing her free hand to meet Quinn’s jaw, curling her fingers around the sharp bone as she finished her work, cradling one side of her head in the process. // @citznscldier

#there it goes #a shitty starter #i'm srry

huntswomcn:

“Where was I WHEN?” Logan arched a brow. The huntress knew that the other was referencing the fact that she had been AWOL for about three weeks without cause or explanation, but she didn’t think it mattered. At least, not to anyone that lived in Fort Belmount. Her brothers, maybe. But others? She was still under the impression that NO ONE in town cared for a loud mouthed and often rude Canadian mechanic. “So I’ve been told,” she quipped in return. “Do you honestly think I would work alongside my brother if he wasn’t FULLY CAPABLE of handling something like your bike? Trust my brother, Caro. He’s GOOD at his job.” Hell, he was far more trustworthy than Logan was, anyway. She had a habit of disappearing whereas Jaxson had been nothing if not solid. “— Where’s your bike?”

Valentina mirrored Logan’s actions, arching a brow herself as she studied the woman. “When I went to Belmount Motors and you weren’t there,” she responded. While the vampire avoided befriending people after her transformation, somehow she still found herself doing it, caring about people she shouldn’t care. Logan became one of them for some reason. While there was certainly something off about her, Valentina couldn’t determinate what. “I don’t know, you tell me. FAMILY IS FAMILY. You have to VOUCH for them no matter what, it could be the case here.” She gestured with her hands, shrugging. “--- alright, okay, if you say so.” Her eyes peered over their location, searching for her own motorcycle. “Somewhere around here, I think. Your boy has it.”

jaxscnmcnrce:

“Your one and only, eh…” he repeated, more than a fair hint of mirth in his eyes. “Noted.” Jax couldn’t help the laugh that came at her reaction to his recounting a prior customer’s actions. “I suppose it’s true what they say, a hit dog will holler,” he said between laughs. Regaining his composure he weaved them back to where they kept the loaner vehicles. “Alright, normally we find the thing that best matches up to what you bring in, but considering I’m factoring in sentimental value, I think I’ll just let you have your pick….that, and we also don’t have loner bikes.”

“You know what I mean, Jaxson,” Valentina responded, scratching her neck as she squinted her eyes in an attempt to get the man’s name right. “--- Logan is the only person I trust to touch my baby,” she added, following him. “Oh, yeah, touch my bike and I will holler,” she joked. “I’ll take the Honda. It’ll do until I get Lucille back.”

citznscldier:

“Not too colourful, not too dull – I feel like that should’ve been my YEARBOOK QUOTE,” Quinn laughed. “Well, I do LOVE yellows, but I think I either want my kitchen or my bathroom to be that colour – or maybe my bedroom. My mother always said that pastel colours suited me more, but honestly? Colours are colours to me; she could point at three different shades and give me their proper names while I’d just call all three YELLOW. It’s a real problem, apparently,” the sheriff shook her head. As long as she knew the red, amber and green of traffic lights then not knowing the proper names of other colours were not exactly important in her books, she would leave that part to others that were more suited to that kind of thing – which Valentina seemed to be. “I’m not actually going to do that, though. I mean, I’m ACTIVE ENOUGH, but even I can’t be bothered doing that kind of thing. I’ll mostly just sit around and complain for a while then just accept what’s in front of me,” she smiled warmly at the other, though the smile almost faded as her previous weekend continued to be the topic at hand. It didn’t happen often, but sometimes Quinn was OVERWHELMED by the role she had taken in her job. She had worked her entire life to get to where she was, and now that she was there – now she would spend the rest of her life remembering that she only got the job because of her father’s death. When those thoughts hit, the bottle was usually brought out. It was something that Quinn was ASHAMED of. “Okay, I’m going to trust you with this, then. The fate of my home’s appearance is now firmly in your hands. No pressure,” Quinn grinned, wells appearing in her cheeks as she did. “Even the chillest of people have a melting point,” she then pointed out, chuckling softly. “I’m not going to try, but I am going to APOLOGISE in advance for if it does happen.” It wasn’t like the sheriff would intentionally irritate the other, anyway. She had grown to value and enjoy the other’s company, and was in no way inclined to ruin that any time soon. Green eyes soon fell upon the fingers that held her sleeve and a deeper colour settled into her cheeks. “You’re amazing – I mean… THANK YOU,” Quinn cleared her throat. “I appreciate it all, I do. – And paint fights… really?”

Valentina chuckled gaily at Quinn’s joke, taking a sip of her wine before shaking her head. “You’re not winning at all, Prentiss. I sided with your dad and now I’m going to side with your mom on this one - pastel colors do suit you. You look BEAUTIFUL in that mint sweater. --- well, I think an earthy tone would work perfectly for your kitchen,” she exclaimed, setting her glass on the kitchen’s table as she selected the color from the numerous color options, showing it to Quinn. “I think yellow is a great color and you should go with yellow for your bedroom,” she added, a smile inching on her lips, mirroring Quinn’s warm one. “Woah, THANKS, that takes the pressure off for sure,” she joked, softly nudging her friend’s arm with her elbow, a laugh slipping from her lips. “--- I don’t. I’m telling you. I MEDITATE. I’m the CHILLEST, not only spiritually, but I’m also SUPER COOL and wouldn’t get annoyed over that.” Valentina lifted both shoulders, spreading her hands in a shrug. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You’re not going to drive me insane,” at least not over home decor, anyway. Valentina thought, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. Truth was, when her feelings for Quinn were involved, when they invaded her mind, Valentina could swear that Quinn DROVE her insane. She could swear she was receiving wrong, mixed signals. Smiles that could only mean more to what they represented, touches that sometimes lasted longer than they should. Every aspect of their friendship brought doubts to Valentina. Not about the friendship itself, Quinn was an amazing friend, but about Valentina’s feelings, about the uncertainty of the depth to where she could go, to where she SHOULD go. Hell, she had blown a whole weekend ONLY to be in Quinn’s presence, to paint as many walls as she wished. “I -- You’re welcome.” Valentina’s lips curved into a smile and an irrepressible dimple appeared at the corners of her mouth. Her fingers uncurled the sleeve she grasped, instinctively tracing down the length of Quinn’s arm, fingertips slowly running against the smooth sleekness of the fabric. Eventually, once her hand had fallen to where it belonged, her gaze darted away from Quinn’s, embarrassed after the INAPPROPRIATE touch. Clearing her throat, she wore a smile as she retorted, “--- don’t you give me that look, alright? Paint fights can be fun.”

citznscldier:

“Somehow THAT doesn’t surprise me,” the sheriff chuckled. When it came to observations that were based on Quinn or her actions, almost every single person she knew sided with her father. Hell, she herself agreed so, really, it wasn’t a stretch that Valentina had now joined in on it. “To be fair, it’s a BIG DECISION and it’s one that I’ll have to be okay with for as long as I live here – it’s that or I change the colour every time I find the urge to. Which, knowing me, will probably every other week. It’s just so damn hard to settle on something like this. Or anything, really.” After a short pause, the woman shrugged slightly and took a long gulp of her wine. “One that doesn’t particularly paint me in a warm light,” she shrugged again. “It’s fine, though. I ended up watching an episode of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES or something then fell asleep on the couch. As you can see, my life outwith work is just filled with excitement and activity,” Quinn chuckled and shook her head in response to her own attempt of a joke. “You do realise that me allowing you to decorate my place would quite literally consist of me following you around the house and most likely moving things from one place to another – I’ve driven Chloe INSANE doing the exact same thing almost every year since we were kids, it probably won’t be too long till it happens to you, too.” She wrinkled her nose and took another sip before lowering the glass away from her lips, eyes glued to the approaching woman. “Val, that’s – I’m SURE you have your own plans. I don’t want to disrupt your weekend. Besides, this could be a complete disaster considering it’s me.”

The atmosphere was lighter, brighter and easier to breathe when Valentina was in the same room as Quinn. And, as Quinn chuckled lightly and continued to trade laughs with Valentina, the shorter woman could feel herself falling harder and harder for the other, a smile curving the corners of her lips upward. “--- and that’s why a warm color is the best choice for you. Think about it, a color that isn’t too colorful and too dull,” Valentina offered her opinion, giving a shrugged only to continue, “I mean, it’d be a lot of work to change the color every other week, but it’s not impossible.” Valentina’s brows knitted together at her friend’s statement, studying each word carefully before Quinn added more information about her personal weekend, and chuckling along, Valentina replied, “Come on, that doesn’t sound bad at all. I, for one, love Desperate Housewives. Though I’d rather have wine and company instead, such as right now.” She winked playfully. “I might surprise you. I have great taste in home decor,” she pointed out, a brow raising as Quinn spoke about her sister. Valentina had yet to meet her, but seeing as they both lived in Fort Belmount, it was bound to happen. Lifting her shoulders in a shrug, she added, “I honestly doubt you can drive me insane. Have you met me? I’M THE CHILLEST. I’m the epitome of chill. You can TRY, but I just doubt it.” Valentina’s delicate fingers clutched at her friend’s sleeve, an attempt to interrupt her and soothe her worries all at once. While the need for intimacy and the desire to closer to Quinn were a big factor in Valentina’s choice to help, she ignored such feelings and emotions. Instead, she told herself that she was only helping a friend in need; nothing more, nothing less. “--- it’s fine, Q. I want to be here. If it’s a disaster, then at least it’ll be a FUN disaster. I’m looking forward to all the PAINT FIGHTS we’re going to have.”

braxtonthebeta:

“Nah, you just can’t get enough of me. Shhe, it’s fine. I can keep a secret.”

“You just get more and more cocky with each passing day, huh?”

jaxscnmcnrce:

Jax simply shook his head as a chuckle fell from his lips. “It’s not a problem, we get people like that pretty often enough. That’s how a mechanic tends to develop a list of their ‘regulars’, if you will. At least in your case you’re willing to work with Logan, there have been a few out-of-towners who weren’t content with anyone and kept insisting on shadowing the mechanic as they worked,” he grimaced at the last memory, before waving the woman over to small door that would let her behind the counter. “Come on, I’ll show you were you can park Lucille, and then we can check out the cars we’ve got for loan.”

Valentina’s left-hand fingers weaved into her long locks, tugging it behind her hair as her fingers fell north, softly scratching the nape of her neck in embarrassment. “I honestly don’t know how or why Logan became my one and only, but she did a good job last time I needed a fix and I sort of trust her.” She shrugged, but the man’s next words brought a reddening to her cheeks. “--- okay, to be fair, I did that once, and I would probably do it again if you insisted on being the one to check out my Lucille.” Yet, lifting her hands in an apologetic defeat, she followed him.

citznscldier:

Quinn glanced at the colour the other pointed out before making her way over to the fridge to retrieve the wine. “My dad used to say that I was SO CERTAIN about everything in my life except for one thing: decorating,” the sheriff explained, smiling softly, while she grabbed two glasses to pour the liquid into. Of course, there were OTHER layers of Quinn that she had also been uncertain of, but those seemed so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Inconsequential, really. It was no wonder she had ignored them for so long. She eventually handed over a glass to the woman then returned to the extensive colour collection to look them over once more, shoulders lifting slightly in response to the continuation of the vodka mention. “It WASN’T that kind of weekend,” she shrugged again, taking a long sip of her own wine. She then placed the glass down and picked up the colours resembling the one that Valentina spoke of. “I’m thinking I’ll buy the paint today then start painting tomorrow,” she mused more to herself than the other. “Or maybe the weekend. Not sure yet.”

Valentina’s gaze remained on the variations of colors scattered on the table, head moving in acknowledgment as Quinn spoke of her father, a soft smile pulling the corners of her lips upward. Valentina could tell the man was a HERO in Quinn’s eyes; she spoke highly of him, cherished every moment that reminded of him, and often, as she thought of him, a genuine smile would appear on her lips and Valentina easily caught on to that. Additionally, Valentina could tell that she herself had become IMPORTANT as well, seeing as these certain moments, these certain occurrences in which Quinn would share an information about her past and her father, had become more and more frequent. “--- oh, yeah. I totally agree. I’m taking your dad’s side on this,” she joked, turning around to face Quinn and welcome a glass of white wine. “What kind of weekend was it?” She inquired, brows lifted slightly in question. “--- liked that one, huh? Maybe you should let ME redecorate your place...” Valentina trailed off, taking a step towards the woman as an impish grin inched across her lips. “It’d definitely be more colorful,” she added in between chuckles, shrugging later. “Fine by me. I’m at your service; all yours, all weekend.”

jaxscnmcnrce:

Jax could still see her clearly, even from behind the monitor and it was obvious that the woman wasn’t comfortable with the idea of anyone but Logan touching her motorcycle. Opting not to drag this out any more than it had to be -and really feeling up to having to validate his own skill to a stranger- the hunter, just tilted his head to catch her eye and said, ”Look, she’ll be back soon enough and if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to leave the bike and I’ll let her know you came by. No charge for holding it till Lo gets a chance to work on it, and I’ll even let you use one of the garage’s rentals while it’s worked on. Fair?”

Valentina narrowed her gaze, peering into the man’s green eyes silently as if debating whether to allow him to touch her motorcycle. Yet, he promptly proposed an alternative to their current situation, one that shrank her worries and brought her relief. “--- actually, yeah, that’d be great, thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bitch. I just---I don’t really trust anyone touching Lucille.”

hcatherklein:

“okay, let’s make a deal.” heather grinned, moving towards the pool table, happy to find it free — for once. as she racked up the balls in no particular order, the blonde pursed her lips. “the loser buys the next round of shots. not even ten, one will do. yeah?” she asked, grabbing herself a cue and setting another one against the table for valentina. “we don’t have to get wasted, but a friendly competition never hurt anyone, right?”

Valentina followed the woman to the pool table, a beer in her hands as she watched the other settle up a new game. “I’m listening,” she mumbled, placing the bottle on one of the tables as brows lifted at the woman’s suggestion. “Alright, I can work with that,” she nodded, mirroring the other’s action and grabbing a cue stick for herself. “Ready to lose, blondie?”

braxtonthebeta:

“Because you fucking adore me, V. And I’m good company.”

“That’s debatable. I think it was more of a charity case at first, and then I just kept hanging out with you out of pity.”

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