#gotta think of one so i can start gathering the posts together

[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

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[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 16) —

Warnings: fluff, dad!bucky (he’s a warning), sexual tension, a bit of sad!Bucky, pregnancy

Prompt: Fireplace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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A/N: these are going to be veryyy late submissions. but it’s not my fault writer’s block hit me now. i mean kinda but not really. i’ll be posting these randomly here and there when inspiration comes. enjoy!

Bucky surveyed the living room with a small frown adorning his lips and a small twinkle in his eyes. His eyes trailed over the couches covered in crayons and papers before falling to the action figures and toys laying on the floor like casualties of a battlefield. The smell of chicken nuggets and fries lingered in the air, mixing in with the vanilla scented candle he had lit after the boys were sent to bed.

He heard you before he saw you, the telltale creak of the second step alerting him before you could remember it existed. He saw you step up beside him with a sigh and send a long glance at the pile of dishes in the sink. He smiled softly at the adoring smile that had somehow, in amidst of the chaotic closing of the night, appeared on your lips.

He nudged your shoulder with his. "Think we'll survive this?" He joked when you turned your head to look at him. The teasing tone in his voice made you giggle, lowly so that you didn't wake the sleeping boys.

"We always do, don't we?" You replied swiftly, looking at the family portrait you had managed to take last month at Disneyworld—a gift from Tony. You and Bucky were at the center, holding the one of two-year-old twins each, Grant & Thomas, while the four-year-old Grayson was held in the middle by Bucky. The smiles on each of their faces were adorable enough to have you slightly hazy with the memory.

With a huff, you looked at Bucky and said, "Let's split up."

"Toys or dishes?" Bucky raised his eyebrows and waited for your answer. You smirked and looked at the floor covered in Legos, action figures, and blocks.

"There's no way I can bend down for that long, Buck," you answered, placing your hand on your swollen belly. Bucky chuckled and nodded, a rare grin on his face that lit his face and flashed his dimples.

You two were done with kids—you really were done after having three boys—but you knew Bucky had wanted a girl. And you secretly did, too. Especially after seeing him with Morgan, you both starting trying again. It wasn't as if you weren't opposed to having another boy either—all three boys were such mama's boys that it made both you and Bucky all warm inside.

When you had brought that up, Bucky had laughed and kissed your concern away, adding in a simple, "If this one turns out anything like the boys when they grow up, I'll be more than happy. Boy or girl." That was the end of your worries. When you two learned that you were having a girl, it became apparent that Bucky's phrase third time's a charm turned out to be true.

"I'll get cleaning here then," Bucky said while reaching out to grab your hand and kiss your knuckles. "But you gotta promise me that you'll sit down if your feet hurt. And you—" his eyes flickering down and his metal hand coming to your stomach— "don't give your mama a hard time, 'kay?"

A soft kick landed on his hand and his smile widened. "I hope that was an 'okay, papa' and not a hard no," he teased with a wink at you.

"Yeah, okay. I promise." You smiled up at him and tilted your head as an invitation. He leaned in to peck your lips and then you two split up as planned.

He quickly gathered the bigger toys first, knowing he would trip over them or not see a Lego piece before it was too late. After dumping those to the side, he bent down and started piling the Legos together and then dumping them into its container. He fell back to sit on his butt after noticing that he had been balancing on his toes. He sat with his legs bent and elbows resting on his knees.

He had barely begun and he was already tired of cleaning up. He glanced around the couch to look at you. You were almost finished with the dishes, wearing an apron to reduce the water from staining your clothes. Well, they were his hoodie and sweatpants, but he was pretty sure you wore them more often than him. He never minded it, even if he complained about never having his clothes with a playful glare aimed at you.

Bucky got up and walked over to you silently, purposely missing the creaky board. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling you jump slightly in his arms before settling into his chest.

"Thought I told you to sit down if—"

"If my feet hurt," you cut in with a chuckle. "I know, but I'm okay right now. Promise." He hummed and pulled you closer to him. He kissed the curve of your neck and made his way up to the sensitive spot that made you squirm away.

"Hey," Bucky protested with a boyish smile. He tightened his arms around you with mind to the swell of your belly and the baby girl inside to keep you in place as he kissed that spot again.

"Bucky!" You squealed, but pressed your lips together the next moment with his little hush.

"The kids are sleeping," he murmured against your skin, causing a shiver to seep through your body. "Don't wanna be too loud—"

Your hiss made him pause and move away, suddenly scared that he had hurt you with his strength. It wouldn't be the first time that he had, but those times were under different circumstances and controlled. Just as he was moving away with his arms loosening around you, you grabbed his forearm and leaned back into his chest.

"Doll?" He whispered, afraid to speak. He swallowed when your breath hitched again.

"She's kicking my ribs again," you mumbled, eyes closing and head tilting onto his shoulder. He relaxed a little, wrapping his arms around you again, and slipped his hands under the hoodie to rub little circles into the soft skin. "She's strong, though. That much is obvious."

Bucky kissed your neck. "Just like her mama."

"Pretty sure it's that super-soldier serum."

"Don't drag my wife down." He bit your neck playfully. "You're the one who gave birth to our boys. We both know I'm not that strong."

"There's other complications with that, anyway," you remarked, relaxing when you realized that the kicking had ceased.

"Just take the compliment, doll." Bucky saw you smile and open your eyes, placing the last dish on the rack to dry and turning in his arms. You grinned and an idea sparked in his head. "What d'you say we turn tonight into a date night?"

"What?" You laughed slightly and placed your hands on his chest.

"Just—" Bucky let out a breath— "Just go sit down on the couch, the only one not covered in papers and crayons, and relax and wait for me to clean up. Then we can watch a movie with the fire going. What d'you say, huh?"

"I say," you started, moving your hands around his neck and tangling them between his locks, "it sounds like we'll be watching what I want to." Your eyes sparkled with amusement and mischief.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Sounds about right."

"Well, then, get ready to watch Scream."

You backed away and walked into the living room. You hopped over the toys still scattered with a smile and flopped down on the couch. Bucky followed you and grabbed the remote to pass to you before he started to clean up the remaining toys. He started the fireplace and watched it blaze for a second. Then he realized that the lights had been turned off.

"You ready, Jamie?"

Bucky sat down next to you. Your presence seemed to warm him more than the fireplace.

"'Course I am."

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Strange (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I've been meaning to post this for months as the sequel to 6B inspired by this instrumental cover, but the actual inspiration to post it and get it out of my drafts folder has been lacking. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Summary: You've gotten to know your neighbor, Matt, and have grown very close to him over the last few months. Not only that, but his friend group has readily accepted you into the fold. But when they want to come and see a concert you're in and things start to go wrong, you're not only worried about the performance, but letting them down.

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Warnings: Fluff (Matt and Reader being sooo into one another but unable to just say it, kissing, Matt being supportive), angst (Reader has a panic attack)

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Word Count: 2,349

“You know,” Foggy says as he downs his drink. “I could have been a butcher.”

Karen and Matt groan, which means this is a frequent story that Foggy likes to tell anyone who can listen.

“Please, spare her this one,” Matt begs melodramatically. “You’ll scare her away.”

“Yeah, and it’s been nice for me these last few months to have another woman in this circle of weird,” Karen chuckles before she drinks her beer. 

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say with a small smile, sipping your drink. “Tell me.”

“Fine, we’ll go with the abridged version: I wanted to break ranks from cured meat, got into Columbia to do law, expected to get rich, and now get paid in bananas and strawberry rhubarb pie,” Foggy huffs.

“Yeah, but that pie means you’re doing good work helping the people that need it. And it’s a delicious perk of friendship with you guys,” you grin as you all clink your drinks together.

“Professor (Y/L/N)?” you hear a voice call through the noise of the bar.

You all look over, and you notice a small group of your students at a table in the bar. They wave and cheer, making their way over to where you sit.

“Hi guys,” you smile. “It’s nice to see you out instead of in rehearsal.”

“Well, even the workaholics gotta take a break,” one of your students says.

“We just wanted to say hey before we left,” another says. “We’re on our way to dinner at a friends. But we’ll see you in class and at your concert.”

At the mention of your upcoming performance, you feel a blush burn on your cheeks as you wave goodbye to them, knowing you're about to undergo the third degree.

“You’ve got a concert coming up?” Matt says, turning toward you, his knee brushing against yours.

“Yes,” you confirm with a sheepish dip of your head.

“Is she trying to be humble as a way to dissuade us from gathering more information, counselor?” he leans over to Foggy.

“I believe so,” Foggy hums. “Ms. Page, since the client is hostile, we are enlisting your investigative journalism talents.”

“My rates have gone up,” she chuckles as she brings her drink to her lips. “I don’t think you can afford it.”

“I’m assuming you’re gonna keep this jig up until I tell you what you want?” you interject.

“Ah, so astute, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Matt smirks.

“Saturday at seven in the Miller Theatre at Dodge Hall on campus. Happy?”

“Extremely. Nelson and Murdock always gets their case,” Foggy laughs.

“What kind of music are you going to be playing?” Karen beams with interest.

“Nothing special, really. I’m going to do some conducting, playing some covers, and some original pieces—.”

“Originals?” Foggy grins.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” you say softly. “I appreciate you enthusiasm, really, it means a lot.”

“But you don’t want us there,” Matt says softly, picking up on your tone.

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want you there, I just . . . it’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Foggy repeats.

“But musicians want people to hear their music, right?” Karen continues.

“I love to share my music. But when people I know are in the audience—.” You shrug, an overwhelming sense of inadequacy washing over you. “It’s like I’m gonna disappoint them.”

The mood of the group is immediately changed, and you feel your face grow hot again.

“Listen,” you start again quietly. “I have to teach an early class tomorrow morning. I’ll see you guys later.”

You pull the money out of your wallet to cover my beers, giving a gentle squeeze to Matt’s knee as you wave goodbye to your friends. 

“(Y/N), wait!” you hear Matt call after you on the sidewalk. “Wait!”

You stop in your tracks, turning in time to watch him fold up his cane. “Matt, listen—.”

“No, please, let me,” he breathes as he comes to a halt in front of you. “I’m sorry if we made you feel weird. We just want to be here to support you. If us coming to your concert would make you uncomfortable, we won’t come, but we’ll be with you in spirit. But I can say with confidence that no matter what, you could never disappoint us—you could never disappoint me.”

You give him a soft smile, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Matt,” you tell him. “If you guys want to come, you can. Just keep the expectation bar low?”

A soft laugh falls from his chest, and it’s more beautiful than any composition you could have put together. “If it makes you feel better, we will keep the bar on the ground. Now c’mon, let me walk you back to your place.”

“You sure it’s not out of your way, Murdock?” you grin.

He loops his arm in yours and lets out a long sigh. “It’d be a bit of a hike, but, I’d only do it for you.”

“Please, please, please,” you breathe as you move into the audience, hoping this is one of the rare occasions that your friends didn’t listen to you. You almost burst into tears when you see Matt, Foggy, and Karen in the front row with flowers in hand. Before you can even move to try and get close to them, you watch as Matt gets up from his seat and unfurls his cane, slowly approaching you.

“Matt!” you call softly, watching him turn his head in your direction.

“You okay?” Matt asks you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re oozing nerves so much a blind man can tell.”

“I . . . no,” you whimper. “The last song is a duet—piano and violin. My pianist just called and has the stomach flu and is currently in the hospital for dehydration. I-I . . . Matt, I don’t know what to do. I’m freaking out—I don’t freak out, and I’m freaking out.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“See, I could do it, but I can’t play the violin and piano at the same time. I have to think of something new on the fly. I can’t think on the fly like this. I wrote that piece months ago for tonight, and now it’s out the window! I can improvise when I play, but I can’t think of a new plan on the spot.”

“(Y/N), you need to take a deep breath.”

“What does a heart attack feel like? I think I’m having a heart attack.”

Matt places your hand on his chest, square in the middle, mirroring the action with his own. “Take some deep breaths for me, okay? I’m right here. Focus in on my heartbeat.” You match your breathing with his, putting all your focus into your breathing pattern. “There you go. Nice and slow, just like that. Tell me how I can help.”

“Matt—.”

“Please. Let me at least try to help.”

You suck in your bottom lip and bite it, grabbing his hand and pulling him to one of the side rooms with a piano.

“You said you played piano in church when you were little, right?” you confirm as you sit on the bench, pulling him down next to you.

“Yeah, I did,” he nods.

“I’m really hoping that brain of yours is photographic-adjacent,” you say as you sit on the bench. You begin to press the keys gently, the notes softly reverberating in the room. You play it as you have a million times before, and you can tell by Matt’s laser-focused on how you press the keys: he’s absolutely astonished by each note, capturing the sound and storing it away in his mind. When you finish, you turn on the bench and look at him while he looks at you with nothing but affection. 

“That was absolutely amazing,” he breathes, sounding utterly awestruck.

You blush, immensely flattered. “Do you think you can mimic it?”

“I think it’s doable,” he says with a gentle but confident grin. "Can I ask, why me? There's a stage full of musicians behind the curtain."

"I trust you," you say, your heart racing once more. "And that's not to say I don't trust them, but, I think you're the only one that can help, and I trust you with every bone in my body."

He places his hand on top of yours. "Let me give it a try."

You move from the bench, allowing Matt to take your place as he replicates the piece note for note, sounding identical to what you just played.

“And just when I think you couldn’t get more amazing,” you whisper with a smile, almost on the verge of tears from being so grateful. “Are you comfortable going up and doing that at the end of the night?”

“Of course. For you, of course,” Matt breathes. 

You smile, leaning forward to kiss his cheek before you take his hand and pull him from the bench and back to the main performance hall. “I can walk you up to the stage when it’s time,” you tell him. “I’ll never be able to thank you for this, Matt. Honestly.”

“Save your thank-you’s for when the night is over,” he hums, giving your hand a tender squeeze. “You’ll be amazing—you are amazing. And I will be right there with you every step of the night, with every note you play.”

With a shaky breath, you squeeze his hands once more before you resume your position backstage, and give a pep-talk to your performers. By the time you make it to the stage, you go on auto-pilot, tuning into your performers, the audience, and how everything comes together as you lead them and play matching melodies with instruments of your own. You feel extra flushed when you reach the near-end of the program when you have to address the audience before your final piece.

“This next song will be the last one of the night,” you start. “I want to thank you all for taking the time out of your busy lives to come here and enjoy the music brought to you by these absolutely talented musicians. This last piece is an original duet I have put together over the last couple of months. New York isn’t my home. I grew up all across the country, but I first came to this city to get my degree from this very institution. Fate brought me back here, and even though I lived in this city for the formative years of my adult life, everything felt so new and different when I came back, but it also felt like I hadn’t left for a moment. It was strange. Upon my return to the city, I met a spectacular human that embodies that strangeness, but also oozes hope, kindness, empathy, and acceptance, and I’m honored that he has agreed to join me in my final performance of the night on the piano.”

Moving down from the stage, you meet Matt at his seat, offering your arm for him to take as you guide him up to the piano. As he sits, he squeezes your hand one more time, just as he has so frequently before, and you know that no matter what happens in the next three minutes, everything will be okay because Matt believes in you, even if you haven’t believed in yourself. Softly, you count off, Matt gently pressing on the keys for a few notes before you join in on the violin. Everything blends together beautifully—better than you ever could have imagined. You both play as if you were a duo that have been playing together all of your lives, and you don’t exactly process that the song is over until it happens and the crowd rises to their feet and erupts in applause. You put your instrument down, taking Matt’s hand and bringing him to the edge of the stage to take a bow with you as the curtains close. You wrap Matt in the biggest hug you physically can, burying your face into his neck.

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you just did,” you breathe into him. “Thank you so much, Matty.”

He squeezes you tight, holding the back of your head and smoothing down your hair. “You were amazing, angel,” he whispers before leaning back from the hug. “Everything was so incredibly great. It all sounded so beautiful. I am so, so incredibly proud of you.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling spreads all over your body, starting from your tummy and flowing outward, making your skin burn hot. Your lips part slightly, your heart skipping a beat when you notice Matt’s tongue poke out and wet his lips. 

“(Y/N), I—,” he starts, but you glide your hands up to cradle his face, pulling him in for a kiss. He gladly receives it, moaning into your lips and holding you close, squeezing your waist and dipping you slightly. Pulling back after you straighten, he rests his forehead on yours and gently brushes your noses together before leaning in for more soft, sweet kisses. “I’ve got some tulips with your name on it out in the front row,” he grins. “Foggy and Karen insisted on roses, but, I know you like tulips. Mr. Wilson at the corner florist helped me put the colors together for you.”

“How’d you know I like tulips?” you hum, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I might’ve talked to your students. They gave me some ideas.”

“Ah. Well, since I can’t kiss them as a thank you, I think I might have to give you a few more to show my full extent of gratitude.”

“Mm,” Matt happily hums, his hands moving down your body soothingly. “I’d like that. But not here. When we get back to our building. I have a feeling people are looking to congratulate you.”

“Okay,” you breathe, taking half a step back, slipping your hand in his so we can go into the audience. “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

“I hope you do.”

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You're Hotch's daughter and you have a thing for Emily Prentiss. You've been on the team for a couple of years, and you never saw it going anywhere considering your dad was strict and they were best friends.

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The BAU team was gathered around at their desks, doing the rest of their paperwork before going home. It wasn't too late, it was just a very long case and everyone was tired.

"Who want's drinks?" Rossi stood near the door of his office, looking down at everyone.

"Only if you're paying." You half joked. He smiled, and your dad came out of his office once he heard drinks.

"Not for you, y/n. You only turned 21 a year ago." He said sternly. Not cool.

Derek laughed, "you're not serious, are you, Hotch?" He didn't answer, but instead he raised his eyebrow. You knew he was serious once he did that.

You rolled your eyes, sick of his bullshit. "Well, I'm still going whether you like it or not."

He made his way down the stairs, Rossi quickly followed him. Everyone grabbed their things, and made their way out the door.

"I'll sneak you some alcohol, don't worry." Emily whispered, leaning over your shoulder. You smelt the perfume she was wearing, it was so intoxicating. Sure, it was a just a small crush at first, but over the years it became more than that.

You smiled, looking back at her. "Ohh, going behind your best friend's back? Risky."

Emily ran her tongue along her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, she then smirked. Your eyes followed her tongue, she drove you crazy doing that. "I've thought about it multiple times." Emily shrugged, and she ran off to catch up with the team.

That left your mind wondering on what she meant. Thought about it multiple times how?

"You walk so slow." Garcia grabbed your arm, linking them together. She had gotten the memo of you all going for drinks, and she quickly left her office.

You smiled, leaning your head on her shoulder. "I'm just tired. Also, my dad won't even let me drink. He's so weird about that stuff." You whispered, so your dad wouldn't hear.

Garcia ran her fingers through your hair as you waited for the elevator to open, and you felt Emily's eyes on you.

"I think I deserve one drink, considering I caught the killer. Just saying." You said, lifting your head up. Your dad rolled his eyes.

"One."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, old man." Derek and Emily immediately started laughing, as they find everything funny.

"You're pushing your luck." You felt his eyes burning your skin from the dirty look he gave you. You shrugged, holding back your smile.

Once you got to the bar, you ordered your drinks and sat at a booth. Derek, Penelope, and JJ forced Spence to dance, and Rossi forced Hotch to dance. Leaving Emily and you alone at the table.

You felt awkward, to be honest. With your crush on Emily growing, you couldn't be in a room alone with her without blushing or staring at her. So, you didn't look or talk to her. You focused on your drink, not paying attention to Emily's wandering eyes.

"Something on your mind?" You heard Emily. Not ready for this conversation, you chugged everything in your glass. Faking a smile, you turned to look at her.

"Nope. I'm just tired, it was a long case." You responded. She squinted, trying to read your face. You needed another drink, or better yet, shots. Get's the job done quickly. You smiled again, excusing yourself from the table. You saw your dad looking the other direction, so you made your way to the bar.

"What can I get for you?"

"Cherry cheesecake." You've never had it before, but it had vanilla vodka and it sounded good. He nodded, and he started to make your drink.

As he put it in front of you, you saw Emily sit next to you out of the corner of your eye. You downed the shot, preparing yourself.

"I'll have what she's having." Emily told the bartender. He nodded, and she turned to look at you.

Emily watched you as you took the shot, and she smirked. "Looks like you don't need my help sneaking alcohol."

"Rossi will keep him busy for a bit. Might as well take advantage of it." You responded, putting the glass down. The bartender handed Emily hers, and you ordered another one.

You watched her as she put the glass to her lips, leaning her head back, and how she closed her eyes as she drank it. She looked so fine doing anything, you felt like you were a kid in a candy store every time you looked at her.

Everything she did was intriguing to you. You couldn't keep your eyes off of her, but thankfully the bartender placed your drink in front of you.

"Can I get 4 shots of vodka, and whatever she wants." You said, looking at Emily. She smirked, and ordered shots of tequila.

"And what if Hotch sees how drunk you are once he stops dancing. Or whatever it is he's doing." Emily looked over at him, then back to you. You shrugged, taking the drink he placed in front of you.

After you drank it, you placed it down and turned to look at Emily. "What is he going to do? Ground me?" Emily chuckled, shaking her head.

"No, but probably yell for not listening. You have to admit, he's scary when he yells." Emily replied. The bartender came back with the eight shots, and he placed them in front of you two.

You thanked the man, then grabbed a shot. "I know. One time he caught me sneaking back into the house, and I've never been so scared in my life. The whole neighborhood could hear his yelling." Emily tilted her head as she listened to you talk, and you felt your cheeks heating up.

"He told the team about it, actually. You were what, 17?" She asked, grabbing a shot. You nodded as you took the shot, then whinced at the taste. No matter how much you drank, that first shot of vodka was disgusting.

You quickly took the rest of your shots, wanting to go back to the table before your dad got back. Emily got the memo, and she took hers too.

You watched Emily as she downed the shots, not taking your eyes off of her once. She felt your eyes watching her, and she hated to admit it, but she liked the idea of you fantasizing over her. Emily licked her lips, getting the rest of the alcohol off of them. As she looked up at you, you looked away.

Emily placed her hand on your arm, "you don't have to look away every time I look at you. I think it's cute how much you stare at me." Your mouth slightly dropped, was it that obvious?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Emily slightly scoffed, rolling her eyes. "It's obvious. Every time I come into the room, you look away or you stare at me until I look at you. You will talk up a storm until I walk in, then you're silent. You blush when I look at you, or compliment you. Shall I go on?"

You bit your lip nervously, not knowing what to say or do. "No, I think I got it." Emily moved her hand from your arm, and she placed it on your upper thigh. She looked over to the team, making sure they weren't looking, then she looked back at you.

"Want to explain to me why you do that? Why you get nervous when I talk? Or why your eyes follow my tongue when I lick my lips?" Emily asked in a low tone.

You looked at her hand as she rubbed your thigh, and you tried to form words. The alcohol hitting you like a truck, and Emily touching you and flirting with you. It felt like a fever dream.

You felt Emily lift your head, "my eyes are up here, y/n." Emily had a smirk plastered onto her face, and her words danced in your mind.

"Sorry.."

Emily ran her thumb along your bottom lip, and she had a mischievous look on her face. You grabbed her hand, pulling her up from her seat, and you dragged her to the bathroom.

Once the door shut, she pushed you against the door. Emily's arm was around your waist, holding you in place, and with her free hand, she pushed your hair out of your face.

You tried to read her face, wondering if she wanted this as much as you did. But your thoughts were cut off once she slammed her lips against yours. You never imagined this would be how your first kiss with Emily would go, but you weren't complaining.

The kiss was everything you dreamed of, it felt like you were high from her touch. Emily ran her tongue along your lip, slightly pushing her tongue into your mouth. You let her take full control of you, as you knew she would win either way.

You felt her hand trail down your stomach, and under your shirt. Her fingers danced along your chest, getting closer to your breasts. You were glad she was holding onto your waist, because you felt your legs lose feeling.

As her hand grazed your nipple through your bra, you slightly moaned against her lips, making her smirk. Emily pulled back, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. You leaned your head back against the door, and Emily pushed your legs apart with her knee.

Her knee pressed against you where you needed her most, her hands all over you, her sloppy wet kisses along your neck. God you wish she would fuck you, even if it meant in this public, and dirty bathroom.

Your hands found her hair, and you gripped it tightly as she slid her hands under your bra. You pressed yourself against her knee as she pinched your nipples, as you needed more friction.

You couldn't help but let out a moan, but it only made Emily let out a low chuckle against your neck. As you used her knee to pleasure yourself, and her working your breasts, you couldn't help but let out low moans.

You were too focused on Emily that you didn't hear a knock, "are you two in there?" You heard your dad's voice. Emily used one of her hands to cover your mouth, and with the other, she kept pinching your nipple.

"Yes, just had to use the bathroom. We'll be out in a second." Emily responded, keeping her eyes on you. The risk of being caught only turned you on more.

"Ok. Just wanted to make sure you hadn't left." You heard his muffled voice. Once you two heard his footsteps leave, she removed her hand from your mouth.

Emily immediatly slammed her lips back onto yours, and you moaned against her lips. You felt her smile against your lips, but then she stopped touching you, and she moved her knee.

As she pulled away from the kiss, you whined from the loss of contact. "Don't be too disappointed. I want to take you out to dinner before I fuck you senseless, and plus, I'm not going to make you sit on a dirty ass sink."

You smiled, pulling her into another kiss. "It's a date then." You mumbled against her lips.

#emily prentiss #x reader #criminal minds #smut #emily x reader #paget brewster #one shot #alcohol #making out #fan fiction #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss x reader #fics

[bellysoupset]

Leo's Birthday

Soooo this fic actually takes place 4 fics in the future and I'll make sure to leave it in the correct order in the masterlist. But I wrote it first and I don't have the patience to wait to post!

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“Hey, Wagner,” Dean poked his head inside of the empty conference room, where Leo was hunched over his papers, reading over a previous case similar to the one he was currently handling. 

It was only his third case, he couldn’t fumble it. 

“Yeah?” Leo didn’t bother looking up, so he startled when Dean suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, “Martin, what are you doi-”

“Mark your page,” Dean bossed, squeezing his shoulder, with a smile on his face, “I gotta show you something.”

Leo scoffed at the order, but his curiosity was piqued and he obeyed, marking his page and putting the files away inside his case. They walked out of the conference room together and then entered the elevator. 

“Where are we going…?” Leo frowned as Dean pressed the last digit. The top floor only had Mrs. Mitchell’s office and the rooftop…

“Wait and see,” Dean was bouncing on his feet and Leo squinted, suddenly very suspicious. Surely his co-worker wouldn’t be this happy over bad news, they were friends, so- 

The door opened and Leo nearly jumped out of his skin as a huge “SURPRISE!” followed.

He startled, his back hitting the inside of the elevator, then let out a chuckle at his own expense. His coworkers were all gathered around the door. Sandra, Chuck, Nicole from the reception, Mrs. Mitchell — his boss! —, others as well. 

Sandy was holding a box with a bento cake and two cupcakes inside of it. The icing was a deep, forest green, with golden flakes all over it. Their office’s colors. 

“You didn’t think you could hide your birthday from us, did you Wagner? We’re professional snoopers,” Dean messed up his hair, shoving Leo out of the elevator. There was a table on the rooftop and they had piled on little tea sandwiches, more green cupcakes and a champagne bottle.

Leo’s chest squeezed with happiness, “I wasn’t hiding anything, I - I love this, thank you,” he interrupted himself, as Sandra passed the box with the mini cake and cupcakes to Chuck’s hands and pulled him into a hug to congratulate him.

It was nearly the end of their day, so they spent an hour there celebrating. Leo devoured his cake. It was almost too much for one sitting, but he hadn’t had lunch, so that hit just the right spot. 

Still, as they wrapped up, he was feeling full enough he decided to skip on the two cupcakes and just bring them home for later. 

“Go home, Wagner,” Mrs. Mitchell patted his arm, “and next year we hope to know with more advance than Dean guessing because he was snooping during lunch,” she rolled her eyes, “so we can have a proper lunch in celebration.” 

“This was amazing, I don’t need anything else, ma’am,” Leo blushed and she wrinkled her nose at his line. 

“Don’t settle for less than you deserve, Wagner. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

She talked like their football coach, Leo thought with a smile, nodding and heading to the elevator. Maybe that was why he liked her so much.

Having two hours more than he had expected, Leo took his time driving home, stopping along the way to pick up flowers for their apartment and treats for JD.

Leo called Vince, but he didn’t pick up, indicating he was on the road. Jonah was surely still at the hospital. Leo took a long shower, then hit the dial to Luke, while putting the two remaining cupcakes in the fridge, taking a needless bite of one. He was bored and ready to start his birthday celebrations. 

“Hi kid,” Luke picked up on the second ring, “sorry, I’m in the middle of something. Is this anything urgent?”

“No,” Leo pouted, “we can talk at the restaurant, I was just bored and wanted to chat.”

“Sorry,” Lucas sounded busy, “I’m in the shelter-”

“The homeless shelter?” Leo raised his eyebrows, squishing the phone between his cheek and shoulder and falling down to his knees as he saw JD get out from under the couch, “what are you doing there?”

“I started working here yesterday,” Luke was breathless, “I’ll tell you all about it over dinner. See you in a couple hours, kid.” 

“See you,” Leo sighed, hanging up and then getting down on his stomach on the floor in order to grab his cat. JD let out an indignant meow at Leo snatching her, falling into a baby position as he cradled her, “hi baby. My cute, fluffy, prickly baby,” he said in a childish voice, feeling the judgment oozing out of his pet.

Jonah came home just as Leo was starting to get restless, moving around with nothing to do since he hadn’t planned to have free time.

“Hi!” Jon jumped as he saw Leo sprawled on the couch, already all dressed for the night, with JD getting her fur all over his fancy buttoned up shirt, since she was curled up on his stomach, “you’re home early, I was hoping- I was thinking you’d-”

Leo lifted up his head from the couch cushion, eyebrows raised at Jon’s uncharacteristic fumbling of words, “hoping I was gone?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jonah scoffed, neatly tucking away his shoes and circling the couch in order to look at him, “don’t you look nice.”

“Thank you,” Leo grinned, lazily scratching JD’s head, “my boss gave me the last two hours of my day off, but uh… I had nothing to do, so I’ve been here, bothering JD.”

“She looks super bothered,” Jonah rolled his eyes, as their spotted cat was purring, rolled up on herself like a snake, on top of Leo, “well, I was planning on leaving this on top of the bed with a letter that said how much I love you and how incredibly successful and attentive and loving I think you are and how I wanna wake up next to you for the rest of my days, but since you’re here…” Jon sat at the edge of the couch, handing him a large silver wrapped box, “it’s nothing flashy, but you’re a lawyer, so I think I’m allowed-”

Leo raised a hand to shut him up, removing the lid of the box and then letting out a whistle, while JD got up to sniff at the wrapping paper, “this is stunning… You got my name engraved?”

“Stamped,” Jonah corrected, as Leo pulled out the dark leather case from the box, eyebrows raised at the marking that said Mr. Leo Wagner - Juris Doctorate, “I left some space there for the hyphenated Banks, if you make up your mind about it…” 

Leo’s cheeks hurt from smiling, “I love it. I’m gonna use it every damn day… And I’m considering the Banks, I promise,” he leaned in to grab Jon’s shirt, pulling him for a kiss, “I love it, thank you.”

“I love you,” Jon shrugged, thumb pushing slightly on Leo’s chin, “I’m gonna shower and we can go- Stop letting JD cuddle when you’re dressed up, bloody hell, Leo.”

“She’s cute!” Leo cried out as Jon got up from the couch and rushed out. He was still completely enchanted by his new case. There were fancy instructions of use and a bottle of leather conditioner in the box, as well as a life-long warranty that made him snort. 

As they made it to the restaurant, Leo’s stomach was starting to hurt from hunger. Even though he had had his mini cake in the office, three hours had passed and he was a big guy, just that wasn’t even remotely enough to sustain him. 

Bella, Luke and Wendy were already inside and Leo rushed to them. The couple had literally just gotten back from their honeymoon three days ago and they hadn’t had a chance to meet yet. 

“C’mere, blondie,” Bella pulled on the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a tight hug, “congratulations, Leo.” 

Leo melted into the hug, wrapping his arms around her and taking Bella’s feet off the ground, tipping his body back. 

They were already a bottle of wine in — not that much, considering there were five of them — when Vince entered the restaurant. 

“I’m so so sorry,” Vince cried out, stripping his biker jacket and throwing it to Luke, “there was a huge tree in the road and no one could get through –  it’s not important – Give me a hug!” Vin practically manhandled Leo out of his chair and the blonde let out a squeak at the ribs crushing hug, “happy birthday, kiddo.”

“I-Can’t. Breathe,” Leo gasped, making Vince chuckle and drop him. Leo dizzily staggered back, practically falling into his seat. 

Conversation went on easily after that. Leo retold that evening’s events, not hiding how proud and happy he was that his boss had joined in the celebration, and Wendy had a million tales to share about the fifty different things she was doing. Luke and Bella couldn’t shut up about the Maldives, still grossly all over each other despite spending nearly a month away with no one but each other’s company. 

Jonah brought up Angie’s proposition while they went through the second main dish – lobster — and Luke shrugged, “I think it’s a brilliant idea.”

“Of course you do, you don’t work,” Jonah wrinkled his nose, causing Luke to glare at him and Leo to snort, continuing to eat his food. 

“I’ll have you know I actually got a job,” Lucas shrugged, as if those weren’t big news and didn’t mean a lot, considering how much of his mental health deteriorating was tied to his career path or lack of one.

“What’s the job?!” Vince practically rattled him and Luke chuckled, pushing his hands away.

“I’m a charity fundraiser,” Lucas was almost beaming with how happy he was and Bella threw an arm around his shoulders, planting a big lipstick-red kiss on his cheek, “I’m not gonna take credit for this, it was actually a culmination of my therapist asking me to get a couple vocational therapy sessions, my beautiful wife telling me to stop sulking about being rich, and me finally using my head.”

“Whatever does that mean?” Leo asked, leaning back on his chair. His stomach was stuffed with food and there was still dessert to go. He fidgeted on his seat, wishing he could rub his belly or loosen up his belt, but it would be bad form in an upscale place such as this. 

“Well, I have the political connections thanks to my mom, I have the glamorous connections thanks to my dad, but I never wanted to do anything with those. They always felt like a burden,” Luke blushed, “but that was silly. There’s people who’d kill to be able to get things as easily as I can, so I realized I can use these connections for good-”

“By making rich people give away their money,” Vince chuckled, clicking his glass with Bella and the ginger nodded almost smugly. 

“It’s not just that,” Luke whined, but he didn’t seem offended, “you actually need to know laws, but lucky me, I’m a Poli Sci major… And I happen to be really good at leading teams and bossing people.”

“We already knew that, Captain,” Leo winked at Luke, leaning to his side and half resting against Jonah, as the conversation continued, Wendy was full of questions about Luke’s new position, even after him saying he was not in charge of anything, but working under a guy. She had that ambitious little sparkle in her eye that often found a twin in Jonah’s. 

Not this time, tonight Jon was too busy saving all of his heart eyes for Leo. He leaned in, pressing his nose to the blonde’s temple and smiling, “enjoying yourself?”

“Uh-hum,” Leo nodded, biting down a grimace as his stomach cramped. Maybe he had overdone it… He just needed a moment, Leo thought, breathing through it and glaring in disgust to his empty plate. He really shouldn’t have cleared the plate. 

Probably noticing his grimace, a waiter quickly came to retrieve all the plates, then hung around as they chatted about dessert. Leo felt a wave of revulsion at the thought of eating another bite. His tummy was packed and he could feel a lump in his throat. 

He coughed lightly against his fist and squeezed Jon’s knee, “order me a water? I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Of course,” Jon nodded, still lazily studying the menu and letting out a chuckle as Wendy pulled her chair closer to him, impromptu giving him advice on what to pick.

Leo circled the table, when he passed by the guys, Vince darted out a hand in a teasing manner, giving his back a pat. 

It wouldn’t have mattered on any other day, but stuffed as he was, the little friendly pat — that was a bit rough, given Vince never seemed to have understood he was not the size of a kitten — caused a sick burp to come up.

It fizzled out in his throat, but brought with it the taste of his dinner, causing Leo to shudder. He burst into the men’s room and caught a glimpse of his face. 

The wine had done a decent job at masking his paleness, because despite the fact he had turned belly-fish white in the last couple of minutes, the alcohol still caused the top of his cheeks to be a starkling pink. 

He leaned over the sink, splashing his face with water and taking some soothing breaths. The hunched over position caused his stomach to slosh dangerously and Leo let out yet another little burp under his breath, glancing at the door nervously as he touched his belly. 

Deciding he didn’t want to risk getting walked on by one of his friends, Leo stumbled to the private stalls and locked the door. He sat on the toilet instead of leaning over it like his belly was begging him to, then spread his legs out and undid his belt.

The relief was instantaneous and Leo all but melted as the nausea eased up. He planted a hand on his stomach, tugging up his black button up, and scrunched up his face as he looked at his belly. His abs were a far cry from the morning, now his stomach was taut and stretched out, gurgling non stop. 

It wasn’t something they’d be able to hear over the chatting and the soft piano music in the restaurant, but in the empty bathroom he could hear it clearly. Leo groaned, planting the heel of his hand to his tummy and pressing in little circles.

The belly rub wasn’t quite successful and nowhere near as nice as Jonah’s were, but at least it managed to bring up yet another breathy burp- He lurched forward with a much bigger one, that nearly morphed into a retch. Leo slapped a hand over his mouth, shocked and breathing hard, trying to understand if his stomach was going to reject his dinner.

Instead, the near gag seemed to have calmed things down a bit. He carefully removed his hand from his lips, wiping the clammy sweat from his upper lip and breathing out. That was close.

Figuring he had been gone long enough, Leo begrudgingly got up, closing his belt once more and tucking his shirt in. He splashed his face with some more cold water and took a breath, forcing himself to get out of the bathroom.

The minute he walked out, a hand was planted over his eyes and everything went dark. Leo let out a startled squeak, which morphed into a hiccup and Jonah laughed at the noise, kissing his cheek.

“Relax,” he whispered in his ear, guiding Leo to walk forward, blindly, “happy birthday, baby.” 

He lowered his hand and Leo realized Jon had walked him back to their table. Now their friends were standing and there was a large cake in the middle of the table, with candles sticking out and already alight. 

Just the sight of it made his stomach churn, but Leo wasn’t lying when he smiled. The effort his friends had gone through to get him the perfect cake mattered much more than his bellyache and he shoved it to the back of his mind, grinning like crazy as they started to chorus in the happy birthday song.

Leo’s cheek turned a deep red as he noticed other strangers looking at their table, some even joining the singing. He turned his head, hiding it on Jonah’s shoulder and his fiance smiled, squeezing him closer as they finished up the song and Leo leaned to blow out the candles. 

He got pulled in yet another round of hugs and finally Leo fell back down on his seat, on the opposite side of the table. The brief truce he had earned from his tummy back in the bathroom was broken and he was hiccuping, causing Vince to giggle as he let out a little squeaky-toy noise. 

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Vin chuckled, pushing a plate with a slice of cake his way and then passing Jonah another one, “dig in, kiddo, it’s your favorite. Chocolate on chocolate on chocolate.”

Sounded like hell, Leo thought with a small grimace, but then his stomach sank as he heard Vince’s next words, “my mom was appalled she shouldn’t put in any fruit.” 

“Your mom- Ma made my cake?” Leo asked, both moved and completely distraught as he realized there was no way he could avoid eating now.

“Sorry guys, there was a huge tree on the road,” Wendy mimicked her boyfriend’s excuse from before, forcing a deep voice, “he was late because it was a whole logistic nightmare to bring the cake from Doveport, but Ma insisted, you’re like… Her favorite.”

Luke scoffed, “which is very unfair, I’d just like to point it out,” he said in a teasing way, “I’m supposed to be the favorite.”

“Shut up, Luke,” Bella chuckled, shushing him with a little kiss and stealing a piece of his slice of cake, even though she had her own.

Leo eyed the cake with disgust, nodding and forcing a smile. His mouth watered at the thought of pushing any more sweetness in his tummy, but he ignored it, grabbing the fork. 

Jonah was scratching his back with one hand, continuing to eat and humming in agreement to the compliments about Ma’s cooking and the fact Leo was her favorite out of Vince’s friends. He was blissfully unaware of the turmoil his boyfriend was in and barely registered as Leo pushed half of his slice on his plate, giving up halfway through.

He couldn’t even swallow what was currently in his mouth. Leo tried gulping it down, but his throat was refusing to cooperate. He hiccuped again and this time he couldn’t help but groan, as liquid rocketed up his throat. 

“I’m gonna get the bill,” Jonah whispered, squeezing his nape and getting up, beating Luke to it. 

Leo groaned, barely trying to hide how shitty he was feeling. His friends were all getting up and then Vince circled the table, grinning, “are you drunk, kiddo? That was almost nothing compared to what I’ve seen you drink-”

“No-” he finally managed to gulp down the chocolate mess in his mouth and felt cold sweat break out on his back, his stomach immediately rejecting it, “ate- ate- HIC!- Fuck, too much…”

Vince chuckled, grabbing his arm, “Okay, let’s go outside for some air. C’mon-” 

He gently shoved Leo forward and they walked out of the restaurant, Leo continuing to hiccup. 

The cool air was nice, but Leo knew he was past the point where a breeze could help. He cupped his mouth, muffling yet another little burp and groaning as a hiccup shook him once more, causing his stomach to clench. 

“Shit- Vince,” Leo grabbed his friend’s arm, gulping down nervously and trying to communicate he was gonna puke-

“BOO!” Wendy jumped on him and Leo lost his weak hold on his stomach. He let out a choking noise and folded in half, puking all over the patch of sidewalk and Wendy’s pink and green heels. 

It was so violent that Leo felt dizzy. His eyes stung with humiliation and his nose with the acid that tickled it. He stayed bent down, unable to straighten up not only because he was so embarrassed, but because his belly felt far from settled.

He closed his eyes, letting out a whimper, and then felt a hand in the middle of his back, rubbing up and down. Too rough to be Jonah’s. 

“What the hell, Leo?” Wendy groaned, while Luke said, “Wen, chill out,” and helped him straighten up. He was the one who had stepped closer. Vince and Bella looked equally shocked, Bella was the one carrying the box with the rest of his cake and she was clutching it to her chest. 

“Sorry-” Leo groaned, feeling his whole face burn and his throat close up, now with tears, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine,” Wendy scoffed, as Vince grabbed her by her armpits and helped her slide out of her shoes without having to touch the chocolate vomit covering them, “god, this is gross…”

“Wendy,” Luke stressed, squeezing Leo’s shoulder, “what’s wrong, Leo?”

“Sorry,” he groaned again, sniffling pitifully, “I just- I just had so much to eat and then Wendy startled me and- Why did you startle me?!”

“Because you were hiccuping!” Wendy scoffed, with a disgusted frown on, using Bella’s shoulder to steady herself as she tiptoed away from the mess. Vince seemed to have gotten over the shock and only looked amused, snorting at his girlfriend’s answer, “I was trying to help!”

“Amazing,” Jonah said, half amused, half annoyed, jumping down the last steps and joining them outside, “Leo, are you okay?”

“I wanna die,” Leo groaned, but at least the nausea had calmed down a little. Not fully, he still felt stuffed and his stomach was still churning, but he no longer felt like he was going to throw up right at that minute… 

“You’re fine, Wendy will live,” Jonah rolled his eyes at Wendy’s little huff, but she did sigh and nod.

“Just because it’s your birthday I won’t yell at you,” she said, then in a much kinder voice, “at least do you feel better?”

“Not really,” Leo admitted, leaning on Jonah’s touch and wanting to crawl up somewhere dark and die. More people were leaving the restaurant and he wanted to hide away from their eyes, feeling like everyone knew… His stomach churned and he planted a hand on it, grimacing, “can we go home?”

Jon frowned, touching his face lightly, subtly checking for any heat, then nodded when he felt none, “yeah, of course. You guys can keep the cake, I don’t think anyone is going to eat it at home,” his voice had a slightly humorous tone and Leo blushed, but just the thought of the chocolate cake made his belly gurgle.

He groaned, “don’t even talk about it,” Leo wrapped an arm around his middle, squeezing his eyes shut as the queasiness started to come back. Luke thumped on his back in a sympathetic manner. 

“Feel better, kiddo,” he smiled, “and happy birthday.”

Leo whined as the rest of their friends did the same, side stepping the mess to tell him goodbye, Wendy being the last one. 

She squeezed his arm, “happy birthday, Leo,” her tone was teasing, “at least the hiccups stopped?”

“God, go away,” Leo groaned, muffling a burp in his hand and she grinned, kissing Jonah’s cheek. 

“You owe me a new pair of Jimmy Choo’s” Wendy warned him, waving and running to where Vince was waiting for her on his bike. 

Leo let out a sigh, falling against Jonah and groaning when his fiance let out a little chuckle at his expense. “What the fuck is a Jimmy Choo?” Leo asked, his voice muffled by Jon’s shirt, allowing the other man to pull him back to the car.

#sickfic #overeating #emeto #emetophilia #mywriting #leo wagner #food poisoning #uh that's sort of a spoiler

[nycbaby21]

Mackie Samoskevich Imagine

prompt: inspired by an ask for @ijustreallylovethem

Where the reader and Mackie aren't public with their relationship and Dylan accidentally posts a picture of them

word count: 1,481

“Hey guys,” I say sitting down at the table and taking a seat next to Mackie, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He blushes and smiles. “Hey baby,” he whispers grabbing my hand under the table. We had been together for around four months now but we were trying to keep it quiet. We both have seen what the other guys have gone through with fangirls being rude to their girlfriends and Mackie didn’t want to put me through that. I was thankful for that because I remember last year hearing one of them cry because of the hate comments on her posts. It was easy for us to still be around each other and be kind of touchy because I have been friends with the guys since last year.

“You guys are so cute,” Dylan smiles staring at us. “Thanks, Dyl,” I laugh squeezing Mack’s hand, he gets flustered really easily. “Okay before he starts on an hour-long rant about how you two are his favorite couple ever, let’s talk about Saturday night,” Ethan shifts the attention away from us, which Mackie is happy about. It’s really cute how he is so confident about everything else like hockey and school but he gets all nervous and shy around other people. Which is the opposite of what he was before we started dating.

“What’s Saturday,” I asked picking up a piece of fruit off my plate and eating it. Mark opens his mouth but I quickly stop him,” Estapa if you say it’s for the boys I am going to throw this grape at your head.” Everyone laughs while Mark says it anyway just to mess with me. I throw the grape and he catches it in his mouth. Mark was actually the reason I became friends with the other guys. We partnered together on a project at the beginning of last year and I’ve been stuck with them ever since, not that I mind. 

“Some of the guys are coming over to watch the game,” Luke says before gathering his things. He and Mark had a class across campus so they started heading that way early. “See you guys,” Mark says swiping another grape from my plate. I roll my eyes at him and flip him off. He gives me a big grin and catches up with Luke. The guys start talking about what they need to grab for the gathering and I put my head on Mackie’s shoulder. Dylan stops mid-sentence and takes a picture of us. “Dylan seriously knock it off,” Mackie pleads while Ethan smacks him on the back of the head. 

“Okay we gotta go, but I’ll come over tonight after practice. Does that work for you,” I say sitting up and turning towards my boyfriend. He gives me a nod and stands up with me. He grabs all of my things and puts them in Dylan’s arms, who I have in my next class. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” he gives me a quick hug and grabs his stuff too. Ethan rounds the table and throws himself on me. I laugh and try to keep him up while attempting to hug him back. “I just needed a hug, since someone says he can’t anymore,” Ethan says dramatically glancing over at Mackie. “Sorry all reserved for my girlfriend buddy,” he jokes. “Yeah we’ll see about that Samo,” Ethan says before running at him with his arms open. 

Dylan and I watch the two of them run for a second before finally heading to class. “I can carry that Dyl,” I say trying to take my stuff back. “Y/n it’s two books and a laptop I think I can handle it,” he laughs rolling his eyes. I just give up because I know he isn’t gonna budge. “Does it actually bother you when I talk about how cute you and Mack are,” he asks while we walk in step. “No way. I mean it makes him flustered but it doesn’t bother either of us. The guys are just giving you a hard time Dyl,” I say placing my hand on his arm and patting it. “Besides if you didn’t take all of those pictures of us, I wouldn’t have this cute lock screen,” I show him. It was one of us after a game Mackie hugging me from behind as I tried to get away because he was super sweaty. We were both laughing and it was one of my favorites.

With my last class of the day being canceled, I was finished for the day and headed to the guys’s house. As I got there I noticed I still had at least a couple of hours before they got home. I started straightening up around the house so the boys didn’t have to come in all tired and do it. After finishing that I made my way to the kitchen and started making something for dinner. My choices were limited obviously, but they did have everything to make pasta with. After getting that started I grabbed the things I would need for brownies and got those ready.

The food was done and I was mixing the batter when I heard five very loud hockey players enter the house. They all followed the sound of my music and the smell of the food into the kitchen. “Oh my god I love you,” Luke says making his way into the kitchen first. “For cleaning or for cooking,” I laugh putting the bowl on the counter and looking for a pan. “Both,” he says grabbing a bowl and putting food onto it. The guys all quickly follow suit and while they are pushing and shoving to try and get some first, Mackie comes up behind me and puts his head on my shoulder. I relax and lean back into him.

“Thank you. You do know that you don’t have to do all of this right? We will all still love you even if you don’t,” he says before kissing my cheek. “Speak for yourself. I would actually love you a little less if you stopped taking care of us,” Mark jokes and I whacked with the rubber spatula I had on the counter near me. We all sat down and started eating and Dyaln took a picture of me sitting on Mackie’s lap with a bowl of pasta we were sharing. “I am so sending this to the group chat and bragging to the freshies,” he says and we smile at the camera. After everyone was done and the brownies were cooling, the boys did the dishes while I set up the TV in the living room. 

Last week the guys were going out and Mackie and I decided to stay in and watch something. I put on Pretty Little Liars because I was making Mackie watch it for the first time. One by one each guy had come downstairs after getting ready to wait for the others. Slowly each guy started watching it and then asking questions and I finally started it all over so we could all watch it together. 

“Okay, so how many times are we actually gonna see this video of her in the yellow shirt saying that,” Luke asks and I laugh because I thought the same thing when I first watched it. “Only a couple dozen more times,” my answer makes them all groan. The girls all got a text on the screen and my phone started going off. Five sets of eyes snap my way,” seriously,” I laugh checking my phone. I see tons of new followers and texts from some of my friends. “Dyl didn’t you say you sent that picture to the group chat,” I ask pausing the show. “Yeah, why,” he asks looking up from his spot on the ground.

I pull up his Instagram story and show him that he actually posted it on his story and not into the chat. “Oh shit. I am so sorry guys. I’ll go delete it now,” he fumbles with his phone trying to delete it. “Don’t worry about it. Leave it up,” Mackie says pulling it up on his phone and reposting it to his story. “You sure,” I ask and he leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah. As long as you are,” he looks at me. I nod and scroll through and share it with my story too. “So you guys aren’t mad at me,” Dylan asks. “No Dyl. We could never be mad at our number one supporter,” I ruffle his hair and smile. After posting it, we both turn our phones on Do Not Disturb and I play the show. “So does this mean I can post the album of pictures I have of you know,” he asks already scrolling through trying to pick his favorites.

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[small-sinclair]

My Pearl

An idea that @charliedawn made from their post. It’s like a soulmate au idea on my end.

Lester Sinclair x male!reader

Also, a birthday gift for the lovely @crumb. Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉

Tw: blood, Hanahaki Disease, not proofread

He couldn’t stop thinking of you, and it drove him crazy. Every time he was on the road, he hoped to see your car, to see your face, to hear your voice. If he saw you one more time, he could be cured and he can move on with his life.

But that was a hopeless dream, both he and his brothers knew it. He would never see you again, and that thought killed him.

Then he got sick a couple days later.

At first, his throat started to itch. He would cough from time to time and took medicine to help it, but as the days went by, he noticed something terrible. He was helping his brothers put up a new welcome signs when he started coughing again. He bent over and coughed harder and harder until a bloody blue lily was thrown from his lips. Vincent’s eye went wide as he hurried to his brother’s side as he heaved in heavy breaths. Bo stood over his brothers and saw the flower bud. He clinched his jaw tightly as he breathed in and out slower. All three looked in disbelief at the flower in front of him.

So it was straight to the medical books. Vincent rereading books and pages while Bo did research online to figure out what’s going on. Lester, on the other hand, decided to do look up they blue lily to figure out what it was… that was until he started coughing again and more bloodily petals spat out in the sink. Each time he coughed, the more violent and bloody it got.

After that, their mother’s journals/guide books she wrote for the three boys. The only good thing she ever did. They read through all the journals until they found something.

Vincent held up his book and gathered his brothers together. Bo read the pages and eyes lit up as he read aloud, “Get this: ‘Lester has t’mark of pearls on his back. When he gets older, he’ll meet someone wearin’ pearls and they’ll be lovers’.”

“He was in pearls,” Lester informed. “Pretty ones, too.”

But Bo didn’t believe it. Soulmate marks were almost wrong in his family; how could he found his soulmate already?

Two days later, Lester fell for the worse. He drove home like a mad man pulled his brother from the shop to Vincent’s workshop.

“The hell, Les?” Bo asked annoyed. “What the fuck—?”

Lester took off his jacket and the air stood still and cold. Sticking out of his right arm, blue lily buds poked out of his skin as if his arm was a vine. He looked at his brothers as fear grew. “They came this morning,” he said nervously. “It hurts t’loft my arm.”

Bo took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Did ya try cuttin’ ‘em off?” His answer was met with a bloodied, poorly wrapped bandage.

“Bo… ‘m scared.”

The twins looked at each other then back at Lester. There was pain in Lester’s eyes as he held back a cough. Vincent looked at his arm then his blood ran cold. He watched as a blue lily bloomed over his elbow.

“Oh, shit,” Bo breathed as the flower opened up. “Les, what’s happenin’ to ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” he answered scared. “It-it— ‘m hurtin’ and it burns!”

“It started after ya kissed ‘at boy, righ?” Bo asked, his mind spinning. “Like, the coughing and stuff.”

Lester nodded, slowly starting to put on his jacket. “Reckon so.” Just the thought of you and your pretty eyes eased the burning and pain. The bear idea of you in his arms…

“Okay,” Bo rubbed his hands over his jeans. “We gotta find ‘im.”

“How?” Lester asked in disbelief. “He’s gone by now! Ain’t never comin’ back—arh! Shit!” Les t threw his head back as his brothers watched in horror as a flower bud bloomed on his left shoulder. Lester staggered back, held his arm, and rested again the hot wall.

Bo shook his head as he reached with his little brother. “We’ll find him.”

Vincent nodded as he stood next to Lester. ‘I wrote down his plate while he was hanging out with you upstairs. Maybe we can find him that way.’ He lowered his hands and dug into his apron. He pulled out his journal and flipped the pages until stopping on one plate number circled in blue ink. ‘This is him. I remember it.’ Vincent handed the notebook to Lester.

Lester looked over the number and nodded. Reading it sent butterflies in his stomach. Your smile and you beautiful eyes and pearls on you. He love the idea.

All there is to do now is find you.

*************

You stood in your empty apartment and looked around. Boxes were piled in your car and you already sold half your things. You wanted to leave this place because you knew where to go. It’s crazy how you kissed Lester and wanted him to come with you, but it was even crazier when you thought about how you were going back to find him.

To you, you felt like you had to find him once more and kiss him. You had to find him. He felt so… so familiar to you. What were you going to do afterwards? You didn’t know. You just knew he needed you like you needed him.

It felt like you planted roots over his lips. Like flowers bloomed around your soul and over your torn pearls until there wasn’t nothing left of you. You have to find him… you have to.

As you came out of your apartment went down the steps to your car, you froze. That man that tried to kill you was parked next to your car. He wore a worn blue shirt with a faded graphic on it and dark blue jeans. His blue eyes landed on you and he stiffened a little. His hand held the ring on his finger as his boots clicked towards you. He didn’t look mad or angry; he seemed nervous.

“Mister,” he said as he stood a couple feet away from you. He fixed his hat and stood straighter. “I… I don’t believe I properly introduced myself.” He swallowed hard and held out his hand. “Name’s Bo, Bo Sinclair.”

You looked at his hand then at him, taking it. “Y/n.” You stepped back and hugged your arms. “Come to finish the job?”

“What?” Bo shook his head as a sad smile grew. “No, no, sir. I came in hopes t’get ya.”

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath. “My brother, Lester,” he hates begging, he hates it, “he needs yer help.”

“My help?”

“Yes, sir.” Bo looks at your car then at you. “Movin’?”

“Hoping to find Lester, actually,” you felt something burning your throat before you started coughing. Ever since you left him, you started coughing more and more. You turned away from Bo and coughed in your arm.

Stumbling back, Bo caught you and rested you against his chest until—

“What the shit?” You breathed. Shakingly, you held out your hand and looked at the bloodied daisy. You looked up at Bo in terror as his eyes widen.

Without a moment to lose, he led you to his truck. “Look, ‘ll gettcha to ‘im.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” he helped you into his truck and slid over the hood of his truck. “He has the same thin’ as ya, but he has blue lilies blooming out his arm now.” He started the truck and sped back to Ambrose. It’s a twenty minute drive, so that’ll give him plenty of time to tell you what’s going on.

“It sounds like Hanahaki Disease,” you hummed as you started coughing again.

“Hanahaki Disease?” He looked at you then at the road. “The fuck’s that?”

“A disease where flowers bloom over a person on an one sided love.”

“Well? Do ya love my brother?”

“I feel like we’re soulmates that were force to part after kissing, yes,” you answered as you leaned back in the seat. “My grandmother had that happened when she and grandpa were force apart after he kissed her before going to war.”

“What?” Bo looked at the bloodied daisies in your hands and lap. “It a family thin’?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “That’s way it’s important to stay with your soulmate. Didn’t your mom tell you?”

“She’s dead,” Bo answered as he turned down the gravel road leading towards Ambrose. “Never told us shit besides we ain’t worth lovin’.”

His voice was cut off by your throwing up on the flower of his truck. Petals and daisy buds fell from your lips as blood poured from the corner of your lips. Bo gunned it and flew towards town. “How we make this shit stop!?”

“I gotta kiss him,” breathing heavily, you looked at Bo, “and he has to tell me he loves me.” Your eyes glazed as you looked at the road. You thought of Lester and the pearls you left behind. You thought of his lips and loving kiss. The click and hold he had on you… it ate you alive.

Bo pressed out the gas and came into Ambrose as if he was flying a firecracker. What you saw as you rounded the corner broke your heart, and you felt a bouquet of daisies blooming around your legs.

In the middle of the road at the end of the street, Lester laid in his brother’s arms. He was struggling to breathe as blue lilies covered his arms and over his left eye. He was worse than you thought and he was fading fast. When he saw you in the passenger seat, his smile grew. Your here… you came back.

Bo slammed on the breaks and skidded until the car stopped. You hoped out of the car and race towards Lester. Inside, you felt a vine creep up your throat and you gasped, falling to the ground. You tumbled and skidded and struggle to stand. Flowers wrapped around your feet and knees; you couldn’t stand by yourself.

You felt Bo lift up and carry you towards Lester, large hands wrapping you up in a strong grip. “I have ya, firefly,” he promises.

His hand reached out for you as his breathing became shallow. Flowers bloomed over your body like wild fires in the summer. You thought of him, thought of his kiss and voice. You needed him like he needed you.

He focused on your neck and watched as a daisy blood out of your neck. "Hang in there, doll," Bo whispered. "Keep your eyes open. Keep breathing."

Bo lowered you carefully next to Lester and as close as he could get to him. “Yer-you’re here,” Lester crooked with a smile. His hand found yours. “Ya came-came back.”

You tried to sit up, but Bo helped you. “Les, ya gotta kiss ‘im,” he whispered. “It’ll stop all of ‘is.”

You tired to nod but you felt flowers blooming. “Please, Lester?” To say his name again felt like heaven opening for you. “Kiss me, please?”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Gripping his hand, he kisses you lips. You tasked blood on his lips. As you pulled away, Lester brought you back for another passionate kiss. He felt as if his heart was whole again and the world made sense. He chocks on lilies as he held your face, taking in your beauty as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I love you, Lester,” you whispered, breaking the curse on him. You watched as the blue lilies died as soon as you said those words. The flowers fell to the road, leaving behind flower outlines on his skin. You smile as you saw him light up. “You look as cute as the day I left ya.”

Lester smiled as he kisses you knuckles, kissing the daises and blood. “I love ya more, pearl,” his eyes met yours as he watched the flowers fall off your skin. “I love you.”

Daisies dropped on the road as he kisses you again. He rested his head against your forehead and closed his eyes. “What’s yer name, daisy?”

“Y/n,” you answered. “I’m y/n.”

With Vincent’s help, Lester dug into his pockets and showed you the broken pearls. “Held on to ‘em fer ya.”

You smiled as you leaned again Bo. You were tired from it all, but you knew one thing for certain.

“Can I move in with you?”

Lester chuckled and kissed your hands again. “Never leave me again.”

You met his eyes as you felt that click again, knowing you found your soulmate. “I promise, my pearl. I promise.”

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[risquefanfics457]

Hi! If your requests are still open, would you be able to write Giorno x Shy!Fem!Reader where they’re childhood friends and Giorno gained feelings for reader over the years and wants to confess but doesn’t know how? Maybe reader feels the same way and wants to confess too?

Thanks!! :D

Did I spend 2 hours writing this because I got hyperfocused? Yes. Worth it? Yes.

Giorno and the reader are both 15 at the start and 18-19 by the end. ENJOY!

“Amica?” 

You knew that voice. It had Giorno all over it. Giorno and you had become friends when he moved next to you when your were both 4. He’d changed his name to Giorno, and you respected that, only his mom and step-dad called him Haruno, as he was known in Japan.

“Gio Gio?” You stepped out on the porch of the cafe you worked at, “What is-?” You stopped. Standing in front of you was Haruno Shiobana or Giorno Giovanna as he liked to be called but… blonde.

“Santa merda! Gio Gio, you’re blonde!”

“I know!” He threw his hands in front of him, “I woke up this way!”

You looked at him, gathering all the details you could. He was still the same boy. Same jade eyes, “What happened?”

“I woke up this way!” He waved his arms about, “Can we talk about this?” He pointed to his newly golden locks. It practically glowed in the sun, “Uh, I have a 15 minute break soon.” You stuttered.

“Okay, I’ll be here.” He wrung his hands and leaned awkwardly against the lamp post.

“Or you could come inside.” “I don’t have any cash on me.”

You chuckled, “I can still get you a water, on the house.”

He nodded, “Alright.”

You waved him in, “It’s not like anybody will recognise you anyway.”

“You did.” He said quietly

You blushed silently, “Be with you in a few.”

“So you woke up, and now you’re just blonde?”

“Yeah! Like my dad.” He whispers

“Whoa, you never talk about your dad.” You are even mor eintrigued now. Giorno had a peculiar picture in his wallet that he said was his biological father. The man in the picture was build strong and almost scarily so. But the defining trait Giorno knew was from that man was the star shaped birthmark on his upper shoulder. 

“I mean, I didn’t think this is what puberty did.” You teased, “What colour do you think my hair will turn?”

“Pink?” He laughed, “No, that a ridiculous colour.”

“Yeah, nobody in their right mind would have pink hair.” You laughed together.

“What would you even do if you met a dude with pink hair?”

“How should I know?” He laughed, “I’ve never seen one, and I doubt I ever will.”

“Well, you could grow it out.” You said

“I could, we could style it like those old magazines we used to read as kids.”

“I can see you in a braid.” You grin

“We’ll see.”

“Ehi! Y/N, back to work, I see you going 2 minutes over your break!”

“Gotta go.” You stand up, but Giorno stood as well, “Me as well, goodbye, Y/N.” He customarily kissed you on both cheeks, something you’d taught him a long time ago. Watching him leave, you went back to taking orders as you wished that you’d had the nerve to teach him a new kind of kiss.

A few weeks later, he stopped in again, “Amiga!”

“Hey, got money for an actual coffee this time?” You called down the stairs

“I do, but that’s not the point.” He climbed the cafe stairs to meet you, “I’ve figured it out.”

Him suddenly so close with that piercing gaze had you pull away, flushed pink. “What?” 

“I figured it out. The drug trade, everything.”

You looked quizzically at him, “You mean the mafia?”

He nodded, “I’m going to join them.”

You blinked. Wow, you’d lost it. Who knew serving 17 macchiatos in an hour would finally push your brain past its breaking pointt?

“Amiga?”

“Sorry, you lost me. What’s the plan?” You wiped down a table

“I’m going to become a gangstar.” 

You nodded, “See, I keep hearing you saying you want to join the mafia.” You shake your head.

“I did say that.” He tries to meet your eyes, “All the drug problems, the law being run by criminals, it can be solved, I can solve it.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard, “You’re 15.”

“I know. I need all the time I can get, I have to start early.” 

You put the cloth and spray down, “Tell me you’re kidding me.” You kept your voice low, you didn’t like catching attention of others.

“No, I’m finally going to do something about all this.” He took your hands in his and you noticed him stutter, “W-we grew up surrounded by people influenced by drugs, isn’t it time to do something about it?”

His change in demeanor prompted you to break out into a red blush. He wasn’t usually so… forward. It was different. You automatically sank back into your shell as red as a crab as other people stared. “Giorno, this is insane. You can’t join the mafia, it’s an early death sentence.”

“I get that, but things are different now.”

“But why you?” 

“Because kids like you and I deserved to have good childhoods.”

That struck a nerve, “Giorno, I want to talk about this more, but I need to stay focused on my job right now, I’m sorry. I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

He took a deep breath and stepped away, ”Okay. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, I’m just worried about you. I care, okay?”

“I know.” He smiles earnestly, “I love that about you.”

Before you had a chance to reply or even register what he said, he was gone.

You called him that afternoon. Nothing. You called him again later that night. Nothing. You called him the next morning. Same results. Life went on, agonizingly slow. A week went by. 

You should have just told him when you had the chance.

A month. 2 months. 4… 8… a year. You gave up after 3 years…

“Andrea, I need you to calm down. The report doesn’t have to be done until noon tomorrow. You have a full day and 3 hours to draft and finish it.” You spoke on the phone to a colleague. “Yes, I’ll be in on tomorrow… no, you don’t need me to proofread it, you’re an adult, you can scan your own emails for typos.” 

A knock came from the front door. “Andrea, take a breather and write when you’re ready.” You hang up. Why your co-workers who were 5 years your senior needed you to spellcheck was beyond you. The knock came again, whoever it was, they were impatient. You checked the glass and caught a glimpse of blonde, and your heart skipped a beat. You calmed yourself and opened the door. It wasn’t him. Of course it wasn’t. A man in a green suit was standing in the doorway, “Buongiorno signora.” 

That name. He had to say buongiorno. Of course giorno was a regular word, but it followed you everywhere, and you felt your heart flop sadly every single time you heard it. 

“What can I do for you?” You cross your arms.

“My name is Pannacota Fugo, my boss wishes to speak to you privately.”

You nod, “Okay, I’m guessing you’re from a law firm or something?”

“No, signora. I am from Passione.”

Despite the decrease in crime regarding the mafia, the word stung, it was the mafia group Giorno mentioned. God, if they were looking for Giorno… but they couldn’t even ask you, you had no idea where he went either.

“What about it?”

“You may know him.”

“I don’t know anybody from the mafia, I make it my business to stay clear of their business.” You go to close the door.

“I’d reconsider. The boss says he knows you personally. I’m here to take you to see him.”

You steeled your nerves, “I said no.”

It was a skill you were working on, you’d become better at not being so shy.

“Right. Well, Giorno sends his regards then.” Fugo says and goes to leave

“Giorno?” Your heart almost jumps out of your chest, “Giorno Giovanna?”

Fugo nodded.

“I’ll get my things.”

You pulled up the a house. It was lavish, even on the outside. 

“He’s inside.” Fugo holds the car door open for you. 

In just some clothes you’d thrown on, you climbed the steps to the house. You stopped at the door. Fugo followed you and nodded to some guards who opened the door.

“Where is he?” You asked the blonde man.

“On the left.”

You rounded a corner and on a chair in a large room was a man.

“Amiga?”

Your face flushed at the sound of his voice.

“Please, leave us.” The blonde man stood. He was just as handsome as he was before, but now, toned and his blonde hair was long and braided down his back. He wore all black. You stared dumbfounded at him.

“It was hard to find you, you changed jobs.” He chuckled. That laugh made a old shiver run down your back, one you’d thought you’d lost.

You stepped back and tripped over a chair behind you. Without missing a beat, he caught you. But that didn’t make sense, he was on the other side of the room. But something caught you. You caught your balance and eased yourself up, still in shock, “You’re… here.”

He nodded with a hint of pink on his cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been here for a few years now.”

“You… you never came back.” Your face heated up.

“I’ve been getting a handle on crime before I brought you to me. I didn’t… I didn’t want you to be a target.”

“But you could have called.” 

“I’m always being watched, Amiga. Nothing was going to be a secret these past years.”

“You’re still calling me amiga.” You said.

“Well, I thought maybe we were still friends.” He sighed hopefully

“I, I don’t even know what to think. I… I hated you. I hated that you said nothing and left. But I missed you, and I still do…” You held your head in your hands, trying to name all these emotions running through you.

“I loved you.” You finished.

He looked wistfully at you, “Me too.” 

“Well, w-what now?”

“Well, it’s up to you. We can start over, or we can just, let this go. I’ll let you go back to how you’ve been.”

There was a long pause,

“I… I want to be near you, but this can’t have just… not happened. I think-”

“So we should start over?” He nodded

“Not from the beginning.” You got closer and touched his face, “I still know you, at least I think I do. I might not, but I want to.”

He leaned into your touch.

“I still know this face.” You brushed your thumb over his cheek. You chuckled, “To be honest, I dreamed of this face.”

“Really?” He chuckled pleasently, a sound that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter

“I face I wished I’d kissed.”

“You’ve kissed my face plenty of times. You’re the one who taught me to do it.” He smirked. A vine snuck around your wrist and a flower appeared in your palm.

“Then the face I wished I kissed in more than one way.” You leaned in. You pressed your lips to his left cheek, and then the right, and as the sun made the rose coloured curtains behind you project a pattern of pink on his face, you sealed the confession with a gentle kiss on his soft lips. His hand curled around your face and tucked your hair behind your ear, “I wish you showed me this was to kiss earlier too, Amiga.” He smiled.

“Yeah, if this is how it’s going to be from now on, I’m going to need to be something more than amiga.” 

His response was quick and sauve, “Then this is the greeting kiss you should expect from now on, cara mia.”

#giorno giovanna x oc #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #part 5 x reader #jojo giorno

[teaberrii]

Chapter 3: Getting to Know Each Other

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Wait.”

You’re on the phone with Herta that late afternoon. You had spent the day walking around town and getting familiar with the area. Eventually, you find a running lane leading you to a beautiful view of the sea. The street lights flicker on. You have a hand in your thin jacket pocket as you update Herta about what happened today.

“You sat next to Birthday Cake Man on the plane… and he owns The Knights Bed and Breakfast? What kind of romantic comedy are you starring in?”

“None,” you deadpan. “But, yeah, I… I can’t believe he owns the place. It’s just…” You sigh. “I never would’ve imagined.”

“And you’re on good terms with his son… And..!” You stop and put your arms on the wooden railing, looking up at the red and blue hues of the sky blending together. “He invited you to dinner! Do I need to go on?”

“There’s more?”

Herta reaches over and grabs some popcorn in her bowl. “He's into you.” Then, she pops one into her mouth.

“...You’re joking, right? He has a son… with Blade.”

“It has to be a misunderstanding. I know that man is straight as an arrow.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Just trust me, okay?”

You turn around and lean against the railing. “Regardless, it’s not going to happen.”

“Why not? Jing Yuan sounds like a great guy. He’s also good with kids. That’s always a plus.” A small pause. “I know you’re focusing on work and all, but if things go well… Why not give it a shot?”

“...I barely know the guy.” You look at your watch. “I gotta run.”

“Keep an open mind!”

“All right, all right.”

You end the call, and you’re about to slide your phone into your pocket when you get a text.

General: Do you need a ride to the restaurant?

You tap your phone against your chin for a few seconds.

Jing Yuan enters his car when his phone buzzes with a message.

Corporal: Sure.

Blade gets into the passenger seat and sees the little smile on his best friend’s face. “What are you smiling about?”

Jing Yuan types something into his phone before putting it into his pocket. “Nothing.”

“You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not.”

Blade turns and sees Yanqing securely strapped in. “What do you think, Yanqing? Do you think he’s hiding something?”

“Mm… Maybe it has to do with Auntie!”

“You’re lucky she’s not here to hear that,” Jing Yuan says. Then, he shifts the gears and backs the car out of the parking lot.

“It’s better than the nickname I heard on the plane,” Blade says. “Corporal? What’s up with that?”

“She’s a corporate woman.”

Blade quietly scoffs. “So… What? Corporate? Corporal?”

“That’s lame,” Yanqing says.

“Yeah… Why not go with Sweetheart like you always do?”

Jing Yuan shifts the gears again. But, before he can answer, Yanqing loudly says, “Because she’s not like the other girls!”

"...Because she doesn’t like it.”

“Well, aren’t you considerate?”

Jing Yuan shoots his friend a look. “What’s with the sarcasm?”

A pause.

"Are you fighting?" Yanqing asks, pouting.

“No.”

Their simultaneous response makes Jing Yuan and Blade glance at each other before one looks back at the road and the other out the window.

Yanqing, still in distress, says, “Even if Dad starts dating… we’ll still be a family, won’t we?”

“Of course, kid,” Blade says. “Besides, it’s a little early to think about them dating.”

“Yeah… Dad still has to make a proper move.”

Blade hides a little smile behind his hand while Jing Yuan gives his son a deadpan look in the rearview mirror. “You’ve been spending too much time with Luocha.”

“Me?” Yanqing says, pointing to himself.

“Who else would be teaching you these things?”

Yanqing looks at Blade, which Jing Yuan notices. Blade glances at his friend and says, “What else were we supposed to talk about on that flight?”

Jing Yuan sighs as Yanqing happily adds, “It was good bonding time!”

You’re heading back toward the bed and breakfast when you see Pom come out of a small grocery. Once he puts away his wallet, he notices you and waves.

“I know it hasn't been a day yet, but I hope your stay has been to your liking so far!”

“It has. But… There’s something I want to ask.”

“Shoot.”

“...Can guests directly contact the owner? For anything?”

“No way! Jing Yuan would go crazy if he did something like that. Heck, I already go a little bonkers, but I love the guy too much. So…”

“It’s the first time I’ve heard an employee say they love their boss too much.”

“Ah… Well…” Pom looks at you curiously. “Before that, how do you know him?”

You and Pom stop on a sidewalk, and you tell him about how you met Jing Yuan. Though, you keep the ex-boyfriend incident at the bar a secret.

“That sounds a little like fate,” Pom says with a laugh. “I mean… It’s too much of a coincidence!”

“Now you know my story. Let me hear a little about yours. Seems like Jing Yuan treats his employees well.”

“Truth is, we’ve known each other long before he started this business. I… owe him a lot, so I’m here!”

Owe him? You want to ask, but you shouldn't as it sounds like a personal matter. So, instead, you say, "He must be a pretty good guy."

The light turns green, and you and Pom start walking across the street. “He is! He’s quite popular amongst the locals, too.”

Then, before you can stop yourself, you say to yourself, “I wonder why he started a bed and breakfast…”

“Ooh, getting curious, are we?”

“The Knights B&B is popular, no doubt. But, I couldn’t find anything about its owner on your website. He seems a little too mysterious.” You sense Pom looking at you, so you turn to him. He’s looking as if analyzing you. “Um, do I have something on my face?”

You and Pom are about to reach the stone villa when he asks, “Why not try taking a crack at him? He looks a little intimidating, but he’s a total softie when he wants to be. It charms all the ladies because he’s”—Pom sighs dramatically and puts the back of his hand on his forehead—“such a sensitive guy sometimes.”

“Jing Yuan? Sensitive?” you ask, not realizing that Jing Yuan and Yanqing are walking up to you from behind. “Maybe when it comes to Yanqing and Blade, I guess.”

“Talking about people behind their backs?”

You spin around and see Jing Yuan in a black dress shirt, but for the first time, you notice how good it looks. His sleeves are rolled up, and the V-neck window to his chest ain’t a bad view either. The fitted grey pants, brown belt, and black shoes make it seem like he’s attending a meeting rather than dinner.

Jing Yuan put his hand over his heart. “I'm hurt.”

“I heard my name!” Yanqing says. “What were you two talking about?”

“Oh,” Pom says with a smile. “You see…” You turn around, hoping Pom will get the hint that you want him to stay quiet, but he isn’t even looking at you when he says, “She was just curious about you, Boss.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the teasing tone in Jing Yuan’s voice. When you slowly turn around, he has a hand in his pocket. “...About what, I wonder.”

You don’t know what it is, but something feels different when you look into his eyes. Intrigue. Interest. Curiosity.

"Pom said you were sensitive."

“Dad’s not sensitive!”

You crouch so you’re on eye level with Yanqing. “He’s not? Then, what do you think he is?”

Yanqing looks up as he thinks about his answer. You can see the gears turning in his head; it’s cute how seriously he’s thinking about this. Then, as if a lightbulb goes off, he says, “Naggy.”

You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling while Pom laughs. “You heard it firsthand, folks! Boss is officially naggy.”

Jing Yuan has a hand on his hip as he looks at his son. “I’m naggy?”

Yanqing cautiously looks up at him, but you reassuringly say, “It’s okay to say what’s on your mind, Yanqing.” The boy looks at you. “Candid feedback is a gift.”

That's a corporate phrase Jing Yuan has heard one too many times.

“Why do you think he’s naggy?” Pom asks.

“He doesn’t like it when I play games or watch TV too much. But, I’m always at the top of my class! I always get the most gold stars out of everyone!”

“Oh? Then, what does he ask you to do in your free time?”

“Something”—Yanqing frowns—”productive.”

“Everyone has to take a break,” you say.

“Yeah!” Yanqing frowns at Jing Yuan. “See, Dad? I told you.”

“But… it’s also important to build good habits.” Yanqing pouts and looks down. “Diligence is just as important if not more than intelligence.” You’re not sure if Yanqing is old enough to truly understand what you’re saying, but regardless you say, “Maybe your dad will be more willing to let you play more if you dedicate an hour or so to reading or learning something.” When Yanqing doesn’t say anything, you awkwardly stand. Then, you glance at Jing Yuan who’s looking at you. “...Sorry. I didn’t mean to say too much.”

“I like that.” His calm demeanour catches you off guard. “Your suggestion.”

“Ah… Well, it’s what I do.”

Yanqing frowns and crosses his arms. “You only like it because she suggested it.”

Pom snickers and Jing Yuan looks down. “That is not true.”

“Uh-huh.” Then, a loud sigh. "I wanna eat."

Pom looks at his watch. “Oh, yikes! Look at the time! I still have some things to take care of!”

“Do you need a ride?” Jing Yuan asks.

“That’ll be nice! Do you mind waiting a few minutes?”

“Not at all.”

“Hurry, Pom!” Yanqing says, watching Pom rush into the stone villa.

Jing Yuan steps toward you just as you turn. Then, he nods toward the Rolls Royce. “Get in.”

“Don’t worry. Dad’s a safe driver.”

You slowly nod at Yanqing. “That’s very reassuring to hear.”

You take the passenger seat, and Yanqing takes the back. Jing Yuan quickly types away on his phone before putting it in the clean cup holder.

“Blade’s already there,” he says, starting up the car.

“Did he start without us?” Yanqing asks. “Dad wouldn’t do that, would he?”

“If he does, we’ll do something about it.”

Should you ask about Yanqing having two dads?

“It has to be a misunderstanding. I know that man is as straight as an arrow.”

Herta must be talking about Blade. But, if that’s the case, what about Jing Yuan? Is Yanqing his biological son? If so, who’s the mom, and—

Pom opens the door. “Sorry to keep y’all waiting!”

As soon as the door closes, Jing Yuan drives off.

You’re looking out the window as the car weaves through the town. The bright lights. The bustling streets. It oddly feels like you’re in the city with how lively it is at night.

“...Are you surprised?”

You turn to Jing Yuan who still has his eyes on the road.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you look curious… like you want to find out everything there is to know about this town.”

You lightly scoff. “Okay, that’s taking it a little far. Yeah, I’m curious, but not to that extent.”

The car slowly comes to a stop at an intersection. Then, Jing Yuan turns to you. “The eyes don’t lie.”

And that’s when you see it again. Intrigue. Interest. Curiosity. Your breath catches in your throat, but you still say, “Keep your eyes on the road, General.”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You look away to dig out your phone from your bag. The car starts moving again as you read the text from your friend.

Why’d you block his number??? He wants to talk…

You immediately swipe away the notification and turn your phone to silent. The annoyance that you think no one sees doesn’t go unnoticed. Jing Yuan thinks about asking but decides against it. He makes a smooth turn onto another street, and soon the car comes to a stop in front of a cozy-looking restaurant.

“Go ahead,” Jing Yuan says. “I’ll find parking.”

So, you, Pom, and Yanqing get out of the car. A short distance away, a small group of guys who look like they’re in their early twenties are talking loudly amongst themselves. Once you enter the restaurant, you see Blade at a table near the back. He looks up and waves in your direction.

“Dad!”

Yanqing rushes forward. You and Pom quickly follow him, but it’s too late. He bumps into a tall man with light brown hair and glasses who arguably isn’t paying attention as he’s so caught up in his thoughts.

Yanqing looks up and shyly says, “I’m sorry.”

“Gosh, Yanqing, what’s the rush?” Pom jokes. Then, he looks at the man and gasps. “What a surprise!”

The man nods once at Pom and then looks at Yanqing. "It's okay. To be fair, I wasn't watching where I was going either. I apologize."

Then, when he looks back up, he sees you come up beside Pom. “Sorry about that,” you say.

You aren’t sure what to think when this man approaches you, his eyes never leaving your face. Then, you hear Pom ask, “Welt? Is… something wrong?”

Wait a minute.

"Welt..." you say quietly. "As in Welt Yang?"

Welt relaxes his shoulders and pushes his glasses up. "That's right. I'm Welt Yang, a novelist." Then, he suddenly takes your hands. "And you... You're the inspiration that I've been looking for!"

Now, it’s time for you to be flabbergasted.

“Is everything okay?” Blade comes up behind Pom while Jing Yuan enters the restaurant.

Pom shrugs. “I’m just as lost as you are, honestly.”

“I’ve read your novels,” you say to Welt. Jing Yuan’s close enough that he can hear the conversation. “They’re brilliant!”

“Oh, that's motivating to hear. However, I’m in a bit of a slump with my latest book. But you… You’re the exact image of the female character I have in mind.”

“What a surprise, Welt.” Jing Yuan comes up beside you.

“Ah, hello, Jing Yuan. It’s good to see you.” Welt lets go of your hands. “Do you two know each other?”

“She’s staying at the B&B,” Jing Yuan says.

“My… This must be fate. So am I.” Welt takes out his phone and looks at you. “Do you mind if we exchange numbers?”

“Whoa.” Blade hears Yanqing whisper. “He’s more direct than Dad!”

“I’d love to spend some time together,” Welt says. “Perhaps I’ll get out of my slump.”

“Dude’s kinda smooth, too,” Pom whispers. “Didn’t think he’d be this direct just by looking at him.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Blade deadpans.

Pom smiles sheepishly.

“I’d love to,” you say, a little too excitedly.

Jing Yuan watches you take out your phone and exchange numbers with Welt. He’s only seen that smile once, and that’s the time on the plane when you told him about being single. Jing Yuan awkwardly clears his throat, but before he can say anything, Yanqing tugs at your and Jing Yuan’s pants.

“Can we eat now? I’m hungry.”

You’re on your way to the washrooms at the back when you hear someone say, “Stop! Leave me alone!” from outside. You head towards the door and look out. A woman wearing a baseball cap rudely shoves off a man’s hand. You recognize both of them. The woman is the one you saw with a friend in the reception villa. The man is one of the rowdy adults you saw outside of the restaurant.

“You’re March, right? That influencer—”

“Go away.”

When she turns, the man grabs her by the shoulders and forces her to look at him. “I know it’s you!”

You push open the door and head outside. “Leave her alone.”

The man turns his attention toward you, and the woman quickly pushes him away. He stumbles, frowning at her. “Gosh, what’s your problem? I just wanted to buy you a drink.” Glaring at you, he asks, “Who the fuck are you?”

You walk up beside her and say, "Let's go."

"Hey!" Startled, you turn when he grabs your wrist.

"What's going on out here?"

The man lets you go and steps back when Jing Yuan and Welt walk up. 

"...Do you have business with them?" Jing Yuan asks.

The man shoots him an annoyed look. "No. I was just leaving." Then, he mutters something under his breath and walks off while lighting a smoke.

As Welt asks March what happened, Jing Yuan hears you sigh out of relief. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." But, your slightly rattled voice says otherwise. You never thought you'd be so relieved and thankful to see Jing Yuan. "What're you two doing out here?" 

Jing Yuan nods at Welt. "He was worried about March, and..." You wait for him to go on. He turns back with a kind look in his eyes. "...Based on experience, I think someone would get themselves involved if they found someone in trouble."

"I have no idea who you're talking about."

Jing Yuan gives you a deadpan look, and you return it with a little smile.

“Hey.” You turn and see March. “...Thanks for stepping up.”

“I’m glad you’re not hurt.”

March puts a hand on your hip and looks you up and down. “So… Welt told me that you’re his new inspiration.”

“Uh, well, that’s—”

March suddenly hugs you. “I hope we get along!”

You awkwardly hug her back. Is this the same woman who looked like she was going to bash a man’s head a few minutes ago? Then, she lets you go and looks at Jing Yuan. “Didn’t expect to see you here… Boss.”

“Pom’s rubbing off on you,” Jing Yuan says.

She laughs. “Is he here, too? I miss my Pom-Pom.”

“He’s inside with Blade and Yanqing.”

“Ah… I remember seeing them with you earlier today,” March says. “But it looked like the three of you were so fixated on a certain someone that you didn’t even notice me.” She winks at you. “What’s your secret?”

“...Secret?”

March counts on her fingers as she says, “Jing Yuan, Blade, Yanqing, and now Welt…”

“March, don’t make things awkward,” Welt says.

“Oh, c’mon, everyone knows I’m kidding.”

“Anyway,” Jing Yuan says, “Let’s go back before they finish all the food.”

You somehow end up sitting next to Jing Yuan at the table. Pom is going on about the latest trail that opened up when you and Jing Yuan reach for the last skewer at the same time. Then, jokingly, you quietly ask, “Should we fight for it?”

“You wouldn’t stand a chance, Corporal.”

You scoff. “Someone’s a little too confident.”

“Everyone has a weak spot.” You narrow your eyes. “It won’t take me long to find out.”

Your smile catches him off guard. “Too bad I already know who yours is.” You glance at Yanqing. “Just wait until he’s on my side.”

“Hey, hey,” You and Jing Yuan look away from each other as March taps the table. “What are you two whispering about over there? Let us in on the fun, too!”

Yanqing tugs on Jing Yuan's shirt. “Dad, I want the skewer.”

“Looks like you’ll have to fight those two to get it,” Blade says.

Yanqing cutely pouts at you and Jing Yuan. “I want the skewer… please?”

Looks like you nor Jing Yuan are getting that skewer after all.

“Anyway, what a small world that we’re all connected to the Boss somehow,” March says, her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands.

“How long are you two staying?” Blade asks.

“We have him booked for the whole summer.”

Welt sighs quietly. “Hopefully, I’ll be out of my slump by then.”

“Well, don’t you have your inspiration right here?” Pom asks, looking at you.

Welt looks at you. “...Yes. She’s truly the woman that I’m looking for.”

Your face heats up at the statement. Then, Jing Yuan asks, “You’ve never told us much about your book. Care to tell us a little about it?”

“Oh, well…”

You’ve read plenty of Welt’s books. All of them are intricate detective mysteries with strong characters. This time, however, he wants to mix in a little romance. Due to unforeseen circumstances, an ace detective ends up chasing a femme fatale who turns out to be wrongly accused.

"Funny thing is…" March says, "When he was telling us about this ace detective, I said he sounds a little like you, Boss."

Yanqing looks at Jing Yuan. “Dad? Really?”

“Why not use both of them for inspiration?” Blade asks. He flashes you and Jing Yuan a look. “Have them act out some scenes, and maybe you’ll be able to see and feel the romantic atmosphere for yourself.”

Pom's face turns red. “R-Romantic atmosphere?” 

“Why are you getting flustered?” March asks with a smile.

You can see the gears turning in Welt’s mind. He can’t be serious, right? Surely, Blade is just joking.

“Is Dad going to be an actor?” Yanqing asks excitedly.

“Now, hold on a minute,” you say. That’s…. That’s a little out of the question.”

Jing Yuan puts his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt.”

“No, you’re not,” you deadpan.

“Well, I cannot force you,” Welt says, and your jaw almost drops as you can’t believe it’s something he’s seriously considering.

March chuckles. “You’d be helping him a lot, considering this guy has no experience in romance whatsoever.”

“Thank you for that wonderful comment,” Welt says flatly.

“You’re very welcome.”

Jing Yuan picks up his glass. “...If she’s ever up for it, I’d be happy to help you, Welt.”

You turn to him with a look that asks if he's crazy. Jing Yuan notices and slightly shrugs as if you’re the one overthinking things.

"Of course, I would never take too much of your time," Welt says. "It'll just be a few scenes here and there."

While no one is actively encouraging you, you can tell by the look in their eyes: Why not? Give it a shot. When your eyes land on Yanqing, his eyes are shining with excitement. From what? You aren’t sure. But, you’re sure of one thing.

“...Nothing that crosses the line.”

March gasps. “Would you look at that?”

“Boss is going to be an actor!” Pom exclaims.

Blade puts his now empty glass on the table. “A detective romance as his debut? Not bad, I’d say.”

“...Alright. Let’s drop it.”

After dinner, the group splits up. Blade takes March and Welt back while you, Yanqing, and Pom get a ride with Jing Yuan. Once again, the car weaves throughout the city. But now, Pom and Yanqing are asleep in the back seat. You're looking out the window.

Out of curiosity, you turn to Jing Yuan. “You seem close with March and Welt.”

"They stay at the B&B every time they visit." Jing Yuan glances at you. "They've become good friends." A small pause. “...I know why you’re here.” When you face forward, he says, “You’re here to research the possibility of opening a new hotel.”

“How’re you so sure?”

“Star Rails Hotel has been eyeing Xianzhou for a while, but the project kept getting delayed.”

You turn back, but Jing Yuan's eyes are on the road. When you were still new at the company, you heard rumours about a project that kept getting delayed. Xianzhou was a name that popped up, but you never probed into it as you had your work to focus on. But, the point is that this is internal information. How does someone like Jing Yuan know about it?

"If you're here, that means they've finally put their plans into action."

“...Do you know someone who works there?” you ask.

“...I used to.”

The car slowly comes to a stop in front of the stone villa. “...Mind if I ask who?”

Jing Yuan shifts the gears. Then, he looks you in the eyes. “My ex-wife.”

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[dapandapod]

Regret

Hi there! so I started this wip a while ago and now, just after midnight as is my norm, I finished it, and decided, nah, I'll just post it. I have missed them? Which isn't a quetion but it is, but yes, I missed them so here you go, some sweet kisses. Gotta love when Geralt is the needy one. On Ao3 here

Jaskier had meant to playfully shove at Geralt, just a nudge and a smirk through lowered lashes.

The flirting might have been for fun to begin with, but the way Geralt has been looking at him lately makes him want to push, to see what else is there, it’s making him greedy.

Instead of letting himself be shoved, however, Geralt rounds on Jaskier, crowding him back against the wall outside the tavern, one big, warm hand against his hip, leaning against the wall with the other, just by Jaskier’s head.

Fuck, Jaskier didn’t expect that, and all he can do is stare up at him for a moment, gathering his fluttering heart back into his chest, swallowing down the breathy sound threatening to escape him.

“Stop flirting with me,” Geralt murmurs like a challenge, they are standing so close their thighs are touching, the witcher’s finger flexing against Jaskier’s hip.

“Why?” Jaskier meant it to be cheeky, but it comes out as a whisper, his hands unbidding reaching for Geralt, finding the soft fabric of his shirt over the witcher’s ribs.

“You might regret the result,” Geralt says, tilting his head so that their noses brush.

“And you won’t?” Jaskier dares, one hand running over Geralt’s chest, up to his neck.

“Damnit, Jaskier,” Geralt breathes, and then they are out of inches.

Geralt’s hand moves from his hip up to Jaskier’s cheek, his fingers brushing Jaskier’s ear as their lips come together, again and again.

The witcher leans into him, their chests brushing together, and Jaskier feels engulfed, surrounded, held.

Fuck, Jaskier can’t think, can’t breathe, Geralts thumb is pushing into his cheek, his thumb warm and his finger making his skin tingle.

“Not regretting a thing,” Jaskier breathes, smiling when Geralt steals another kiss.

It is hard to kiss while smiling, but Geralt simply kisses the corner of his mouth instead, down his jaw, pressing lingering, excruciating kisses to his neck.

His body is overwhelmed with sensations, his chest aching in a way he can’t explain, and Jaskier wants, needs, craves more contact, arching into Geralt’s body, pressing into his lips.

Close is not close enough, and were they not outside the tavern, Jaskier would consider dressing down right here and climb inside the cradle of Geralt’s arm and never move again.

After a long moment of just holding on to each other, breathing each other in, Geralt murmurs into his skin, pressing closer.

“This what you wanted?” he asks, his nose brushing along the tendons of Jaskier’s neck.

“The only thing I ever wanted was to be around you,” Jaskier confesses with a whisper, the darkness and their embrace making him brave.

The sound coming out of Geralt sounds like a choke, or like a cut off groan.

“Jaskier,” he says, but it sounds like something else, and Jaskier has only ever been kissed like this once before. “Upstairs,” Geralt whispers, and Jaskier agrees.

“Please don’t regret this,” Jaskier breathes, prays, begs.

“I’ll never regret you,” Geralt breathes back, taking his hand and leading him somewhere just for them, where words and please can be whispered into bare skin, where hands can press against a heavy pulse, where arms are the only thing holding him together.

#the witcher #geraskier #fluff #kissing #i wanna call it #light angst #but only because somehow the boys are able to be #pining #for each other like idiots whilst still kissing #dapanda writes #geralt x jaskier #hugging #idiots in love

[mrsgreenworld]

Okay, so I've been obsessing over Aslaz for weeks and there isn't nearly enough fanfiction in English for them. But I learned my lesson a while ago: you wanna some fanfiction you gotta start writing it yourself 🙈😂

Here goes my first attempt at writing Aslaz.

That episode 28 final scene was so all over the place and out of nowhere. But we got what we got. There was a millisecond of adorable Aslaz but it wasn't nearly enough so I decided to sprinkle in a missing Aslaz scene that takes place after the iftar.

I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the Yabani writers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own.

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You Never Know Unless You Try

They finish their meal and Asi leaves his side to go help clean up. He feels her absence immediately. But also knows it's not normal to crave her presence this much at all times. So Alaz wanders off to find his brother. They talk and hug and then work together as a well-oiled machine, loading the tables and chairs into a truck. They spend time with street kids, feeding them. Later they all sit around crackling fire and sing together.

Alaz gives himself a mental high five for having been a perfectly functioning independent human being and thinks he's had enough space and given enough of it to Asi. So his eyes scan everyone gathered around the fire but don't see her. His anxiety spikes but is soothed immediately by the sight of her, standing alone at the water, staring into the distance. Alaz goes to her, leaving the crowd.

He approaches quietly and comes to stand behind her with only a few inches between his front and her back. He doesn't touch her until he feels her relax and lean back into him. Only then Alaz snakes an arm around Asi's middle, his palm coming to rest over the place where he knows her stab wound - the one that matches his own - is hidden under the layers of clothing. Alaz presses a tender kiss to Asi's temple and whispers:

"Hey! What are you doing out here all alone? Are you okay?"

Asi's hand comes over the one Alaz has on her abdomen and squeezes his fingers gently.

"Yeah, just ... Needed to breathe a little, you know. And to think".

Alaz nods, leans his head into hers and asks quietly:

"Think about what?"

"Everything. What happened. Life. Future. Us".

"What about us?" Alaz asks with a hint of vulnerability in his voice, hugging Asi a little tighter but mindful of her healing wound.

"It's just ... How's it going to be? Us?"

"What do you mean? We love each other, don't we?"

"We do. But what now? We've never been ... Well, this. We've never been normal. Just ... loud. Screaming, hitting, biting and stabbing each other with words and not only words. What are we going to do now when it's quiet, Alaz? How are we going to do this?"

"Look, I don't know how but we'll figure this out, together. This is new for me too. I've never done this before. So we just learn to walk, step by step, before we can run".

"Run where? I've never even thought about the future, Alaz. Never thought I had one".

"Well, now you have a future. We do. We can be and do whatever the hell we want".

"I haven't even finished school, Alaz. What could I possibly do?"

"Well, you can finish school, for starters. If you want to. And I know that you're a woman of many talents. You sing, you dance, you fight, you're good with a knife. Bet you could make a mean chef" Alaz says with a smile, nuzzling Asi's neck.

She lets out a small laugh and pushes at him slightly, trying to get away from a tickling sensation of his barely there scruff on her tender skin.

"I'm serious!"

"So am I!"

"You're an idiot!"

"Okay, I am. Your idiot".

Asi turns to face Alaz and looks deep into his eyes.

"Alaz ... What if we try and this doesn't work?"

"We'll never know unless we actually try. And maybe it'll work out even better than we could ever imagine. I'm ready to try. Are you?"

He waits for her response with bated breath, willing to accept anything she chooses, even though his very being is screaming at him to screw this acceptance and respecting her wishes and just make her stay with him forever. Lost in this inner turmoil, Alaz almost misses Asi's softly spoken words:

"I am ready ".

#yabani #yabani dizi #yabani fanfiction #yabani fanfic #aslaz #aslaz fanfiction #aslaz fanfic #alaz soysalan #alaz oğlan #asi kız

[blorbocedes]

wow, the alex video you posted IS so deranged and yet valid. i for one would love to hear any further thoughts about galex cannibalism you may have??

this is so deranged...... anyways what if galex were stuck on an island 🤪😳🏝 (based off this video)

Turns out being stranded on a deserted island is really anticlimactic. Incredibly boring, and more of a waiting game, once the adrenaline, relief, and panic at being alive wears off.

"We're the most tracked people on Earth. Once the teams figure out what happened, they'll send those large helis. We'll be out of here in no time. Probably in time to catch the next race too." George paces around, as if delegating his own rescue operation. Saying it out loud affirms it, it's going to happen, and therefore all George needs is to be cool and collected. His phone hadn't survived the waves, but he's sure it had sent his last known location somewhere near the waters. That's why they allow themselves to be tracked by technoautocrats all time, right? George isn't even worrying.

Alex is sitting down on the sand, with his small collection of rocks he's gathered and halfheartedly rubbing them together. You need a fireplace for that, George think irritated. Or like, a collection of sticks in a circle. He doesn't know, he's an F1 driver for fuck's sake.

Alex snorts, "Reckon they'll save the biggest helis for Lewis? Realise he's safe and sound in LA and bring out the backup single seater ones for George Russell?"

"Piss off. I suppose they'd find us faster if I was stuck with Max but you don't see me saying that." George snipes back. Admittedly, they're not on their best behaviour. Something about waking up concussed and realizing you're on a deserted island with the sun blazing down on you, and no fresh water or belongings nearby has a way of doing that to people.

"Ouch." Alex sounded mock-offended. He made a smiley face with his rocks.

"Shouldn't be long now." George bluffs with absolutely no way of knowing, only he needs to believe it. The waves dip into the beach, treacherously soothing. All that water, and nothing to drink. George imagines heroically catching a fish. He's not quite sure how to go about that, but Alex would for sure be impressed.

"We've got to think more long term, George."

"What do you mean?"

Alex levels him with a look. "Look around us. We're the only living things around for god knows how long. You've got to start thinking survival of the fittest."

George heroically catching fish. Alex in those lionskin dress the wives wore in the flinstones, cooking it over a fire. They Blue Lagoon it for years. Having to hold each other for warmth by the fire as they sleep to crackling hum.

"Yeah?" George asks, mouth going dry and not from the lack of water.

"There's only so much of each other we can take. You've gotta do what it takes to survive. That's what they don't tell you about deserted islands, the rules don't apply here. We can do anything here, and get away with it. And from what I can see, we're the only food source around. Anyone ever tell you you've got the neck of a gazelle?"

"You wanna eat me, Albon?" Dies down in George's throat, can't make it sound casual enough, like a joke. Not with the way Alex is staring at him, dark eyes, like he's something particularly delicious. We can do anything here, and get away with. The rules don't apply here. The giant helicopters with their flashlights could find them fucking them on the beach, and it wouldn't matter. Except they'd probably have cameras, to film the whole rescue operation and then yes, it does matter. Everything they do here matters.

"I'm not eating you. You're all bones and stuff, no thanks." George huffs, the dehydration truly settling in as his face gets redder.

"You don't want a little Thai food out here?" Alex laughs, reaching from where he's sitting and pulling at George's ankle who trips and falls on his ass on the hard sand.

Alex is flirting with me. Or he wants to eat me. George is not sure which is worse.

"Say a hyena gets me, you've gonna let a stupid bird have at me? Not even honour my body?" Alex still has his hand on George's ankle, the grip of it unrelenting. George's heart thuds in his chest.

"There's no hyenas around." He argues with reasonable confidence, despite not knowing.

"I wouldn't let a bird do that to you. I'd think, my friend George would've wanted me to survive." Alex moves closer, until he's halfway on top of George. His hand moves to the soft flesh of George's thigh sticking out from his shorts, and circles it. It's a little on the nose to feel like a prey trapped under a predator, imagining Alex kissing the soft of thigh before biting down on it, blood around the jut of that handsome mouth. One way or another, they'd both leave this island together. Within one another. It would be so, so easy to press Alex's head down here. Between his legs. Crush him with his thighs. "Whatever it takes."

"Fuck, fine. If a fucking hyena gets you, l'll shoo it away and eat you. Happy?" George pushes Alex off him, getting up, who grins up lazily from where he's fallen on the sand.

Heart still beating in his chest like a wild rabbit, George runs into the clearing of a few trees -- not wanting to venture further from where Alex won't be able to hear him if he calls for help. Their first mode of action had been making a SOS that could be seen from above, from the search helicopters, with the biggest rocks they could find. Turns out their strength at driving race cars had absolutely no use in lugging large rocks and they'd given up after the first C of the S. Finding large rocks makes George feel like he's doing something productive, actually aiding their rescue.

But Alex's words swim into his head. Survival of the fittest. Almost paranoid that Alex is watching, even though he's still lying on the beach, George stares into the clearing of trees ahead. There could be signs of life inside and he really doesn't want to find out, or be unarmed if there is. He just has to wait it to out. The rescue planes are coming. Entire jets. The whole country is on red alert. They're going to shake hands with the King.

Delirious in the heat, and the amount of blood that's rushed south, the shine of his wrist catches the sun. His sponsor gold Tag Heuer watch. A few hundred thousand quid. He takes it off, checking it's weight, and then places it on the ground. Takes the rock he'd found, and smashes it, collecting the now broken watch, and shards of glass in his pocket.

He makes his way back to Alex.

"What happened to your nice watch, Georgie?" Alex asks casually, frizzy air dried blond hair sticking up. Still looks great, like this. Tanned skin, blonde hair, pants rolled up as shorts. They could be on a beach vacation. George thumbs the watch in his closed fist, along the sharp ridges of where it broke.

"You got something in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Alexander?" George asks, staring at the rock sized bulge in Alex's left pocket.

"Always happy to see you." Alex smiles, and George mentally maps where his jugular should be as he takes a step towards him.

#galex but make it cannibalism themed 🤪 #the good ending: they both find a coconut and get over their dehydrated fuelled shared insanity <3 #the other good ending: they [redacted] #the bad ending: they get rescued and their relationship is forever changed for it #my fics #f1 rpf #im actually embarazzed this has an audience of literally only me #don't ask me I don't know #blorbocedes ask

[harlowhockeystick]

!!! hsteacher!reader anon here (maybe one day i’ll be brave enough to not be anon flakdjsj)

im so glad u liked my silly little rambly post oh my lord a nd now i seriously can’t stop (im so sorry)

- teacher!reader and sidney bonding so well and so fiercely over their shared passion in helping kids and young people (of all ages and diversities!!) teacher!reader and sidney working together on new passion projects to connect hockey with more young people.

- he loves hearing about ur students (both the highs and the lows) and following along on their journeys and he gets so happy seeing how exasperated and fond u are about ur yr 9s and how they drive u crazy but u got the most amazing and deep discussions yesterday about shakespeare and their own lives???? and reader loves looooves hearing sidney gush about the little penguins program too and u and him basically doing ur own little cellys in the living room bc one of the littlest penguins got their first goal and they cried bc they were so excited!!

- both sides and reader have this unspoken understanding about authority and expectation and pressure cus like, captaining a team of professional athletes and managing a class of 29 teenagers sometimes feels remarkably the same lmao. the stress!!! u always have to have ur game face on, all the time! Gotta be on the ball, all the time!! and it can be TIRING. but sidney knows this, and he loves how sometimes he can come home and just take the captain hat off and just be. a guy. just a dude. and just let someone else take over, let u take over and he lets himself just be pampered and treated like the little meow meow he is and it’s all okay. He had so much love in his eyes when u wordlessly come over with a hot mug of lemon balm tea and a warm slice of banana bread. he turns his face to hide into ur neck and mumble “love you” when u starts scritching and massaging his scalp bc u know how tense he gets around the jaw and the face from all the frowning and chewing during game time.

And he does the same for reader as well!! when she comes home and sees that look on her face, kicking her shoes off with a grunt and just immediately jumps into the shower so she can crawl into her pj’s and just lay on the couch….. him scooting over giving teacher!reader a shoulder massage and he just goes “kids, eh?” with a little grin when u grunt back a noise that sounds a lot like “fuuuuck ‘emmmm kids”

- sidney, on casual tuesday morning: oh. teacher kink. that’s a thing. *looks over at you gathering your bag and tucking your hair behind your shoulder, heeled boots on, teacher face On*

sidney: oh. o h.

reader: ? 👩‍🏫

sidney: 🧍🍆😳

okay okay okay i have been thinking….put my teacher reader au and your coach sidney together?!?!? madness. insane. i want it…i’ll make it…

#my asks #sidney crosby #coach!sidney

[kinq-sleazee]

Bad Romance | Katsuki Bakugo

18+ MDNI| TW! ProHero, Noncon, Drugging, Yandere, DARK CONTENT

♔ ♕ ♚ ♛

With years spent comfortably in the Top 5, Bakugo has witnessed the stuff of nightmares and still stood tall, but there’s a sort of gnawing terror that unfolds every-time he gets a letter.

Don’t worry about it , they said.

It’s apart of the job, they said.

Fans will be fans, they said.

But this wasn’t a regular fan was it ?

The letter now lay crumpled on the floor. Along with the loc of hair and lewd photo that had been attached—him with a fling he met during his impromptu getaway to the mountains.

Past letters weren’t this intense. Just subtle warnings for him to keep to himself. But, this letter was scathing. Full of betrayal and dejection as if he actually knew this person. As if he’d actually wronged them.

How could you , Katsuki ? Don’t you care at all ? How many times do I have to tell you ? You’re mines. Heroes are supposed to save people, not get them hurt; but, look at what you made me do… I don’t think you understand, Katsuki but it’s fine I’ll keep proving myself until you realize that I’m the only one for you. You don’t need anyone else, silly. Remember our night together? God—you were so pretty when you came. It was so good that I had to see it again, and again and again and again and again. Hehe— I pulled so much cum from you that night that I thought you might die ! Maybe I should post the pictures and let the public see how lewd their Number 2 can be ? I’ve already hurt one person and I’d hate to hurt you too.

This was going too far. How could they have even found out about this ? Hell— he didn’t even know where he was going when he hopped in his car and drove as fast and far as he could. Were they following him ?

That person had claimed before that they had been intimate but he he’d assumed they were being delusional. Now they claimed to have photos ! He couldn’t recall who it could’ve possibly been and he knows for a fact he’d never consent to having his photo taken. It was driving him insane.

“My office now” he snarled into the intercom and you bound in a few moments later. Eyes wide and brimming with concern. “Is everything okay, sir?” You asked, swallowing hard when you noticed the crumpled letter on his normally spotless floor.

Of course he’d made you aware of the letters. You were his secretary and he wanted you to remain diligent against potential threats. You did your best to filter out the fan mail but this person was crafty. You didn’t doubt Dynamight’s ability to keep you and everyone in the Ground Zero agency safe, but seeing him so rattled was unsettling.

“Have that sent to the lab to be traced for DNA or anything that can be traced to sender; also, contact the woman from that NDA— she may be injured or worse”.

You hurriedly gathered the evidence and headed back to your desk but not before smiling at Dynamight’s gruff thanks.

Bakugo couldn’t do much work that day. He spent his time in the office going over paperwork and stewing over the letter. He wouldn’t even leave to eat. You had to bring him in a sandwich and your special tea blend. When you came back the sandwich remained untouched but the tea was gone. He asked for a refill because it was soothing.

“Hey”.

You looked up to find Bakugo gazing down at you, slightly swaying. Alarmed you jumped up to steady.

“Omg, Dynamight Sir .. Are you okay !?!”

He swatted your hands away claiming that he was fine but once you let him go his knees started to buckle.

“Nuh uh— we’re going to the hospital—

“Don’t need a fuckin’ hospital” he slurred, “M’not weak, y/n”.

You felt your cheeks flush. He rarely addressed you by name and when he did it was with such sobering intensity.

“Umm— well you gotta go home, maybe I can call Deku too..

“Not letting that freak in my home” he grumbled, eyes started to close as he rested more of his weight on you.

“Red Riot ?”

He shook his head “no”.

You huffed, obviously exasperated by his difficult behavior.

“Fine, I’ll take you. Give me a second to get things sorted”.

It was about a thirty minute drive to Dynamight’s home. You let the two of you in with the emergency key he’d provided you after a year on the job. Bakugo didn’t trust many people so it was kind of a big deal.

His home was nice. Not too big. Not too small. It was perfect. Like him.

He was still moaning and whimpering about the headache he’d developed during the ride over.

You shushed him and guided him towards the master bedroom where you sat him on the bed. His crimson eyes followed you sleepily as you removed the pieces of his costume—sighing contently with each layer. He only interrupted when you reached his utility belt to undo his pants.

“Watcha’ doin’?” He blinked, and it was the second most adorable expression you’d ever seen on the man.

“M’takin’ care of you silly”. You shushed him with a hand through his hair and a soft peck to his forehead. He hummed, falling back onto the pillows to let you work.

Bakugo hissed when the cold air hit his shaft but he was quickly enveloped in warmth. It felt so good. That sticky warmth. He couldn’t help but rut his hips. He didn’t know what was happening but he did know that you were there. Taking care of him like always. No matter how unbearable he was you always remained there. Even when everyone else had left. You were all he had.

“F-friend” he whined, it was all he could manage. With that hot warmth smothering him and the cloudy hazy of his mind he was losing consciousness. He could barely register you moving on top of him to kiss behind his ear.

Silly man , you thought, smiling to yourself at the delicious stretch.

“I don’t wanna be friends”.

#♛♚|the king speaks #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo smut #mha smut #bakugo angst #mha angst #katsuki smut #bakugo x black reader

[waynes-multiverse]

Stay On My Side Tonight – Part 1

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F!Reader

Series Summary: One harmless call leads to a long night for Sheriff Arlen, who ends up gaining more than he ever expected.

Chapter Warnings: a bit of language, crack, a very public break-up, meet-cute (Wayne’s Version), handcuffs, mentions of cheating & divorce, puppy, flirting, teasing, sexual tension, innuendos, fluster, fluuuuuff

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This is when I realized I have a weird notion of meet-cutes, apparently. Well, I hope you snort right through this and leave with a blush in your cheeks and some warmth in your heart. Enjoy, loves & please let me know all your precious thoughts! 🖤

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With an exhaustive sigh, Sheriff Arlen shuts off the computer and falls back into the somewhat comfy desk chair, the old leather already scraping off at the edges. The sky outside the big window is dipped in a rich dark blue, the first faint hints of the Milky Way twinkling above while the horizon still shows remnants of a soft vanilla glow. Throwing on his hat and jacket, he heads out his office door, calling it a night.

“Already off the clock?”

The sheriff smiles when he finds Jenny leaning against the wall in the lobby. He already knows by her small grin that something interesting must’ve come up.

“Depends. What d’you got?”

“Little commotion downtown,” she replies vaguely as she pushes herself off the wall and stalks closer.

His brow furrows, bow legs taking a wider stance on the cream tiles. “About what?”

“Uh, I think you should see this one for yourself, Sheriff. Sounded fun on the phone. Wanna check it out?” the blonde says mysteriously and wiggles her eyebrows.

Beau chuckles with a soft shake of his head, “Man, you really know how to keep a guy interested, Hoyt.”

Indeed, the scene can be described as goddamn interesting when the pair arrive and exit the SUV.

A large crowd has gathered on the street, all of them exchanging whispered gossip behind palms and gawking at a young man who has his hands firmly tied around a lamp post. His denims are pooling around his boots, his bare ass is on full display, and there’s a target drawn in red lipstick around his… well, you can take an educated guess.

Opposite the poor bastard, the sheriff spots a young woman with a blindingly neon-orange rifle in her arms, determinedly aimed at her obvious target. She’s breathtakingly gorgeous, skin glowing underneath the spotlight of the street lamp, and while fuming from head to toe, he can’t help but admire the sparkling flames in her eyes. Luckily, he recognizes the weapon in her hands as a paintball gun, so he decides to let it play out. Whatever that idiot did to piss off that pretty lady, Beau assumes he probably had it coming.

“Well, gotta say, you don’t disappoint,” he tells Jenny, who smirks in response.

“Told ya – fun.”

“You wanna take this one?” A little part of him hopes she denies his offer, so he can talk to the woman who caught his green eyes himself. He’s unable to steer his mesmerized gaze away from her for too long, and it’s just a matter of time before Jenny notices his blatant ogling.

“Nah, you can have this one, Sheriff,” the blonde winks with a taunting smirk. “‘Sides, I really wanna see how you handle this one.”

“Alright, I see how it is,” he responds to her teasing and softly clears his throat. He exhales a little breath of nervousness before taking a large stride closer to the young woman with the angry wrinkles on her brow. “Good evening, miss. So, what do we have here? A little Wild West justice?”

“Well, it is Montana. I think my daddy would be proud,” she quips cleverly, though her eagle eyes don’t waver from her target once. But when she finally takes a quick scan of him, her eyebrows quirk together. “Who are you? Where’s Tubb?”

“Temporary Sheriff Arlen, miss. Started a week ago.”

“Shit,” she curses under her breath, her nose scrunching adorably. “I forgot about that.” Well, she clearly is thrilled to meet him, but to be fair, she seems a little preoccupied at the moment to fully appreciate all of him. “Can you call Tubb? I saved his wife’s cat. He owes me a favor.”

“She’s the local vet,” Jenny whispers into his ear for further context. The sheriff gives her a grateful nod.

“How about you just tell me what’s going on here and I promise I’ll try to help you as best as I can, alright?” Beau suggests. The distressed woman seems a bit like she’s in over her head.

Her eyes flicker to him every odd second as she ponders his offer and then accepts with a nod. “Alright, fine.”

“What’s your name, darlin’?”

At that, the woman questioningly lifts her eyebrow. “Darling?”

“You really gotta stop doing that,” Jenny reminds him in sing-song.

“Duly noted,” he mutters sarcastically and wonders if the blonde will ever cease her hazing antics.

“Can someone please untie me?!” the young man desperately yells and turns everyone’s attention back to him.

“Shut up, Kurt! You’re a lying, cheating piece of shit!” The woman determinedly adjusts the grip on the toy gun and squints her eyes at her presumed ex – aka the target.

“Whoa, easy there,” Beau tries to calm her, letting out a nervous chuckle as his hand carefully lowers her plastic weapon. She’s a feisty one, for sure. “Let’s talk about this, huh? You know the coffee at the station isn’t actually the worst.”

“No offense, but this seems a little more satisfying than chit-chat over mildly good coffee,” she counters, a bold smile shaping on her pink lips. “Wanna know something, Sheriff Arlen? I have a raccoon with rabies at my clinic. My first instinct was to lock ‘em in a cage together, let ‘em fight it out? But then I saw my nephew’s paintball gun in the corner. It was just calling out to me, y’know?”

“Well, I guess it’s good you didn’t go with your first gut on this one,” he jokes and dampens the amusement in his voice after seeing the little twinkle in her eyes. Goddammit, he’s supposed to be a calming influence, not encourage her itchy trigger finger further.

“Hey! You two couldn’t resist watching the show either, huh?” Cassie joins them with a grin as she squeezes through the crowd and folds her arms over her chest next to Jenny. “Did she get a shot in yet?”

“No, but I think she’s getting close,” the blonde deputy muses, chuckling.

“Okay, how about you two don’t encourage this, huh?” Beau scolds the two women but only receives challenging laughs in response. He rolls his eyes. He really needs to work on his authority to keep the peanut gallery in check. “Do I have to remind you two that this is technically still an ongoing assault and a potential kidnapping?”

“Whoa! I did not kidnap him,” the woman in crisis throws in and almost seems offended by his insinuation.

Shifting his focus back on her, he adjusts his hat and places his hands on his hips. “And how exactly did that guy end up tied to a pole?”

She shrugs innocently, “Found him like this.” When he shoots her a raised look, she rolls her eyes back and sighs, “Fine. Lured him here under false pretenses.”

“You said we’re gonna do somethin’ kinky, you bitch,” Kurt growls.

“Ey! Watch the language, pal,” Beau warns him with a stern glare.

“It ain’t my fault you’re a goddamn idiot, Kurt!” she shouts back and narrows her eyes to find the perfect angle on her prey as she raises the gun a little higher. “Oh, honey? Why don’t you bend over a little more, huh? You always seemed to enjoy that.”

Beau runs a hand over his freckled face and scratches his beard, assessing his options to settle the dispute. Once an idea hits him, he claps his palms together. “Okay, well, uhm, kidnapping or not – as soon as you take that shot, I’ll have to arrest you. You know that, right?”

Her head snaps to him, a broad and daring smirk forming on her lips now, “Is that a promise, Sheriff Arlen?”

Oh shit… He knows by the ardent fire burning in her orbs that his efforts will backfire, and sure enough, she takes the shot. He’s quite impressed.

Bullseye.

Two hours later, Sheriff Arlen is still at the station and hasn’t made it home yet, but he doesn’t mind that snakebit fact as much anymore. Once he has finished processing the paperwork and sent her whiny ex on his way, he saunters back to his office, where the fiery young woman is currently handcuffed to a chair. Figuring she wasn’t a huge threat or even remotely a flight risk, he didn’t see the need to lock her up in a jail cell. Frankly, she would’ve looked out of place there.

From the little intel he’s gathered on the scene, every single witness claimed they have seen nothin’ and vouched with their hand on their heart that she’s as sweet, kind, and helpful as they come. Clearly beloved and protected by everyone in the small town, he can tell she’s an incredibly bright, beautiful, and passionate young woman – a force of nature – and also a bit of a flirt on top of that. If he didn’t have to take his job so seriously, he would certainly opt to do a whole lot of other things to her in that position. His heart even starts pumping blood noticeably faster as soon as he steps back inside the room and reenters her irresistible orbit.

“So? What’s the verdict, Sheriff? Am I getting a prison girlfriend?” Curiously, she arches her eyebrow at him, the smirk on her lips making him swallow as he moves to her side and frees her from the cuffs.

“Had a quick chat with him. He ain’t gonna be pressing charges. You’re free to go,” he informs her with a small smile and clears his throat subtly. Her sweet scent, which is goddamn unavoidable in close proximity, causes his head to spin like a ballerina.

“Sheriff Arlen, did you rough him up a little for me?” she teases him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Beau chuckles wholeheartedly as he settles in his chair opposite her and rubs his mouth, his desk luckily separating the two of them and allowing him a precautious safety distance. “Still not the Wild West, Ms. Y/L/N. ‘Sides, sitting down already seemed painful enough for him,” he tells her and winks. “I think he just had an epiphany after our chat and realized he’s gonna have to lie in the bed he’s made.”

“Thank you,” she mouths and sends him a grateful smile, which audaciously melts his heart.

Honestly, he hopes the guy can’t sit comfortably in a chair for a whole month. What kind of idiotic asshole would cheat on this fantastic girl?

“Nah, just doing my job,” Beau says casually, hoping she can’t see the damn blush in his cheeks. “Your record is as clean as they come. ‘M guessing this was a one-time fluke?” He knows there’s nothing more to do than send her home but still finds himself asking more questions, his interest in the girl in front of him apparently unstoppable and developing a life of its own.

She nods and smiles bitterly, a bit of embarrassment expressed in the rosy color of her cheeks. “Yup, I’m stoked the whole town got to see my nervous breakdown.”

“Hey, if it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure they all sided with you on this one,” he assures her. “Hell, even my entire department did.”

She then contemplatively leans forward and bites down on her bottom lip before she lets it pop back into place. “You know, I actually think you owe me one, Sheriff.”

“Oh, do I? Alright, let’s hear it, darlin’,” he drawls in amusement and might lay the charm on a little too thick, considering the professional nature of their encounter.

“Yeah, see, before my little stunt, your arrival was the only town gossip. You’re welcome,” she grins and folds her hands in her lap, leaning back in her chair.

Chuckling, he bobs his head and clicks his tongue. “Alright, I see… How about a ride home for your gracious sacrifice, Ms. Y/L/N?”

Her grin widens, the spark in her eyes blazing even brighter. “Deal. And you can call me Y/N, by the way.”

“You sure I can’t take you all the way home?” Beau checks as he watches her unlock the door to her vet clinic, located not too far away from the earlier crime scene. There’s no reason for him to come inside with her, his head telling him to go on home, but the nuisance in his ribcage keeps screaming at him to stay right where he is and never leave her side again.

“Yeah, I have surgery scheduled in the morning. Still need to prep. Got a little distracted earlier,” she jokes and smiles cheekily, the crescent moonlight softly illuminating her face, “But the job doesn’t wait. Still gotta take someone else’s balls tomorrow.”

“Well, I’ll give you that. You’re certainly good at it.”

When the door springs open, she instantly squats down and is greeted by a German Shepherd, happily wagging his tail upon recognizing her. Beau can’t blame the dog even for a second; he’d bolt into her embrace too, if he could.

“Hey, Cap. Held the fort down while I was gone?” She ruffles through the brown fur with a bright smile, earning her several licks from her companion.

“Yours?” he asks and takes his hat off as she lets him inside and switches on the lights. The clinic is small, cozy, and welcoming, every corner decorated with something uniquely personal that tells him something about her, making him wish he could learn the story behind each item.  

“Uh, no. My girl’s at home,” she shares. “The Captain here came to me a month ago. One of your deputies actually brought him in. His owner was some abusive drunk.”

“Seems like he enjoys it a lot more here with you,” Beau smiles and pets the Captain’s head, who immediately leans into his touch.

“Yeah, but unfortunately, he bit the asshole, so if I don’t find a home for him soon, I’ll have to put him down,” she tells him sadly.

“Can’t you take him?” He’s aware she probably can’t adopt every poor animal that crosses her path, but the Captain’s puppy dog eyes are hard to resist.

She sighs loudly and rises to her feet, “I would, but my Aussie is a bratty only child. And this one is practically love-starved. Needs all the solo attention he can get.”

The Captain seems to agree with his foster mom and barks, swiftly bringing the sheriff a tennis ball.

“He really seems to like you,” Y/N comments, giggling.

“Yeah, he’s a good boy,” Beau smiles softly, his hand automatically reaching to scratch the dog’s head while the vet starts preparing a few items on the metal examination table.

“You moved here from Texas, right?”

He can’t help but smile at her curiosity, filing it as a good sign. “Yeah, did the town gossip tell ya that?”

“Sure did,” she grins. “Why the move, if I may ask?”

“I was actually retired… sorta. Moved here for my ex-wife and kid. But then Sheriff Tubb called and asked for a favor, so here I am,” he explains and tries not to seem too flustered, albeit he’s failing miserably.

“Was she your ex before or after the move?”

“Before. Married some tech guy recently.”

“And you still moved? Wow. Ballsy,” she whistles lowly and grins.

“Says the woman who I just caught shooting her ex’s ass with a paintball gun a few hours ago,” he retorts with a loud laugh.  

“Exactly. That’s what people call a farewell,” she counters playfully. “I mean, I get moving for the kid, but what’s the plan here? Are you waiting for your ex’s new marriage to fall apart, so you can swoop back in? That’s pretty damn dark, Sheriff. Kinda like it.”

Laughingly, he shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like that… I think.”

She snorts, “Very convincing. Good luck with that. Lemme know if you ever need to borrow my nephew’s paintball gun.”

Honestly, it’s not the worst idea of the night she’s had. Aside from that, his abs already hurt like hell as he rubs a few more tears out of the corners of his eyes. “Well, I hope I don’t have to take you up on that offer. But hey, if I ever need to get rid of one of my daughter’s boyfriends once she starts datin’, I know who to call.”

“Gladly. I’ll keep it close by,” she sends him a wink and laughs, the honey-sweet sound warming his heart. “Don’t you ever get lonely on your own here?”

“Sometimes, but the fishing spots here are pretty damn nice, so that evens it out a little,” he says lightheartedly and kneels down to give the Captain more pets, placing his hat on the countertop to free both hands.

“You know, the Captain here would actually make an excellent police dog. He’s very smart, fast learner, brave, excellent sense of smell, amazing swimmer, and he clearly hates bad people. He’s also great with kids. Loves my little nephew,” she notes ambiguously as she sterilizes her instruments. “Guess that’s why they say a dog is man’s best friend. Bet it helps with the loneliness, too. It’s kinda nice having someone wait for you when you come home, you know?”

Pursing his lips, he straightens up and suspiciously tilts his head at her, the corners of his mouth curving up. “Are you hitting on me, Doc?”

She beams a thousand-watt smile and angles her body towards his, the gesture causing his Adam’s apple to bob. “No? Pretty sure I’m just trying to convince you to take the Captain home with you.”

“Oh.” His face falls, the heat rising to his cheeks as the embarrassment hits him like a tornado, his gaze landing on the dog as he wishes he could disappear under his hat like a Houdini act. “Huh.”

“Why? Did you want me to hit on you, Sheriff Arlen?” she inquires, the brazen smirk on her lush lips filling his mind with endless thoughts of tasting them.

Musingly, he leans against the examination table, his juniper eyes flickering between her and the German Shepherd. “If I take the dog, does the pretty vet come with it?”

The smile she sends him is flirtatious and infectious all the same. “Well, the pretty vet is the only one around for seventy miles, so it’s safe to assume. Choice is really yours.”

One last look into the Captain’s eyes makes the decision for him. “Alright, guess you’re coming home with me, Cap.”

“Yay, Cap! Did you hear? Are you excited, buddy?” Y/N happily gives the dog a few more cuddles, who wags his tail with the same enthusiasm. “I can give you a few supplies for the night that I have lying around here until the two of you can make it to a pet store.”

“Thanks, ‘cause I honestly got nothing for the poor fella,” Beau chuckles gratefully.

“You got a couch? He loves the couch,” she tells him.

“That I can provide,” he nods, smiling.

“Man, I’m a good match-maker,” she sasses, grabbing a pen and a contact card from her desk before scribbling something on it. “Here’s the number of the clinic and my private one in case of an emergency. Just call if you have questions or need a dog-sitter. Anything, really.”

“Great, uhm, thank you.” When his hand reaches out to take the card from her, it’s a struggle to not let it tremble as his heart pounds exceptionally fast and almost bursts through its ribbed cage, her enchanting smile indefinitely burying him six feet under.

As Sheriff Arlen then finally arrives home at the end of a long night with his companion in tow, he’s still not able to wipe the damn smile off his face. He hangs his jacket, hat, and gun holster by the door, striving off his boots in the entryway as Cap already curls up on his big couch. Plopping down on the empty space next to his new partner, he fishes out her card from his back pocket and stares some more at it, stupidly smiling all the way through. Cap then puts his head in his lap and looks expectantly up at him with a little whimper.

“Don’t worry, buddy. Hopefully, you won’t have to miss your mom for too long,” Beau assures him with a certain confidence in his deep voice.

In rare cases, staying the night really does seem to pay off.

Part 2

Can you tell this used to be a one-shot? But c’mon, they clearly want to bone. I couldn’t possibly leave it there, could I? I’m not a monster 🤷‍♀️

THOUGHTS

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Platonic (could be interpreted as romantic) Mammon X Reader

Also a bit of platonic Luke X Reader

Angst🌧️ -> Comfort⛅ (-> Chaos🌪️)

TW: academic validation, school sucks, MC has daddy issues

Word count: 823

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A/N: Hii, it's my first post here. Hope you like it

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When life on Earth was a hard task, the one with the seven Princes of Hell in Devildom isn't much easier. Not only does the RAD have very high expectations for its students, so you often found yourself barely getting any sleep just to finish some tasks and study, but the brothers are a pain.

Their constant bickering, calling each other names and then coming to you for reassurance or to get things of their shoulders was tiring. Between Lucifer complaining about the others driving him crazy, Asmodeus being insecure about his looks, and Mammon just wanting comfort and few nice words coming from you, you barely found time for bettering your own mental health. You loved them dearly, but being the therapist friend and feeling good about yourself almost never worked together.

One day the teacher gave back the tests you spent ages studying for. You felt pretty confident about getting an okay-ish grade, but when the teacher put the white as snow paper with the red like blood marks you felt as if a knot was tightening in your stomach. Even after studying so much you.. didn't pass. You quickly pinched the bridge of your nose to avoid any tears forming in your eyes and started counting the points, maybe the teacher made a mistake? They didn't, you really didn't pass.

Before you could get of out the class and go home, since it was your last the teacher told you to stay in class for a bit longer. Once everyone left they sat at their desk and with a disappointed look said:

"You didn't pass, I'm very disappointed. You should have studied more".

You quickly left the building and made your way towards HoL, wanting to barricade yourself in your room as quickly as possible.

You locked the door and jumped on the wooden bed with grey duvets, finally feeling safe in the closed space of your room. You left a few sniffles, as the words said by your teacher lingered in your memories. They reminded you of your dad, never showing any signs of being proud, yet always nitpicking every mistake you made.

Tears started forming in your eyes as you tried to muffle your voice by covering your mouth with a hand. You whispered:

"Haven't I given enough?"

to yourself as tears started streaming down your cheeks and started gathering on the pillow. You held your duvet tighter, as if was the only form of comfort you believed you deserved. You heard voices in your head and they were laughing at you:

"You're such a failure. You never can do anything right. You don't deserve anyone"

But before you could do anything about them you heard a song coming from your phone. It seems that someone was calling you. You quickly wiped away your tears, not wanting to ruin the facade of feeling fine even for yourself and looked at the screen. It was Luke. You answered and with your hoarse voice said:

- Yes Luke?

- MC, are you sick? You don't sound the best. Hold on for a while - the angel anwsered as he ended the call

Not so long after that, you heard a knock on your door. You staggered towards it thinking if you should open it, when you heard Mams voice:

- MC, Luke told me ya are sick. Why didn't ya tell me. I've got some tea and meds.

You unlocked the doors and opened them, so that the white haired demon could walk in. He set the things he was holding on your night table, then walking over to you. He gently patted your head saying: "You gotta take better care of yourself. Are you okay?"

That last sentence was too much for you. Tears started pouring out of your eyes as you hugged the demon tightly, to hide them. He was surprised at first from the sudden action, but then started softly stroking your back. He whispered: "Do ya wanna talk about it?", not wanting to startle you. When you shook your head, he asked again "How 'bout cuddles, and a little nap?", which to you agreed.

He laid on your bed, opening his arms so that he could embrace you later on. You joined him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes started getting heavy and both of you started falling asleep accompanied by the sound of each other's heartbeat.

Extra ending:

You heard a loud knock on your door, stirring you awake. But before you could get up and do anything the door was kicked down. A certain demon with orange hair appeared in your room and asked:

- Do you have any snacks in your room? I'm hungry.

You laid there dumbfounded. Beel decided to leave the room but then a small blonde hair angel barged in yelling:

- I CAME HERE TO THE RESCUE... oh.. um, is it a bad time?

Luke ran out of your room as quickly as he could. You looked at Avatar of Greed peacefully sleeping beside you. In pure disbelief you said:

- How tf aren't you awake by now?

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