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the city lights all call me and i am not a f r a i d . the ❝ streets are paved ❞ with heroes . and they're calling out my name

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alex:

both slender shoulders come up in a halfhearted shrug at his first statement, a coyness taking form in the female’s posture as she does so. “not really— considering you’re not exactly my type either, detective. you see, just as you mentioned my anklet—” with a brief pause in her words, the set of digits that had been crawling over the expanse of his arm find their way to where the badge against his chest lingered, fingertips pressing into it. “i’m not to fond of your accessories. except,” gaze raising from where it had momentarily fallen to observe the badge, dark eyes reach his features once more. “maybe the handcuffs, those i don’t mind. oh, i’m in denial? way to turn it back on me, simon, that totally wasn’t a third-grader response.”

his gaze dropped to her fingers pressing the badge against his chest more. “my accessories get me everywhere. the badge gets me respect, the handcuffs are just plain handy. though my cuffs will only be around your wrist if i catch you breaking parole.” he looked back up at her face then, sure his eyes were getting darker and having absolutely no control over it. “what can i say, hanging out with criminals brings out my immaturity. it’s why i usually try and avoid it. i wouldn’t be here if i really didn’t think i had to be.” but as his gaze flicked to her lips, he was contradicted again.

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hclts:

she was all doe eyes and red lips as she walked inside the grocery store, her craving for ben & jerry’s ice cream bringing her here in the first place. she’d been in star hollow for close to two months now, and despite being here for a while, she was still foreign to where some of the things were located– inside super markers or outside on main street. after a few minutes of searching, she finally asked for help from one of the cashiers, who pointed her in the right direction. the petite blonde couldn’t help but smile in triumphs when she found what she was searching for. ‘thank god,’ she whispers under breath, sliding the freezer door and grabbing a pint of the famous ‘half baked’ ice cream.  she was just about to turn around and head up to the cash register to pay, but stumbled lightly when she noticed someone waiting for their turn to get their hands on the brand as well. ‘shit, sorry,’ she smiled lightly, moving to the side so they can get at it. ‘so which one are you? pregnant, on your period or just craving the hell out of this because it’s so delicious?’ she joked.

“yeah, i’m definitely pregnant.” you’d think that given his age & occupation that simon would have grown up just a little, but alas he hadn’t. still willing to make dumb jokes towards almost anyone he meets. “i work best and get more motivated when i’ve taken in too much sugar, i’m here far too often.” he elaborated, spending the whole time debating between flavors, it was the one time he was most indecisive. normally, he was in control of his decisions but then you put food in front of him and it’s impossible. “i’m assuming yours is the last option, mostly because the others might get me slapped.”

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minsvn:

Minsun chuckled raising an eyebrow. “A detective?” He paused leaning up against the wall with a nod, “hot. You gonna bring me in Mr. Detective?” he let off another chuckle, figuring that he should stop teasing the other so that he didn’t get too uncomfortable. “kidding again…barely, but okay easy minded Mrrrrr?” He asked tilting his head, edging for the others name. 

“hot, that’s a new one.” simon’s tongue pressed against his cheek to silence himself momentarily. “apparently you need a reason to do that, or so i’ve been told. and just simon.” he was careful with his words, he always had to be careful. “who might i be talking to?”

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alex:

“fine,” the word is exhaled in a small huff, “maybe i’m more of a work in progress— on my way to being reformed, and all that other bullshit you cops preach about.” raising one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug, slender fingers continue to smooth their way over his skin. “never said i was an expert— it’s more just, a conclusion i’ve come to. you can bullshit to me about how i’m not your type, and how good girls probably are, but i think you’re lying, detective. you don’t seem like the type to satisfied by a prissy, little good girl. but as i said, just an observation.” briefly, her gaze breaks from him to scan over the diner itself, before dark eyes inevitably land back upon her companion. “or, they’re going to see how you’re looking at me— and know instantly that you’re simply in denial.”

simon, in the very moment, was aware of the badge pressed against his chest. a sign that maybe he should calm down in public, especially public places that are predominately for families. somehow, he’d managed to ignore it and ended up mere millimeters from her face. “i don’t believe abiding by the law and doing as you’re meant to is bullshit, but whatever you think.” he murmured, though with their close proximity she’d be able to hear him clearly. “no one said you have to be prissy to be good. that’s just one extreme. but you’ve got a lot to say about my type, hm? still hoping you fall into the category?” he had to pull back then, had to put a stop to it. instead, he kept speaking. “i think you’re the one in denial, actually.”

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minsvn:

“hmph, don’t tell me that big boy you might end up coming home with me.” Minsun said with a smirk winking in the others direction. He smoothed his fingers through his hair before smiling. “i’m kidding…kind of.”

“i definitely meant easy minded. well, the other kind could also apply. you don’t become an unfit detective, really.” way to just drop in the occupation, simon.

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jocnnac:

“Flexible in any kind of way?” She teased, a smirk forming in the corner of her lips.

“i have a feeling that answering this is gonna get me in some kind of trouble.”

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stardustism:

“Well I don’t want to blind anyone but cranky I can deal with—” She paused before turning to the stranger, “What about sabotaging laundry detergent? Forcing everyone to have glitter. Hypothetically of course.”

“hypothetically, i’d say you really need a hobby if these are just roaming around your head. just an idea.”

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lxckypcnny:

       “look, i told you – my rates go up to $400 starting from next week! if you have a problem with that you should…….” penny whipped around only to be greeted by a different person that she was expecting. “oh sorry, i thought you were somebody else.” she laughed nervously. 

“you know, i’m not entirely sure i should know what these rates are for. if i don’t  know, i don’t have to tell.” it was clear from the look on her face upon seeing him, that he wasn’t exactly who she was expecting. “that is a big number, though.”

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alex:

proceeding to further close the proximity between them, dark eyes didn’t dare shift from their restricted gaze on him. though, the words that fell from his lips weren’t exactly what she wanted to hear. “yes, actually, it is— sounds fake.” an amused hum escapes her, lips momentarily pursing thoughtfully. “oh but, i’m all better now. isn’t that what my little ankle piece is for? training me to be a good girl— though,” extending a pair of slender digits, she allows them to walk across the expanse of his forearm as she speaks. “i’m pretty sure that’s not really what you’re into, as much as you want to pretend it is.” brows perk upward, lips curving merely. “and what idea what that be?” 

“if you were all better,” simon began, eyes staying trained on her face. “if you were the good girl you’re meant to be, we wouldn’t need it on you. but that’s just it — i don’t think you have it in you to know how, and when, to behave.” and it really wasn’t his fault, if you asked him. alex set the tone of the once discussion, turned whatever they could class it as now. but in reality, he was just as guilty, not trying to stop. not even once. “his gaze dropped briefly to fingertips dancing against his arm, before it moved back to her face. “since when are you an expert on what i’m into, hm? thought we already covered this.” again, there was a chance to pull away and put a stop to it, and it was another chance he didn’t take. “people are going to think this is something. something that it definitely isn’t.”

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alex:

there’s a falter in her own smirk at his words, something disapproving seeping through her once coy expression. “please,” the brunette huffs in disbelief of his statement. “i’m everyone’s type, and i’m afraid that you are certainly no exception— detective.” placing emphasis on the last word of her speech, a single brow quirks upward. “but alright, i suppose if you’re REALLY willing to give up all of, well— this” a single hand shifts from it’s place to gesture vaguely in the direction of herself. “then that’s your mistake to make.” despite this, she refrained from moving from her closely approximated position; as if she hanging on to the unlikely change of heart that may occur.

it was almost as if simon wanted to contradict himself, leaning in closer to her. “could you possibly be anymore cocky? is it so hard for you to believe there is a person out there who doesn’t want you?” but maybe it wasn’t entirely true, he was comfortable with bending the truth lying this time. “i’m not a fan of people involved with drugs, and your cute little anklet just amplifies my dislike and disinterest.” he kept his voice low, and was almost too aware of just how close they were getting. “careful, someone’s gonna get the wrong idea.”

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alexrhcdes:

the lack of shifting in his posture was enough to keep the kittenish smirk curving against her lips; and considering he didn’t make a budge— neither did she. a soft ‘mhm’ hums from between pursed lips, voice remaining soft when she does speak once more. “well, if you did have any doubts..” the brunette girl trails off momentarily, dark eyes flickering upward to his features as she momentarily pauses in her speech. “i could certainly PROVE it.” it was almost ironic, the words currently tumbling from between her lips being spoken to HIM out of all people— the very male she’d spent the last couple of months cursing the existence of. though, maybe it was an act of selfishness, a last resort in hoping her charming methods may help her current case. 

it was near impossible to believe that the lead up to this part of their conversation was a mutual agreement of them not wanting that exact thing. an agreement of them not being each others types and being entirely uninterested, quickly turned into a conversation definitely not suitable for their surroundings. simon had to snap out of it, or eat his own words spoken a mere minutes ago. but he stayed silent, unmoving. his eyes trained on her features for more than a moment, before he dropped it. someone really ought to remind him of the distaste he normally fees towards her. “it is such a shame,” he began, voice low and smirk pulling at his lips. “that you’re nowhere near my type.”

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jfcjcmes:

“that doesn’t sound too flexible to me.”

“i’m rewriting the definition of the word.”

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grlanna:

‘ you know that sentence is a complete contradiction? ’

“i really don’t believe that it is. it makes complete sense.”

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bcntlcys:

“ uh, i’m gonna pretend i didn’t hear that —— you want the USUAL or ? ”

“i’m starting to get the vibe that your ears are for decoration rather than use. but yeah, obviously my usual.”

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elenvortiz:

“That is like – the COMPLETE opposite of being totally flexible you know.” 

“no, i think you’re mistaken. this is definitely what flexible means.”

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alexrhcdes:

“my pleasure,” the words just about squeeze through gritted teeth, unable to resist allowing her eyes to roll back in her head. though, upon leaning further to her; alex found both of her brows perking upward curiously— for once listening to him intently. scoffing, she mimics his previous actions, with her own elbows already rested upon the surface; she leans in close toward where he previously had— closing the once larger proximity by doing so. “oh but detective, i did my time before vic made the discovery— i think it’s nice that i’m getting a little BREAK. and you know what? it’s even better that it gets under your skin.” her voice having lowered now, lips stretching out into a coy smirk. “the LAST thing you need to do is go easy on me, i’m a big girl, simon— i can handle hard, some might even say i like it that way.”

it was clearly a potential danger for them to be that close. it was a bad idea already with him sitting with her after he saw her, and his brain apparently just switched off entirely. his head leaned to the side as she spoke, and it was clear that maybe both of them had to start using their brains for good. neither of them moved, but his eyebrow did quirk up. “you know, i really don’t doubt that.” and that would have been the best time to pull away, lean back in the seat. he didn't.

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alexrhcdes:

he had a point, one that alex seemed to be unable to argue with— though rather than admit defeat, she simply breezes over the response, as if it hadn’t happened. “you’re telling me.. i don’t live up to being your type? oh my god—” faking despair, both hands come up to press upon her chest. “what ever am i going to do with myself now? i’ll never find someone like you, simon, my life will be incomplete forever.” albeit, she snaps back to her usual self merely seconds later, unamused to say the least. “please, telling me i’m not your type is the biggest favor you could’ve ever done me— it’s like an early christmas present. but don’t you have OTHERS to follow around? because you seem to dedicate a lot of your time to me and i would hate to think i take up all your time and attention, detective.”

“this reaction is my christmas present, thank you so much..” try and find two people to bicker as much as this pair, it would be the hardest task you ever faced. it wasn’t that simon hated her, if she wasn’t in trouble with the law maybe they could have even been friends, but alas there they were. “i’ll let you in on a little secret, rhodes. no one else i have to worry about has siblings on the force. they have no easy way out of half the trouble, so i don’t have to trail them as much. when they get in trouble, it’s trouble. you get in trouble, and it’s like i have to go easy on you. it’s complete bullshit.” he leaned in closer to her, elbows still resting against the table top. “that’s why you get attention. trust me, you wouldn’t see me if there was a way around it.”