late night mission

pairing: car crash x ben

warnings: n/a, but it’s kind of short

a/n: i love them with all my heart............

“ are you sure that we didn’t do something wrong with sneaking into the aquarium with no tickets? “ ben tilts his head, looking left and right guiltily.

“ — well, just like boss says! not a crime if you don’t get caught. “ car crash — er, fred places his hand on his partner’s back reassuringly. he turns to one of the exhibits excitedly. “ plus, i’m sure that if we just — play it cool, we won’t get caught! “ he elbows ben as he glances at the fish. the boys look in awe at them, pointing and gawking as if they were children.

eventually, ben looks up at fred, looking into his eyes. immediately realizing it was getting weird, he changes the topic. “ — if fish had human sentience, do you think we could beat them? “ he tilts his head.

ive had this in my inbox for eons; i don’t know what to do

VIC SHELLEY

EPITHET: Ghostwrite. 

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pairing: marta (oc) x giovanni

warnings: kind of angsty!

a/n: a short fic for @yagimatsu ! sorry it took forever, but i’m back from my short hiatus

“ — you said your name in front of a cop. it’s been what, a few days since we re-met, and you run off to the middle of the woods, cause a bar fight and hand out your name? ” marta stands in front of the pink haired criminal, eyes locked with his. though being shorter, she isn’t backing down because of a height difference.

“ pshh, it’s fine — i’m sure they have a lotta people named giovanni potage! “ he really has the audacity to play it off as if it was nothing. she won’t have it. she scoffs, as she gives him a glare that showed the visible disappointment and frustration. of course, she loved him, they’ve known each other for a long time, but...giovanni currently didn’t have the most clean record.

“ maybe things would be better if you weren’t so worried about me, c — “

“ — well, maybe things would be better if you weren’t terrible at being a criminal. “ she snaps, clearly tired of his behavior. both parties step back in shock. marta looks down in sheer embarrassment, opting to run away.

knock, knock. the poor girl shivers as she parts her hair from her face. “ marta — can i come in now? — i’ll give you five bucks? “ giovanni whimpers, pressing his face against the door like a lost puppy. finally, tired of his whining, she opens the door and wipes her tears.

“ hey — yeah, uh — “ he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “ i just wanted to make sure you were okay. i brought soup? “ he holds up a bowl of freshly made soup, chuckling nervously. she looks back at him, tilting her head. she finally lets out a small snicker, and the two share a loving stare. “ hey, maybe we can talk over lunch? “ he looks out the window.