#I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS HELLOOOOOO

[causalityparadoxes]

The Moon and the President's Wife // BOOM

Bonus:

#I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS HELLOOOOOO #i spent like 2 hours on this omg gifs take so long i am not good at it #doctor who #dw spoilers #missy #the mistress #best enemies #thoschei #15th doctor #fifteenth doctor #season 14 #series 14 #boom #gif #gifset #gif making #spoilers #the master #the moon and the President's wife #parallels #the magician's apprentice #the doctor falls #dw edit

[apricityxoxo]

Uncertainty

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Din Djarin x fem!reader

about 1.4k words

Summary: He must hate you. That has to be why he has such a large aura of hesitance when he's around you. You know for a fact that he does not want to leave his child with you. That has to be why you always get this feeling of uncertainty whenever he's around.

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Helloooooo! This is my first ever drabble so kinda nervous but I'm very excited.

Info/Warnings: A bit of fluff and angst. Takes place between seasons one and two but Mando still has loner season one vibes. Canon divergence. It may not be obvious in this drabble but I will always write with POC in mind, especially black women. There is a part with attempted sexual assault but not from Mando and it's very short and has no details. I think that's all but lmk if I missed anything.

Enjoy

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You can feel his hesitance, it’s basically oozing off of him. It’s like a dark, scary aura of uncertainty that’s exuding off of him. He does not want to leave his child with you. He’s a large man, tall with large shoulders, a wide back, huge arms and legs, whole body covered in beskar. He’s large in size and mass, you try to stop yourself from wondering what he looks like under the armor, try and stop yourself from thoughts that might disrespect his creed. He towers over everyone, including yourself. You feel like he’s always looking down on everyone, physically and mentally. 

Usually, he exudes confidence, power, and strength and he has every right to. He’s very well known on Nevarro, even before “the incident” with the “Empire”. He’s always had a reputation, you heard that he usually wouldn’t start fights, but he would always end them. Gaining a reputation for being merciless and brutal. 

You’ve heard the rumors but realized how true they were when you saw him fight a man, you’re actually the reason for the fight. Walking a student home because their parents were too high on spice to remember to pick her up. She showed you a “shortcut” that she takes with her low-life father, and because you were so concerned with getting her home before the sun went down you didn’t ask any questions. Oh, how foolish you were, she’s such a kind and sweet girl, and you still don’t think she realizes why her father takes her down that “shortcut”. 

There were many different types of people, spice-heads, dealers, and people dressed in questionable attire, but mainly many men trying to sell something special to you and some went as far as to ask for something special from you. 

You were almost out of the shortcut and onto the main road when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you by your waist to turn you toward him before slamming your back into the wall. You don’t think you’ve ever been that scared, not for yourself but for the young Rodian girl that you’ve come to know during your time teaching her. You’re quick to push the girl behind yourself so she can’t see the man. It's dark and you can’t make out his face and you don’t have time to get a closer look when he puts his face in your neck and his hands are rising up your midsection, uttering threats under his breath. 

Tears start to form in your eyes and you feel like you can’t breathe, “Stop…please” you say breathily and you think it’s the last thing you will be able to say. 

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” you scream to yourself but your body does nothing. You begin to close your eyes, giving up against the large vile, and disgusting man, but before you do you see a flash of rusting silver out of your peripheral.

Before anything happens, to your relief, the man is quickly removed. Your eyes bulge open and in a matter of seconds, you see the man basically fighting for his life against the Mandalorian. The Mandalorian and the other man were fighting for no more than a couple seconds, punches being thrown left and right. Then the man is on the ground with the Mandalorian on top of him. The man stopped moving a while ago but the Mandalorian didn’t stop. 

Only did he stop when he heard the cries of the young Rodian girl and your sweet soft voice trying your best to comfort her and yourself. You can physically see him come back to reality, he stands and when he does you immediately push the girl behind you, trying your best to put on a brave face. 

You see that he looks you up and down to check for injuries, you hope. “Are you okay?” he asks out of breath and modulated, looking at both of you. You nod and wipe the tears off of your face before quietly saying a quiet “yes.” He takes a step forward looking down on you and it makes you so nervous that you begin to look down. 

“Look at me,” he says in a deep and stern voice, obediently you look up at him staring at the “T” shape of the visor. 

“Never… ever, take the back streets again, do you understand?” he says. “Yes” you reply immediately and he takes a step back. You take the girl's hand and quickly make your way out of the alley, but before you leave you make eye contact with the Mandalorian, your opinion of him starting to change.

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You think back to that memory often, especially now as he is staring you down as you show him around the small school. Show him where the Kid will be spending time during the day, showing him the activities that the Child can do and what he can learn. You show him where he can eat lunch and play with the other children. You that he’s only here because somehow Karga convinced him to consider leaving the Child here with you. Karga told him it would be better than to take the Child with him on a hunt to a dangerous planet, for an even more dangerous bounty. 

You think Karga might’ve praised you too highly when you asked what he told the Mandalorian. He said that you were kind, good with children, and “extremely responsible, maybe the most responsible person on the planet.” You were absolutely dumbfounded, so dumbfounded that you put Karga in his place before ultimately agreeing to watch the Child if the Mandalorian agrees.

You try to show him how responsible you are with the kids, show him that you’re fully capable of taking care of one more. Now when it’s time to show him your home that’s on the second floor of the school, you get a bit more nervous. Your home was older and you show him every single room, feeling a bit embarrassed when he looks at all the collectibles and photos you have lying around, memories that you’ve collected.  

You show the room where the child can sleep and before the Mandalorian has the chance to ask about some form of supervision at night, you show him the old baby monitor you had lying around. Any question that he might’ve had regarding the safety of his child you answered, he had no rebuttal or excuse. 

Karga looked at him with a smug look “I told you! Who else to watch your child but this young woman? You have no excuse now Mando” Karga says with a chuckle at the end. Mando looked at Karga, then at the Child in the floating pram (who was only interested in the trinkets you had lying around), and then finally he looked at you. 

Even though you can’t see his face, you know he’s looking at you with a face full of uncertainty. He doesn’t trust you and with all the crazy things that happened to him and his child, you can completely understand why. 

“C’mon Mando, the hunt will be more dangerous if you bring the kid along. Make the hunt and your life easier.” Karga says with enthusiasm. 

“I don’t want to intrude, if this works out after the hunt, I can pay you…generously,” says the Mandalorian. 

“It’s the least I can do for you, after what you did for Nevarro.” You say quickly. “I don’t mind watching him either, I love taking care of children, especially one this cute” You walk over to your shelf of trinkets and pick up the one that you noticed caught the kid’s eye. You show the kid the blue, fuzzy, toy and begin to play with him while his father is thinking it over. 

“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning, and t-thank you for your …hospitality,” he says the last part with a bit of uncertainty, you assume it’s because it’s been a while since someone invited him into their home. 

You follow behind Karga and the Mandalorian down the stairs and out the front door. You’re walking down the old steep stoop to the main street when the Mandalorian turns around to hold your hand and help you down an especially steep step. He helps you to the street but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he looks you in the eyes and gives a quiet “thank you” before letting go, flexing the hand that held yours. He was off into the busy main street with Karga and the baby in the pram following behind. You watch him leave, staring at him with feelings of uncertainty and a tight feeling blooming in your chest.

(yall peep the pride and prejudiced reference lol)

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roma ✦

#roma’s works ❀ #fanfic #fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #grogu #x fem!reader #x female reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black fem!reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #x fem reader

[deadbydangit]

helloooooo!!!

i wanted to request something if you dont mind :)

how do you think the killers (of your choice) would react to string tricks? like a survivor that specializes on doing very fun tricks with strings?

if this is very confusing, sorry 😅

thanks!

I'm not too sure what string tricks are, but I do know of yo-yo tricks. I can write about that. I hope that's an okay substitute. Please enjoy.

With a reader who could do yo-yo tricks: Mastermind, Hillbilly, Huntress

Mastermind

A yo-yo?

"Aren't you a bit old for that?"

"That seems rather childish."

Don't let Wesker's pretentious talking discourage you from doing what you love.

Just because he finds it childish doesn't mean he'll make you stop.

He wishes you would spend time learning something more useful.

Alas, he will not complain about it.

"Well, I suppose it promotes good hand eye coordination."

"Very well dearheart. If it makes you that happy."

People outright tell you to leave him alone, but he isn't too interested in your tricks.

Again, it just isn't something that's practical.

"Why don't you practice something useful. Like using a gun or learning the chemical formulas I'm studying?"

His idea of fun and your idea of fun may be totally different.

However, he does enjoy seeing the look on your face when you're practicing.

You have this child-like innocence that he finds irresistible and adorable.

Like, for that moment, you're able to ignore all the horrible awful things in the world.

Like you're able to focus on only the good and pure things.

He actually finds himself rather jealous.

During times when he feels like everything is hopeless he'll often come and watch you.

It gives him a sense of hope that he had otherwise thought he had lost.

"Dearheart, would you please show me that trick where the yo-yo goes over your head? I enjoy that one."

Even if he finds the talent ridiculous, he loves seeing the joy on your face.

Hillbilly

"What's that?"

Max has never seen one before.

Maybe on tv, but never in real life.

He was deprived of all those fun things a normal child would have.

Even doing the most basic thing with the yo-yo Max finds amazing.

So when you show him tricks?

He's in awe.

Like he had seen a unicorn or something.

"Again!"

You'll hear that at least five more times after you've done a trick.

He can't help it.

The person he loves the most doing such amazing things?

"It's magic!"

You'll have to explain to Max that, no, it isn't magic.

He wants to try!

You can try and teach him, but he'll usually end up hitting himself in the face trying to do some elaborate trick.

He's easily discouraged because he has been told his whole life that he was useless.

But don't let him give up. Make sure you show him the basics and do so slowly.

He'll pick it up eventually.

And when he does, you better believe he'll be showing you the trick about 50 times.

Even if it's just making the yo-yo go up and down like normal.

He's really trying hard to impress you, so make sure you praise him a lot.

Huntress

Like Max, Anna will also be in awe.

However, she knows that it isn't magic.

She does think it's some sort of weapon though.

She had never seen a yo-yo before.

She'll want to try out this new and unique 'weapon' of yours.

You're going to have to explain to her that no, it isn't a weapon.

That it's a hobby; a toy you could learn tricks with.

To her, anything could be used as a weapon. But she won't break your favorite toy by trying to use it as a weapon.

She knows doing something like that would hurt you. It would be like someone breaking her mask.

As someone who has practiced the art of throwing hatchets meticulously, she appreciates the time and effort you've put into learning the yo-yo.

Even if it doesn't do any damage, she's still really impressed by you.

She might want to try it.

Make sure you show her how to hold it properly and the correct strength to use.

We all know how strong Anna is and how unaware she is of that strength.

She might accidentally yank the string so hard the yo-yo part comes off.

If that's happened she'll be devastated and crying, begging for your forgiveness.

Asure her that you aren't upset.

You'll just have to teach her to be a little more careful.

She's a fast learner, she picks up on things very quickly.

And, with her axe throwing skills, she's able to learn the yo-yo even faster.

She claims the wrist flicking motions are very similar.

Once she gets good enough, try and find her own yo-yo.

Because she'll be playing with it all the time.

And, when she has her own, she'll get to play with you.

To her, that's the best part about it.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd mastermind #dbd huntress #dbd hillbilly

[iguessitsjustme]

Hi Rae!!!

I hope you're doing very well! My question is, what do you think about music in Unknown?? Because honestly every time the stripped down piano version of the opening song pops up I am FEELING THINGS. So I wondered what's your take on that.

Helloooooo

I've been...okay I guess. Work is currently using up all of my brain power which is why I have made multiple bad decisions this week (don't ask) and also why I haven't posted much about Unknown. I come home from work every day, sit on my couch, and stare at my wall while thinking "wow what a day" for the past...month? So most of my thoughts about shows have been "what a cute little show I'm watching." And Unknown needs more thought than what I've been able to give. At least for me. Plus everyone else was already writing such fantastic meta that I was just eating it up like I've been starving.

So while I definitely noticed the music in Unknown, my thoughts have been "hnnnnng good music." Buuuut since you asked I did actually turn my brain on for a bit and try to sort out my thoughts on the music. At least a little bit. This is going to be very bare bones (for now) mostly because I do not currently have the time to go back and rewatch some scenes to do any sort of proper analysis on anything. I'm also going to try to avoid spoilers.

I would be remiss if I didn't at least say how much I love the theme song. Something about me that might surprise some people is that I normally listen to the opening song once and then skip it the rest of the time because I'm eager to get into the show (and tbh most of the time I don't like the theme songs that much) but I never once skipped Unknown's opening. It perfectly encapsulates the whole show. I feel every emotion from the show in the opening itself. I cannot explain further I just love it.

This show's soundtrack is one of my absolute favorites. I always say that the goal of a soundtrack is to help set the tone for the show and this soundtrack blends seamlessly with the other show elements for the biggest emotional payoffs. Not only are all of the songs extremely good, but they are used extremely well.

I think the most brilliant part of the auditory choices in Unknown is actually the use of silence. It is used very well and makes the music choices have that much more punch when watching. Part of the reason the music makes you feel so many things when watching is because it is such a stark contrast to the silence that proceeds it. The silence sets up your emotions for the music to swoop in and basically gut punch you (sometimes. sometimes it's a loving caress. but most of the time in this show it's a gut punch but in the best way).

Soooo I don't really have a take specifically on the piano version of the opening, but those are my general Unknown music thoughts. I will consider doing a whole music analysis if anyone wants one and also work stops stealing my brain.

#unknown the series #unknown series #thanks for the ask! #the music in this show is so fucking good but for the most part it just made me go #hnnnnnnng good music make my brain go brrrrrrr #also unknown was the only show that i consistently watched every week #i am behind on literally every other show

[dismalzelenka]

1, 2, & 23 for the fic writer asks???

HELLOOOOOO :D

The answer to 1 can be found here. :D

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Hmm. Let's see.

HAH.

I do love a cute first kiss, and I also do write a lot of Anders and Nathaniel Howe being really really gay and NSFW. I will say, the distribution of my own tags tends to be skewed because of how much I've written for other people and for exchange events, as my personal projects tend to be longer and more angst filled (however you can only tag angst once on a fic, even if it's over 300k words.) So I've written a decent bit of fluff for other people, and some of it is even for me (2/7 of those fluff pieces were personal projects), but as a general rule that isn't where my writing tends to skew.

Blow jobs though! If there is a dick to be found in a ship I write, it is probably getting sucked at some point, sorry, I don't make the rules on this one. ;D

The major accuracy here, ofc, is that I do write a lot of porn. (Hilariously enough, last winter I also figured out I was aspec, so. 😔 ⬅️ insert clown hat here.)

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Oh man where do I start?? I don't think I've ever written a true arranged marriage AU. (I do have a couple of regency au arranged marriage concepts in the rock tumbler. f!Hawke/Nathaniel/Anders and Gale/f!Tav, naturally, because I am pathetic and predictable shsjdjsksksk) the truth of it is I'm honestly intimidated at the research I would want to do before undertaking a Regency fic. But someone said in the comments of one of my Gale fics that my Gale was very Darcy coded and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that ever since. (If you're out there and reading this — you know who you are — know that you've inserted a tadpole of your own into my brain that is never gonna leave me alone for the rest of my days. 🤣)

I've also always wanted to tackle omegaverse, but whenever I try to write one I always get way too wrapped up in the world building and end up with a document that's three times the size of the like, 3k or so words of knotting porn I wanted to write and go "oh, oh no, I don't have time for another longfic universe" and walk away. (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) Gods grant me the restraint to one day write a good old fashioned nut and bolt and be done with it 🙏🙏🙏

Thanks for the ask!!!

#diz writes #fanfic writer ask game #inbox

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Let’s Start the Game...

[Buffalo, New York City, Two Days Later...]

HELLOOOOOO NEW YOORK!

Heheh...You’ve been waiting this entire trip to say that, haven’t you?

Sure have!

Shame that Hiro wasn’t here to say it with me.

...

*Byakuya pats her on the shoulder.

We find this 404 guy, and we may be one step closer to getting him back.

Stay strong Hina. We’ll get through this.

Yeah...yeah, you’re right.

Ok, so...where do we start?

It might be ideal for us to split up into groups of two or three to cover as much ground as possible. According to Chihiro’s info, this is around where the ERR0RM3SS4GE graffiti was. 

So this is where we search. If we’re going in groups, then Maya and I will go together.

That makes sense to me.

Toko and Komaru are probably gonna go together so...I’ll go with Byakuya.

I accept these terms.

Yeah, I mean...we’ll get this done faster if we go with people we’re familiar with.

We should take Akeru with us too. Are you two gonna go together then? If so, what about Kuripa?

Well Kuripa? Would you like to come with us?

Actually, I think I’m gonna go solo on this one.

Huh?

I can get stuff done fine on my own. You go with your wife.

A-Are you sure?

You can come with Four and me if you don’t wanna go with them.

I still need time to think about things. I’ll drag you down if I tag along.

But...I really must insist-

Who the hell do you think you are...? I can take care of myself...!

...!

You’re my boss...

Stop trying to be my Dad...

...Sorry.

Don’t worry, I’ll be FINE. I’ll call you if anything comes up.

You broke your phone, didn’t you?

Oh yeah...

Alright, well, I’ll just come straight back to the van with anything I find.

Stay safe, ok?

I will, I will...

*Everyone starts to disperse.

...

...?

...

*Kuripa catches Akeru giving him a weird glance before she trails behind her parents.

...

*True to his word, Kuripa starts wandering and searching on his own, however, unlike the rest of the group, he has his sights set on a certain place.

(Boss relayed the story to me with what happened to Akane Taira here...She said she visited some internet café, which is where she got threatened...”

*He stands out the front of one particular internet café.

(Let’s see if I’m worth threatening too...)

*He enters the café looks for the booths. Most of them are already full.

...Well, I don’t have my phone, and it’s not like I brought a laptop or some shit with me...Only one thing for it...

*He suddenly enters one of the occupied booths.

Customer: Ah-!?

You look like a reasonably smart man! Listen, I don’t have time to explain, but I’m on a mission. Give me your laptop.

Customer: A-Are you crazy!? Get out of my booth you weirdo, I’m in the middle of something!

...

*Kuripa suddenly grasps the customer by his head.

That wasn’t a request...

*WHAM!*

Customer: AAUGH! Uuugh......

*Kuripa slams the customers head into the desk, instantly knocking him out. He drags his body and leans it in a recovery position against the wall behind him.

Sorry, official Future Foundation business.

*He cracks his knuckles and starts typing into the laptop. He goes straight to ERR0RM3SS4GES website.

“Rumor has it if you say ERR0RM3SS4GES name 3 times in the mirror, 404 materializes behind you and calls you a bitch...”

But why do that when you can just offer yourself up as a sacrifice? When 404 finds out how many juicy secrets I’M hiding, he’s not gonna be able to resist the urge.

*Kuripa browses the website, and then after a few minutes.

...

Ooooooh...Either this is some flashy pop-up ad, or aliens are contacting me!

Psh...Who am I, Hagakure?

Close, but no cigar...Kuripa Kurafto, yes?

Ah, so you know my name?

...!

*Unsure of whether he’s being watched, Kuripa pokes his head up over the booth and peeks around the cafe. When he doesn’t spot anyone suspicious, he ducks back down again.

I know more about you than just a name you know. ERR0RM3SS4GE knows almost everything about everyone.

Oh yeah? Let’s test that.

What’s my fetish?

ENF and public humiliation.

Big boobs or small boobs?

You like small boobs.

I once wrote an erotic fanfiction on WattPad, True or False?

False. You wrote an erotic fanfiction on AO3 though.

Shit man, you ARE good.

Is that really all you want to know? There are many others parts of your history that are suitably...colorful.

Ah-Let me stop you right there pal.

I certainly have a lot of deep dark secrets that I don’t want anyone knowing, but the reason isn’t because I’m trying to protect myself.

If they find out what I’ve done or who I am, they won’t feel safe around me anymore...They won’t trust me and...it’ll break Boss’s heart.

So if you really are an agent of societal justice like I am, you’ll keep what you know to yourself. Understand?

...

Also, don’t talk tough shit. Uchui probably told you all of that stuff about me, didn’t he?

No actually. Uchui endeavored to keep your secrets for you. It seems the sense of companionship between you remains even though you fight on opposing sides.

Uh-huh...

And what side are YOU on?

...

You don’t seem inherently hostile, and I have heard rumors about the big bad brutes of society you shut down. I can get behind that cause.

But you also helped Uchui betray me and get into cahoots with Organization Zetsubou. What kind of plot are you cooking here.

...

If you don’t wanna answer, fine, at least answer me THIS.

ERR0RM3SS4GE are based in Japan, or so they say. What are you doing here in the USA?

...I’m on a mission.

Ah he speaks...! Interesting...what kind of mission?

Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you and the Future Foundation about. You’re the first I’ve been able to get in contact with, but...I need help.

...Help huh? Give me one second...

*Kuripa starts navigating through the customers laptop, and luckily, he finds a recording function. He activates it and it starts recording the screen.

So...you need help with this “mission” of yours...Let’s say, hypothetically, that we agree to help you with whatever you’re up against. What do WE get out of this?

Future Foundation are used to helping people without direct compensation, but unfortunately, morally ambiguous hacker organizations aren’t exactly on our help list.

Hahahah...Your sense of humor definitely adds levity to this situation. But whether you think we’re good or bad, all we’re trying to do is make a difference.

...

Help me...and I’ll send you the location of Organization Zetsubou’s base.

Wait...you know where they’re hiding...!?

If you want me to be perfectly honest, no, I don’t. However, I currently have a plan in the works involving getting that information. Help me, and as soon as I get it, it’s all yours.

Then...the reason you helped Uchui...!? It was so you could use him to find Zetsubou...!?

We can discuss that later. But on top of information, you’ll get all my connections and all my assets to use as you please. If you play nice...maybe I’ll even lend you some gear to destroy Organization Zetsubou once and for all.

...

An enticing offer, but what exactly is it that you need us to do for you?

Unfortunately, I can’t say that directly. I need to know if you’re well and truly up to the task. Not just in terms of abilities, but in terms of how far you’re willing to go.

Well, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to rescue those kids that got taken at the camp. But I can’t say the same for my cohorts. THEY have standards.

Exactly. If you want to know what I know, then I suggest you make your way to a place called the Walkie-Talkie.

The Walkie-Talkie?

Yes. It’s placed at the top of a high-rise flat, and serves as a social gathering hub. People come and go and make business deals and also friends there. However, others tend to use it as a front for illicit dealings and otherwise.

I see...so your target is that place?

No...My target is something much bigger...

Huh?

But it is true that place is hiding some secrets. More will be revealed there. I’ve just uploaded the necessary data to this PC, so do with that what you will. I’ll be going now. 404 out.

Wha-Hey!

*Before Kuripa can stop him, 404 disappears from the screen.

Piss!

*He stops the recording, swipes the laptop and hurries back to the camper.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #oc #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #danganronpa blowback #drb #kuripa kurafto #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #toko fukawa #akeru yozora #komaru naegi #aoi asahina #maya canzanilla #four kaiden #the monster in me arc #???

[seidenbros]

hello !! I was thinking about how much of a flirt Jaskier is, so, may I request a fic or one shot of reader flirting back for the first time, with prompt 71??

Helloooooo! Thank you so much for this, and sorry it took me some time, but work has been hell the last couple of weeks. I don't think this is what you had in mind, but it somehow ended up this way?! I don't know, because this pretty much wrote itself, so I hope you enjoy <3

(Taken from this list and here are some other prompts, but feel free to request anything <3)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff Word Count: 1933

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That stupid bard! With all the flirting, you weren't able to get him out of your mind. For the last couple of weeks he'd come here into the book shop where you were working, and he'd been flirting nonstop, but then again: he was known to do that, and you'd seen him flirt with other women as well, so you didn't think too much about it. After some time, though, he'd woven his way into your heart, and you couldn't do anything about it. Of course, you didn't want to get attached, have all these feelings for him, but at one point, it had happened. You'd found yourself looking forward to his visits at the shop, they were your highlight of the day, but you wouldn't admit it out loud.

“Y/N?” you heard him call from the door even before you heard the bell ring that always announced a customer. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing your name, but you tried to stay calm. It was ridiculous, really. In a few weeks, months, he would be on his way again anyway, once the Witcher returned, once the winter was over. But a tiny part in you was hoping that he would stay or that he would take you with him.

Ridiculous, you told yourself, but your heart didn't want to listen, and instead beat even faster when you heard his footsteps. He brought some of the cold with him inside, making you shiver a little, when he stopped in front of you. He'd nearly ran right into you, because you hadn't said a word yet.

“Here you are! Why didn't you say anything?” Jaskier smiled down at you, his breathing still a little ragged, as if he'd run all the way here from the inn where he was staying. Every night, he performed there, and nearly every night, you were there to watch him, listen to him.

“I was lost in thought,” you said, telling him the truth. “I just found this book and it got me thinking.” A lie, but not an obvious one, because he'd often caught you with your nose stuck in a book, oblivious to what was happening around you. You were lucky, that nobody seemed to want to steal books.

“Yeah, you had that look on your face,” ha said, an amused smile on his face, which irritated you a little bit.

“What do you mean?”

“Every time, you have that dreamy look on your face, that tiny smile, that you can only detect, when you watch closely. It's almost like I can see the stars, your whole world in your eyes in that moment.”

“Oh Gods... stop that, you're making me blush!” And he did. You cheeks had already been flushed from the cold he'd brought inside with him, but it got worse now, knowing that he'd been watching you so intently. How often had he watched you, how long, until you'd realised it? Oh dear...

“I can't help it. You look even cuter when you blush,” he said, ruffling his hair, shaking off the tiny bits of snow that had clung to it. There was still that little smirk on his lips that made it hard for you to concentrate.

“Anyway,” you said, turning around and putting the book aside, hoping to move on to a different topic. You were lucky that Jaskier was the only customer here right now, so that nobody would see you like this. “What can I do for you today?”

You loved having him around – more than you would like to admit – and it always gave you something to do. During the winter months, not many people came here to look for books, search for something. That gave you time, though, to clean the place up, to store the books in order, to make it look nice in here, not so stuffy. There were loads and loads of books, you still had to unpack and catalog, so you had enough to do, but having a nice conversation with Jaskier... that was a distraction you really welcomed.

“Nothing, I just wanted to pay a visit to the cutest woman I know and spend some time with her.”

“You do know that I have work to do, right?” Still, you couldn't help but smile. One part of you told you that he was probably saying these kinds of things to all the people he flirted with, to the women and men on whose laps he sat while performing, but the other part... wanted to believe every word he said, because your heart was beating for him.

“Come on, these books won't run away. You can close the shop and take a walk in the snow.”

It was tempting, oh so tempting, but you just couldn't do it. Your guilty conscience made itself known.

“While that sounds tempting, I need to get at least a little work done, before I can call it a day. Maybe, you'll find someone else to take a walk with you.” Even though the thought of him walking in the snow with some other woman hurt you, you had to say it, because there were loads of other people he could choose from.

“But I don't want to go for a walk with anyone else,” Jaskier said, fixing his gaze on you. For a moment, you held it, but then you looked back down at the books in front of you so that he wouldn't see your burning cheeks again. He was a sweet-talker, but you weren't sure how much of it was actually true, and how much of it was exaggeration to get what he wanted.

“I could help you with the books, you know?”

“God, I love you.”

“What?”

“What?” Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. WHY had you just said that? He'd simply offered to help you with the books, and you'd told him that you loved him? You could play it down, try to distract him somehow, but for the first few seconds, you were simply dumbstruck. Staring into his eyes didn't help you at all, so you had to look away from him again, busy your hands with the books and start piling them up. “I said, I'd love that.” Yes, that was a good way of putting it. Maybe he'd buy that.

“That's not what you said.”

Well, it had been worth a try, right? You ran your fingers along the spine of the next book you picked up, trying your hardest not to look up at him, afraid of what you might find.

“You said you loved me.” Jaskier stepped closer and stopped right in front of you. You could feel the warmth of his body seep into your own skin, making you acutely aware of him, of what he did to you.

“Did you mean it?” His voice was quiet, a little insecure, which was something you'd never detected in him. Not in the way he'd behaved or in the way he'd spoken.... Never. He was always so sure of himself, that this was a little confusing for you, so you raised your head to look at him. His smile had softened, but that look in his eyes... He looked like a little boy again, not like a grown-up man.

“Jaskier...” you mumbled, wetting your lips with your tongue, trying to find the right words to say. This was not what you'd pictured your day to turn into when you'd gotten up this morning.

He took the book from your hands and put it aside so that he could take your hand in his. His fingertips ran along the back of your hand up to your wrist. He put his thumb to your wrist where he could feel your pulse. When he realised how fast your heart was racing, he couldn't help but smile, because his heart was doing the same.

“It doesn't matter,” you heard yourself say, but didn't pull away from him. “You'll be gone soon and in addition, you're flirting with pretty much everyone in town.” Your tone wasn't accusatory, you were simply stating the facts, trying to distance yourself from that situation, which didn't work so well. But you needed to try, needed to put some distance between you two, before you completely lost your-

“It does to me,” he said, before he pulled you close to seal your lips with his. Gone were all the thoughts that had been in your head just a second ago, and your head was filled with Jaskier. With his words, his smell, the sweet taste of his lips... It was almost too much for you. Almost! But you gave up resistance and instead enjoyed this moment, this kiss between you. Your fingers landed on his chest, slowly crept up so that you could wrap your arms around his neck, because now that you started, you didn't want to let him go again. Even if it was just a fantasy, or if it was just for this moment... it was perfect.

Even when you parted to draw some air into your lungs, you kept your eyes closed, not wanting to face reality just yet. You'd rather revel in the feeling, in the moment a little longer than facing the fact that you'd be by yourself again soon.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Now, THAT made you open your eyes, because you weren't sure whether you'd heard him correctly or if that had been your imagination. Jaskier picked up on your uncertainty and smiled at you.

“I mean it... But you've blocked off all my advances, all my invitations to dinner and whatnot, so I wasn't sure what was going in inside your head, how you felt about me.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, let his fingers linger on your cheek for a moment. “You've made it really difficult for me to find out, but I've fallen for you right off the bat.”

“I just wasn't sure whether you were genuinely interested or if I was just a way to pass the time until the winter is over. You're flirting all over the place, so it was really hard to tell.”

“Oh, I might flirt here and there especially during performances, my love, but I haven't flirted with anyone like I did with you. My intentions have always been genuine with you, it was just... difficult to make you see that.”

“You could have just said so.” You had to laugh. It was the most simple way to go about it, the most straight forward one, but Jaskier being Jaskier had probably not thought about it that way.

“Ahh, but where's the fun in that?” He chimed in with your laughter, pulled you close again to wrap his arms around your body. “And you know, I am a poet, so it had to be special, memorable.”

“Oh believe me, this is memorable,” you said with a chuckle. He'd probably had a plan for all this, how to go about it, how and when to tell you what he was feeling, but you'd never agreed to going out with him, always putting work first to protect your heart. But now, you found your heart in good hands, well taken care of. What would happen once the winter was over was something you still had to talk about, to figure out, but you still had time to do so.

#staffi writes #jaskier #jaskier the bard #jaskier fanfic #jaskier fanfiction #jaskier imagine #jaskier x reader #jaskier x you #jaskier x fem!reader #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher imagine #reader insert

[arcadejohn127-9]

Helloooooo I love your work so much. How would the brothers and undatables react to Micheal taking MC as a hostage because they want they want something from Diavolo.

Are you the same anon from before? 👀 People really like villian Michael and I'm here for it

Do I love the idea of a darker obey me? Yes, if the game was a higher age rating it would just be

Let's get into it

Warning: angst, kidnapping and blackmail

To see you alone was a blessing. You were normally swarmed by people all wanting your attention. How remarkable.

Michael watched you walk carefree down the streets of the Devildom, you were humming a tone he was not familiar with. Why were you alone? That was only a question you could answer but he didn't need the answer. He just saw this as an opportunity.

"it's been so long since we've seen each other."

"huh-? Who are- Michael? What are you doing here?"

You looked around, clutching the strap of your bag. You couldn't see him which only made you feel more uneasy. Your eyes scanned the street in hopes you'll find him but there wasn't a single person in sight.

It was work hour; Everyone was free off the streets meaning it was safe for you to walk outside without an escort. You're starting to now regret this freedom.

"just visiting, we've never formally met, have we? I'm not far up ahead - let's meet face to face, shall we?"

There was an alleyway up ahead. You weren't a fool - you were polite but not a fool. Human world, demon world, angel world - whatever world. There was no way you're following a voice to an alleyway when there's no one around. You could be hearing one of your friends voices and you'd still leg it the other way.

"I'm not sure about that....I should be getting back to the dorm."

"fine, but let's atleast say goodbye."

You nodded with a quick bye, believing that he would see. You quickly turned on your heel ready to run back to the dorm but you suddenly felt something wrap around your wrist.

You tried to turn. your vision went black. A hand was covering your eyes whilst you thrashed against their grasp. Your voice was lost as you the world around began to spin. The darkness only caving in quicker.

The next moment you suddenly sprung up. You tried to scream but there was something shoved in your mouth; it made your jaw ache as you tried to yank your hands away from the restraints. You were atleast thankful you could see but less thankful you couldn't remember how to escape being kidnapped. All those tutorials and videos just washed out of your brain due to pure mindless fear.

"Ah~! Diavolo it's lovely to see you! I was getting concerned this wouldn't turn on, you've stolen something that belongs me and I want it back - give me the relic in your father's tomb or-"

You stared as Michael began approaching, eyes flickering back to the screen. Michael was suddenly grasping your face, tugging it closer to him. Making sure you could be seen in the screen.

"say goodbye to your key to peace! I'm sure (Y/N) would agree their life is far more important than some relic."

You could just about make out for friends and you began screaming, shaking your head furiously.

Whatever Michael wanted you weren't going to claim it higher than your life. Is it stupid? Yes but without knowing the price of this sacrifice you didn't want to cause a doomsday. If it's worth kidnapping you for and being locked away in the old kings tomb; it wasn't going to be something simple and nice like a vase.

"As an angel I'll be merciful to you, you have until sundown in the human world, I'll be happy to keep little (Y/N) company~"

He grabbed your shoulders, grinning. You weren't sure what he was going to do to you. Was he going to hurt you? How long was it until sundown? All these questions made your head hurt, trying to hold back your tears as you kept shaking your head.

The screen suddenly turned off and you were left alone with the angel. Your body froze as you heard him laugh. You let out a whimper, crying as he circled around you.

Lucifer:

"My Lord, you can't give him that relic - it'll tear a hole into the realms-!"

But he knew apart of him wanted to say 'screw the three realms'

Mammon:

He just wanted you to be safe

Would he be safe if Michael holds the relic? No, you'd be in more danger

"It's 2 hours until sundown, his mercy is a joke, we need to do something now."

Everyone grew more restless as they tried to think of a plan

Lucifer looked back at the screen, hoping he could see what Michael was doing to you but there was nothing

He had to get you back!

"whatever he's asking for better be important or else you better hand it over, I ain't letting him keep his hands on them!"

He's furious

He didn't follow you out one time and now you've been kidnapped!

Levithan:

He wanted to desperately get you back home

Lucifer gripped his shoulder, telling him to calm down but he only frowned

"I can't- you assigned me to look after them and now they're who knows where! Do we even know where Michael took 'em?!"

Everyone froze for a moment

Realizing, there was no destination, no clues, no way to call Michael back

Their two hours needed to be spent wisely

"This is just like one of my games....BUT WORSE! what's the relic?! There's no way it could be more important than (Y/N)-"

You were the kidnapped royalty and he was going to be the determined Plummer

Satan:

Seeing how scared you look made his mind blur, just thinking of how to get you back

But Lucifer answered his question

It could rip holes into the realms

Michael was the final bad guy and he wasn't sure if he was strong enough to beat him

"What if this all a set up? What If he's already hurt them or kil- got rid of them, what are we going to do?"

"He couldn't possibly want- Prince Diavolo you're going to get (Y/N) back but if he gets that relic we're all good as dead."

He wanted nothing more to just get you back but he understood the risk

He was already planning a way to get you back

Asmodeus:

A sike on the relic - they get you back and Michael doesn't get it

But the question remained - where were you

He couldn't recognize the room but it was light up naturally

Wait-

"if it's 2 hours to sundown it would not be that bright if it's the human realm but he's basing it off one part of the planets time zone - the only other option could be the celestial realm, it's always daytime there."

The others looked at him stunned

He mewled over his thoughts, pacing back and fourth as he tried to figure out where you were

"What are we going to do?! When I said I'd love to see them tied up this isn't what I meant-! We have to get them back, can't we just get him a fake?!"

He was panicking

He could gather the relic was of high importance of Michael was going to go this far

Beezlebub:

But at the risk of you getting hurt or Michael doing something to you if they're not quick enough?!

Levi asked him to repeat himself, he immediately got grouchy and complained about his brother not listening

"we should get a fake, how is he going to know the difference unless he immediately uses it but we're faster than angels and stronger."

Belphegor piped in, reminding him angels are more advanced in weapons and magic

They all were starting to lose hope

Determined still but knowing the time limit and being unable to think of a full plan was getting to them

"You better figure out a plan or I'll go get (Y/N) myself, I'm not waiting for you to decide."

A threat to the prince?

Beezlebub knew that was risky but not getting you back was worse

Belphegor:

If he had to rely on himself to get this done then it'll be done

"That looked like Michaels training spot, if it's in the celestial realm then that's the safest space for him."

"If Michael wants to play like that I say we do the same for that relic, threaten to destroy it if he doesn't give back (Y/N)."

He was like his twin

Ready to get you by himself if he had to, no matter what

His sin wasn't going to hold him back this time

UNDATEABLES↓

He will get you back

Mammon snapped at him, reminding Michael wasn't fair and could of already done something to you

Or fake giving you back

"I'm not lazing around whilst (Y/N) could be getting tortured! Beel got an area and I say we go there and force him to give back (Y/N)."

Barbatos hummed, deciding to remain silent as he watched them think

Belphegor tried to force back a yawn but more kept coming

Diavolo:

"Please, understand this is a difficult situation - I want them back just as much as you all do but this has gotten bigger than some simple scheme."

He was devastated; you were in this situation because of him

He couldn't just let you sit there tied up with Michael

But that relic in his hands could reverse everything he's worked for

Barbatos:

What's even worse you could be hurt

"The brothers cant enter the celestial realm, that would be why he choice it - then only me and barbatos could do it."

It seems hope was completely completely lost

He had faith him and barbatos could save you but he couldn't just leave them waiting in the Devildom

He needed other people to help incase things went terrible

"If it'll put you all at ease, I have a solution but all of you need to listen closely and follow this perfectly."

The plan was to have the twins go together, have Solomon make a replica of both the key and the relic

+bonus chatacter

Diavolo face Michael 'alone' while the rest of them get ready to grab you and attack if things go south

Simeon would come with Diavolo to put the other angels at ease

"But for the brother's to enter I need to be able to use my powers properly, I'll reverse time on their body's but not their minds - it's a difficult spell but I can do it."

After all their angel forms were happily accepted and loved

But who they are currently were not

Michael:

"I'm glad you've decided to be reliable, I'm sure you're aware of the angels positioned outside, they're ready to fire as soon as you try anything."

He pointed to the openings, shining arrows aiming at the demon prince

He was prepared to stop his plan failing

But his disadvantage was undermining how much these demons needed you

Diavolo held the fake relic

You begged him not to; whilst with Michael he told you all about his plan, detailing how he was going to eliminate all humans and lesser demons

Diavolo demanded for you back but Michael just shook his head

"Relic first then the human."

and the trade was complete, Diavolo held you close to his chest

Michael twisted the egg shaped relic but screamed when he realized it was a fake

He ordered the angels to fire but they all aimed at him

He was struck down, the demon brother's replacing his archers

Diavolo handed you over to the brother's, they hugged you and fretted over your tattered state

"Take them....me and Michael have alot to talk about."

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[doctorstethoscope]

The Right Chapter 21 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Helloooooo my friends!!! You are going to love this one. I am so excited to hear what you think about it. Hold on to the fluff my loves. 

Read previous chapters of this fic here! 

warnings: food mention, alcohol consumption, discussion of pregnancy (not reader), mild sexual content

wordcount: 1.9k

“Okay, be honest. How many nights have you actually spent here since you moved in?” Emily asked, perched on the couch in your apartment, a glass of wine in her hand, a few empty bottles scattered between you, her, JJ and Garcia throughout your living room.

“That’s not fair! We spend way more nights out on cases than I do at Aaron’s place,” you laughed from across the living room in a lounge chair. 

“You know that’s not what she meant, peach.” Garcia chastises you, and JJ lets out a snort. 

“It doesn’t matter. Her non-answer is answer enough,” she points out, and you all laugh together.

“It’s a good thing,” Garcia reminds you. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Emily concurs. “We’re all glad you finally figured it out. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to stand you making googly-eyes at him during active hostage situations.” 

“I did not!” You defended yourself with a smile, hiding your grin behind your fourth-- or was it your fifth?--- glass of wine. 

“You weren’t that bad. That’s not to say you were good at hiding it, because you weren’t,” JJ assures you. “But you held it together in the field.” 

“See, guys? And JJ’s sober.” You reminded the group.

“Are you sure you don’t want a glass?” Garcia offered her. 

“No, I’m alright,” JJ denied. “Actually, I offered to drive because…. Will and I are expecting!” She announces, and your faces all light up in unison. 

“Jayje!” Emily squeals, practically diving across the couch to wrap her friend in a hug. Penelope is right behind her, and you all take a moment to fuss over her and feel her non-existent bump before settling back into your own seats. 

“Oh, that means you and Hotch are next!” Garcia asserts drunkenly, and you tense, although you doubt any of the ladies noticed. 

“You think you’d want that? Kids, I mean?” Emily asks you, reclining back in her chair. 

“I don’t really know what Aaron wants,” you shrug the question off, averting your gaze to your wine glass. 

“That’s not what we asked,” JJ redirects you, apparently unwilling to accept a non-answer this time around. “What do you want?”

“With Aaron? More kids, definitely more.” You confess. “But Aaron’s older than I am. I don’t know if he feels like he’s done with that part of his life, you know?” 

“There’s no way. He loves Jack more than anything.” Emily concludes. “He seems like the type of guy who’d love to keep you barefoot and pregnant, even if it’s only because he’d get to pull you out of the field and keep you safe at home.” 

You let out a real laugh at Emily’s assertion. “Well, if he ever asks me about it, I’ll be sure to include that in my supporting arguments.” 

“Trust me-- they never feel done with being a dad. How do you think Will and I ended up with baby number two?” JJ reminds you with a wink. 

“Oh, you guys would just have the cutest babies. That dark Hotchner hair and your pretty eyes!” Garcia gushes, her lower lip starting to quiver. 

“Okay, and that’s my cue to get her home,” JJ chuckles, rising from her place on the couch. “Drink some water before you go to bed, okay? And maybe eat something, and take some advil?” 

“Okay, mom,” you rolled your eyes, standing up and giving your friends hugs goodbye as you said goodnight. 

“Hey, someday you’ll understand,” JJ tells you. “It will be sooner than you think, I’d bet.” She winks, and you roll your eyes at her again, smiling as you walked the three of them to the door.

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“We’re going on a date tonight,” Aaron tells you as the two of you leave the office a few nights later. “Jess agreed to take Jack.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Am I forgetting something?” 

“Only that I love you, and as your boyfriend I reserve the right to take you out whenever I please,” He smirks, placing a hand on your back as he opens the door and helps you into the car. 

You roll your eyes, but you’re not quick enough to come up with some smart-ass comment, so you let him have the win as he drives you both home.

“Should I wear something specific?” You ask as the two of you walk into the house together.

“We’re gonna walk downtown a little, so something comfortable,” he advises. “Do you need to do anything other than change, or are you basically ready to go?” 

“I could use ten minutes to freshen up,” you tell him, and he nods with a smile. 

“Take your time, we’re not in any rush,” he says, kissing your temple and moving into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable as you step into the bathroom, adjusting your hair and makeup just a tad. When you come back into the bedroom, Aaron’s switched into jeans, so you do the same. You go to fish your wallet out of your work bag, and Aaron slaps at your wrist lightly. 

“Stop it. You don’t need that,” he tells you, and you roll your eyes with a playful smile. 

“You’re a neanderthal,” You tease him, letting him guide you out of the house and back towards the car. 

“No, I was raised right,” Aaron corrects you. 

“What if I want a drink and I get carded?” You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt. You were younger than Aaron, yes, but not by that much. 

“If you get denied because you don’t have an ID on you, I’ll stop at the gas station on our way home and buy you a six pack of bud light.” He assures you as he backs out of the parking lot.

“So romantic,” you cooed overdramatically, tossing your head back with a laugh. Aaron takes advantage of the opportunity to lean over the console and press a quick kiss to your jawline.

A few moments later, Aaron parks the car in front of a greasy spoon downtown that you’d never been to before, and you give him an inquisitive look. It’s not that you minded at all-- any time you spent with Aaron was perfect in every way. But his dates were usually a lot higher-key. 

“I’ve got to keep you on your toes,” he shrugged with a boyish grin as he took your hand in his on the sidewalk and walked you into the restaurant. He let go reluctantly as the two of you slid into opposite sides of a booth. 

“So, it’s safe to assume that there’s more to tonight’s date than burgers and milkshakes?” You ask Aaron after the two of you have placed your orders. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Aaron nods, smiling smugly. 

“And are you going to tell me what that might be?” You asked hopefully. 

“Absolutely not,” Aaron confirmed what you had already suspected.

“Not even a hint?” You asked. 

“You’ll find out in due time. Be patient, princess,” he encourages you. 

“I’m willing to beg,” you informed him. You were sure that whatever he had planned would be romantic and wonderful, but god did you want to know. 

“Darling, I’d really prefer if you saved that for our bedroom,” Aaron deadpanned, and you choked on your water. 

“Agent Hotchner!” You chastised, catching your breath. 

“Come on, now you’re just teasing me,” he winked, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

“Well, is it working?” You asked, wondering if you could flirt your way into some intel. 

“Not a chance,” he admonished you playfully as the waitress sat your meals down in front of you. 

After dinner, Aaron took your hand back in his and led you out of the restaurant. You started to head off towards the car, but he stopped you. 

“You did want to see what else I had planned, didn’t you?” He asks, facetiously. 

“Yes please,” you smiled shyly. 

“Take a walk with me,” Aaron says, tugging you back into him so he can wrap his arm around you.  It takes a couple of paces for him to find his metaphorical footing, but after a moment, he speaks up again. “I haven’t been clear with you about what my intentions are, and I wanted to apologize for that.”

“Aaron, you don’t have to--” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“Let me, first, please?” Aaron asks of you, looking you in the eyes, and you nod, giving him permission to continue. “I haven’t explained to you exactly how I feel, and because I didn’t do that, you’re having to worry about silly things, like whether or not you have the same amount of experience I do, or whether or not I’m going to run off with Jack’s teacher or one of his friends moms.” 

“Well, I’m less worried about Rhonda now that I’ve met her wife. But Ms. Meadows is still on my watch list.” You tell him, and he chuckles, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it as he takes you down a side street. 

“Darling, you’ve got nothing to worry about. That’s what I needed to tell you. I’m all in, sweetheart. You, me, Jack, and anyone else we might add to our family-- that’s all I want. That’s my priority.” He tells you, and your breath catches. “So, I got you a little something, just to show you how serious I am,” He says, leading you into a jewelry store. You stop in the doorway. 

“Aaron Hotchner, please tell me you’re not proposing at the jewelers.” You whisper out, not wanting to cause a scene. You would have said yes, regardless, but you were struck by a little bit of shock. 

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, dear. Come on in, and I’ll show you,” He takes your hand again, and you step into the jewelry store with trepidation. The man behind the counter seems to recognize Aaron, as he produces a bag from the back counter once they make eye contact. Aaron passes the bag to you, and you push through the pink tissue paper to uncover a box, in which you find a single diamond solitaire pendant.

“Aaron,” you start breathlessly, but he’s already taking the necklace out of your hands and maneuvering the clasp around your neck. 

“This is just a placeholder, until you’re ready for the real thing,” Aaron whispers, pressing a kiss behind your ear once the necklace is secure. “But since we’re here, would you want to try a few on? So I know what you like? You’re not allowed to take the real one off, once it’s on. So I want you to be happy with it.” 

You’re sure that you’re dreaming your way through the rest of the evening. You try on what feels like every ring in the store, including the ones you insist are too expensive, but Aaron refuses to listen. You’re practically floating on air during the walk back to the car, and you let out a sigh as you settle into the passenger seat. 

“I know I said you weren’t allowed to take the ring off, and I meant it,” Aaron tells you. “But if you’re not ready to start thinking that way, I understand. This is at your pace. You just let me know, and I’ll pump the breaks.” 

You practically launch yourself across the center console, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. “Does this thing go any faster, actually?” You ask, and he laughs as he kisses you again.

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[migilini]

Hiiii! I liked how you did the road trip one shot and was wondering if you could do a request for Charlie Gillespie where the reader and Charlie are dating but have been living in different states due to COVID and the boys do an Instagram live and the reader wants to be on the live with them and Charlie gets so excited and it’s fluffy?

So far apart - Charlie Gillespie

A/N: ofc i can! Thank you so much, hope you like it :) I will proofe read it tomorrow.

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Tiredness was your new default state. College alone was stressful and hard enough plus it didn't help that you had to do it online from your little NY appartement that you shared with three other roommates. But you had too. You were in your last semester ever! That was motivation enough to pull through.

Currently you were trying to facetime your boyfriend Charlie. You haven't seen him in about four months but if someone would ask your roommates, they would say it felt like an eternity of you moaning and pouting about not seeing him. When COVID started, the two of you seriously debated about moving in together. However, at that time, your classes were not online yet and you couldn't move away, he also couldn't move to New York with you because he still had meetings with the JATP Cast.

You stared at your ringing phone, desperate to hear his voice. You knew that he should be awake, you had the time zones imprinted on your brain.

Sorry babe, have a meeting in 5… Will call you after okay? <3 the message that just popped up on your screen made you frown a little. You weren't mad, you just had a really awful week and missed him like crazy.

Sure thing <3 yout texted back and threw the phone onto your bed. Deciding that instead of waiting for him to call back, you could use the time usefully and start studying for your next test in two days. 

It was an hour later, you were completely engrossed in the textbook, so you barely heard the ringing of your phone. Maybe a bit too quick, you tossed all your books to the ground and launched yourself on the bed to find your phone. 

His pretty face filled your screen “Heyyy!” “Hello beautiful!” You two grinned at each other.

“How are--” A knocking on your door interrupted your question. “Yes?” The door opened and revealed one of your roommates Alexis with a sheepish look on her face “I’m really sorry to interrupt but Tara just broke off with her boyfriend and she needs a hug.”

You looked up at your red haired friend “She broke up with Tom?!” Alexis nodded “It's an emergency” she claimed. Charlie understood this as his clue to end the call saying a quick goodbye and a don't worry about it, when you shot him an apologetic look. 

This is how it went nearly every time. Something always came up, either you were studying non-stop and he didn't want to distract you or he had actor things and meetings going on. It was truly tiring. The last time you really had the opportunity to facetime was a couple weeks ago and even then you fell asleep inert 15minutes. When Charlie accidentally lulled you to sleep with a song he's been working on. 

Still the two of you made it work. Charlie had started writing you weekly letters with his perfume on it. And you being your crafty self, sent him a little care package with letters, some self made food and paintings, every now and then.

You just finished all your tests and essays for this semester and you felt free again. Taking a deep breath, you opened your bedroom window and put your school books away. Sinking down on your bed, you closed your eyes temporarily, enjoying the moment. You got up again to get yourself something to eat and a coffee. Your roommates were currently away, probably getting groceries or books at the College Library.

You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, the sandwich you made yourself still laying next to you on the nightstand. Ever since Julie and the Phantoms released, the cast's accounts blew up like crazy and Charlie always showed you off like a queen so of course people found your page as well. You didn't mind though. Most of the people were really nice and respecting, protecting your relationship from all the not so nice guys

You just answered some DM’s, chuckling at a meme that Maddie had sent you, when you got a notification that Owen was live. Naturally you clicked on it, knowing that Charlie most likely will be in the live as well, due to the fact that he was currently at Owen’s with Jeremy.

You were one of the first ones. Owen grinned when he saw your name come up in the chat. 

“Guten Morgen everybody.” You chuckled when you heard your boyfriend singing in the background, writing in the chat that Owen should say hi to Charlie. “Are all of you streaming JATP?” he asked the live audience while you nodded to yourself, your laptop open beside you. It was a bit embarrassing to admit how often you saw the show, but every time you felt lonely you watched it. It had some really cute guys in it after all.

He read the chat “Do you like watching the show you participated in? Thats a good question. Charlie, Charlie! I have a question for you.” The camera turned and it showed the canadian boy you fell in love with. 

“Eh…” he said as he walked into the kitchen, Owen following close. “It was very weird at first. Guess I'm more used to it now.” he answered honestly. You weren't even listening, you just stared at your phone in trance, the light making him look so incredibly pretty.

Suddenly you got an invitation to join the live from Owen. You sat up a bit straighter and blinked a few times before accepting. 

“Helloooooo!” he screamed, making you laugh. “Hi Owen. Yall are up early.”

“Yeah… you know Char. That dumb early riser.” he complained. “Yeah I feel you. Though he lets me sleep so he must love me more than he loves you.” you teased making Owen pout in a childish way.

“Charlie! Who do you love more, me or y/n?” the statement made your boyfriend laugh and for a moment your breath hitched, it was music in your ears and once again you realised how much you missed it.

“I’m really sorry bud, but definitely y/n…I want to...” Charlie just wanted to explain why when he heard your chuckling from Owen’s phone. “See told ya.” It was truly a blessing that the camera was still turned to your boyfriend, making it easy for you to see his reaction. He nearly let the fork he was holding fall out of his hand, his eyes widening while his mouth grew into a big grin. “Is that y/n?” he asked cautiously. Apparently Owen nodded, because before you knew, the camera turned and you were face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Baby!” he screamed, a wide, toothy smile on his lips. “How dare you go on live with Owen but not with me!” he jokes. “How was the history test? As hard as you thought it would be?” you cut off his rambling “Hi! Nice to see you too. No, it was way harder than I expected. Let's hope for the best, I get the results sometime next week”

“I bet you killed that test baby! No, Owen you don't get the phone back… I don't care that it's your live.” The chat was freaking out over Charlie's happiness by just seeing you, talking about how they want love like that.

“Little explanation for everybody. Me and Charlie haven't really been able to facetime so were just really excited right now. Sorry if it's boring.” you explained to the chat. 

“Don’t ever say that ever again.” he said in a serious tone “it's not boring.” you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry sorry. Can I talk to Owen again? I mean he is the one who invited me.” you teased, poking your tongue out. With a pout he gave the phone back to Owen.

“Are you also streaming the show today?” he asked you. Charlie was in the background, looking at you over Owens shoulder, making silly faces. “Of course! Who do you think I am? I’ve been watching it everyday since it came out.” Owens' face fell “You're kidding… that doesn't… that doesn't seem healthy.” you shrugged “Well i don't really care. I have this massive crush on someone from the show, just can't get enough of him.” 

The camera shook and a couple crunts later you were once again faced with Charlie. “I sure hope it's me or you're not allowed to wear that shirt anymore.” he pointed to the shirt you were currently wearing and that was in fact one of his.

“Not gonna tell you babe. My mouth is shut.” you winked, making him blush. “I miss you.” he blurted out with puppy eyes. “I miss you too. Can’t wait to see you.” he grinned at that excited for the surprise he had planned. 

“I think i'm gonna go, let you guys actually comment on the show. I love you Charlie.” You sent him a kiss and he pretended to catch it with his free hand.

“Eww that's so cheesy.” Owen muttered from somewhere in the back.

“I love you too.”

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Still Here (Utsuro x Reader)

tw: Nothing really besides mention of scars? I didn't know how to finish this one so it's shorter oof, reader and Utsuro are more of friends than anything else in this one

Word Count: 1422

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Utsuro was very much used to the feeling of just being used to gain power. Many people who had close to him did, and then just threw him away, like he meant nothing to them in the first place. Akane was the only thing closest to a friend that he had before you made an appearance in his life. You could sense that the first time you met him, which caused him to be surprised in the first time in forever.

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"Hi I'm Y/N."

He didn't even turn to look at you, already questioning why he decided that trying to go back to school was a good idea. A time waster that was only good for a few hours, it was boring but gave him an excuse to just get away from Akane. He was just staring out the window seemingly oblivious to everything that was going on around him, at least, that's what you thought.

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"Helloooooo? Can you even hear me?"

"......What."

"Finally. You going to work with me on this project or what?"

".......It's already done."

"What? We just got it five minutes ago how could you have it done already?"

"Luck."

"I don't believe in luck."

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In a quick move he questioned himself for making he lifted the side of his uniform blazer to show you some of his scars left over from his failed attempts before letting it drop back to his side.

"Luck is the only thing that keeps me from dying."

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You took a long pause just staring at him before uttering out a sentence that made him confused and slipping back into your seat next to him.

"You've really been through a lot haven't you?"

He didn't say a word, just simply made a face, which is all you needed to confirm your suspicion.

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Well, actually, Akane confirmed those suspicions when you asked her. You figured the two of them were friends from the way he would shove her away and at least acknowledged when she talked to him half the time. Utsuro would go into a pattern of dropping out and re-enrolling when he got bored. He already knew the material, but some of the projects could keep his attention for a little while longer than the Rubix cube he'd been carrying around. He'd get up and leave in the middle class more often then not, and eventually he just stopped going all together.

Though she only filled you in on his story after she felt she could fully trust you, which was about a year into being "friends" with the both of them. She didn't blow you off as much as he did at least, and was actually happy to talk about just about anything if it didn't interrupt her work.

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You were weird to him, in the sense that you would never fucking leave him alone but not drool over his existence like a certain maid of his does. He couldn't tell if you liked being around him or just liked trying to annoy the hell out of him with your constant presence. Either way he wouldn't be granting you any satisfaction anytime soon, and mostly ignored you.

You had already stuck around for a year before he started to realize the reason you were around the two of them wasn't for obtaining his power. He was still skeptical though, you might just be planning to ask for something big just to leave like all the others. On and on time went, another long year of existence passing for the three of you.

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"Happy New Year guys!"

"Oh. You're still here?"

"Don't tell me you slept through the countdown."

"It was boring."

"I'm glad I was able to spend another year with you Master Utsuro, as well as you Y/N. You've been making things so much more lively around here."

"....I didn't think I was doing much at all."

"You trail behind us everywhere we go. You're also loud."

"That's only because you ignore Akane and I so often, I got to get your attention somehow."

"Your conversations are predictable."

"Ok then, what would you think chairs would look like if our knees bent in the opposite direction? That interesting enough for you?"

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He made a face that made you think he was actually thinking about the question only to turn and leave the room most likely going back to bed. You had half the mind to follow him and try to get him to stay up longer, but you had a feeling you were already pushing your luck with him then. You didn't know he'd just end up laying in bed staring at the ceiling all night.

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You always were asking questions, some of which he didn't really have an answer for. So curious to learn about things you already knew about, like you were just playing dumb to hear him talk more.

His responses are still as dry as ever, even when you surprise him, but it's different now. He's been getting confused about his own emotions, and to be completely honest, it's all your fault.

You paid attention to him in a way no one else even bothered to. Preventing him from sleeping the day away and at least get up and walk around was rather annoying. You knew he had nothing to do that he wouldn't just excel at without trying. Despite his luck proving that the dead sleep, wasn't going to do anything to him other than give him a short headache, you still insisting that he needed to get up anyways. His luck would usually turn on some alarm, he was dreading that you were his new one.

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"Y/N, why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because you're going to lose the blood flow to your legs if I do, now come on, up up up!"

"I don't want to."

"I will flip this mattress over. Don't test me."

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Making sure he was eating was also a weird thing you were doing. He was used to Akane bugging him about it, but you would just show up in his room with food for him. It was more of a bother that you wouldn't leave until he actually ate.

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"Did Akane make this?"

"Actually I cooked this time, Akane was too busy cleaning."

"How do I know you aren't just trying to suck up to me?"

"Cause unlike other people, you have standards that'd I'd probably never meet. I really have no other motive other than to make sure you get something in your system. I didn't really know what you liked so I made something me and Akane seemed fond of."

".......Why are you still in here?"

"I'm making sure you actually eat it and not just forget about it and go back to sleep."

"You're a pain."

"Look who's talking."

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You've somehow sneaked up on him with a hairbrush on a few occasions. It found it.... different to have someone care that much about his appearance? Akane never questioned how he presented himself before, so a lot of the things you did for him were almost uncomfortably different.

"What are you doing?"

"Fixing your hair."

"It'll just go back to being messy when I lay down."

"Then I can just fix it again."

"What would you gain out of that?"

"What's with you always thinking I want something? Can't I just be nice to you?"

"No one is "just nice to me" without wanting something in return."

"Well you should've just cut ties with those people then."

"You say it like it's that simple."

"For you, everything should be simple."

"Don't pretend like that's always a good thing."

"I'm not. I know very well just how much that's affected you negatively, and I'm sorry."

"......?"

"I was being insensitive towards you. I really try not to bring it up just in case it might end up making you upset, but I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry for that."

"Oh."

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He's still confused to why you stick around. He doesn't have much to offer you other than his power, and you don't even want it. That makes him...happy? It's confusing, just having you sleep next to him like this makes him feel a lot "happier" than he has been for a big majority of his life. He doesn't want to lose this feeling you give him, and quickly stops making remarks like "You're still here?" after realizing that. His luck has been keeping you around so far.... he doesn't want to jinx it now.

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[sharkboygirlish]

Messy.

ONE-SHOT

Word count: 2793

Disclaimer:  One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warning: None

Rating: T (i guess?? there’s cursing)

Author’s Note: Whale, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted on the interwebs since high school so please keep that in mind, lol. I do plan to finish it sooner than later so check back in a few days if you want to read the rest, sorry I don’t have it all done right now.  At long last it it FINISHED.

Feel free to tell me what u think! Unless it’s mean, then I ask that u keep those thoughts in ur noggin because I’m just writing these for fun not for grades.

Without further ado, here ya go.

Author’s Note pt 2: So i didn’t end up going the smut route like I originally planned, but I think it worked out better bc this one got nice and Emotional.

Summary: Zoro really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

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The moon was floating high in the night sky when Nami wandered onto the deck, unable to sleep even after a few hours of sketching. 

She wanted company – specifically, she wanted the company of the crew’s resident alcoholic. It only took a few minutes to find him on the lawn deck with his back against a tree and his eye closed. ‘How typical.’

Nami smiled a small, excited smile as she strode over to him and squatted between his parted legs. An unconscious sigh left her nose as she swept her gaze up and down his face. She caught herself thinking, ‘He really is easy on the eyes isn’t he.’ ....again. 

Who was she kidding? She’d been thinking the same thing every time she looked his way lately. 

Two years ago she’d been able to keep the immature crush she had on him locked tightly away but somehow - it had gotten out and was slowly consuming her entire being. 

Nami hoped he hadn’t noticed how often she invited him to drink with her because she didn’t think she could handle being rejected. So she settled for spending time alone with him whenever and however she could. 

“Hey, moss-head,” the navigator said finally, leaning in to squint at him, “Are you asleep?”

He had literally just settled down for a nice cat nap when the navigator appeared suddenly to interrupt him. ‘Damn. What the hell did she want now?’ 

Instead of answering, Zoro chose to ignore her and pretend like he was deep asleep. ‘Why won’t she go bother someone else?’

Nami started prodding his cheek with one finger to rouse him if he really was sleeping, ”Zorooo wake up, I wanna drink,” she whined and his eyelid opened instantly.

‘Why’s she so damn pretty..’ was the first thought he had when he realized that she was a lot closer than he’d anticipated. 

He mentally chastised himself after, trying to remind his id that Nami had never once indicated that she wanted to be anything other than friends and he should respect that. 

But… There was no harm in looking from time to time was there? And she was pretty. She’d always been... ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, now he sounded like Sanji. He needed to get a grip.’

“Helloooooo,” Nami waved her hand in Zoro’s face until he snapped back to reality and snatched her wrist up, pulling it away. He scowled but it wasn’t deep, and now he was refusing to look her in the eye. “What was that about, huh Zoro?”

“Nothing.” The swordsman replied perhaps a little too quickly to avoid suspicion, “Thought I heard a noise, doesn’t matter – oi, didn’t you want to do something?” 

He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He’d been so distracted by the way her bangs framed her face and sometimes got caught in her eyelashes—’Damnit! He was doing it again.’

Nami smirked again but didn’t press the subject anymore. She’d do that later once they started drinking. “Weren’t you listening to me? You’re so rude, maybe I should find someone else to share my booze with.”

Was it a good idea to go drink with Nami when he kept catching himself thinking about feelings that he’d been suppressing for the last two years? Probably not…

But he couldn’t just decline an opportunity to get buzzed. ‘And... Maybe he wanted to get buzzed with Nami, specifically.’  

Zoro scoffed, mostly at himself. “Quit playing games, damnit, do you want me to drink with you or not?”

“You’re so stubborn,” The navigator teased with a pleased smile that made his heart beat unevenly, “I could care less if you join me, but you’re not allowed to come unless you say you’ll be nice.”

“Nami. I am older than you, quit treating me like a fucking child or I swear-”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady who’s getting you drunk for free, Roronoa Zoro. If you can’t be nice then I’ll just add the cost of everything you drink to your debt and-”

Zoro didn’t have time to ruminate over the way hearing her say his full name made him shiver because he had to shut her up before she did charge him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll be... nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth and her answering giggle made his pulse flutter. He had to fight to keep himself from smiling. ‘What the hell was going on with him tonight? Was he sick?’

“Good boy,” she turned and started walking towards the Sunny’s aquarium bar, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

“Don’t push your luck, woman.” Zoro snarled to mask his confusion over the sudden need to touch her that he felt scratching at the back of his head. He really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

He knew it, but he followed her up the stairs all the same.

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“Why d’you always want to drink with me anyway, witch?” Skeptical of her intentions, his narrowed eye fixed itself on Nami as she approached him holding two maroon tinted bottles. She offered one to him and he accepted it – but he didn’t let his guard down yet.

Zoro lowered his gaze to check the label out, whistling long and low when he read 23% alcohol per volume. A couple puzzle pieces clicked together in his head ‘Oh, that’s why. Because if she tried to drink this with anyone else they’d pass out after two glasses.’

“Would you believe that I just like hanging out with you?” Though her tone was teasing she was actually being genuine, she had a lot of fun with him whenever they went out.

“No–“ He paused when Nami kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him swear. Reaching down with his free hand he rubbed the sore patch of skin and glared daggers at his crewmate. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You said you’d be nice, Zoro! So be nice or I’ll charge you a hundred thousand beris for that bottle.” Nami uncorked hers but waited to hand the corkscrew over until he behaved himself. The look he was giving her would probably frighten a small child but she didn’t flinch.

‘This was his choice.’ He reminded himself. Of his own free will he chose to get drunk with Nami instead of napping, and that meant dealing with her bossiness no matter how much he loathed it. ‘Sometimes he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and make her shut up, there were better things her mouth could be doing anyway-‘

“Why do you keep staring at me like that, do I have a zit or something?”

Zoro sat up so fast that he banged his shoulder on the underside of the countertop. ‘What the hell was that? What the hell was wrong with him?’ He hadn’t even opened the damn bottle and he was already making himself look like an idiot.

“No,” the swordsman grumbled, wracking his brain for a believable excuse, “Just thinking about how I’ll owe you money even after I’m dead if you keep charging me for bullshit.” That made her laugh and Zoro cursed himself for how much he liked hearing it. “Don’t see how it’s funny for me, witch.”

Nami let him take the corkscrew from her, eyes crinkled with amusement while he opened his bottle. “You’ll just have to stay alive until you pay me back in full, I guess!” She trilled before taking a long, heavy drink from hers.

“Yeah?” Zoro snorted before mimicking her and downing about half of the wine in the container. It tasted disgusting, which he’d expected, but that didn’t make the bitter aftertaste any less miserable. His nose wrinkled slightly as he set the bottle down. “I bet even if I did try to pay you off you’d find a way to charge me more.”

“You make me sound so heartless,” the navigator batted her eyelashes innocently, pretending to look hurt, “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Hah.” He scoffed before chugging some more wine and failing to keep track of how much he was drinking each time. “Because you want to keep me on a leash since I don’t throw myself at you like that dumbass cook.”

An impish smirk crawled it’s way onto Nami’s face that made him immediately regret what he’d just said. ‘Fuck. Damnit!’

“So…” She began slowly, savoring every second that the swordsman spent avoiding direct eye contact with her, “You admit that you are one of my lap dogs?”

A muscle in his jaw flexed and he stopped drinking for one second to grunt, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what I heard!” Chimed Nami as she rose from her seat, stepping over to Zoro and tracing a finger under his jaw while he drained the last few drops of liquid. “I should get you a collar, so people know who to bring you to when you get lost.”

Normally he would have snapped at her for poking fun at his sense, or lack thereof, direction but he wasn’t listening to her. She’d come close enough for him to pick up her scent and maybe it was the alcohol intensifying his feelings, but it was suffocating him in a good way.

He loved the way she smelled. Tangerines from her soaps mixed with salty seawater and traces of sunscreen. A hint of orange blossom, but only when she was close to him like this. 

Zoro inhaled deeply through his nose and, without realizing it, his expression melted into something affectionate and gentle. ‘In two years she’d changed in so many different ways… but she still smelled the same. She still smelled like home.’

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“What are you thinking about, Zoro?” Her voice void of it’s usual teasing tone, Nami’s curiosity was piqued by his sudden shift in demeanor. He looked soft and peaceful, like he didn’t have anything to worry about. She wanted to know why.

‘Ah, fuck.’ What was he supposed to tell her? That he was thinking about how good she smelled? ‘Yeah right.’ Zoro was quiet for a while, mulling over his words until he came up with an explanation that didn’t sound as creepy – but also wasn’t a lie.

“I guess..” he finally murmured, his gaze shifting to meet hers, “It’s just been a while and… I was thinking about how nice it feels to be back here, with everyone…” a brief pause then he added, “I missed you guys.” ‘Look at him being all gushy and emotional, this wine really was something else.’ Zoro reached to brush his fingertips by her temple, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear, “I missed you.”

When had Zoro ever been this honest with her about the way he felt? Never was the answer, but now he seemed to trust her well enough to know she wouldn’t spill his secrets. Nami took his face in both of her hands, surprising him, and pulled his head down so she could kiss his forehead. “I missed you too, Zoro.”

Something about hearing her say that she’d missed him too broke a dam in his chest that he’d been trying to keep together for two years. Hormoness flooded through his bloodstream quicker than Zoro could even process them and before he knew it he was practically throwing his arms around Nami’s waist and crushing her against his chest.

“Nami—” he pressed his face into her neck to hide the tears that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sober he might have cared about losing it like this around her but she was here and… ‘He just – needed to hold her.’ Hold her and smell her and feel how real she was because she had almost been taken from him.

‘He’d barely begun to process what he had been through on Thriller Bark when they were attacked in Sabaody. If he tried to think back on it his memories would get hazy and his bones would ache from their very cores. He knew what had happened but it’s like his brain was protecting him from understanding how close to death he’d come. Then – to be torn away from the people he loved with all of his heart? Who he had just nearly killed himself to protect?

It had ripped him apart and rubbed salt into every wound. And it fucking hurt. The same kind of pain he felt when he saw Kuina dead on the floor of their dojo. He was scared, he was furious, he was devastated – all over again but this time it was so much worse. So, so much worse.

That was why he had trained so hard over the last two years. Because he couldn’t bear the grief that came with loving them so deeply – so he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. No matter the cost to his body, he would become powerful enough to defeat anyone who crossed them. Then… He would never have to feel the agony that he did when he first woke up on Kuraigana Island ever again.

Taking on all of Luffy’s suffering in Thriller Bark had been the most physically painful experience of his entire life – but that was nothing compared to how much it hurt to think that his friends were gone forever, that he hadn’t been able to protect them.

Training made it easy not to think about what had happened -- but now he was home, and they were safe - and he was realizing just how close he’d come to losing all of them. At once. And he could do nothing to stop it.’

Startled by him grabbing her, Nami was prepared to give the pirate a good smack if he was getting handsy but… He started trembling. ‘Was he not feeling well?’ Her mouth opened to form the question then stopped. His breathing hitched while his entire body jerked and she realized…

‘Zoro was crying.’

Roronoa Zoro, who prided himself on his strength, was sobbing wretchedly into her neck. ‘He must have been holding this in since Sabaody.’ Nami’s heart ached for him and his stupid pride that forced him to torture himself instead of letting him cry like he needed to. She’d been expecting him to crash at some point, how couldn’t he? Even someone as strong as Zoro was still a human being.

One of her arms cradled his head while the other wound round his shoulders, her fingers combing gently through his hair. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy…” she spoke in the tone that Bellemere used to use when Nami and Nojiko were frightened by a passing thunderstorm. It always calmed her, maybe it would calm Zoro, too.

‘Quit fucking crying you loser you’re supposed to be a man.’ But he couldn’t, he literally could not stop because he was trying to. “I wasn’t strong enough,” his voice quivered at the edges and he hated it. ‘He was definitely never going to drink this kind of wine again ever. Not if it turned him into a blubbering mess like this every time.’

“Shhh, no. No. Don’t you dare try to blame yourself for what happened. Hey, look at me.” Nami urged his head off her shoulder and cupped his face in both of her palms, “None of us were strong enough, okay? Not even Luffy.” Each tear that fell she tenderly swept away with the pad of her thumb. The corner of her mouth turned up as she assured him, “But we are strong enough now. We can take care of each other. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart again, Zoro.”

‘She was right. Of course, she was right. He needed to have faith in his crewmates and his captain. They could do anything as long as they had each other.’ His breathing slowly evened out as he focused on anchoring himself back to reality. He wasn’t in Sabaody or Kuraigana – he was on the Sunny. In the bar, with Nami who had grown so much since he last saw her. The look in his eye softened like it had before his breakdown.

“You’re staring at me again, Zoro.” The navigator teased, her hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He hadn’t let go of her yet but she didn’t mind, he could hold on to her for as long as he needed.

A ghost of his usual smirk passed across his face. “Sorry, Nami…” Zoro took a little risk by leaning in to press a chaste but lingering kiss to her cheek, then traced a path with the edge of his nose to her ear, murmuring, “Wine makes me a little… Messy.”

#zona #zonami #zoro x nami #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #zonalove #zoro x nami fanfic

[yeahimaloser]

Ok, getting better at this! 😁 20 angst and 1 general for hawks. Baby has a too good pokerface (too his benefit and to his demise, babyyy 😭nooo)

Thanks for requesting, and I agee bb has a really good poker face!

“Don’t look at me like that,”“Like what,”“Like you still love me.”

“I love you” “Then tell me that when you’re sober.” <- sorry I changed that one a little :)

Helloooooo, so this is gonna be a little angsty, so I hope I did ok!

Summary: After a night of drinking, you confront Hawks, the man that broke your heart.

Warnings: drinking, cursing, fighting (verbally)

Reader has no pronouns mentioned

Requests closed

Masterlist

When Hawks broke your heart you wanted to just leave Japan.

But you were a hero, worse, you were a hero known for pairing up with Hawks. And everyone in Japan associated you with him.

Your two agencies were practically intertwined with each other, under contract in fact.

Therefore, you couldn’t leave him as a partner. And you hated it, you despise it.

No one knew about you two, and that’s what you liked about it. The fact that people didn’t pity you when you two teamed up. But still, you couldn’t cry to anyone, could actually tell them why you were acting so off. However, you were glad others couldn’t feel bad for you, you thought maybe you could quickly get over Hawks.

But it hurt.

It hurt because he acted like nothing ever happened between you two, he acted like everything was fine. Like you two never happened.

So you did too.

You acted like your heart didn’t hurt every time he smiled at you, you pretended you didn’t miss the feeling of his lips on yours, you pretended you didn’t miss the way his hands felt when creased your cheeks lovingly when he looked into your eyes. You acted like it never bothered you, you acted like you two never happened, you acted like you were fine. Like you didn’t care.

But you did care, you cared so much. You loved him, in fact, maybe you still did. But it wasn’t worth it, he wasn’t worth it.

But some days you would slip up, you would stare at him a little too long, sometimes you would imagine the loving words he would tell you, you imagined what his lips felt like on yours.

And some days, he would catch you.

And he wouldn’t look away from you, he wouldn’t stop staring at you until you looked away. Then he would pretend like nothing ever happened.

How could you hate someone you loved.

______

Your agency, as well as Hawks’, had all went out for drinks together, it was supposed to be fun. But here you were, on the rooftop away from everyone.

The night started well enough, everyone was having fun, drinking, and talking. Till he showed up. He smiled so pleasantly at everyone, everyone except you. He acted as though you were some shadow, a nobody, and you hated it. You hated him.

You couldn’t stand it. So here you were, on the roof, trying to drown your pity.

You heard the door to the roof open and close, you didn’t even turn to see who it was, “Sorry, I’ll get off.”

“Oh, don’t leave on my account,” Hawks’s voice made you sit up straighter. What the hell was he doing here?

You just scoffed, “I just might, what the hell do you want? Came here to rub how much better off you are?”

You didn’t see the hurt in his eyes, you didn’t see the way his body craved you.

He knew it was a mistake, breaking up with you. He loved you, but he got scared, scared of his feelings, scared of what loving you meant, scared of his heart. So he thought this was the best option, for both of you.

It wasn’t.

He missed waking up next to you in the morning, the way you would press your self to him when you two cuddled, the way your lips would feel. He missed your word of praise whenever he saved a civilian, coming from you made him want to work harder. And when you stroked his wings, he felt like the world couldn’t touch him, he felt like only you and him mattered in that moment. The way you would laugh at his jokes felt like the best music. He just loved you so much.

So then, why did he break your heart as he did?

Because he was a coward.

_____

He sighed, pressing send.

He couldn’t even tell you to your face, because he knew if he did he would just change his mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you, he knew his lips would end up back on yours.

He stared at his phone screen for a little bit, before putting it into his pocket.

He felt the heaviness in his chest, he felt the way his mind pushed and pulled at him.

He didn’t deserve you, you deserved a better, happier life. You didn’t deserve him coming in and messing up everything. So this had to be done.

But he loved you, you were all he thought about, all he wanted. All he needed. But you needed to be safe, and your safety came as the first priority. If his heart had to be shattered, so be it.

When he got home, he saw you asleep, the pillowcase wet with your tears. He felt his chest tighten at the sight, he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you, cuddle you and tell you that everything would be just fine. To feel your hands in his hair, soothing him and telling him how much you loved him.

But he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve you.

So he left, he was a bastard and he left.

______

So here he was, still in pain, his heart still aches for you.

He forced himself to act distant with you, to act like he didn’t care.

But he did, he cared so much. He craved you, he needed to hold you to him, to hear your laugh, to feel your love.

But he didn’t deserve it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, in a disapproving tone.

“Like what,” he asked.

You sighed, “Like you still love me.”

He was silent for a moment, taking a swig from his beer bottle, “And if I do love you?”

You scoffed, “Then tell me that when you’re sober.”

He looked at his beer can, before setting it down, away from himself.

“And besides,” you said, “you don’t get to love me. You made the decision when you left.”

He didn’t say anything, so you continued, “You couldn’t even talk to me in person. Hell, you couldn’t even call me. Do you know how terrible it was? I didn’t even know why you left, I keep thinking it’s my fault, that I did something. And guess what? I couldn’t even tell anyone because even though you’re an asshole I didn’t want to ruin your reputation. So I spent night after night crying myself to sleep. Do you know how hard that was? And do you know what I thought about? All those nights that we stayed up together, talking about the future we were gonna have. Did they mean nothing to you? Did any of it matter to you?”

You didn’t even realize the tears in your eyes, but your vision was so blurry you didn’t see Hawks shed a tear.

“So Hawks, what do you think? Are you proud of yourself?”

Keigo hated when you used his hero name, he told you his real name for a reason. He missed the way you would say it. The sweet way your voice would sing his name when he did something right, he even missed when you used to yell at him too. The way you would use his name to nag at him when he was being too annoying, or when you got mad at him.

Like right now.

He wished you would use it.

He didn’t care if it stung, he needed to hear it.

“No,” he said simply, “I’m not. I’ve been wishing since I did it to take it back. It’s so hard not to hold you to me when I see you cry, to not kiss you anymore, to not hold you to me. You can say it’s the alcohol talking, but I do love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. And I never will. But this is the best for both of us.”

You looked at him, in disgust, “You don’t get to decide what’s good for me! You don’t make that decision! I loved you, but you left! And that’s the end of the story! You did this, so stop feeling sorry for yourself!”

You stilled for a moment, taking a deep breath, “And that whole shit about loving me? Well, it didn’t seem like it whenever you would ignore me. It didn’t seem like it when you acted like I was a nobody to you! You don’t get to come out here and tell me you love me after you broke my heart! That’s not how this works! You were supposed to love me, but look what you did! I hate all this, I thought about leaving my agency because I couldn’t bare to look at you anymore,” Hawks just sat there, looking down at his hand, not saying a word, “So yeah, you don’t get to love me.”

You stood, Hawks tried to catch your hand, but you swatted it away from him. Like hell, you would take his hand.

Before you left, you said, with venom in your voice, “Goodbye Keigo.”

I hope I did ok!

#bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #mha fanfiction

[jikyuz]

♡ first meetings ♡ c. hyunsuk

“helloooooo hope you’re doing good <3 i’m so glad i found your blog bc your writing it’s truly amazing ❤️ can I request a scenario with hyunsuk (if you have time ofc) where the treasure members discover that he has a s/o? something really fluffy idk I just thought it would be funny since treasure can be so extra in the best way 😅😅 thank you have a nice day <3” - anon

words: 1.5k warnings: none! a/n: i hope this was fluffy enough for you sweetheart! ;-; also, this sort of morphed from ‘discovering’ to just ‘meeting’ so i hope you don’t mind ^^ also yes i agree, treasure is extra in the absolute Best Way - bee

“I promise you they are gonna love you, there’s no reason to be nervous, baby.” Hyunsuk’s thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you walked. You knew your palms were probably sweaty but it seemed as though Hyunsuk either took no notice of it or didn’t care.

“But there’s so many of them, it’s intimidating.” You looked over at Hyunsuk with a pout. The walk to the company was getting shorter and shorter with each step you took and you were getting more and more nervous. 

Originally Hyunsuk had come over the night before, surprising you with a romantic dinner and then asking you to come to the company the next day to meet the members. “They all want to meet you, they see my phone wallpaper all the time and they’re starting to think you aren’t real.” Hyunsuk had all but begged you, his hands clasped and his lower lip jutted out.

You agreed, thinking it would be great to finally meet his members after a few months of dating, but as you got closer and closer you only thought of the bad things that could happen. What if they didn’t like you? What if they thought you weren’t good enough for their leader? 

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were standing in front of the company building. Hyunsuk pulled you back into reality by squeezing your hand, leading you through the glass doors and up to the front desk. He waved to the receptionist, not needing to sign in because they had seen him walk through those doors too many times for him to count.

Stepping in the elevator, you let go of Hyunsuk’s hand, wiping the sweat on your jeans and biting your lip in anticipation. You wanted to meet the members really badly, it was like the next step in your relationship with Hyunsuk, but you were also worried about what they would think of you.

“Hey,” Hyunsuk snapped you out of your thoughts once again, his hand slipping around your waist and squeezing. “We don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Shaking your head, you flashed a quick smile. “No, it’s okay. I want to meet them.” You grabbed Hyunsuk’s hand, pulling it from your waist in favor of interlocking your fingers. “It’s like the next big step in our relationship and besides from all the stories you’ve told me I really want to see what they’re like.”

“It might be overwhelming at first,” Hyunsuk chuckled, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing your knuckle, “but I promise they’re going to love you.”

Just as the elevator doors opened you heard screaming coming from one of the practice room doors. You laughed, listening to the commotion and trying to make out words but all you got was excited yells and cheering.

“Okay,” you took a breath in as Hyunsuk led you to the room with the screaming, “let’s go.”

As Hyunsuk opened the door, you heard the room be reduced to almost silence. There were still two of the boys running around and doing some sort of dance, but the others were staring at you as you walked in. Their eyes traveled from Hyunsuk to your connected hands.

“Guys! I want to introduce you to Y/N, the one on my wallpaper, my partner.” Hyunsuk said, pulling you so you stood next to him. He smiled at you, squeezing your hand and encouraging you to talk.

Before you could get any words out, however, one of them walked up to you, squinting his eyes and looking at you up and down. You felt a wave of fear hit you, thinking about all the bad things he could say.

“So you are real!” The one boy you recognized, Jihoon, yelled while one of the others behind him let out a groan. “You owe me 20 dollars Junkyu!”

“They had to be real from the way Hyunsuk has been so happy recently.” One of the boys walked up to you, sticking out his hand. He looked young, and while you knew all their names you couldn’t connect those names to their faces. “I’m Jeongwoo, Hyunsuk’s favorite younger brother.”

A chorus of “hey!”s echoed throughout the room as you reached forward and shook Jeongwoo’s hand. Jeongwoo laughed loudly, skipping back to his place on the bench.

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N, I’m Hyunsuk’s favorite.” Another boy walked up to you, his teeth were so white and straight that you almost got blinded by his smile. “I’m Doyoung.”

As Hyunsuk began introducing all of the members, saying their names and pointing to them so you could try and fit their names to faces, you waved to them all. Some of them walked up and shook your hand, others, Asahi and Junghwan, chose to wave and smile back.

A loud scream erupted from the corner of the room, where Jeongwoo was playing some rendition of tag with Junkyu. They were running around the room way too quickly, their feet in danger of slipping out from under them.

“Be careful!” You said, bracing yourself for some sort of impact as they rounded a corner, waiting to hear a sound of pain but nothing came. Instead, they looked up at you and for a moment you were afraid you said the wrong thing but then Jeongwoo let out a soft laugh.

“You sound just like Hyunsuk, no wonder he loves you so much-”

“Okay, okay that’s enough for today. I don’t want you guys overwhelming Y/N.” Hyunsuk said, his cheeks turning pink at the mention of the word love. He scratched the back of his neck, looking at you and you were sure you looked just as flustered. You had never talked about that word before, but you figured if love was real, it was what you felt when you were with Hyunsuk.

“It was nice to meet you guys!” You said excitedly. Of course you had nothing to worry about, these were the most chaotic and hilarious boys and it didn’t look like they had a mean bone in their body.

“You should come over to the dorm for movie night! Hyunsuk said you're good at games and as the god gamer in the dorm I want to see how you stack up.” Jihoon said, his hands planted on his hips and eyebrows raised.

“Well I will say I’m extremely good at card games.” You mimicked Jihoon’s posture, smiling when Jihoon burst out into laughter. “Really though, I would love to come over, more time I get to spend with Suk and more time to get to know you guys!”

All the boys that weren’t preoccupied with their own corner of chaos nodded, the ones that were busy shouting agreements as they wrestled or played games on their phone. You looked around at everyone, knowing that as your relationship with Hyunsuk got more serious, that you would be able to be really good friends with all of the boys.

“I’m going to walk Y/N out,” Hyunsuk said, grabbing your hand and smiling at you. Somewhere in the corner, one of the boys made a gagging noise that caused a small giggle to escape you. “I’ll be right back and we can start practice.”

As soon as you walked out of the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Sure, it was the best case scenario for what happened, but that didn’t make you any less nervous the entire time.

“I told you that they would like you.” Hyunsuk squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing each one of your fingers. “And if you want you can come over to the dorms tomorrow for movie night.”

“Sounds great.” You smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Hyunsuk’s cheek. Just as you let go of his hand, turning around to leave, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

“Oh, baby.” Hyunsuk trailed off, letting go of your wrist when you looked back at him. “It might be too early to say this, but since the members already said it it really made me think and…” he stopped talking for a moment, looking up at you, a soft smile gracing his features, “I think I love you.” He was no longer looking you in the eye after he said that, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants.

“Hey Hyunsuk,” As soon as he looked back up at you, you leaned forward, kissing him quickly on the lips once before you pulled away just enough to look him in the eye again. “I think I love you too.”

From behind the practice room door you heard cheering before someone, you can only assume it was Jihoon or Yedam, yelled, “you guys don’t know how to eavesdrop, do you?”

You giggled, pressing one more kiss to Hyunsuk’s lips. Seeing his red cheeks and soft gaze made you smile. It had been less than a few months of dating but you already knew your feelings for Hyunsuk would only grow stronger.

“I’ll call you later, Suk. Have fun at practice.”

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[onechicagorpf]

Not A Stranger - Part 4

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. you’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Read Part 1 here Read Part 2 here Read Part 3 here

Warnings: Very mild mentions of sex. Swearing, the usual cuss words.

A/N: The final chapter! Woohoo! Honestly I was having so much trouble with this chapter - I actually ended up writing about 7k words total of 3 completely different plots when I suddenly got this idea yesterday and I decided to go with this one. Anyway, thank you SO MUCH for all of y’all who’ve showed the previous 3 parts so much love! I really appreciate it so much! 

PS: Send me asks/messages/leave a note if you liked this and want to see more - it really makes me feel so much less insecure about my writing ahaha! Also do send me short prompts or requests that I can fill as blurbs (i.e. nothing that’s going to be a several chapter story - I will request those later on!) - preferably for Jay but I can do Will as well! Female!Halstead sibling is also okay :) Enough talking, enjoy!

The music is so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts. Or your own voice.

“HELLOOOOOO! BARMAN!” You yell at the guy making drinks 5 feet away from you. Your body is almost entirely atop the counter as you lean forward, trying to grab his attention. The couple next to you throw you a dirty look, but who cares? You’re 3 shots in, and you’re –

“ – drunk as fuck!” Lucy shouts in your ear, trying to pull you up so you straighten.

“What?” You slip off the counter and land back on your feet, wobbly. Your best friend shakes her head. “You’re drunk as fuck! How is that even possible? You barely had anything!” Lucy looks disappointed.

You laugh – a high-pitched drunken squeal – and lean in.‌ “I haven’t gone out in like, four weeks, y’know! My tolerance is down!”

Lucy throws her hands in the air, almost knocking a drink out of someone else’s hand. They yell at her, but she doesn’t notice or care. “This is why I ask you to come party with me like every week, bitch!”

You waggle your finger in front of her. Or, you try to. You’re tipsy enough that standing straight is a little difficult so you keep swaying, and you’re also fairly confident you’re seeing two of Lucy right now.

“The last time I went out with you, I got plastered and woke up next to – ”

“A total hottie! WOOO!” Lucy exclaims, shaking her fists in excitement.

“Yeah except he was also my boss’s brother, but okay.”

The bartender finally comes to you and Lucy, dropping two shots in front of you exasperatedly. You and Lucy each down one. When you flip the shot glass upside down on the counter, you can almost feel yourself losing what little awareness and sobriety was in you.

The music changes and Lucy’s eyes light up. “This is my song!” She howls, before starting to obnoxiously (and very much off-key) belt out lines. She grabs your hand, trying to lead you to the dance floor. You wave her off, saying you’ll be right behind her in a minute, and she nods before heading off.

Turning back to the counter, you lean against it dependently as you struggle with your clutch. You curse under your breath as your fingers repeatedly slip against the clutch opening, even though you had zero trouble opening it when you were sober two hours ago. Finally, your clutch opens, and you pull your phone out. Immediately, your fingers tap the messaging icon, and press on Jay’s name.

No new messages.

“Ugh,” You groan, dropping your head down in your hands. Your phone beeps randomly, but you ignore it in favour of moping.

It’s been about two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you told Jay he was ‘just some guy you were sleeping with’.

Two weeks of complete radio silence.

“Come on, don’t you want to say something to me?” You bitch out loud, glaring at the back of your phone. “I know I fucked up, I know I said mean shit, but my god, I didn’t fucking mean it – I was just. I was stupid and scared…and now I’m at the Verge again and I’m drunk, I’m soooooo drunk and my friend is – oh, she’s making out with some dude! Fuck, I was gonna ask her to book me an Uber but now I can’t and I don’t even know where my Uber app is on my phoneeeeee - ” You whine – a real full-on, high-pitched drunken whine – as you turn your phone screen around.

Voice message recorded.

Voice message sent.

“Huh?” You frown at your screen, trying to figure out what you just did, when someone knocks into you and you teeter over, almost face planting on the counter. “Fuck!” You curse, straightening and trying to look around for who did that, when a blonde head suddenly appears in view.

“Okay listen this is Alex and he’s a cutie and he wants to take me home but I gotta check if you’re okay?” Lucy informs you with the immediacy of a someone about to miss their last bus to work. You want to beg her to stay, but a) you ditched her last time when you saw Jay and she didn’t hold it against you, b) she was insistent that she had to get laid tonight, and c) Alex was hella cute.

“Get it girl!” You cheer, kissing her on the cheek and she beams. Once she exits, Alex in tow, you look around not sure what to do.

“HEY BARGUY? CAN I HAVE ANOTHER?”

***

It’s 30 minutes later that the bartender finally cuts you off and tells you in no uncertain terms that you have to go somewhere else if you want to keep drinking.

“Rude!” You exclaim into the cold air as you exit the back of the bar into a dark alley. “Fucking – I’m not even that drunk, that asshole. Like I don’t know my own limits?” You bitch to yourself as you wobble down the alley in your stupidly high stilettos. Bright lights suddenly shine at you, and you cover your face with your arms. “Motherfuck – !” You squint, trying to see which moron decided to flood the alley with his headlights.

“Jesus Christ,” You hear, and you almost immediately turn sober. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

The lights go down, and just as your eyes adjust you see Jay Halstead exit from his GMC Sierra. Dressed in a black v-neck and dark jeans – god, does he own any colour in his wardrobe? – he steps towards you, a tight look on his face that’s otherwise devoid of any emotion.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, trying to hide the fact that your heart is beating so loud and fast you feel like you can hear it in your ears.

Jay stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow. “You called.”

You frown. “No I didn’t.”

Jay pulls out his phone and presses a button. You hear your own voice saying something about being drunk and not being able to order an Uber.

“That’s not – I didn’t – how the fuck…” You just trail off, confusion written all over your face.

“Well, I’m sure you’re not the first person to drunkenly send a voice message asking someone to come pick you up.” Jay supplies, pocketing his phone. There’s a note of judgement in his voice and you don’t appreciate it.

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to come and pick me up! I’m fucking fine!” You announce, before shoving Jay to the side and walking past him.

“You’re swaying like a leaf in the wind, you know?” Jay comments, behind you.

“Fuck you!” You swivel around sharply, pointing an accusatory finger at him, which proves to be a bad decision when you trip sideways and just about slam your shoulder into the alley wall. The only reason you don’t is that Jay lunges forward and grabs your arms, pulling you to him.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m not that drunk, it’s just my shoes, I swear.” You mutter into his chest. It’s true – almost. You were a little wasted when you exited the bar, fine, but in the same way that drunk people can get immediately sober once they see, say, a train collision, the sudden shock of seeing Jay seems to have burned through the fog in your mind.

You’re not sure what that says about your feelings for him...

The two of you separate, but Jay’s still holding you at an arm’s distance. As he looks down at you, he frowns. “What…are you wearing?” He asks in a judgemental tone.

You look down at yourself – it’s a short, red figure-hugging dress with side cut-outs. Looking back at him, you respond: “A dress.”

Jay snorts derisively. “Not exactly leaving a lot to the imagination.” He mutters under his breath.

“Hey!” You raise your voice, and take a step towards him to – to punch his arm or something – but once again your heels fail you and you just topple straight into his chest.‌ “Fuck!” You shout, cheeks burning, and you push back from him. Bending over, as gracefully as you possibly can in your tiny dress, you try to get your stupid shoes off. Meanwhile, the sound of Jay’s laughter is in the air and you throw a dirty look at him.

After watching you struggle with the straps of your heels for about a minute, Jay crouches down in front you. “Alright, alright, hold on,” He says. Getting on one knee, he tells you to stand and you do.

Jay’s hands wrap around your right ankle gently, and his fingers move deftly, undoing the multiple straps of the heel. You place your left hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself, and try hard to breathe regular. The feeling of his fingers against your skin is tantalising, and the sight of him crouched down before you is putting racy thoughts in your mind.

Without even thinking about it, you move your hand to hold his face.

Jay looks up at you as you run your thumb over his cheek. He holds his breath as the pad of your thumb gently swipes against his pink lips.

Bending over, you lean downwards and capture Jay’s lips in yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet for all of three seconds, before you run your tongue over Jay’s lips and he escalates it. Starting from your ankles, his hands run up the back of your legs as he gets up. Once he’s halfway up the back of your thigh, Jay swiftly stands, lifting you effortlessly. You hook your legs around his waist like a good girl and continue the heated, ravaging kiss. Jay holds you against him with just his right arm – and my god, are you ready to come just from that because holy fuck how strong is this guy to be carrying you with one arm! – as his left hand grabs your jaw in that authoritative, bossy way that has your head spinning.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you know it’s going to hurt so bad when he leaves, you know the smart thing to do is to put a stop to this - to stop being with the one guy you can’t have; the one that sees you as a hookup and nothing more. But god, the way he makes you feel, the way he kisses you like he’s taking your soul – so hard and deep and yet so passionate – and the way he holds you to him like you’re his…the way he’s got your toes curling, he’s got you not giving a fuck that you’ve got one heel on and the other…somewhere on the ground – fuck, you’re so fucking gone for him.

He walks, steady and confident, and you don’t know where he’s taking you until he drops you against the hood of his truck.

You’re panting heavily, your hair fanned out around your head as you lick your lips, your pulse thundering between your legs. Jay looks down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes, before grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you toward him roughly so that your ass is right at the edge of the hood, Jay’s hips right between your legs. The movement causes your already short dress to ride up even more, and now it’s bunched up around your hips. The cool air of the nice is cold against your legs, and especially cold against the growing wet patch at the crotch of your panties.

You look up at Jay – your eyes wide with salacious want, a desperate need for him, to touch you, fuck you, come for you –

A cacophony of sounds is suddenly in the air. A group of people are exiting the bar, loud and boisterous.

And just like that, the moment between you and Jay is over. You sit up at lightning speed, getting off the hood of his truck, pulling your dress down just as Jay steps back, swearing under his breath.

The group take their own sweet time to leave the alley, to get out of sight, and you’re so impatient you briefly consider tossing your other shoe at them to get them to move faster.

Eventually, the last of them turns the corner and you let out of a breath of relief. You turn back to Jay, opening your mouth, and he just shakes his head.

“No, no, no.” Jay runs his hands through his hair, looking agitated. He sighs deeply, before looking straight at you with the most apologetic look on his face. “We can’t be doing this, Y/N. I’m sorry, but...I can’t.”

Your entire body goes cold. 

You shake your head, eyes pleading. “Jay, no – I’m not drunk I swear – ”

“It’s not that, Y/N – ”

“Then what is it? What did I do wrong?” You whisper, reaching towards him.

“It’s nothing you did.” Jay smiles ruefully. “It’s something I did.”

You frown. “What did you do?” Jay doesn’t answer, instead just walking past you.

You grab his arm, stopping him. Jay turns, his green eyes slightly wet, mouth open but you cut him off.

“What did you do? Dammit Jay, stop shutting me out!” You exclaim, begging, and the two of you are so close now you can see Jay’s pupils dilate, and a pained expression fixes itself onto his face and it kills you seeing him this upset.

“I caught feelings for you.” Jay whispers, and your heart stops. “You said I was just some guy you were sleeping with…that you didn't feel like that about me and – and I was going to put distance between us, I swear.” Jay sighs, and you just try to keep up with what he’s saying but it’s tough because you feel like your head is underwater, like you can’t breathe. 

Jay doesn’t notice any of this, and he continues. “But then you called tonight and I heard your voice and I don't know what it is about you but I just – I just lose my mind. I was halfway down the block before I even realised I was coming to get you. And that night you came over – you were under me, taking me so well and so hot I didn't even think before – I just went so hard on you because I wanted you so fucking bad – Y/N I want you so fucking bad, all the fucking time – ” Jay’s shaking his head, his voice is cracking, there’s tears in his eyes and you – you just – 

“I'm going to fucking kill you.” You announce, and Jay closes his eyes.

“Y/N – ”

“Jay, I'm in love with you.” You admit, your voice clear as can be, and Jay’s eyes open, stunned. “I thought you thought I was just some hookup – ”

A deep frown embeds itself between Jay’s eyebrows, “Why the fuck would you think – ”

You raise your voice, slightly affronted. “I asked you about the Army! And you didn't open up to me and I thought – ”

“Oh my god – ” Jay drops his head in his hands.

“How was I supposed to know you felt the same way – ”

“I didn't tell you about that shit because I hate it! Y/N, nothing good came out of my time over there and I saw that look on your face when you found my scar and you looked horrified – ”

“Of course I was horrified – someone stabbed you!” You exclaim, your voice high, your breathing erratic. Jay looks at you, and he’s also breathing heavy...but slowly, his face just splits into a smile. You smile too.

Both of you lean in, pressing your lips together. Jay’s arms wrap around you, tight, and your hands cradle his face as the two of you sink into one another in an intimate, tender moment. Your heart feels like it’s weightless – all the happiness in the world resides within you, for a moment, and the feeling of Jay around you – your Jay – brings tears to your eyes.

When you separate, you barely move – your faces are still so close, Jay looking down at you with all the fondness in the world, and you looking back up at him, teary-eyed.

“I need to get my shoe.” You whisper, the first one to break the silence. Jay laughs, throwing his head back. You laugh with him, a giant grin on your face, as he gently rests you atop the hood of his truck again before running to retrieve your lonesome heel.

He tosses it to you and you grab it. “Do you want a kiss for that?” You ask him, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, one hundred percent.” Jay grins back, and you throw your arms around his neck. “One more thing – ” Jay interrupts you just as you pull close, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Yes?”

Jay scrunches up his face. “Someone needs to tell Will.

You roll your eyes. “You’re scared of that?”

“Hey, he’s not your big brother. I’ll bet my entire savings account he’s going to give the shovel talk to me, his own blood.” Jay counters, and you laugh. “Well, he’s a gentleman like that,” You say, slipping your hands into Jay’s pocket to pull out his phone.

Jay gazes at you with amusement in his eyes as you type a few sentences – out of his sight – and send it to Will.

“Done!” You announce cheerily.

Jay raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure – ” He’s cut off by his phone buzzing in your hand. It buzzes again. It then buzzes a third time, before it starts ringing.

“Three messages and a phone call, in 30 seconds. That’s never good news.” Jay notes, a strained expression on his face. “What exactly did you tell him?”

You shrug, pretending to be innocent. “Well, I definitely didn’t say anything along the lines of ‘Hey I’ve been bedding your intern for the last few weeks behind your back, and yes we definitely had sex the night you came over for hockey. Anyway, we’re a thing now. Bye!’.”

Jay drops his head. “Oh my fucking god – ” His phone goes off again, and Jay just curses, shutting it off. “Y/N – he’s going to kill me.” He says, eyes wide with incredulity. You just giggle, pulling him close to kiss him again. You heart soars as you feel Jay smile through the kiss. ***

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Hi I love so much the request with la squadra's older sister can you do the same with Bruno gang pls 😁

Helloooooo there, darling!! AH! THE LAST ONE!! And it’s so nice to end this batch with such a cute request :,) Thank you so much!! And I hope you’ll like it :3

Bruno’s gang with an older sister

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

After his parents’ divorce, his big sister took basically his mother’s place. She, as well as Bruno, saw how much their father was trying to keep everything together, how hard he was working to guarantee his children a good education and a safe future… she wanted to help as much as she could. She made sure that her little brother, who was already so mature for his age, was always well feeded and ready for school; she didn’t want him to already take adult’s responsibilities on his small shoulders. He was a child; it was right he enjoyed his childhood. So, at least until their father died, Bruno’s life was quite happy thanks both to his dad and his sister; and, when their father tragically died, they glued together even more. She didn’t like to see her little brother, a gentle soul, into a crime organization, but… that, or jail. She preferred to see him free than behind iron bars.

During his criminal career, Bruno never lost his sister’s support. She was there when he was feeling too much weight on his shoulders, consoling and comforting him like she did back when he was just a child who was thinking about leaving school in order to work to help to pay the bills; she was there to celebrate with him his successes, as when he was nominated Capo; she was there to advise and help him with his team, a bunch of teenagers that needed some discipline, from time to time. She basically adopted them all, and she was ready to scold them, if they made her angry! And she did it with Bruno too; he might be a Capo, now, but he was and would always be her little brother, first of all! Sometimes she miscalculated her strength and, instead of a light and sometimes playful slap on his shoulder or back, she gave him a “mighty smack” that knocked the air out of his chest. She always profusely apologised when it happened, but, well… at least, after it happened in front of Narancia, the boy was so impressed -and scared- by her strength that he stopped actively trying to annoy her. It had been a success, all in all!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio deeply admired his big sister. He admired her sense of justice and her strength, both physical and moral; she was everything he wanted to be. She supported his dream: he wanted to protect innocent people using the instruments the law was giving him. However, she soon noticed that his enthusiasm faded after a little time and, confronting him about it, she came to know why: police, which he thought was something that could guarantee justice and safety, was corrupted almost beyond repair. She offered him all the help she could, telling him she would have supported every decision he would have made… and then that fatidic day came. She hadn’t met her brother for a couple of days and, while one day wasn’t strange, two days were weird, and she immediately searched around for him. That’s how she came to know about his partner’s death, and, already knowing how much this would have affected her already fragile and disenchanted brother, she became more desperate to find him, fearing he would have done something harmful. She found him right in time and she did everything she could to stop him from self-destroying himself. It wasn’t easy… and, one day, a man came to her aid. He said his name was Bruno Bucciarati and that he knew her brother’s story. He could help them… she was desperate at that point, she was scared to lose her little Leo. And so, she accepted Bruno’s help.

Thanks to both Bruno and his sister’s help and influence, Abbacchio managed to recover. She was in the gang too, even if she hadn’t an active role in missions, but, oh, she had her good amount of work as she had to keep in line a group of wild teenagers. Abbacchio was fiercely protective over his big sister, even if she didn’t need it; and she was protective and combative as much as him. And, as him, she didn’t like when someone was trying to fool her: it was the only time she unleashed her strength. Sometimes it happened also with her little brother and she wasn’t delicate in her slap. Even so, they pouted at each other for a day, at most, before making peace. They cared too much about each other to be angry for too much time!

Guido Mista

It had always been just him and his big sister, from what he remembered. Their parents weren’t ever at home, and she raised her brother basically all by herself. She soon learned how to defend herself and how to be respected by her peers. Mista learned everything from her: how to cook, how to do houseworks… and, mostly, how to enjoy life. They hadn’t much money, barely what they needed to move on, but it was enough. Thanks to her attitude, Mista never felt poor or less fortunate than the other kids; how could he be so, if he was living in the most beautiful city in the world and when he had the coolest big sister? She was happy to be able to give him at least a bit of happiness. She was also quite happy to see the man he was becoming: he wasn’t rude with people who didn’t deserve it, he didn’t bother girls, he was pretty much chill and friendly. She didn’t like when he stole something, but… well, they would have had electricity for one more month, it seemed. It seemed they would have lived this routine forever, until the day -she will never forget it- when police called her to inform her that her brother was in jail. She wasn’t worried -it wasn’t the first time it happened; he usually was back before dinner- but this time was different. He was guilty of murder.

She carefully listened to his version, trying to stop her trembling hands. She knew he was sincere… but a quick glance to his lawyer convinced her that his fate was signed. And so, she asked for help. She was willing to do anything to help her little brother… and so, Mista was dragged out of prison thanks to a man named Bruno Bucciarati, after joining his gang. He insisted on bringing his sister with him, and she found herself in Bruno’s gang too. She was lively and chill like her brother, and she adored the Pistols, they were like a bunch of tiny new little brothers! Her relaxed attitude, however, didn’t mean she was weak; he knew how to fight and her slaps were enough to make someone see the stars. Sometimes it happened to Mista too, when he was too bratty; her single slap was enough to make his hat fly away and to terrorize the entire gang, even Abbacchio. No one dared to annoy her for a long time, after that show of strength!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia started to really bond with his sister when their mother died. Suddenly, they both found themselves without her safe presence and the only thing they could anchor themselves to was the other. Narancia was feisty and a wrangler, but he was also tiny and, at the time, not physically able to hold his ground against stronger and bigger rivals. In these occasions, his sister stepped in, giving a show of her unexpected physical prowess and bringing her little brother safely at home. However, he didn’t want to be protected; he wasn’t a kid anymore! So he grew distant from her, joining a group of “friends” who seemed to appreciate him without coddling him. She tried more times to bring him back, but it was all vain. Narancia regretted his decision when he found himself first in reformatory -and he wasn’t allowed to see anyone, due to his bad behaviour and illness- and then in the street. He realized that, in the end, his sister was the only one who cared about him for real, and he realized how much he had and was still missing her. And as days, weeks passed, he was weaker and weaker, and he started to think that he would have died without seeing her again one last time, without being able to tell her he was sorry… but then she found him. She had searched for him since the instant she had come to know he was free again, and she had finally found him. With her, there was Fugo, whom she had met during her search, and together they brought Narancia to Bruno. Thanks to him, Narancia’s eye was perfectly cured, and he was able to finally apologize to her, happy to have found her again. He had missed her so much…

She wasn’t properly happy when she found out he had tried anyway Polpo’s trial to join the gang, but, all in all, even a criminal gang was better than their home life. So, she followed him, and Narancia never complained when she, often without realizing it, coddled him or was a bit overprotective. He had already lost her one time because of it; he wouldn’t have made the same mistake. And, well… it wasn’t a good idea to make her angry. He had laughed for a whole hour when she, with a well given slap on the man’s shoulder blades, had basically swooped Abbacchio. No one had ever been able to do that!! And Narancia was so proud of his sister: she wasn’t someone to mess with!!

Pannacotta Fugo

With his grandma, Fugo’s sister was basically the only person who saw him as a kid and not as the “little genius” of the family. And, as he was a kid, she allowed him to play, to have fun, to be the kid he was, defending him when their parents came in to scold them for “neglecting their studies”, especially Fugo. She was fighting them basically on a daily basis, even if her little brother often told her not to do it, telling her that he would have endured. She just hugged him tightly, and then she fought with even more strength than before. This went on until their parents threw her out; but still, they couldn’t keep her far from her little brother. When he was allowed to go out, she was always waiting for him, and she was collecting enough money to try to legally obtain his custody and to bring him far from their abusive parents. She didn’t make in time: he was charged with murder and, after the trial, he was thrown out by their parents. He was so ashamed of himself that he avoided her, and, oh, he was good at it: she spent more than one year searching for him in the streets and, in the end, it was him the one who found her again. Now he was in a criminal gang, but, even so, she had never seen him so… free. Even so serene. Now she knew that, even if it wasn’t an ideal situation, he was good, he was feeling better than before, and now he was ready to have her back in his life.

Having her back in his life brought him immense joy and way more stability. She was fierce and always ready to fight and she never held back with Bruno when she saw that one of the boys needed a break. They all basically became their little brothers, even Abbacchio! And, when Bruno grumbled or tried to ignore her, he always got a smack on the back of his neck that made him whimper and the others grimace in sympathy. Just Fugo let out a small amused smile; his sister was stronger, both physically and mentally, than what it seems: never underestimate her!

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno’s big sister, even if she was older just by a couple of years, was his everything. She did her best to be his mother, his father, his sister, his best friend… they had only each other. She despised their mother, a careless woman, and did her best to take care of her little brother even if, in fact, she too was just a child. When they moved to Italy, she thought that, maybe, finally things would have been better, but, unfortunately she was wrong: their stepfather was a violent drunkard. She always rushed to protect Giorno, when she saw him on the verge of being beaten, and this made their stepfather even angrier, to the point that he started to actively wait for her not to be at home to beat his stepson. She was so angry and desperate, seeing all the bruises and the scratches on her little brother, that she really, for a while, thought about killing that awful man. It would have kept Giorno safe… but, before she could even think about how to practically do it, she and her brother saved the gangster and, from then on, things started to get better for real. For the first time, she was able to breathe, to live for real, even if she always was protective over her little brother -and she would have always been-. She didn’t like his dream -she would have preferred for him a way safer and, well, more legal job-, but, as she had always done, she wouldn’t have abandoned him. And that’s how she ended up as being the most improbable gangster in whole Neaples, at his brother’s side.

Her motherly instinct took over her even while she was in the gang, and, even if she was younger than Bruno, Abbacchio and Mista, she had a motherly attitude towards them too. This didn’t mean she was willing to let them put her in a corner; she wouldn’t have survived if she wasn’t fierce and strong, and she always showed it, never losing her ground and, when the boys -Abbacchio in particular- annoyed her too much, she slapped them on their back or the nape of their neck. By now, when Abbacchio sees her angry, he instinctively covers the back of his neck, always making Narancia and Mista tear up with laughter. She may not show it, but her hands aren’t delicate!

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