#strangle tw

“i don’t know if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend---- whatever you have. i just--- do you ever just want to strangle them because they aren’t listening ??” brow pressed together, “or even a good friend !! some people never want to listen !!” a pause for a moment to think about everything that was swirling in her head, “oh !! or how about a boss or professor !!” shaking her head back and forth slowly. “sorry, i just threw all of this at you all at once---- i’m a mess !!” and she was, it was lois lane’s style to be a complete mess of a human being. clark kent was out there saving the world; here she was, complaining like it was her job. which in her defense it sometimes was her job. “so, have anything like that lately ??”

Violent actions - @diverse-hearts

What had she ever done wrong to this guy?

Ever since they met face to face the first time, it seemed like Daichi hated her from second one - or even before. Furthermore it wasn’t only her, but the whole family. Was it him after all, who had tried to not only kill her sister, but also had caused an explosion in the hotel. Memories, that still made her heart beat so quickly just by remembering them.

The building was still about to be rebuilt. It all took time, but she was determined to get bring back its shine.

Parting her lips, Miran tried desperately to gasp for her as she felt his fingers still gripping around her neck. Her own fingers digging into Daichi’s wrist, as she tried to make him losen up and regretted the fact, that she of course had to go outside, despite every warning of not doing so. Despite of being told, that it was dangerous - just to find herself now in a lonely street with somebody who apparently tried to kill her, unable to scream for help as every oxygen slowly faded from her lungs.

——— twin coffee mugs lay half drunk among the scattered files, three women strangled to death within two weeks, the only thing that they had in common was the fact that they worked for the same escort service. the fact that they were escorts meant that the cases were handed down the chain until it landed on the desk of the chief’s’ LEAST favourite detective duo; hector and armistice. he honestly didn’t know what the flood’s problem was, so he showed up to work late and/or drunk sometimes, and maybe they both of them may also have hit on his girlfriend, dolores —— oh, and the one time they ruined a drug bust because they took a wrong turn and ended up driving right into it instead the street over where they were meant to be  big deal, flood should just get over it, they’d made far more good decisions than bad ones and those were their rookie days, you were supposed to mess up. 

           hector sighed, pushing back his chair so he could prop his feet up on the table, his eyes scanning the file he held in his hand, “i don’t have a fucking clue about any of this so far. everything leads to a dead end. and the escort lady wasn’t much help either.” though she was enchanting, he thought to himself, wondering where the hell that thought came from. he stamped it down because the last time he’d slept with someone involved with the case armistice yelled —— A LOT. and they so happened to be the murderer. “you wanna grab some doughnuts instead ??”