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newfound emotions - rowan laslow

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requested: yes! requests: open! Helloo I really like your rowan fics I love how you characterize him, and I love the enemies to lovers so maybe you could do a part two of that enemies to lovers fic with the reader and Rowan spending time together and one of them confessing unintentionally, i just want sum fluff (♡μ_μ)

I LOVED YOUR ROWAN ENEMIES TO LOVERS FANFIC SM, I JUST NEED MORE OF THAT 😫😫😫 (if you want ofc c:)))

AN: WAHH im glad you liked it! thank you for liking how i write rowan :') we don't have too much information abt him from the netflix show, so i am secretly (not so secretly) hoping that he will return in season two :) for now, thank you, and have fun reading!

wordcount: 2.916 warnings: she/her reader, xavier is mentioned/in scenes, friends to lovers, high reader, talk about weed

After finally getting back and being scolded by your teachers, you hang out with Rowan more and more. Much to everyone's surprise.

"And where have you been, miss Y/L/N and mister Laslow?"

"We," you raise your eyebrows. "Got stuck in the rain, had to walk back, and then we had to sleep in some abandoned-looking hotel until we could get a bus back."

Principal Weems leans back in her chair, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. You looked like you just woke up - you did. You had accidentally fallen asleep while on the bus, Rowan waking you up again. This time, softly. No elbow to the ribs, but instead, soft taps on your shoulders. He even carried your bag to Nevermore.

You had ended up in the office, standing in front of Weems awkwardly. She only blinked, before breathing in deeply.

"Okay. You have missed classes today," she looks at the two of you sternly. "You can get the homework from the teachers, make sure to finish that. You are dismissed."

You give Rowan a look before turning around, leaving the office and finally sighing as the door closes behind the two of you. How was it your fault that they left without you? Sure, you should have been at the bus on time, but they should have done their job to make sure everyone was there.

"So," he lets out an awkward laugh. "Ready to catch up on some sleep?"

"I'm already as awake as I can be," you smile. "Maybe we can go for breakfast?"

"Quad or Weathervane?"

"Oh," you exclaim. "Weathervane, for sure! Have you ever had their cinnamon rolls?"

"Cinnamon rolls for breakfast?"

"Let's put our stuff away and go to the Weathervane. I am not taking this bag again and I really want to change into a new set of clothes."

Rowan agrees with you, sending you a quick smile before walking off to his own room. It still quite confused you to suddenly be so... friendly, with him. You had completely forgotten that that is how it started. To be honest, you didn't even realize that Rowan had heard it.

When Rowan enters his dorm, he sees Xavier waiting for him already.

"Man, where were you?!"

"Oh, hey," he awkwardly greets his roommate. "Yeah, uh, Weems kinda left me and Y/N stranded at that museum."

"Jesus," the boy grimaces. "In the storm? And with Y/N? Sounds like your nightmare."

Though Xavier knows all about the little fights between you and Rowan. He is friends with both of you, so he often heard both sides of whatever argument it was.

"No," he shakes his head. "We went to get a hotel after running through the rain."

Xavier doesn't hear any mean remarks about how you were annoying, stupid, dumb, or anything else. Something rather unusual.

"No fighting?"

"Eh," Rowan lets out a laugh. "A little bit. Apparently, she didn't even remember why we started fighting."

Xavier leans against his desk, raising an eyebrow. He had heard multiple times about the origin of Rowan and his hatred for you. Not only that, but the conversation was actually between you and Xavier.

"We actually made up."

"Huh?" Xavier exclaims with a laugh. "Is that real? I have never seen people bicker as much as the two of you."

The bag that sat on Rowan his shoulder gets placed on the floor as he pulls everything out. Some of the stuff was still damp as there was no place for all of it to dry. Even the notebook that was hidden in the bottom of the bag had not fully survived.

"Yeah, it's real," he nods. "Apparently, she did like me back then."

"Oh, I totally thought that already. But then she made that comment and it completely- poof."

All the damp clothes get discarded into the bathroom as Rowan quickly pulls a flannel and zip-up hoodie out of his closet. It might not be the most fashionable thing, but at least he feels comfortable in it. Why is he suddenly nervous about what he is wearing? He never had this feeling but now...

"You leaving already?"

The boy nods, stuffing his wallet and phone in the pocket of his jeans. He nervously glances in the mirror before spraying some perfume on his neck.

"Yeah, I uh- We are going to get breakfast. Neither of us ate anything since like, yesterday."

"You and Y/N?"

Rowan only nods, fixing his hair before walking up to the door. He says goodbye to Xavier, but doesn't really get a response. The boy is too busy muttering to himself, asking what the hell has happened that made you and Rowan turn into friends.

The boy didn't remember asking you where to meet, so he patiently waited in the Quad. He saw you coming down the stairs already, so he wiped his hands on his pants before walking over. Jesus, Rowan, why are you so nervous? You literally fought with each other yesterday, but the conversations throughout the night changed everything.

"Rowan! Hey," you smile, slightly out of breath from running down the stairs.

You had changed your clothing, switching to something dry and more comfortable. You have a tote bag on your shoulder - you didn't need a lot of things anyway.

"Ready for breakfast?"

It didn't stop at breakfast.

Weeks passed when you and Rowan would hang out. It nearly happens every single day now. Be it while sitting together in class, meeting up in one of your dorms, or even going to Jericho.

There have been moments where you really wanted to hit yourself in the head for how dumb you acted in the past. Maybe even you just admitted to Xavier that day. If you had just admitted to him that you had a huge crush on Rowan. What would have happened then? Maybe you would have even been dating- No.

Come on! You can't think that. You spent months bickering and fighting with Rowan. You thought that your crush would have faded by now - and for a bit, it actually did. But hearing that Rowan actually used to like you, sparked a bit of hope in your heart.

You now lay with your stomach down on Rowan his bed, flipping through the book you were reading. He sat at his desk, scribbling away in his notebook which is now filled with most of his homework.

"Hey, Y/N?"

You hum in response, looking up from your book.

"Do you have more paper? I think I ran out."

"Yeah, of course! It's in my bag."

He thanks you with a big smile, pushing his chair to reach your bag. He opens the zipper, taking out your sketchbook. You always had a few spare pieces of paper stuck in it, just in case you needed them. Rowan places the sketchbook on his desk, opening it to take some of the paper out, pausing for a second when he sees what is on the rest of the pages.

On the paper that actually is stuck in the sketchbook is his own face, perfectly drawn. It is almost like he is staring into a mirror. When he glances at you, he sees that your nose is still stuck in the book, so he quietly closes the sketchbook again, a faint smile on his face.

When he is finally done with his homework, he sits down next to you on the bed, reading along with you. Not that he is that focused on the book. He feels very nervous to sit this close to you, but he does not mind being here. You still lay on your stomach as he sits up, his head leaning down to see the text on the pages.

He might have been leaning down for too long as his glasses snip off of his nose, falling on your book. You let out a laugh before taking hold of the item, pushing yourself up to sit opposite Rowan.

"You need to get these fixed," you hum, cleaning the glass before holding it up to the light, making sure that it is actually clean.

"Yeah," Rowan sighs, "I am just too lazy."

You laugh again before softly placing the glasses back on his nose, making sure the legs are tucked behind his ears before softly dropping your hand back in your lap. Your eyes are still focused on him as you breathe in shakily. Rowan blinks a few times, his heart beating faster as the two of you slowly inch closer to each other. Is this it? Is this the moment?

Footsteps outside of the door can be heard before it opens, you and Rowan pulling away from each other as you quickly grab hold of your book again, nervously looking at the door.

"Hey, Y/N, hey, Rowan."

"Hey Xavier," you both respond in unison.

Not long after, you decided to go to your own dorm, telling Rowan that you have homework to do and that you really had to focus. After giving him a quick hug, you left for your own dorm. You had to get your head straight.

It returned back to normal after that awkward encounter. You still sat together during classes, still spent time with him in his dorm, and you still felt hopelessly in love with him. Something about that moment just... changed things. For the better? Hopefully. You wished to actually do whatever your heart was set on.

Today was the day when Yoko planned another cocktail party. You don't really drink, but there wouldn't really be any alcohol anyway. You were sure that you would be able to get some of Ajax his stuff. Even though you aren't in the Nightshades, you are befriended by everyone in the group, so you are still invited to their private parties.

You were in charge of snacks, and oh, did you live up to the expectations. You arrived with bags full of chips, chocolate, muffins, and even a cake. The grocery store in Jericho must be entirely sold out by now. The only people already in the library are Ajax, Yoko, and Bianca. The Siren is already holding a glass filled with liquid and Ajax has a lit joint in his mouth. When he sees you approach the group he grins, holding out the lit joint for you while snatching a bag of chips out of your backpack.

After all the food is placed on the table, you hear more footsteps come down the stairs. Rowan and Xavier are talking, saying hello to the group before sitting down on the makeshift couch. You hand the joint back to Ajax, thanking him before carefully making your way to the chair you sat in before. Your mind feels a bit hazy in the most comfortable way possible. It is like you have a thick blanket draped over your shoulders.

The party was a big success.

Almost all of the food got eaten, a ton of drinks got consumed, and Ajax even let you roll some more joints from which some of them also got smoked. The only ones completely sober are Rowan and Enid, both sipping a mocktail instead. During the night, you switched seats with Xavier. He now sat in the chair as you sat on the couch, right next to Rowan. You slowly slouch down the couch more and more, your eyes droopy and tinted red.

You listen to the story he is telling, his hands moving while he talks. Though you can barely focus on most of the words he says, the feeling of him speaking still makes you feel... something. You look up at him from your position as you nearly lay with your head in his lap. His eyelashes are long, making his eyes look even more magical than they normally do. The way his lips move as he talks is almost as mesmerizing as the way his eyes sparkle while talking.

He doesn't even seem to care that your head is in his lap as his hand makes its way to your hair without him even thinking about it. He still sips his drink while talking with Xavier and Kent, though now also stroking your hair and twirling a strand of it around his finger.

"I think it's time to go," Rowan looks down at you, a smile on his face. "Before you actually fall asleep."

Huh? You fell asleep?

You slowly sit up, licking your lips. Your mouth feels disgustingly dry.

"Yeah, us too."

You barely register the people around you moving as you look at only Rowan. He reaches behind him, holding out a bottle of water to you. You take it, whispering a thank you before taking a big gulp.

"I'm going to drop Y/N off at her dorm."

"Alright," Xavier nods, raising his eyebrow as he grins. "Night Rowan, night Y/N!"

"G'night Xavier," you yawn, clinging onto Rowan his arm as he guides you upstairs.

He smells so nice. The smell used to disgust you. Wood, flowers, citrus. Even a hint of fruit. You want everything to smell like it now. Your clothing, your bed, your shampoo - you just want him.

"Come on, sleepyhead," you hear Rowan chuckle. "Almost at your dorm. Before Thornhill sees you, huh?"

"I'm not a sleepyhead," you respond, a yawn cutting you off.

"Sure," Rowan nods. "And you aren't high either, are you?"

You turn your head to face him, stopping in your tracks. But, your movements are way slower than they should be. Rowan just watches you with an amused expression, his hand on the small of your back to hold you steady as you still think about something to say.

Nothing comes out, so you just giggle before walking again. He makes you feel so giddy and excited. There is no way to explain it. Maybe it is because you're high. No, you also feel like this when you aren't.

"Here we go," Rowan opens your door, guiding you inside before making you sit on the bed. "Shoes?"

You slowly undo your laces, your eyes unfocusing every few seconds. In the meanwhile, Rowan has already taken a pair of pajamas out of your closet, placing them next to you before heading into the bathroom. There is toothpaste on your toothbrush and make-up remover in his hands.

"Go brush your teeth," he says, making you groan. "Come on, you're going to regret it in the morning."

He knows you too well. You quickly brush your teeth, changing in the bathroom before stepping out. He hands you a wipe as you wipe off your make-up, slipping underneath your covers.

"Good night, Y/N," Rowan smiles, a glass of water on your bedside table as you shake your head.

"I have to tell you something."

"Hm?"

Rowan looks at you with an amused look, sitting at the edge of your bed. Your eyes are tinted red, and he knew that you were high. He finds it very funny, actually.

You would always come up with the weirdest things, and considering he did not smoke, he just learned how to go with it.

"You are so pretty," the whisper leaves your lips.

His heart stops beating for a second. Sure, he has hugged you, even held your hand, and you have fallen asleep on him more times than he can count. The two of you almost kissed before but never talked about it ever again.

"I'm serious," you yawn. "If you were my boyfriend - God. So gorgeous. Really."

A blush raises to his cheeks as he breathes in deeply, brushing your hair out of your face one last time before smiling, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"You are gorgeous too," he smiles at you fondly before switching your night lamp off. "Goodnight."

"No kiss?"

Rowan laughs before shaking his head.

"Tomorrow. When you're sober."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

When the door behind him closes, he breathes in shakily. Where did all the sudden courage come from? Normally, he wouldn't really say something like that out loud. He wants to kiss you, that is for sure, but to promise one tomorrow? God, he wishes you would forget. But, being high is not the same as being drunk... Right?

It is early in the morning as Rowan finishes tying his tie. Xavier left even earlier than him, wanting some time in the art shed before heading to class. The boy runs his hand through his hair one last time, checking his appearance in the mirror once more before a knock is heard on the door. Is Xavier back?

When he opens it, he sees you, smiling brightly while holding onto your backpack.

"Good morning," he smiles. "Come in."

You skip in, your bag now on the ground as you sit down on his neatly made bed. The two of you have the usual talk - how are you feeling today, any plans, did you make all your homework? Then, it is time to head out. But, before Rowan places his hand on the door handle, you stop him.

"Hey, Rowan?"

"Yeah?"

He turns around, seeing you much closer to him than he expected. You look up at him with a smile on your face and one eyebrow raised.

"Little birdie told me that someone promised me something yesterday," you huff, though the smile never leaving. "A kiss, perhaps?"

Shit. You remember. Rowan opens his mouth nervously, blinking before closing it again.

"Only... Only if you want," he looks at you almost nervously.

You softly place your hands on his cheeks, looking up at him.

"From you? Always."

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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HI BAE ok no pressure at all take ur time BUT can i request a fake dating to real dating trope w levi & gn!reader. maybe slight angst to comfort/happy ending & could be a bit ooc if u want. IK ITS NOT THE HOLIDAY YET BUT maybe hange wouldnt stop teasing abt how levis single & #bitchless & valentines day is nearing & levi just blurts out that ur his valentine & him w u to shut hange up & hanges like |⊙o⊙|. so levi hurriedly asks u to play along his fake dating/vday scheme for his sake (u actually secretly like him) & agree to help him. along the way u both start to fall for e.o but ur aware its just for face u ignore ur feelings & continue w the act up until vdays over meaning ur act would be too. so u wish to levi u hope the act went well & part ways to ~lessen ur pain~ but levi stops u before u leave saying he actually wants it to be real this time & to stay w u🥹

I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this. I think I've started over more times than I can count :'). I feel like this is such a wonderful request, but it somehow felt like I couldn't do it justice. I hope you somewhat like it.

Hope everyone's doing fine 🤍✨

Word Count: 2.550

‘Have you ever had a girlfriend?’, Hange’s red cheeks gave away that she may have too much to drink.

‘No’, Levi let out an annoyed sigh.

‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’, she took another sip, a smirk on her face. ‘You’re even more of a pain in the ass when you’re drunk, you know that?’.

‘That’s a no. Right, Erwin? He’s never kissed a girl, I’m sure of it’.

‘Tell her to shut up, Erwin’, Levi’s cold eyes followed Hange’s drunk gestures. ‘You know… It’s Valentine's Day next month. Spending it in your office again?’.

He didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he felt the need to lie, but before he could even think about it …

‘No’, Levi sighed while looking at the ceiling, ‘I’m going on a date’.

‘Right’, Hange laughed while trying to keep herself from crying as she wrapped her arm around her stomach, ‘A date? With whom?’.

‘A date?’, Erwin frowned, his arms leaning on the table, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone?’.

Why did his heart start to race? Was he seriously panicking? Over something this petty?

‘Is it someone of the Corps? It has to be. You never go out!’ Hange leaned over the table, her nose almost touching Levi’s.

The Corps? It had to be someone from the Corps. She would never believe him if he told her it was someone from the city…

‘Y/N’.

‘What?’, Erwin’s eyes slightly widened, ‘Y/N? Squad leader Y/N?’.

‘Never’, Hange sat back down, ‘They would’ve told me’.

‘I told them not to’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared into Hange’s. He couldn’t look at Erwin, because Erwin would see right through his lies.

‘Fine, I’ll ask them’, Hange raised her hands as she stood up from the table, ‘They’re probably in their room right now so…’.

‘Don’t be childish’, Levi closed his eyes, trying to remain calm as his heart was racing, ‘You can ask them tomorrow, I don’t care’.

‘I will’, she narrowed her eyes. ‘Good’, Levi placed down his cup, ‘I’m going to my office. See you tomorrow’.

He lazily raised his hand in the air as he heard the ‘goodnights’ from his friends.

‘Shit’, his pace fastened as his mind started to race. Why did he get himself into this mess?

‘Just knock’, his fist hovered over your door, ‘Just ask. They don’t mind’.

He carefully knocked on your door, straightening his back while doing so.

‘L-Levi?’, you widened your eyes, ‘Is everything okay?’. ‘I did a stupid thing’, he sighed as he leaned against your doorframe. ‘Huh?’, you tried to ignore how close he was; how his scent made your cheeks burn. ‘I told Hange and Erwin you’re my date for Valentine. So, if you could pretend that we’re dating-’.

‘W-what?’, your eyes flew open, your teeth nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. ‘She kept teasing me, about how I’ve never been with someone and I…’, he took a deep breath before continuing, ‘I told her I had a date and when she asked with whom, I blurted out your name. Probably because you’re the only squad leader that’s-‘.

He frowned as he took in the sight in front of him. You were blushing, head turned towards the ground in shame. To be honest, you looked as if you were about to cry.

‘Are you alright?’, his cold gaze studying every part of your body, ‘Look. You don’t have to play along, but I would really appreciate it’.

‘Okay’, you shyly responded, eyes still fixed on the ground. ‘Really?’. ‘Hm’, you nodded in response. ‘Thanks’, a cold sigh before he turned around, ‘Goodnight’.

‘N-night’, a response too quiet for him to hear.

---

‘Morning’, Levi sat down next to you, ‘Done with interrogating them, Hange?’. ‘Can’t believe you didn’t tell me’, she pouted. ‘Did you sleep well?’, Levi placed his hand on your thigh, softly pinching it. ‘I-I did’, a nervous giggle, butterflies dancing in your stomach. ‘Good. ‘I’ll see you after training? Thought we could eat something together’. ‘S-sounds good’. ‘Perfect, I’ll see you tonight then’, a soft kiss on your cheek before he walked away.

He never did this before, but somehow it felt natural to him. His hand on your thigh, the feeling of your soft cheeks, your musky scent…

‘Levi?’, you ran behind him, trying to catch up. ‘What?’. ‘D-do we really see each other tonight or-‘, ‘Of course not. I have better things to do’.

But he wanted to. If he was being honest, he wanted to have dinner with you.

‘Sorry’, you tried to hide your disappointment, ‘I’ll see you at the meeting then’.

---

‘I’m going to bed’, you stretched yourself before getting up, ‘See you guys tomorrow’.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’.

‘I’m sorry?’, you nervously looked into his tired eyes.

‘Tsk’, Levi stood up from his chair as he walked towards you, ‘Goodnight kid’. Two rough hands met your soft cheeks, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

He didn’t want to do this. No, he only did this, so people really believed him. That’s what he told himself, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that your soft lips tasted like honey or that your little whimper sounded so sweet.

‘Night’, you hastily made your way to the door, too embarrassed to look at the others.

‘Aaaaaa’, Hange couldn’t hide her excitement anymore, ‘I never expected to see you kiss someone!!!’. ‘You’re not the only one’, a smirk on Erwin’s face. ‘Shut up’, Levi coldly looked at his friends, ‘I’ll be in my office’.

Why? Why was he suddenly standing in front of your door again? He was walking to his office, so why was it so hard to walk past your room?

‘Kid?’, a soft knock on your door.

No answer.

‘Y/N?’, his hand on your door, slowly opening it. He knew he couldn’t enter without you answering, but he had to check. He had to know that you were fine.

‘H-huh?’, two scared eyes looking into his.

Awkward. This was the most awkward moment he ever experienced.

‘L-levi?’, your bottom lip trembling in embarrassment as you clumsily tried to hold some sheets in front of your body, ‘Y-you-‘.

He wanted to look away. He even tried to, but the way you hastily grabbed the sheets, the way they were trying to cover up your perfect figure as you sat in your underwear in your bed… He couldn’t look away.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixed on your messy sheets as your shaking hands tried to hold them as close as possible to your body.

‘I’m sorry. I knocked but when you didn’t answer I was worried-‘. ‘I-it’s fine’, your voice shaking. ‘I should probably go. I’ll see you tomorrow’. ‘Hm’, a nervous hum in response.

With every step he took further away from you, the more his heart filled with regret.

---

Weeks passed, and he couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny the warm, tingly feeling he got every time his hand intertwined with yours, or the disappointment he felt when he didn’t kiss you goodnight because there was no one in the room to see. After all, this was still an act. He didn’t care about you; he wouldn’t allow himself that privilege. The privilege of caring about someone, of being cared for. He wouldn’t place such a burden on himself.

‘Valentine's Day is next week’, Levi sighed as he grabbed some tea from the cupboard. ‘I know’, you softly smiled as you took a bite from your apple, leaning against the kitchen counter, ‘Shouldn’t you be at Erwin’s meeting? Hange’s there’.

There it was again. Your smile. He loved, but hated it just as much.

‘Levi?’, you frowned as he kept staring at you, his lips tightly pressed together. ‘I’m sorry’, he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from you. ‘Can I ask you something?’, a shy step towards him, your head lowered towards the ground. ‘What?’, a forced, firm expression on his face. You didn’t know what you were thinking, but you clearly weren’t when you wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, ‘Do you-‘.

No. You couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t let this happen.

‘Don’t’, he interrupted you, his arms coldly resting next to his body, ‘Don’t do this. Don’t make it awkward between us. I only asked you this because there’s no one else in the Corps I could’ve asked’. His hand softly pinching your arm as he pushed you away, ‘There’s just one week left Y/N. I’ll never talk to you again if I don’t have to after this, so please don’t embarrass yourself’.

He pretended he didn’t notice your insecure stance, or the tears building up in the corner of your eyes. It was better like this. After Valentine’s Day, you two could be strangers again and everything he was feeling now would fade away.

---

‘What’s it like being in a relationship with the Captain? Is he romantic?’. ‘Sasha, you can’t ask something like that. Idiot!’, Jean softly smacked the back of her head. ‘It’s nice’, you smiled back at her, ‘He isn’t always an asshole’.

‘Who isn’t?’.

‘No one’, you quickly replied as he sat down next to you. ‘Go sit at another table, I have to discuss something’. ‘A-ai, Captain’, two nervous smiles as Jean and Sasha got up.

‘Which restaurant do you want to go to on Valentine’s Day?’. You chuckled, shaking your head in response, ‘None’. ‘I’ll choose then’.

Choose? He’d made the reservation weeks ago. He knew perfectly well where he was going to have dinner with you.

‘I don’t want to go. I’ll be happy once this shit-show is over’.

This wasn’t like you. You never acted so cold towards him.

‘I’m sorry-‘, ‘Don’t’, you interrupted him, ‘Just a couple of days’.

This is what he wanted, right? He wanted you to hate him, to be disgusted by him… So why did it feel so wrong? Why did he care?

‘Kiss me’. ‘Excuse me?’, you frowned. ‘Hange’s watching. Don’t want her to see through this’.

At this point, he didn’t understand what he was doing, or feeling for that matter. He knew Hange wasn’t watching. He knew no one was, but it’s been days since he felt your touch, and he needed it, more than anything.

‘F-fine’, cheeks already blushing.

He didn’t know why he pulled you closer, why he decided to kiss you like this during lunch, when everyone saw him. He didn’t care that his hand grabbed your waist as his other cupped your cheek. That he decided to kiss you with more passion than usual.

‘Sorry’, that’s all he could say when he saw how confused you felt as you quickly headed inside.

---

‘Got you this’, Levi let out a cold sigh as he handed you the bag, ‘Wear this tomorrow’. ‘W-what?’, your brows pulled together as you carefully grabbed the bag. ‘I already made a reservation in a nice restaurant at the beginning of this, so we’re going tomorrow’. ‘I-I don’t want to’.

‘I don’t care. We’re going. I want Hange to know I spent at least one Valentine’s Day with someone. Otherwise, she’ll bother me again next year’. ‘F-fine’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, you closed the door of your room, not bothering to wish him goodnight.

---

‘We’re going to be late’, Levi sighed against your door, ‘Hurry’. ‘R-ready’, you slowly opened the door.

He couldn’t hide it. No one would’ve been able to. You looked stunning in the clothes he got you.

‘Finally’, he swallowed away his inappropriate – and unintended – thoughts. ‘Here’, he held out his arm, ‘Let’s do this properly’. ‘I don’t need to hold onto your arm’. ‘I know, but it’s a man’s way of showing he belongs with you, so please hold it’. You reluctantly placed your hand on his arm, walking through the hallways towards the carriage.

‘Hange didn’t see us’, you sighed as you looked out of the window. ‘No?’, he chuckled, ‘You didn’t see her staring out of the window when we were walking towards the carriage?’. ‘Tsk’, you smiled, ‘She doesn’t need to behave like a stalker’.

‘H-huh?’, you froze as you felt his hand on your leg. ‘It’s become a habit, sorry’.

He didn’t take his hand away from your leg, even though he apologized. It felt as if it was glued onto it.

‘How long before we get there?’, you tried to tear through the awkward atmosphere. ’15 minutes’.

---

‘Dinner was nice’, you slowly opened your door, ‘You didn’t have to pay for it though’. ‘I’m a man, not a boy’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared through yours, ‘A man pays for dinner-‘. ‘When he’s dating someone, not when he’s putting up an act’, you interrupted him.

Another silence.

‘Anyway’, you tried to hide the lump in your throat, ‘I hope the act went well. I’ll guess I see you around’.

His heart sank to his stomach when he saw you opening your door. What about Easter? Easter’s something you celebrate with someone, he could celebrate it with you, right? This didn’t have to end. He didn’t want it to. Not now.

‘Wait’, he placed his hand on yours, closing the door shut. ‘What?’, you lowered your eyes, ignoring the way his warm breath met your ears, his body leaning against yours.

‘Don’t leave me’, a broken whisper as he let his head rest in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘Stay, please’.

‘W-what do you mean? I’m a squad leader, I’m not going anywhere’. ‘That’s not what I meant’, he gently grabbed your waist, ‘You know what I meant’. ‘B-but you said-‘, ‘I didn’t mean what I said back then, Y/N. I want you. I want you more than anything. You’re always on my mind, and I can’t even count how many times I’ve lied about Hange watching us so that I could kiss you. I ache for your taste, for you. I need you, always. I don’t want this to end, so please...’, a shaky sigh against your shoulder, ‘Please stay with me’.

He took a step backward as you turned around to look at him.

‘Okay’, you whispered, a tear streaming down your cheek.

He knew you wanted to say so much more, but you didn’t have to. He could see it in your eyes, despite the tears rolling down your cheeks, despite your insecure posture… He knew you cared about him, just as much as he cared about you.

‘I’m in love with you, Y/N. For quite a while now’, he gently wiped the tear from your cheek, ‘And I’ve been waiting too long to do this’.

He cupped your cheeks, like he did so many times by now, but he didn’t kiss you like usual. No, this time let all restraints go. He needed to taste you, to show you he wanted you more than anything else. He wanted you to know how addicted he was to you and how crazy he was about you.

‘Mine, you’re mine’, he whispered as he let his forehead rest against yours.

‘I’ve always been yours’.

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m-jelly · 2 years

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if reqs are still open id like to send one :>

I was wondering if you could write a kind of Levi x flirty reader wherein their dynamic is the flirtatious teaser(?) and the "shut up but I won't do anything abt it cuz I don't hate your attention" but then maybe while they were eating at the mess hall and reader slips a flirtatious line that kinda embarrasses Levi (nothing too bad our boy don't deserve that!)

so Levi takes her aside and kinda blows up at her saying stuff he doesn't mean like "don't you ever just shut up" and storms off but Levi thinks he may have gone too far and wants to apologize but he opens his office door to find reader (maybe with a gift?) already there to apologize and confess then boom they talk it out and just a fluff scene in general and you can take it from there💗 :D

PLEA- SORRY ITS SO LONG HAHA feel free to change anything <3

@kenkopanda-art

A little flustered.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Tags and genre: Canon world, romance, crushes, confessions, fluff, cute, Levi learning to talk.

Concept: You're a flirtatious person and most of the time it's directed at Levi because you have a crush on him and like him. During lunch in the mess hall, you make a flirtatious comment to Levi and it flusters him so much that he drags you out of the mess hall and has a stern word with you and storms off. He walks around the training grounds in the forest and realises he overreacted. He goes to his office and finds you with a gift. You both chat about what happened and air out your feelings.

You walked over to Levi and sat down with him and the other vets. "Afternoon Captain, it's so good to see you. You always brighten my day with your handsome face."

Levi blushed. "Tch, shut up."

"You know, you're more wonderful to look at than a sun rising over the rolling hills beyond the walls."

He groaned a little. "I'm not...stop."

You downed some of your tea. "It's been a nice day today, hasn't it?"

Erwin smiled a little. "It's been a delight."

You ate some of your food. "We should do something fun instead of all that training. Maybe go to the lake for a swim?"

"That sounds like a good idea. You are in charge of soldier welfare."

You winked. "Perfect! I'm so glad you agreed." You looked over at Levi. "I do hope you join us, Captain. Show those cadets what a real soldier looks like, yeah?"

Levi grabbed your upper arm and dragged you out of the mess hall. He threw you away and paced. "What is wrong with you?"

You folded your arms as you watched him. "I was just-."

"Just what!?" He snapped at you and stood before you. "Don't you ever just shut up? I don't want to hear it! Fuck sake!"

You jumped as he stormed off. "Wait! Levi!"

He hurried off to the woods and started a walk. He slowed down and started reflecting on how he'd acted. He let out a long sigh when he started to believe he had overreacted. He liked you, he liked you a lot and hoped your flirting was for him only, but part of him believed it wasn't. He wanted to keep you as his own and he just got flustered and frustrated with himself for snapping.

He turned on his heels and walked back to his office and thought about how to say sorry. He stopped when he saw you holding a cute bag. He softly said your name. "What are you doing here?"

You blushed. "Levi! Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair. I just wanted to bring you a gift and say how sorry I am." You placed the present on the side. "I will drop this off and leave."

"Don't go."

You nibbled your lip. "Okay, well I guess you should open your gift."

He walked over to his desk and opened it to reveal the nice tin of tea. He smiled softly. "It's a new one I've never had before. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He put it down and looked over at you. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I'm sorry."

You sat down on his sofa. "I pushed you too much." You nibbled your lip. "I flirted too hard and you're not used to that sort of thing."

He sat next to you. "It's all playful, right?"

You blushed and laughed a little. "No, no, it's actually very serious. I have feelings for you, so my flirting is very real."

He blushed bright red as he gazed at you. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I really like you. I guess my flirting did the opposite of my intention. I was hoping it would hint I like you, but instead, you got annoyed. I'll stop."

"Please don't." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I really like you and I'm glad you like me just as much." He reached over and held your hand. "I umm...I thought you just flirted with everyone and it flustered me and frustrated me, but now knowing that you want me like I want you...it...it changes things. I'm still deeply sorry for snapping though even if you didn't."

You leaned over and kissed him making him flinch a bit in shock. "Too much?"

He cleared his throat. "I-I liked it. Again?"

You kissed him again and smiled at him kissing you back. "You have very soft lips, I like it."

He sighed. "Tch, you are flustering me so much."

"Bad?"

He shook his head and pressed his face against the crook of your neck and sighed. "Good. Just keep it between me and you, okay?"

You played with his hair. "Promise." You kissed the top of his head and hummed. "Want to cuddle for a bit or try the tea?"

"I would like to try this cuddling."

You shifted and lay back on the sofa and propped yourself up with the arm of the sofa. "Come here."

Levi slid over and used your chest as his pillow. He hummed as he held him close and your scent washed over him. "I really like this."

"Good. We can do this a lot if you want."

"Please." He lifted his head. "I would like to hold you next."

You giggled. "Deal."

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hotchs-second-wife · 1 year

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Red Love - Chapter Two

Author's Note: I know no one asked for this, but I got really good inspo for this next chapter - and yes, I have been watching PD writing these.

Warning:

Other: I have no clue how mentioned car works, nor anything about it. I just googled 'expensive cars 2015' and picked the one I liked the most. Oh, and as I'm writing a part of this, my car has broken down and am currently waiting for the tow truck to come get us lol. I'm now writing another part to this on a bus. Now (11:30am, Nov 30th) I am pained because I have a legal studies exam and i was so ready, until i found out we gotta talk abt reforms and now I will be so sad in the middle of a 2 hour exam.

"Where you leavin' to, dressed up like that?" Kevin asked with a frown and a small smile, looking at Farah's choice of outfit after their shift. "The case is over, y'know."

Farah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Her medication paid off - she could laugh without feeling immediate pain. "Believe it or not, I'm going on a date."

"Oh ho!" The officer laughed, as his best friend walked in. "Adam, our little lynx has become a leopard!"

"That's not how biology works, Kev," the woman laughed.

"What's going on?" The blond asked, looking around the locker doors at his friends.

Farah shook her head as Kevin filled his best friend in, "little Farah's got a date."

"I love that you're more excited than I am."

"Oh? Who is it?" Adam questioned, now that he knew what was happening. "One of the firefighters at 51? What about one of their paramedics?"

"He's a doctor."

The men fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. Out of nowhere, Antonio appeared with a huge grin on his face. "You both owe me 50!"

"You guys were betting on me?!" Farah's face showed mock surprise, which made her partner laugh as he walked up behind her. "And bet what exactly?"

"I guess you both lose 150 each!" Jay snickered, taking a fifty-dollar note from Kevin, then one from Adam. "Antonio and I said you'd have a date with one of Will's coworkers - most likely a doctor - by the end of the week."

When Farah turned to Adam and Kevin, the latter sighing. "Mouse, Adam and I said you'd have a date with someone at 51."

Jay pat his partner's back, "have fun and call me if you need someone to drive you home! Mouse, you owe me 50!"

"Oh, come on!"

Farah laughed at her friends, before turning to the women in the room. "I'm a little surprise you two didn't place bets."

"Oh we did," Kim Burgess nodded.

Erin agreed from beside her, "I asked Will if Connor was going on a date tonight after you told me you were. The boys clearly didn't think of that."

"Wow, some real friends I have." The younger detective deadpanned, biting her lip. After a few moments of laughter, Farah looked down at her dress before looking up at the other women. "Alright, we ready to go?"

Connor stood in one of the outer hallways of Chicago Med, waiting for his date to arrive. He saw her again when she and Jay had come into the ED on a case, and Connor gathered up the courage to ask her on a date. He knew he shouldn't have asked his old patient on a date - he knew doctors were practically forbidden from dating their patients, just as cops were against dating their suspects.

Or, something along those lines, according to Farah.

But then she'd agreed, swearing it was only one date and that nothing would come from it afterward.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..."

"Backing out on me now, Rhodes?" He could hear the smile in her voice. He looked up to see a bright smile on her face, "you better not be. I got all dressed up for you."

As soon as Connor felt his mouth hanging open, he closed it by clenching his jaw. Farah chuckled.

"I've been told I have this effect on people - never believed it until now though."

Connor laughed, walking up to Farah and checking out her dress. It was a dark, glittery red that no doubt matched her personality. "You look gorgeous- beautiful- I don't think I'll ever find the right word for how you look right now."

"Thank you," Farah posed with a bashful smile before checking out the doctor in front of her. He wore a black dress shirt, yet his pants were even darker. "You look devilishly handsome, Mr. Rhodes."

Connor raised an amused eyebrow, "well then, Ms. LaRue, shall we go to our destination?"

"So formal!"

"You started it," the man snorted, earning laughter from his date. As they stepped out the front of Chicago Med, Connor watched as Farah stared at their ride to the restaurant. A black Rolls-Royce Ghost Series II was parked in front of them, and it shone in the street lights and the lighting from inside the hospital. "Do you like it?"

Farah looked between her date and the car with her mouth open in shock a couple of times, before gathering any thoughts. "Like it?! I love it! A Rolls-Royce?! How- what-"

"It's for you."

"No." She stared at the car, trying to think of something to say. "I can't-"

Connor shrugged as if this was nothing. Well, to him it was nothing - he had the money to spend, being a trauma surgeon, so he might as well spend it on the woman he liked. "I bought it for you. I won't have any need for it at home. And Will mentioned how Jay is always complaining that you keep using his truck."

"One, complaining is an understatement. Jay's like a child being told no to candy when it comes to his truck. It's more like whining," Farah stuck up a finger in counting, lifting another. "Two, he offers."

He chuckled, getting the car keys from his pocket. "Well, he won't need to offer anymore and you won't have to listen to him 'whining' either." Connor waited for her to take the keys, and when she did, he walked around to the driver's door, holding it open for her. "My Lady," he bowed.

"Why thank you, kind sir," Farah giggled, taking a seat and moving to sit comfortably. The seats were leather and when she'd started the engine, the dashboard and all the corresponding buttons lit up.

Connor's face softened at the clear excitement on Farah's face. "You look like a child in a candy store."

"I might as well be!" She squealed, looking at all the buttons, then the little flatscreen where she could connect her phone's Bluetooth and accessories. "You bought me an expensive car as a gift to our date, you should have expected this."

"Sometimes I forget not everyone comes from money like I have," Connor admitted with a gentle shrug. "And I'm a trauma surgeon, I have the money."

"That you should be spending on yourself." Farah glared slightly, before turning her attention to the small screen, trying to connect her phone. Once everything was set, she sat back with a huge grin. "You didn't have to do this, really."

Connor leaned back into his seat, "I felt like I pressured you into this date, so this is kind of-"

"An apology? Connor, I wouldn't have agreed to this date in the first place if I genuinely didn't have any interest in getting to know you." She ran her hands around the steering wheel. "Buuuut...I could get used to gifts."

The doctor laughed, "so bribery does work on cops?"

"You have to admit, at least I'm an honest bribed cop." As she pulled out of the parking lot, Farah glanced at the doctor, as he started speaking again.

"So...did you find anything out about the crook you were looking for?"

Her eyes stared at the road, before she decided to say anything. Connor could tell she was considering telling him, and he was about to excuse that he was just trying to make conversation when she answered him. "The knife they used was owned by a Beatrice Wells, but she's 85 - I doubt she'd try to stab someone at that age." She chuckled, "but if she did, that's amazing for her age. All the power to her. When I'm 85, I know I won't be attempting it."

"You might."

"Yeah, probably."

Connor laughed, joined by Farah, as they cruised through Chicago before reaching their destination. It was a fine dine and wine restaurant that Farah didn't even know existed, and when she saw the menu, she excused that there was no way she could pay for an entire meal on a detective's salary.

"I'm paying. Get whatever you want." That earned Connor a stare in disbelief. "I'm not going to ask a lady on a date and expect her to pay. Call me old fashioned, but that's how the Rhodes do it."

"I can't make you pay."

Connor's eyes looked up from the menu, "you're not. I'm insisting."

Farah couldn't argue anymore, and after some discussion, ordered a decent sized meal that looked like it was cooked by gods. After the wine in their glasses were finished, the pair left the restaurant, her arm linked through his.

"I will be paying you back." Farah shook her head. As Connor was about to object, she put a finger in front of his lips. "You might not expect me to pay for my own meal, but you should expect some kind of thank you. Aside from me driving you back to your apartment, of course." When they got back into her brand-new car, Farah glanced at her duffle bag she'd absentmindedly thrown into the back seat when they'd first gotten in the car. This entire time, she forgot it was there. "Mind if I stop by my place first? It's only 10 minutes from here."

Connor shrugged, "no problem. I don't have a cat or dog I need to tend to."

"Because you don't like animals?"

"I don't really see a reason to have a pet, with my hours and everything." The doctor answered, and the two held steady conversation on the way to her apartment. When they'd arrived, he insisted at least walking her to the door of her apartment, then he'd wait outside.

He didn't realise why she was hesitant to bring her up to her door.

"Detective, is that you?" A sweet, elderly voice called down the hallway, and Farah let out an exhausted sigh. "You're getting back awfully late."

"I was working on a case today, Dorothy." She replied honestly. Farah cast an apologetic glance at Connor while her elderly neighbour approached. "I was just coming back to leave my bag before I drove across town."

"Who is this handsome man?" Dorothy asked, her small, hunched stature staring up at Connor.

Farah placed a hand on the man's arm, feeling the muscle flex momentarily. "This is Connor Rhodes; he's a trauma surgeon at Chicago Med."

"Oh!" Dorothy gleamed, her smile turning into a grin. "You're that handsome doctor that saved Detective La Rue's life a few weeks ago! Oh, Detective Halstead was saying how much she," the woman nodded at Farah, "found you handsome."

Farah's cheeks turned bright red, retracting her arm with a gulp. "We should get going - I'll be home in half an hour, Dorothy."

"Oh dear, has Greg met him yet? He's a nice boy, you'd surely want to know what he thinks of your boyfriend."

"He's not- Connor and I have only been on one date, Dorothy."

The older woman rose her chin, "in my day, one day was enough courting. At least for my George anyway."

"Hey, Dorothy," Mouse's bright smile and cheery voice let Farah feel a sense of relief. "What are you doing up so late? You heard Dr. Halstead, you should be getting nine hours of sleep."

The woman smiled a toothy grin at her neighbour. "Hello, Greg. I heard Farah come home and I had to see who she was talking to. I knew you came home hours ago. Have you met Dr. Rhodes?"

"I have," Mouse nodded, sending Farah a quick wink. "He's very smart, and he took amazing care of Farah. Look, she's walking again after only three weeks."

Connor murmured, "not that I recommended it."

"Do you know who the Rhodes are, dear?" Dorothy asked Mouse, reaching a hand to place on the man's arm. "Dr. Rhodes has plenty of money to get you and Farah out of this place." Just as she'd said that, a rat scurried across the hallway floor. "Better for you both, I say."

Farah glanced at Connor's face, seeing slight uncomfortability on the doctor's face. "We should be getting inside. Lovely seeing you, Dorothy."

"You remember about his mother, right?" She could feel Connor tense beside her, his gentle breathing coming to a halt. "Poor lady. I've always wondered how you were doing, Dr. Rhodes. It's great to see you in good health."

Connor nodded slowly, "thank you, ma'am."

"See you tomorrow, Dorothy." Mouse politely waved, moving to let his roommate and her date inside the apartment. "I'll go make some tea and coffee. What do you prefer, Connor?"

When the doctor didn't answer, Mouse opted to make him coffee with his own and left the two to talk.

"I'm sorry about her," Farah started, her head down. "She's nosy and she's the same age as my sweet mémé, so I away feel bad telling her I can't talk." She took a deep sigh.

"You didn't know she'd bring up my mom," Connor looked around the apartment, noticing the personal decorations. Photos of both Mouse and Farah's families, places in France (seemingly) and one of Mouse, Farah and Jay in front of the Eiffel Tower. "When did you guys go to France?"

"A week before you and I met." Farah thanked Mouse as he placed her full mug beside her, and placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of Connor.

"I wasn't entirely sure how you liked your coffee, so I just made you hot coco."

Connor nodded thankfully, "thanks, Mouse." He caught sight of a photo of Jay and Mouse in military uniforms. "So, you and Jay have known each other since your time in the Rangers?"

"Pretty much - we've been best friends since." He looked down at the woman beside him, gently stroking her hair. "So I've been put in charge of making sure Farah doesn't do anything stupid."

"What Jay doesn't know is Mouse encourages me," Farah chuckled, jokingly swatting Mouse. "It's almost 12, you can stay in the guest room tonight. I'll have to check what state it's in after Jay's sleepover though, I'll be right back."

Mouse smiled as his roommate left the shared living space to their spare bedroom. "How was dinner?"

"It was nice - she loves her job."

"She's amazing at it too," the brunet agreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Connor couldn't disagree there. The little bits of her work he'd been able to see were performed to beyond his expectations. The way you could feel kindness and comfort radiate off her whenever she had to talk to victims in the ED made Connor's heart swell. He couldn't help it.

The one time he'd seen her 'jump-arrest' as suspect - as the Halstead brothers liked to call it - was one of the most incredible things he'd seen a cop do. Even if she went through a glass door.

"I'm guessing she ordered the cheapest thing on the menu."

"I couldn't persuade her otherwise."

Mouse laughed. "As stubborn as always, our Farah. She hates anyone spending money on her - I got her the bed in her room and she insisted on sleeping on the couch."

'Our Farah'. It played in Connor's head over and over. It was like a message tone that he couldn't get rid of. Mouse had meant it platonically, right? She'd mentioned that Mouse was her best friend at dinner, while Jay was like an older brother.

"Jay's that older brother that's always bothering you without truly meaning to. Well, he does sometimes, but that's Jay. You gotta love him for being able to joke. That's how he shows he really cares about you; if he feels like he can laugh and joke with you, he's comfortable. If he's all stone-faced and serious, he feels like he has to put on a front."

The look of admiration on Farah's face when she talked about her partner reminded Connor of the way he looked up to his sister, Claire. Or the way Claire looked at him.

Until he left Chicago.

Farah called Mouse and Jay 'her boys' at dinner. Then she mentioned that Kevin, Antonio and Adam were her boys too, since they also worked with her.

"Connor?"

"Hm?"

Mouse let out a breath, "I asked if she mentioned her family or her childhood; 'she' being Farah."

"Well, she mentioned France and how she grew up in Brighton with Evan. Then we talked about my childhood here." Connor remembered a thought from earlier in the evening. "Farah said something in, uh, French I think it was; something on the menu. Then she asked the waiter for the bill in Arabic. And I just mentioned her talking about France."

"Oh yeah, she's half French half Arab." Mouse nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside Connor. "She's more fluent in French than Arabic - better than any of us in the bullpen though. You should've seen her face when Ruzek tried to call her beautiful in French."

Connor snorted, "what'd he say?"

"Bella."

"Isn't that Spanish?"

"Antonio told him French and Spanish are that similar that some of the words are the same." Mouse shook his head with a smile, "bella means pretty in Spanish. Belle is beautiful in French."

"According to Adam they're close enough," Farah sighed, walking into the room. "I swear I'm going to give him French lessons one day." She turned to Connor, "the guest room is fine, a few of Jay's shirts and pants are still in the dressing table. If you fit them, I'm sure Jay won't mind you borrowing them tomorrow."

"He has plenty of clothes at his place," Mouse shrugged filling his now empty mug with water and leaving it in the sink. "I'm heading back to bed now, goodnight." He placed a kiss on Farah's forehead on the way to his room. "Don't stay up too late and don't be too loud - we have work tomorrow and I'm sure Jerry next door doesn't want to be woken up at this hour."

"Night, Greg," Farah called as the man disappeared into his bedroom. "If you need anything to eat or drink and neither of us are up yet, just take whatever. We pretty much have double of everything anyway."

She headed through the living room and around the corner to her bedroom, and Connor decided that he might as well take up the offer and sleep in the guest room - he wasn't going to ask Farah for a lift home at...12:26am when she already looked exhausted.

And it wasn't going to kill him to stay the night at her apartment.

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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i’m thinking abt Police officer reader arresting scummy smexy Touya. Like he smirks when she arrests him and cuffs his hands to his back. I want him in me fr 😍‼️

Tw:none really, maybe sexual harassment and implied noncon

“Officer 776, we got a black sedan coming up your way on I-10. Do you copy?”

You sign and turn your music off before reaching for your walkie talkie and responding, “Yes, I copy.”

And sure enough, the only car that zooms by at 2 am on a Saturday night is a black sedan. It’s a shame, really, you were enjoying the city view by yourself without anyone to keep an eye on. You’re usually posted for ticket duty, but this time you got promoted for night watch.

You would’ve liked to continue leaning back in your seat and watch the only sky slowly dust with stars, but duty calls as the blue custom headlights go streaking past you.

Begrudgingly, you pull your driving handle back and start going after him, turning your lights on in the process and raising the siren.

You’re not even surprised when it takes some slight honking and almost a two mile mini-chase to get the car to pull over at the side of the gravelly road.

The car in front of you stalls, and you observe the status of the car itself. It’s hard to make out the look of the vehicle in the dark even with your headlights blaring in front of it, but you guess it’s a Mazda sedan or something of the sort just like how your higher-up said.

You take a deep breath and gather your flashlight as you open your door and swing outside.

On the short walk to the driver’s side you notice darker marks on the car…almost like they were scorch marks.

That’s strange.

The window is tinted and up. You roll your eyes in annoyance and give three sharp raps to the glass.

“Open the window and keep your hands on the steering wheel after.”

You wait a moment. It doesn’t budge.

A crease appears in your eyebrows and you quickly glance around. It’s completely deserted, just you and the perpetrator.

“I’m gonna have to ask you once more. Open the window otherwise-“

You cut off as the black glass slowly rolls down, revealing a man with ivory hair and black tips at the ends, his face scarred but astonishingly handsome. His mouth, eyebags, lower half of his face and ears are laced with silver piercings…stitches? Maybe, but whatever. Focus on the task at hand.

“What can I help you with meter maid?” Comes his sleazy, gravelly voice.

You lean down and rest an elbow on his lowered window, squinting at his smug face. His eyes are crinkled with the slight upturn of his lips, imitating a crude smirk.

No ones in the car with him, but you can faintly smell some kind of skunk aroma, and alarm bells go off in your head.

“Sir, do you know how fast you were driving?”

“Fast enough apparently, if I copped a sexy thing like you all for myself.”

He props his chin on his scarred hand and rests his elbow right next to yours, mocking your petulant expression.

You grimace and move your hand away from his. He pouts as you continue berating him.

“It’s 2am on a weekend, sir. Where were you headed off to that you had to be there in such a rush?”

The man sighs loudly and lets his head fall back against his leather seat, lips puffing out and fingers moving to drum against his steering wheel.

“Oh you know, the usual. Fucking bitches, getting money, anything a no-good handsome bastard like me does on the regular. Not like I’d expect you to know, meter maid.” He smirks showing his white canines and slowly looks you up and down.

When you scowl he raises his hands innocently and shrugs.

“Just kidding sweetheart. I was actually on my way to burn a few bodies, I’m a hit man y’know. Very much on the wanted list. I’m good at what I do…if you ever need a man, or a body,just call me.” He winks and his infuriating grin doesn’t falter as you yank open the door and practically throw his lanky figure out of the car.

He doesn’t put up any effort of resistance, just lets you push him down by the neck onto the hood of his car, his body bent as you begin searching him.

You know you smell some type of drug in the car but you’re not actually rooting through his pockets looking for gold. You just want a little bit of saving-face from his sleazy mouth.

He exhales and laughs as his cheek smushes against the black steel, his breath puffing up condensation on the hood while you pat his sides down.

“Put your hands on the car sir, and don’t move unless you want to be taken into a cell overnight.” You mutter as you feel his studded belt, his white tee revealing a toned yet sharp body underneath.

The man sighs in faux annoyance. “What’s with the attitude babe? If you’re feeling me up you might as well lose that cold shoulder. The name’s Touya by the way, I would’ve given it to you sooner if I knew you just wanted to get under my pants.”

You freeze as his words register right when you pay down his inner thighs for any suspicious substance-just following protocol.

Nevertheless, you instinctively shoot your hands to your side and sputter indignantly.

“You-you can’t talk to an officer like that! Are you drunk? Count to 100 for me.” You try to divert the conversations to where you have the upper hand, but you should’ve known Touya wasn’t gonna let it be that easy.

“Sure thing meter maid. It’s 1-800-*******.”

“What?”

“That’s my number. Be grateful, I don’t usually give opps my digits that easily, but you’re giving me a fun time so why not?” He cranes his head toward you and licks his lips seductively.

You’re thankful for the darkness of the night, for you can surely feel the best rise to your cheeks at his blatant…flirting?

“Shut up. Just let me do my job asshole.”

The walkie talkie crackles with static as your supervisor calls in to check on how you’re doing, but before you can speak into it Touya cries out suddenly.

“Help! Oh, help me officer! This meter maid is touching all over my little willy! She has ulterior motives I swear it!” He moans loudly and you snap the device shut before turning to him.

“Are you fucking crazy? Do you want me to get fired?” You hiss, but all you get in return is a maniacal grin.

“Sure, ‘means you can fuck around without any protocol then, right?” The man starts arching his hips up in a perverse manner and shoves his ass back into your torso.

You snarl and reach over his back, grabbing both of his hands and slapping a pair of cuffs on him before manhandling him the other way, his face finally aligned with yours, back against the cool steel.

“Oh, so you like it rough, huh?”

You ignore him and drop to a squat, taking his combat boots off less-than-gently and shaking them out for any real baggie.

“Shoulda’ told me sooner doll, we could’ve gotten this along wayyyy sooner.”

You slowly raise your eyes up and take in an eyeful of his thrusting hips mere inches from your eyes.

He’s looking down at you with one eyebrow raised and his usual smirk adorning his features.

Your blood rushes through your body like you just ran a marathon, and you abruptly stand before him, making sure your shoulder checks his straining bulge on your way up.

He yelps and doubles over, unable to clutch his prized possession.

This time when he straightens up with a twisted scowl, you’re the one grinning at him instead.

“Yeah, you’re right, actually. If you’re gonna get me fired anyways might as well do what I want, right?”

You open his passenger door and give him an innocent smile as he watches you warily.

After about 10 minutes of looting through his car and trunk, sure enough you produce a couple of large ziploc bags filled with white powder and copious amounts of cash under thinly concealed pockets in the back.

You hold all of these findings up, and each one of the revelations are either met with a mocking pout or a careless shrug.

Your skin starts to get hotter despite the chill of the night as none of your efforts to match his energy are met with any fruition. In fact, it seems to rile him up more.

“Looks like you’re getting tired hon. Why not use all that energy on this dick?”

“Hmm, I guess you’re not very good at this job, huh? You’d be better as some kind of stripper. Actually, nah, that’s too good of a job for you, maybe a prostitute stuck in my bed would satisfy you.”

On and on he goes as you practically raid his car, even throwing out belongings that aren’t in any way questionable.

Eventually you reach your tipping point. You make sure he’s watching you as you walk around back towards him and plant your feet squarely in front of him, taking your stance.

You reach into your pocket to produce your walkie, cock your arm back, and throw it as far as you can into the surrounding field.

“Where’s that smile now Touya? You scared you can’t defend yourself without anyone on the other side listening in?”

The ivory haired man shakes his head and sighs as if dealing with a grace loss. Your own brows furrowed as he looks up at you with a sorrowful expression, one that doesn’t quite scream sincere when the car lights reflect an excited gleam in his cerulean eyes.

“Nah, sweetheart. I’m actually more worried for you.”

And with a sound as soft as bell chimes, the tugs his hands at the back for a moment and brings his arms forward, palms spread and showing you cuff-less palms of blue hellfire.

He thinks you look pretty when the blue light reflects pure terror on your shadowed face.

“That was a stupid move, throwing your only hope of salvation away. I wasn’t lying, y’know. I really am a hit man. But I’ll take my own offer.”

As you turn to begin to sprint away he smiles again, this one more earnestly remorseful.

“I’ll be a hit man and a body you need for tonight.”

#mha #bnha #scummy dabi #scummy Touya #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi #touya #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi is touya #touya x reader #bnha touya #mha touya #touya todoroki #touya imagine

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I'm saying this with my whole chest... I already know this has been done but this is my version

Twst hot takes: who'd they be irl school setting

Heartslabyul

Riddle is the teachers pet and snitches on everyone. Definitely an emily, was a bitch in hs and now works as a nurse/doctor now, "they say it all the time though... I thought it meant friend or something"

Trey either adopts you as one of his kids or is the senior thats has a freshmen s/o

Cater is a wannabe regina george, hops on trends, will cancle everything and anything, switches aesthetic often, sends SS on snapchat, "you wouldn't know who they are.. they're soo under ground" it's the fucking Beatles, "oh that on tiktok song", "don't wanna talk abt it 😥"

Ace post shit like "females these days😐... follow me on soundcloud", Will peak in highschool, thinks he exudes black air force energy but has dirty white van energy, "when 69 gets outta jail he's gonna get killed no cap 🤓", "cardi b isn't black either 🤓", wears burger King crowns, "dababy", "this song be bussin bussin for real sheesh"

Deuce is a teen drama bad boy that is just misunderstood, "nobody understands me", was bullied, left, came back and is the leader of a gang now, ironically he wants to either go into the army or become a police officer

Savanaclaw

Leona acts like he's from the streets but is from a gated community and dad is the mayor, thinks everyone hates him but is really popular, likes to use his status as mayors son to threaten ppl

Ruggie leeches of leona, the 'ol begging ass plate, always eating

Jack is the asshole dude bro, means well, 100% signing up for the military, used to be the no fun friend

Octavinelle

Azul "if you didn't like me at my worst and can have me at my best", "what he cheated on me with vs me", "#gatekeep #gaslight #girlboss"

Jade is the fake friend, blackmails ppl, everyone thinks he'll threaten to blow up the school

Floyd is the kid that know matter how many complaints the school gets the teachers can't do anything

Scarabia

Jamil unpopular twin, wird kid that wears hoodies in 80+ degree weather, emo phase, forced to help kalim, gets his license and everyone switches up

Kalim the popular twin, "if you're homeless just buy a house", doesn't study cuz he was partying and copies off of jamil, doesn't know he's the favorite

Pomefiore

Vil does part time modeling and make sure you know abt it, "take me back 😩", got popular on tiktok for doing nothing, will become a family blogger

Rook is the "where's my hug at?" Guy, saves everyone photos, "rookhunt took a screenshot of your story"

Epel is the homophobic gay kid, thinks he's the 'alpha male', responds to ppl calling him with "cry abt it", two faced

Ignhyde

Idia is a neckbeard borderline incle, tier 3 pokimane sub, bought gamer girl bath water, down bad, "females only play the Sims and minecraft while I play dark souls and csgo", nice guy switch up

Ortho wants to be like his big brother but he doesn't know how deep it goes

Diasomnia

Malleus will double text you and will do "am I annoying you 🥺" when you don't respond in 5 sec, "i don't fuck with anybody at school", I'm 14 and this deep, "mix your three most recent emojis"

Lilia is both the "seinor with a freshmen s/o and where's my hug at guy"

Silver is a pot head (don't @ me)

Sebek would be the homophobic and racist kid but is biracial and comes out as gay later on

Staff/other

Mc would be roger from American dad rando twsted guy: "if I walk through this door it's gonna be you?" Mc: "*wearing school uniform*There is a 99% chance that yes it will be me" rando twst guy: "ok *opens the door to see Mc in the concealer office looking over a file* Mc: "are you my 2 o'clock? please have a seat"

Grim is the schools unofficial mascot

Crowley the new principle that acts like he's been there for years

Crewel has sex with his students

Trein is the teacher your parents be like "he's still teaching?" He also wants to retire but the and makes it known he wants to

Ashton is either the gym teacher that means well or is the teacher that's married but is fucking another teacher/students

Sam graduated 5 yrs ago but has nothing better to do and hangs around school, if you have the money he'll buy it for you, "hey kid you wanna buys some drugs?"

Cheka is a sticky iPad kid, "my mom let's me eat those" when you have hot chips, cheka: "yeah my mama and daddy be fighting naked sometimes" twst guy: "okay where your parents at?, "my mom said I can play on your computer", "you got games on your phone?"

Chen'ya is the kid that skips school to hangout with friends at a different school, "they go to a different school"

Neige also modles but is more successful at it and has the brunette and blonde friendship but in reverse with vil

Farena is roger doofenshmirtz situation with leona, "why do these new aged kids stay in their rooms all day?", "i wanst the favorite! You were"

Not gonna lie..... a lot of this I didn't understand (JFC HELP I'M BECOMING MUCH MORE OF A BOOMER WITH EACH PASSING DAY)

BUT SEBEK, IDIA AND ACE ARE SO SPOT ON I'M LAUGHING SO MUCH

also.... pls..... I-I wanna be Trey's freshman gf koljgkjgflk

thank you for sharing!

#zask #twisted wonderland #funny #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #twst staff #nrc staff #twst grim #cheka kingscholar #che'nya #alchemi alchemivich pinka #neige leblanche #royal sword academy

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robinrequiems · 3 years

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ok ig cashier damian is my latest hyper fixiation, so let’s add

• Ight so, on fridays, jon cannot come in all the time, very rarely can he. and when he does. he sees a very cute sleepy damian who also wants to punch him:)

• damian is just a mess. he didn’t have time to fix his appearance because as soon as he got out of school, he had to change in a shitty unsanitary grocery store bathroom.

• it was not fucking fun. it never is. damian is so over it. jon normally sees Damian working on homework quickly before putting it away when Jon or other customers show

• damian cannot be asked to look like a normal human being when he just finished 7 sad hours of school in ANOTHER shitty uniform. he hates uniforms

Jon: you look like you’re gonna fall asleep

Damian: ugh, look who it is, the good boy from metropolis who doesn’t look like a creep at all when he comes here just to talk to me. woo hoo!

Jon: nice to see you too

• jon normally sucked on lollipops when he didn’t want to chew on gum, plus sometimes he chews on gum really aggressively and it hurts his jaw

• but let’s talk abt jonny: star athlete ( I’m a simp for athletes jon, please kill me. he’s a basketball player in this though. he got the height for it anyway ), himbo-vibes, and overall sweetheart.

• at least that’s what everyone else thinks. his life is a cycle. A very miserable cycle. It’s honestly tiring and hurts his head and generally takes his mood down

• but then he drove to bludhaven in his new car and brand new license. and he saw him.

• sure he’s seen moody teenagers working at stores before, but this boy; Damian, by his name tag, was different. He SENSED IT

• jon found that he liked different

• damian.. just didn’t easily talk with Jon like so many did at home. he liked a challenge

• and Damian was his challenge

• so he wasted so much gas and time and money to visit him.

• he was so whipped

• he was attracted to him. just the way he did things. like goddamn. ok.

• then his friends and him took a trip there. it was Saturday, they were gonna leave on Sunday. it was for Kathy’s birthday. He had no idea why she wanted to go here.

• oh. yeah. The idiots taken in for underaged drinking. Jon didn’t drink. ( he was a good boy and designated driver ) so he was just there trying to get the officers to let his friends off the hook

Damian: oh look, guess the good boy isn’t really a good boy.

Jon: Damian—? No! I’m here to get my friends out!

Damian: figures, you’re too innocent to do bad things.

Jon: what did you do then?

Damian: well wouldnt my you like to know

Dick: Damian! There you are! Sorry, I was calling up some parents- who is this?

Damian: Good boy.

Dick: ah.

Jon: Jon Kent.. nice to meet you

Dick: wait. As in Clark Kent?

Jon: yeah? that’s my dad

Dick: aw your dad used to babysit me

Damian: can we go now

Dick: hush Damian, I’m feeling nostalgic

• so Damian learned jons name. And jon got to see Damian in regular clothes, so that was cool

• he also got in trouble and couldn’t see Damian for a month because his parents were upset about what happened.. understandable, but jon was still upset

Tai: soo, that was him?:)

Jon: shut up

• tai accidentally found out about cashier boy, it was very funny for tai. not Jon. he teased jon for being whipped.

• sure jon liked damian for his looks at first. then he liked him for him.

Jon: dad, some guy named dick said hi

Clark: jon it isn’t— wait-

Jon: he said you babysat him

Clark: really? You saw him, how did he look? I haven’t seen him since he was a kid!

Jon: um. good?

Clark: where did you see him?

Jon: ..the police place

• his parents put a tracker on jons phone. now they were so confused why their son kept going to Giant Beagle in bludhaven. it was. weird.

• they just- was he meeting someone?? why was he doing this? WAS HE GETTING DRUGS? wait. no. it’s jon. jon couldn’t even stand the smell of cigarettes

Lois: jon.. honey.

Jon: yeah?

Lois: why do you keep driving to bludhaven? I’m worried about you and want to make sure you aren’t doing anything.. bad. Or dangerous.

• granted, it was very dangerous going out there, but he liked it. he liked the thrill of when he got to walk damian back sometimes! HE WAS GETTING CLOSER TO DAMIAN!

• oh also. it turns out damian gave him a fake number

• rude.

• damian always warned him though. and tried to make jon not walk far. jon was.. jon was a good boy. he would never survive in bludhaven frequently, jt worried humored damian.

• sometimes jon came by during the day. Damian’s Sunday shift was in the evening while his Saturday one was in the morning. jon got to go get lunch with him sometimes if Damian felt like there were enough people around that would know if he got kidnapped or not

Damian: why do you bother talking to me? most get bored of me and my attitude.

Jon: I find it charming. you’re fun to talk to. you feel so real. almost everyone in my life feels artificial and like I’m living in a disney Chanel movie.

Damian: *he laughed* oh?

Jon, loving Damians laugh rn: yeah! it’s like they’re.. androids or somethin’.

Damian: why don’t you just find someone snarky from metropolis?

Jon: it wouldn’t be as fun then.

Jon: i like a challenge.

• getting to know damian was like trying to beat the hardest level in his game. it was mind blowing how many times he basically had to restart. Damian was also like a Rubix cube, but jon will get there. He already has 1 side done on it.

Jon: so you live with your brother?

Damian: yes.

Jon: nice

• jon didn’t pry. Damian and dick had became forgotten after bruces death, a lot of the kids did. they just all disappeared from the media like ghosts.

• so jon didn’t know that dick wasn’t his blood relative, or that Damian was Bruce’s child. no one really did

• it wasn’t like it mattered though anyways

Damian: basketball is lame.

Jon: have you ever played?

Damian: yes. it sucked ass

• jon has helped Damian restocked late at night sometimes. Damian doesn’t like him touching things, but the faster he does it, faster he can go home to get his pets, alfred, and his idiot brother

Damian: you waste a lot of gas coming to see me.

Jon: it’s worth it.

• jon had to get a job. boo. he worked on days he didn’t have practice and sadly, on sundays.

• he was a worker at a small cafe, he was just a waiter there

• and then one day, on a Sunday, Damian came in with a few people. WAIT DAMIAN CAME IN

Jon: DAMIAN

Damian, clearly startled: what the fuck, jon!

Jon: why’re you here! how long are you staying! ARE TOU REALLY HERE!

Maya: is this who you were talking about?

Damian: shut up.. but calm down, idiot.

Damian: .. you got a haircut.

Jon: you- you noticed? sorry I couldn’t come this week. was busy this week and needed to catch up on sleep.

Damian:’it’s fine. I guess I really should give you my number now.

Colin: that was smooth

Jon: really?

Damian: mhm. after you seat us, dumbass.

Jon: oh right

• and Damian did give jon his number

• a real one dw

Maps: he was cute.. he single?

Maya: he wouldn’t be single if Damian just manned up

Colin: they practically just stared at each other the whole time when they thought the other wasn’t looking

Damian: wait he was looking at me?

Maya: oh damians so whipped.

• oh how the cashier is falling for the waiter

• sounds like a hallmark film.

• next week jon did end up visiting him in ‘haven, and drove him home.

• damians feet were hurting and he was tired so he didn’t even bother to argue.

• jon couldn’t come to visit his favorite cashier during winters a lot, he may of liked his new “dangerous” life, but he heard how bad the roses could get from Damian

• damian was a bit sad and moody because of that. but shut up. you don’t know anything dick

Dick: you know.. you should invite him inside

Damian: so you can embarrass me? no thank you.

Dick: me? embarrass you? never. but come on, you have never shown interested in anyone before! I wanna meet him!

Damian: you already did. At the police station. you forget or something?

Dick: .. that wasn’t really the best first meeting. come on. please?

Damian: no.

#cashier damian #Damian wayne #jon kent #au #rambles #damijon

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pikslasrce · 3 years

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okay so the last time i wrote this [tumblr] glitched and i was left w only the memory of all the sentences and the dialogue i had so beautifully written on the topic of True Believer™ danwave.... so if it feels a lil dry thats bc i put my heart and soul in the tragically deleted draft.

ANYWAYS the idea came to me after seeing this post where i wrote some fun lore in the tags. ill put everything under the cut so it doesnt clog the dash <3

so. we already know danwave didnt believe in vampires before his near death experience when he encountered the evil vampire lady and diordan right. well im just gonna say that that was the case for everything except ghosts.

i just realized danwave hasnt had the chance to meet the rest of the vampstille dudes so i wont go into detail there bc i wanna include it in future scenes <3

anyways danwave was a huge skeptic (apart from ghosts) before encountering diordan but he didnt think abt the big picture and the implications of the existence of vampires bc he was still under the impression of that nights events and most of his thoughts were 'oh MY GOD I ALMOST DIED THERE' and 'wait a minute. THOSE WERE VAMPIRES! VAMPIRES ARE REAL?!?!?!'

but after meeting the rest of vampstille his little mortal human brain EXPLODES like 'wait. so. vampires are real. werewoLVES ARE REAL?? FRICKIN TOOTH FAIRIES EXIST???' and then he becomes a full on True Believer™ bc if THOSE exist what else might be out there as well? and that raises even more questions. are all supernatural/paranormal creatures and cryptids evil? are some friendly? good even? can the invasive ones be exterminated with Joygrave Equipment™??

anyways he becomes a crazy little man just imagine:

[the joygrave dudes (paul and joe) come into daniels office just to see him sitting in complete darkness w only the computer illuminating the room. there are empty mugs all over the place.]

joygrave dudes: hey dan we were won–

[danwave is on his 3rd cup of Joewave™ coffee in the past hour. he turns around, his eyes red from staring at a computer screen for hours with the lights off. he is heavily caffeinated and shaking.]

joygrave dudes: –dering 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

danwave: *paying no attention to what they were trying to say* I THINK IVE FIGURED IT OUT *proceeds to talk abt whatever cryptid hes latched onto this time*

paul: ...

joe: dan weve talked abt this those things arent real. you cant go chasing every possible "creature" that you hear of just because you met one vampire, werewolf and a tooth fairy, you have a job and a band you know you cant go on like this forever *signals to paul to get on the phone*

paul: hello. uh. can i get diordan van smith on the phone? [...] yeah i can wait... [a few moments later] hey dude, yeah hes gone off the rails again we have ghosts to kill and hes just– [...] yeah ill hand him to ya *passes the phone to daniel* here, its your vampire buddy

diordan: hello my friend, ive heard you were inquiring about [cryptid]

danwave: i know why they called you *sends a death stare towards paul and joe across the room* youre supposed to tell me to give up my search for [cryptid] WELL ILL TELL YOU NOW THA–

diordan: *interrupting him* actually my ghost hunting friend, i intended to inform you that [cryptid] is indeed real and is in fact a close friend of mine, and i can arrange for you to meet them

danwave: *loosing it* ITS REAL??? [CRYPTID] EXISTS? I WAS RIGHT?? *sends a crazy look to paul and joe while laughing Hysterically™ while pointing to the phone and gloating* OKAY WHEN CAN WE– ACTUALLY NEVERMIND IM COMING RIGHT OVER WAIT FOR ME OUTSIDE

[proceeds to frantically pour the rest of his Joewave™ coffee into a thermos and starts packing all of his equipment and leaves in a hurry]

joe and paul, now left alone: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

#okay so besties if you read this lil scene ily <3 #anyways this is so chaotic i love it and i hope you do too #vampstille #joygrave #fanfic #mine

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

tag list is open !! go to this google form and fill it out to sign up!

series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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i’ll drive ; august walker x fem!reader 2/3

status — completed series

word count — 5,933 words

warnings — SMUT, unprotected penetrative sex, soft!august, confused!august

pairing — august walker x fem!reader

a/n — so i had driving lessons last september and thought abt how wow it would make a great story if a driving instructor fell for their student,, and the og idea had in mind was that for a dark fic i might still do one though idk but i never really knew which character to do it for. then i was like what if he was pretending to be a driving instructor and since i just watched mi fallout sometime last month thought id be perfect for august!! sorry i couldn’t publish this any faster, had some things going on offline so yeah lmk what you think of this chapter. there’s only one chapter left! Y/F/N = your father’s name

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“You want me to do what?” August scoffed as he read the mission file he was handed. Sloane raised a hand to the other agent who was about to explain it again; she knew that the Hammer would more likely accept the mission if she convinced him.

“We want you to pose as a driving instructor; from there you’ll be assigned to Y/N. Her father is Nick Roberts; do you recall who he is?” Nodding, August placed the folder on the desk and looked at Sloane with a scowl, “Yeah, I do. He transports Perez’ drugs and firearms in and out of the country; possibly close ties to even more underground activity.”

“Suspected of transporting,” The other agent — August didn't bother remembering his name since he rarely got to work with him anyway — clarified. “And how will me posing as a driving instructor get us to Nick Roberts?”

“Nick Roberts is just an alias; his real name is Y/F/N, and the one you’ll be assigned in teaching is his daughter. You get close to her, you’ll be able to get to Roberts.” It seemed like too big of a stretch, August quietly reflected; what if she cut ties with her father? What if he really wasn’t her father?

“Considering this is the only lead we have so far on Perez’ case, I’ll do it,” He eventually conceded; Sloane was pleased with that as she smiled, “Very well, take that case file with you to familiarize yourself with Y/N. Your lessons with her will be from Monday to Friday, the whole of next week. Understood?”

With a nod, he grabbed the case file and stood up to exit the room. Heading to his office, he figured that it was best to find out what he can about this Y/N. He read about how she had graduated college and has been steadily working in her chosen profession. Since the separation of her parents she lived with her dad, and by the looks of it has a close bond with him. It was amusing to him how someone of her age still doesn’t know how to drive; but nevertheless it was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t since it helped with their case.

Though her case file had her passport and driving permit photo, August made a reckless decision to look up if she had any social media accounts; and she did. It wasn’t usual for him to look up their target’s social media accounts — in the past he would settle for the provided picture on the mission reports and from there familiarize himself with what they looked like — but there was an itch he needed to scratch. There was something about Y/N that motivated him to look at her photos, thankfully her account was on public. “Can’t wait to see you soon, love.”

Henry James was his alias for this mission and here he was leaning against the parked car as he was waiting for Y/N. He held his breath once the door opened and revealed a girl in a romper. “Hi! Are you Henry?” She was too cheerful in her greeting he noted; perhaps that had something to do with how young and innocent she was. Nodding sternly, “See anyone else beside me, sweetheart?”

She giggled at his remark as she tucked her hair behind her ear — a nervous habit she’d develop. “Go ahead and settle yourself on the front seat.” She nodded and made her way over to the driver’s seat. As she sat down, she placed her bag on the console, “You have your learning permit?” She grabbed the piece of paper that was in the pocket of her romper and handed it over to him; he thanked her as grabbed it and filled out the information he had, “Do you know what to do once you get in the car and onto the driver’s seat?”

“Adjust the seat, adjust the mirrors, check the lights, and make sure I have gas,” She listed out as she did all of those. Clicking the pen once he’s filled in the necessary information he turned to her with a raised brow, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Looking around her, she tried her best to recall the driving lessons she took and when nothing seemed missing to her she just shook her head no with a slight pout — August originally thought was a childish and foolish expression but she just made it look downright adorable.

Y/N held her breath as Henry leaned over to her so close that their noses nearly touched and his fingertips brushed against her skin as he grabbed the seatbelt, dragging it across her to click it in its place. She didn’t expect him to get that close to her, but she certainly wasn’t complaining when it gave her an up close view of how good he looked in that polo shirt; and the man too was surprised at his sudden move — he was debating with himself that he only did so to ensure her safety, just so she’d be alive and share about her father’s whereabouts, but there was this part of him that was convinced that he just wanted a reason to be close to her. “You’re forgetting the most important safety precaution, sweetheart; and that’s to wear your seatbelt.”

Smiling nervously at him she apologized to which he simply grunted at, “I trust you know how to start the engine?” Her confident persona surfaced, her right hand turned the key to start the car as her left hand rested on the wheel. “What do you need to do before pulling away?”

“Check the mirrors for any oncoming vehicles,” She glanced at the rear and side view mirrors, “Look over to your blind spot,” Twisting her head to look over her shoulder and verify that there was no one or nothing that was incoming, “Signal then drive away.” Turning on her signal light, she put the car from park to drive and began leaving her front yard.

August was impressed with her — for someone who was such a fumbling mess earlier was really focused on driving; he thought that was rare for a beginning driver, as they were far too excited at the thought of getting to go anywhere they wanted. “Good job. I have to say your focus is impeccable as well,” His compliment got her nervously saying thanks. “What’s the speed limit for residential areas?”

“30 kilometers per hour; Do I Just go straight?” They were nearing an intersection and she was told, “Yeah go straight; we’re not leaving the neighborhood just yet.” She nodded and just before she got to cross the intersection she hit the brakes smoothly as there was a stop sign. “One car there, still empty there,” Y/N took note as she moved her head left and right to check the traffic situation.

Once the road was clear she drove straight ahead and her instructor applauded her, “When you take the test, don’t be afraid to talk to yourself like that if it helps. And don’t forget to check if there was already a car from the opposite direction with a stop sign; know why?”

She nodded firmly as her eyes shifted from the road ahead, the rear view mirror, and the speedometer, “Because then they’d have right of way.” August noticed how the tone of her voice would differ; during the earlier part of their interaction, it was soft and low, but now as they drove around it was loud and clear. “When is your driver’s exam again?” He knew when she’d take it — he just thought that by asking that he’d somehow be able to milk information regarding her father.

“This Saturday,” She responded and it seemed that she was nervous about it given how her voice lowered again. “Turn right at the next intersection,” He ordered her. Seeing that she had no stop signs in her direction, she turned on the signal light and moved to the appropriate lane. Once she checked that there were no pedestrians crossing, moved to complete her turn.

“Notice how there weren’t any stop signs on two sides and yet there were on the two?” When she nodded he quizzed her again, “What does that mean?” Before answering him there were kids who were about to cross and she stepped on the brakes, coming to a complete stop and smiled as she signaled for the kids to cross. As she waved at the kids who smiled and yelled thank you she answered him, “Means that I have the right of way; even if someone arrives from the directions with stop signs they have to wait for me to pass before going on.”

“It’s great that you know the answers, some don’t,” He fed her some bullshit to which she bought as she softly laughed. “Well I don’t want to have to retake the exam,” Her lack of use of the word again caught his attention and was quick to ask about it, “This is really your first time taking the test?”

She nodded yes as she stopped at a four way stop, allowing a pickup truck that stopped before her. “How come?” Pressing her foot on the gas, she brought the car forward as she explained, “I don’t know really. My dad usually brings me to places or I take the public transport.” Bingo, August thought, here’s a chance to know more about his whereabouts. “And now? You’re dad can’t take you? Turn left on the next intersection.”

Nodding, she checked the pedestrian if there was someone crossing and stopped at the stop sign to check for any oncoming vehicles, “He’s so busy with work that he can’t. Especially now that he’s out of town.” Not enough information, August thought; but he thought that by asking more questions he’d come off as too nosy. “Do you know how to park uphill and downhill?”

“I know which direction I have to turn the wheels to but I haven’t done that yet,” He nodded and instructed her on what to do. After teaching her how to do so properly, they took a break as August made some pointers over the things he observed as she drove. “It’s good that you keep your eyes moving around to check your surroundings; but don’t stay focused on one place for too long.”

Looking over at her, his heart beat fast with how her eyes looked wide and eager — and somehow he adored how innocent she looked, as she had no idea on what kind of world she got herself involved in ; it distracted him for a while but he managed to tear his gaze on her as he cleared his throat, “But sometimes you turn your signal light on too early, so be careful of that. And don’t stop too far from the stop line, that gives you demerit points.”

She nodded and took a mental note of everything he said, “What about with my parking?” Henry opened the door to check the distance of the car from the pavement, “You hill parking is good so far; not too close or too far. Think you can do parallel parking on that car on the next street?” Y/N eyes followed to where his finger pointed to a sedan that was parked, “Might need some help.”

Appreciating her honesty August reassured her, “Don’t worry I’ll guide you through it.” With his words she began to leave where she was parked and crossed the intersection. Once she was helped on the parallel parking process, her instructor beamed at her, “Good job, Y/N!”

“Thanks for your help, Henry,” The agent admittedly was caught off guard at the name she used— his dumb ass nearly corrected her and told him that wasn’t his name — he blamed it with how sweetly yet shyly she thanked him so that made him lose his concentration. “No worries,” He gruffly replied, which had Y/N found was odd with how his mood seemed to shift given his tone.

“Why don’t we head back home but let’s go through the main road; know the speed limit over there?” She nodded her head as she answered, “60 kilometers per hour, but by Hammonds Avenue it reduces to 50.” Satisfied he rubbed his hands over his thighs, “Fantastic! Get on with it, love.”

Her breath hitched at the name he called her and she paused for a second before pulling away; August too had no idea where that came from but he just couldn’t help himself. The rest of the drive on the way home was filled with stiff and tortuous silence; the radio was not turned on since the agent deemed it would distract her from driving. “Do an uphill parking over here,” He pointed to her front porch. She nodded and poked her tongue out a bit as she concentrated on the task at hand. “Okay, now neutral, then all the way to the left.”

When she felt the tire hit the curb she smiled brightly and turned to Henry, “All done.” The proud expression on her face was so captivating that despite holding himself back he couldn’t prevent himself from mirroring her proud expression with a genuine smile, “You did well today, Y/N. Maybe next time you’ll be the one bringing your dad to work.”

August kept his fingers crossed that his jab would provide him with more information about it; and she partially did, “Not anytime soon though; he’s not due back for at least two weeks.” Despite being disappointed at the vague information he managed not to physically display it as he nodded, “Oh that’s too bad then,” He faked sympathy and unbuckled his seatbelt as she did the same, “Same time tomorrow for our lesson okay?”

Nodding her head up and down, she grabbed her bag from the console and checked the road before exiting. “See you tomorrow, Henry,” She waved as they passed by each other as he walked over to the driver’s side. When their skins brushed, they both could feel a rush of electricity and it made Y/N nervously giggle and skipped away from him without even looking back at him due to how embarrassed she was.

Whereas on the other hand August was confused; he never met someone who made him feel this way. The way she was looking or smiling at him had him weak in the knees; which was something he never experienced before. As she was swiftly entering her home, the Hammer found himself watching her as she did so; just need to make sure she gets home safely, he convinced himself. Though the rational part of himself argued back idiot, she’s already on her porch! What possible harm can come to her?

Once she got inside he finally got in the car and fished out his phone from the glove compartment to connect it to the radio and call Sloane as he began driving to his temporary apartment. After a few rings she picked up, “Walker? How was the first day?”

“Not too bad. Got some minimal information about Roberts,” He could hear faint footsteps on Sloane’s end of the call and inferred she had just gotten back from a meeting. “What have you found out then?”

“Apparently he’s out of town,” His boss’ disappointment with the information was heard through her long sigh, “Any idea when will he return? And to where he is?” He shook his head as he spoke, “Y/N said at least two weeks before he comes back from work out of town.”

“Well that can’t be good,” No shit, August wanted to add but kept silent. “Is there any way you can remain in contact with Y/N even after your week of driving lessons are done?” Glaring at his phone the agent voiced his disbelief at what he was hearing, “Why should I pursue this lead? Can’t there be any other way to get to Roberts? What about his associates?”

Sloane let out an irritated sigh — one she rarely had to let out when she was talking to her best agent because he usually got the job done — before explaining, “His associates change; they come and go. We never really found a certain person or persons he works with. Y/N is the only constant person in his life and so if anything really she’s our only hope of bringing him in.” The silence from August’s end indicated that she got through his head.

“Now, is there any way you can remain in contact with Y/N even after your week of driving lessons?” He was now parked in the car park of his temporary base and he thought for a few seconds on how to answer her question. Call it impulsivity or whatever, but before he could even clearly think things through he found himself suggesting, “Perhaps I can ask her out on a date?”

In the years they’ve worked together, Sloane was always impressed and surprised with how August managed to accomplish each mission he assigned her successfully. But this one in particular, he surprised her with his suggestion; heck even August himself couldn’t believe the words that just left his mouth. “I just think that’s the cleanest way to play this one out,” He tried to defend his suggestion, “What other reason would a driving instructor have to remain in contact with their student right?”

The Hammer was cursing himself out with how feeble his justification was; Sloane on the other hand did find herself agreeing with him, “Do what you must.”

The rest of the week went by quickly and Y/N found herself looking forward to every driving lesson she had with her gorgeous instructor. And now that it was the last hour of the last day of their driving lessons, she couldn’t help but wish she got more time to spend with him. In the back of her mind she thought about failing the test in hopes that he’d help her out again. But then it would backfire quick if they sent a different instructor instead.

“Parallel park one last time with that Dodge over there,” His instructions brought her back from the plan she was hatching and going through. As she was executing his instructions, she failed to notice how instead of looking at what she was doing, Henry was observing every facial expression she was completing the task at hand. “There! How was that?” Her eyes staring back at him snapped him out of his entranced stare as he blinked a few times, “Oh well,” He opened the car door to check if the tires hit the curb and how far they were from the curb, “Good job, as usual. Though be careful when you turn the wheel to the right.”

She nodded slowly as she repeated his comment, “How do you feel about your exam tomorrow?” At the mention of her dreaded test she groaned a bit and he chuckled softly — he never saw her this stressed about the test in their previous lessons, so seeing her react this way was somewhat amusing to him. She looked at him with her lips slightly pouting and the skin in her forehead all wrinkled up, “I’m nervous about it; but at the same time I feel like I can do it?”

Henry’s left hand settled itself on her forearm as he affectionately rubbed her, as if he were trying to rid her of the stress and anxieties, “You’re gonna do great, love. Just calm yourself down before taking the test and don’t be afraid to talk to yourself as you drive if it helps you focus.” Y/N’s heartbeat sped up with how gentle he was; over the course of their lessons he came across as stern and rigid but this side of him was something she could get used to.

“How ‘bout you drive back home now, yeah?” She nodded and did so without trouble. August remembered how her father was gone and wondered who’d bring her to the test, “By the way, since you mentioned you dad was out of town, who’ll go with you then?”

Timidly smiling to herself she admitted, “I’ve asked some of my friends, but they all said how they had their own plans. I was gonna ask some of my coworkers and see how that goes.” Clicking his tongue with how unprepared she was, his mouth spit out, “Well how about I go with you then?” Before his brain could even analyze if that was the right thing to say.

Seeing as Y/N was driving she could only briefly glance at him, “You want to take me to the test?” August now backed himself against a wall and couldn’t find a way out, to hell with it, he thought to himself. “Way better than you driving illegally is it not?”

“That is true,” Y/N acknowledged, “But do you do that for all of your students?” Henry let out a laugh and her heart fluttered with how deep it was before he remarked, “Not for everyone, sweetheart, I’ll tell you that.” Feeling cocky with that she mused, “Then I must be special then?”

If you only knew, love, August thought to himself; while Y/N was scolding at herself for possibly flirting with her driving instructor. But technically he wouldn’t be on the day of her exam because their lessons ended, right? “Wanna know how special you really are?” He leaned his elbow on the console, bringing himself closer to her and he sensed how she held her breath as her body stiffened. Shaking her head was the only response she could offer as she was now focusing on parking the car in front of her house.

After coming to a halt she turned over to him and looked at him with curious eyes; Henry then took it as his cue to speak, “You’re so special that should you pass your exam tomorrow, I want to take you out on a date.” Her eyes widened comically that August thought she was an inspiration for a cartoon character. And the agent wasn’t sure if what he was saying was spoken out of desperation for the mission to succeed or because he had taken interest in her.

It had taken her a few seconds before replying and the agent was surprised when she said, “Are you shitting me or is this actually real?” He rid the smirk he had on his face and replaced it with a serious expression, “This is real, sweetheart. Do you think I go around and grace my students with nicknames?” He took her avoiding eyes as a no and his hand grabbed her chin to get her to face him directly, “So do we have a deal, sweetheart? I take you out right after your test for a date, if you pass?”

August held his breath as she unhooked his hand from her chin and leaned over him, planting a kiss on his cheek. His blue eyes were now wide as she had a toothy grin once she pulled away and with a smirk of her own said, “We have a deal, Henry.”

August found himself tapping his leg as he stared at the wall clock, hoping that his domineering stare would make time go faster. Thirty minutes had passed since Y/N started her driving exam and the agent found himself reevaluating in the meantime. Was asking her out on a date the only way to get close to Roberts?

Of course it was, he thought, She said her father will return in two weeks. You’d only have to go out with her once a week and somehow bring him into their conversation and hopefully milk out more intel about him.

Seeing a man dressed in a flannel-patterned polo reeled him back into the present; trailing behind the man was Y/N who had a blank expression on her face. Furrowing his eyebrows he mouthed, “What happened?” Anxiety coursed through his body but it quickly left his body as she winked at him and turned to follow the man. “Do you want to retain your picture from your permit or want to take another one?” He overheard the man ask Y/N, prompting August to relax and smile as he connected the dots — she passed her exam!

But as he was mentally celebrating her success he found himself thinking about how he now had to take her out on the date he promised. It’s just for work, he deliberated, only going out with her to know more about her father. Nothing more, nothing less. However there was this thought nagging him on the back of his head that it wasn’t just for that reason he was taking her out.

Henry groaned as her lips sucked on the sweet spot on his neck as her nails were planted on his shoulders. His large hands alternated between squeezing and rubbing her ass as she grinded herself on his lap.

They found themselves in this situation after Y/N giddily squealed at August how she passed; the agent kissed her forehead as he told her how proud he was of her. As they went to their date he let her drive and as he settled on the passenger seat, his hand rested on her thigh, testing the waters to see if she was comfortable with it — and by the way her thighs pressed against each other, caging in his hand between them, he got the message that she welcomed it happily.

Even throughout the dinner, they both couldn’t get enough of each other. The skin of their arms remained so close to each other that it was as if they were glued to each other. Y/N was beginning to think that the only reason Henry ordered pasta was so he could eat with a single hand so his opposite hand can rest on her thigh. But she wasn’t complaining as she rested her thigh above his.

As they drove back to her place one thing led to another and it ended with Y/N climbing over the console and situating herself on Henry’s lap as their mouths captured each other’s. Y/N unbuttoned his shirt as her lips littered his chest with kisses, she’d linger sometimes in a certain spot long enough to leave marks.

Rolling her hips in his lap, she felt his hard on pressing against her clothed crotch and moaned against his skin. When her dainty fingers were done unclasping the buttons that confined his toned and broad upper body, her hand travelled lower to palm his bulge and before she could open the zipper Henry caught her roaming hand with his, “I think doing this in your house is far better than some cramped up vehicle; don’t you think?”

A blissed out nod was all the response Y/N could give; with that affirmation August opened the door and carried the girl out and shut the car door with his foot. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she planted kisses all over her instructor’s face. She whined as she was put down but understood that it was her cue to unlock the door; though the man behind her was not making the task easy as he was nipping at the skin of her neck and his hands were rubbing her arms.

“Fucking finally,” August rasped out as Y/N managed to unlock the front door and they both hastily entered and the agent shut and locked the door behin him; he spun her to face him so he could rip off her shirt and he smirked as the girl whimpered, clearly turned on with what he did. “Such a naughty girl you are, aren’t you? Going out without even covering these nice tits.” Wrapping his mouth around a breast, she ran her fingers through his hair to encourage him with what he was doing. Without detaching his mouth from her tit and instead switching between the two, he took the initiative to lead them into her couch.

Pushing her to lie on her back, August rid himself of his clothes; he was moving too quickly that Y/N didn’t have the time to take a good look at his chiseled body. Hovering above her, he smirked at her once he noticed her thighs were clenching, “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Pathetically nodding she grabbed at his shoulders, “Please touch me, Henry.” Snarking at her he tore her leggings and her panties had the same fate. Now that she was just as exposed as he was, August leaned down to lick downwards from her clit and to her pussy. “You taste heavenly, love.” He lapped at her more, needing to quench his thirst for her and curiosity of what she would taste like. “As much as I adore your taste I’m afraid this will have to wait,” Pushing away her legs that wrapped around his neck, he kissed his way up until he was face to face with her.

“Why not?” She whined as she clawed at his back, moaning as she felt the plain of his back muscles. He distracted her by kissing her deeply as his hand stroked his cock a few times before sliding it in her in one stroke. “That’s why,” He huskily answered against her lips; he moved so his knees touched her thighs, allowing him to rut into her properly.

August removed his lips from hers as he instead planted kisses on her neck as his hands toyed with her nipples and breasts; Y/N, on the other hand, was whining about how good he felt. The skin at the back of her thighs was rippling as he thrusted himself in and out of her rapidly and harshly; the top of his thighs hitting against the back of hers, “You feel so good, Henry. So thick and hard inside me.” The man smirked at her wails, loving how wrecked she sounded — in the back of his nasty brain he noted that this was his favorite version of her.

Her hands held onto his biceps, nails leaving harsh marks on his pale and sweaty skin; it turned August even more how her delicate hands couldn’t even wrap half the size of his arm. Her velvet and silk-like walls were squeezing into his cock so tight that it was triggering his orgasm already — the agent would usually last longer, but given how turned on he was coupled with the fact the past week edged him, he was already close to unloading his bottled up frustrations.

“You already got me almost cumming,” He hoarsely whispered in her ear, feeling her wrap her legs around him to pull her closer against him. That didn’t stop him from slamming into her pussy to the point his trimmed pubic hair rubbed against her clit, adding more friction and pleasure for the both of them. “Seems like you are too, love,” Both her nipples were then squeezed to tease her even more and August was just even more amused with how responsive her precious body was underneath him.

“Please Henry, make me cum. I wanna feel your cum all over me too,” She managed to gasp out in between breaths; the man above her growled when he heard how good she sounded as she begged and had no choice but to comply. He leaned down to suckle on her nipple as the other breast was being toyed by his hand. Her clit too received attention as it was being rubbed and pinched with his other hand. As his hips slammed against her thighs harshly and his cock railed her in swift and sharp thrusts, Y/N could only moan and roll her eyes at the simulations she was receiving.

The only warning she could provide him of her impending orgasm was her patting against his biceps as her walls unexpectedly clung to his dick tighter than ever and came around him. August didn’t relent and continued his animalistic pace, milking her orgasm and removing his mouth from her tit to stare at her blissed out and drowsy state provoked his orgasm as well.

“Fucking hell, love,” He groaned out as he slid in all the way inside her and didn’t thrust furthermore as he spilled his load inside her. With their foreheads touching against each other, they breathed against each other to calm themselves down. Y/N’s hands removed themselves from Henry’s biceps; instead she was now stroking his back, as if coaxing the large man above her to calm down. While August rested his hands on her sides, as if memorizing every inch of her skin.

Y/N squealed as she was being lifted up and carried into her bedroom. Contrary to how she was laid down on the couch roughly, her former driving instructor laid her down gently. Kissing her forehead he went to her ensuite bathroom and returned with a towel. Y/N looked at him with loving eyes as he wiped off their combined juices that spilled out of her delicious cunt. Throwing the towel on her hamper, he then laid beside her and August chuckled lightly with how quick the girl was to latch herself onto him for a cuddle — and he did open his arms to welcome her and wrapped them around her smaller figure.

“I hope you don’t do this with all your students?” Her comment had him humorously rolling his eyes and Y/N giggled at his antics. “No, I don’t, love. I promise,” He even held his pinky up for a pinky promise and she was more than eager to latch her pinky with his; bringing their tangled pinkies to his mouth, Henry placed a gentle kiss on them before untangling them so they could hold hands instead. “Well I guess I’m really special?”

Nodding, he lowered his head down a bit so he could kiss her deeply and passionately. Breaking their kiss August replied, “So special that I want to take you out again next week,” Without even disconnecting their lips.

Y/N sleepily mumbled, “I’d like that a lot, Henry.” Her eyes were starting to feel heavy and August kissed her forehead again, “Sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning.” She nodded against him and did so. For the next few minutes, the CIA agent reflected his actions and decisions. He told Sloane that he’d ask Y/N out on a date only to remain in contact with her. That was it — a date.

But how the hell did he end up enjoying the date — let alone her company and herself — and then taking her to bed? This was a mess. He shouldn’t have slept with her for it would just complicate things. When August saw how she was steadily breathing, he moved out of the bed and rested her head on a pillow. He went out to her living room to look for his pants that he earlier discarded; grabbing for his phone he sent out a text to Sloane :

Secured a meetup with Y/N next week. Will try to fish out more information about Roberts.

He turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. As he was staring at his scattered clothes, he was debating whether he should stay the night with Y/N or just leave right now. Even though he knew which option seemed like the most logical, he surprised himself. He went back to bed and cuddled Y/N close as he too began to drift off to dormancy — he stayed.

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what about spencer having the BIGGEST crush on you but he has never said anything abt it so he just wants to be near you all the time. one day he overhears a conversation between u and penelope talking about a guy so immediately he thinks its a guy that you’re talking to (when it’s not) and things go on from there

Oh, stop-

YN gets to a point where she can’t take it any longer; she needs to tell someone the goings on in her mind.

She’s been at the unit for less then three months and everyone had welcomed her so politely and so warmly and they invited her in like she had been there for years, sharing inside jokes with certain members of the team and holding a spot in the team that no one could fill if she wasn’t there due to illness or holiday. It was a hole that was massive to fill, shoes too big, a void that hung heavy when she wasn’t around. She had her moments with each member of the team, she had already made personal memories that she would cherish forever and she had bonds stronger to some than others... or to one other person, if she had to tell the honest truth.

Spencer.

From the very first day on the job and as soon as she stepped foot off the jet for the first time for her first case as an agent, she was plunged into an order with Spencer. He made it his priority to show her the ropes; what they did when they were travelling to a scene, what to expect when they arrived at a crime scene, what they spoke about with the victim’s families and how the dealt the grief that they felt when a case was taken to heart and he made sure to tell her that if she needed to take a break then it was more than okay to hide away and shed a few tears before coming back with a clearer mind. She remembered that so clearly and so vividly; it was their first conversation, apart from their brief exchanges of ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ when they arrived at the unit and saw one another before the day began, and and it was a conversation that started off and helped blossom their friendship. From then, they were almost inseparable at the office and they worked best when they were put on an order together... the ‘dream team’ was the name they were given by the unit and it stuck so perfectly that it ended up becoming personal and meaningful.

YN just never expects to gain feelings from it...

So what was she supposed to do when she was three months into a job, three months into a friendship she felt so grateful for and three months into a chapter in her life which was something so incredible to her that she feared losing it over something as minor as falling for a colleague? A friend? What did she do?

Garcia seemed to be her only option.

A sisterly figure who always seemed to be so chipper, so bright and spritely, so sweet and kind and caring and YN felt like she could share anything and almost everything with her without worrying she was going to spread it around the office as cheap gossip that she thought should be shared. A figure she adored from the moment she met, from the moment they shared their hobbies and from the moment she offered YN a pen holder that was eccentrically designed with paper clips and pom-poms and pipe-cleaners that were glittery and brightly coloured.

With an extra coffee in the cardboard holder and a warmed croissant in a paper bag that had Garcia’s name written in scrawny handwriting, she knocks on the door and enters at the permission she was given.

“Good morning, sugar plum. How may I assist you today?”

YN grins as she leans against the table beside Penelope and passes a coffee to her, which she gratefully accepts and takes a rather heart sip and lets the warm liquid trickle down her throat, a groan of pleasure filling the room.

“You know me all too well,” she smiles and squeezes YN’s hand, “what’s the matter though? You don’t normally bring me coffee or a croissant so what can I help you with?”

“I need your help, Garcia.”

“With what? Come on, fill me in.”

YN shyly giggles and looks at her feet, the support of the table holding her securely enough that she could lean on the heels of her shoes, her thumbs picking at her nails nervously. The tingling in her stomach made her feel sick; was she really about to admit a secret she had been dreading to say aloud? For some reason, she felt like if she said it aloud then everything became real and having it become real was something she hadn’t necessarily thought about.

“So, I, uh-” she coughs nervously and takes a glance at Garcia, “I think I’ve developed some feelings for someone I just met and, and I guess I’m little nervous about it because this is the first guy I’ve actually really liked but there are things holding us back and I think it’s against the rules to even go on a date with him.”

“Against the rules? Have you never read Romeo and Juliet?”

“It’s not so easy,” YN sighs, “I don’t think he likes me anyway so it’s not really a Romeo and Juliet love story. I’m pining after someone who doesn’t like me back in that way.”

Garcia reaches over and squeezes her hand.

What neither of them notice is the movement of Spencer appearing in the doorway of the office, feeling a little intrusive as he hid himself around the corner yet still at a distance where he could hear when the conversation came to its end. A conversation he didn’t really want to listen to because it tore him to bits on the inside. His heart almost torn to shreds because the girl he liked... the only girl he had ever felt close to, who he felt a connection with, only saw him as a friend and a friend only when he saw her as something so much more than that. A reason to wake up and get to work early, a reason to find the best result in a case, a reason to smile and laugh and joke because life was for living and he felt like he hadn’t done much of that in his solo reign.

“Garcia, he’s driving me mad. Like, the good kind of mad. It’s the kind of mad where I’m thinking about him constantly, I’m imagining what it’s like to be with him in certain situations like when I’m cooking breakfast or making dinner or watching some television,” she sighs and even though her shoulders dip down, she feels a huge weight lifted from her shoulders, “heck, I even think about them when I’m you know what-ing, Garcia. That’s not healthy, is it?”

“I’m no profiler, sweet-cheeks, but I think you’re in a little too deep for this guy. He’s lucky. You should go for it with him, don’t hold back on what you feel on the inside,” she softly pokes a fingertip into YN’s chest, “your heart tells you a lot and if thats how you’re feeling towards him then ask him out. Be that big and bold girl I know you are.”

“You think so?”

Spencer desperately wants to hear Garcia deny everything that she had said before; don’t encourage her to date some idiot who didn’t know about a neat thing called respect when she could have someone who treated her perfectly, he thought to himself, someone who was standing under her nose and praying she saw him like he saw her.

“Absolutely, YN. And you have to bring him to meet me and the rest of the team as soon as possible, okay? I want to know all about the guy who stole your heart and turned you all soft and happy,” Garcia smiles.

If only she knew that she’d already met him, YN thought. xx

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everyminewtcounts · 3 years

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so i watched godless bc....*coughs* tbs...but all i can think of is

minewt western!au

• minho is a bounty hunter who’s rly well known and an amazing marksman. like if you’re a bandit on the run you do Not want this guy coming after you bc he Will find you

• nevertheless, no bounty hunter is without his weaknesses, and for minho, that’s his shooting skills. he’s decent at shooting, more decent than most sheriffs, but in comparison to his tracking abilities, he has to admit his shooting is a bit lacking. he’s always on the lookout for someone to teach him a thing or two, and he has considered teaming up with a marksman on occasion. but he’s just never found one he can tolerate long enough to commit to.

• newt is the deputy in this rly small town. it’s the kind of town you pass through, no one in their right mind stops there bc there’s like 1 very mediocre saloon and it doesn’t even have a proper inn.

• newt is in his late teens. no one rly takes him seriously in the town as the deputy bc he’s just this sweet kid they’ve all known his whole life. he’s ben an orphan since he was abt 10, so the town has sort of collectively raised him, which means they’re all very protective of their deputy (anyone who passes thru the town on very rare occasions remarks on the irony of a town being protective of their deputy since like. the deputy is supposed to be protecting them). the one thing that no one can deny tho is that he’s an incredible marksman.

• so one day minho is tracking someone, and the bandit just so happened to pass through this little town where nothing ever happens. he goes there to speak to the sheriff to get any info he can on this guy, but when he goes into the sheriff’s office the sheriff isn’t there. instead there’s this young deputy who’s just the prettiest thing minho has ever seen and ohmygod when he speaks he’s witty and teasing so of course minho is his usual flirty and sassy self too. they’re so busy being flirty idiots that he forgets why he’s even in this sheriff’s office in a known-for-nothing town until the sheriff returns and interrupts their ridiculous flirty banter session.

• the sheriff is alby.

• needless to say alby isn’t having any of it. he walks in and has abt 2 seconds to assess the situation of newt and this famous bounty hunter flirting and his protective instinct kicks in and he’s like absolutely not.

• he makes it obvious that he doesn’t like minho (minho is perplexed by this—everyone likes minho. even the bandits he captures can’t help but laugh at his jokes). but in alby’s eyes it’s rly easy to find reasons to dislike minho. for starters minho is a bounty hunter and on principle alby thinks the whole profession is ridiculous (“leave the criminal catching up to the real law, i’ve always said,” he complains to newt on multiple occasions. newt just rolls his eyes bc no, alby has not always said that. not until minho showed up). then there’s the fact that minho is so young for a bounty hunter (he can’t possibly be more than 2 or 3 years older than newt), which just annoys alby bc “who gave this kid the right to enforce the law?” (newt rolls his eyes more aggressively at that one bc he’s as old as me, alby. “and since when were you old enough to enforce the law?” alby retorts).

• so minho gets his information from alby and leaves town. alby makes sure to spend the next few weeks pointing out everything wrong w bounty hunting, intending to sully newt’s opinion of minho bc there’s no way alby’s precious deputy is going to b whisked off by some bounty hunter who’s probably definitely reckless and would just end up putting newt in danger. this tactic definitely backfires tho bc it just means newt is thinking abt minho constantly now.

• minho captures the guy he was tracking. he’s supposed to bring the guy to the marshal, which means he has to go back through newt’s town (well, he doesn’t have to. most ppl definitely don’t go thru the town on the way to the marshal’s office bc there’s no reason to. you can travel on other roads that everyone knows are faster). but minho has to travel thru the town bc well the horse that he caught the bandit on need’s one of its horseshoe’s repaired. so obviously he has to go thru newt’s town specifically. and not one of the many other towns along the way that have a way more varied selection of blacksmiths.

• he goes to the sheriff’s office first to ask alby to keep the bandit he’s captured in the jail there while minho sees abt the horseshoe. sadly newt isn’t there like minho had hoped, and it’s just alby, who lets him keep the bandit there but very begrudgingly. minho decides to go to the blacksmith next bc that horseshoe does rly need repairing, and maybe he’ll see newt on the way.

• the blacksmith is gally. minho finds him in the saloon chatting to the owner of the saloon (aka frypan), and after asking abt fixing the horseshoe minho asks where he can find the deputy. both gally and fry look at each other like oh so this is that bounty hunter alby’s been on abt. they’re not so obtuse as alby, but they do become suddenly rather cold toward minho. even still, fry (reluctantly) tells minho that newt’s probably “shooting over the hill”

• when he exits the saloon, tho, minho is met by minor chaos bc the bandit has gotten out of the jailhouse. the guy is getting on a horse and minho draws his gun and is debating whether to shoot or if he can even make the shot without hurting the horse when someone actually does shoot, hits the guy right in the leg as he’s getting up on the horse, causing him to slip and fall to the ground. minho whirls around to see where the shot came from and he spots newt way down the main street, further away than minho is from the guy, gun drawn.

• ofc minho’s first thought is like what the hell how is this guy such a good marksman. and his second thought, immediately after that, is that’s my marksman. he’s been wanting to team up with one, after all, and it’s not his fault that this one also happens to be rly pretty and fun to flirt with.

• minho also assumes newt must be, like, way more experienced than his position as the town deputy lets on. but little does he know that newt’s actually just incredible at shooting bc there’s absolutely never anything to do in this town so he spends most of his time just practicing shooting old beer bottles and learning new gun tricks. (hence fry’s statement that newt was probably “shooting over the hill.”)

• so anyway. this is getting WAY too long but minho is absolutely head over heels for this rly cool deputy that must have some amazing stories to tell bc if he can shoot like that he must have had some adventures. so now every time minho is even remotely going in the direction of the town while tracking someone he makes sure to pass through and ask alby if he has any info on the guy minho’s looking for (which alby never does bc “i told you, kid, no one comes thru this damn town except you and that idiot newt shot off a horse”). and ofc on his way back once he’s found whoever he’s tracking he always just so happens to have to stay the night in one of the rooms above fry’s saloon (which is very much not a proper inn, literally just a room fry uses for storage with a cot in it). which means he has to house whatever criminal he’s traveling w in alby’s jail cell. which means he has to run into newt. and make flirty conversation. obviously.

• everyone in the town is fully aware of what minho is doing and also not very happy abt it bc like alby they’re all way overprotective of newt. the only person in town who is completely oblivious to the fact that minho is totally in love w newt is newt himself.

• until minho finally gets up the nerve to kiss him, that is.

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kelieah · 4 years

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no way (peter parker x reader)

summary: it’s your first day of work and you run into someone oddly familiar

warnings: fluff, normal au, based on a real experience lol

edited: this is rlly shitty i havent written in forever im sorry ksdjfbdh also i wanna add onto this mini “series”, bc like if this cute guy rlly is my old crush i-

a/n: so ofc i have like no motivation to catch up w my requests atm- im so sorry skjdfbhgdj but i had my first day of work the other day so why not write a quick blurb abt how that went hehe

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Honestly. I’m more excited than nervous. Right? Maybe because of that cute boy I saw the other day when I came into the store for my interview, but he’s irrelevant. Kinda.

You remember waiting in line and seeing him bag groceries. His brunette curls were all over the place and his pair of pretty brown eyes were focused on his task.

Ugh, I could just tell he’s gorgeous, even if half his face was covered because of his mask.

You thought to yourself as you slyly checked him out from the corner of your eye. He was wearing the stores’ shirt with some baggy jeans and worn-out new balances. For some reason, that was the most attractive thing ever to you. Maybe quarantine really was getting to you.

After the not-so-nerve-wrecking interview, you felt even more excited to start working. If they accept you of course. What made you feel that way was the fact that someone who has been working there for a while will help you out, if you do start of course. At least, that’s what the manager who was interviewing you said.

A couple of days later, you get the job. Which seemed pretty obvious, but you were stoked nonetheless. Mainly because you actually got the job and because you might get to work with the pretty boy. Then again, might.

You’re probably barely going to see him around the store and maybe that’s a good thing. You can be awkward as fuck even though you act confident from time to time. Attractive people make you nervous, you can’t help it.

Your first day starts and everything’s pretty chill, just had to sign some papers. Now you’re in some office room starting a couple of video training modules. You lean on the palm of your hand and scroll through the list of the videos you had to watch. About 33 videos and documents, fanfuckingtastic.

Some time passes by and you glance at the computer’s time realizing it’s time to start your lunch. You shift off the headphones you were using and stand up, telling your newly acquainted coworker that you’re taking a lunch.

Okay. What do I do now? I clock out, right? Then go grab some lunch. Okay? Cool. I got this.

You breathe out and walk to the back of the store, then towards the break room to clock out. You let your manager know you’re going to go the nearby Starbucks to grab some lunch and begin to head out the store with a sense of relief rushing through your body.

That sense of relief immediately diminishes when that cute guy, stops you from leaving. “Hey, are you a courtesy clerk?” he asks, smiling at you beneath his mask.

You notice his eyes slightly squint from smiling making your stomach fill with butterflies. You nod slowly, “U-Uhm, yep.”

He stifles a laugh and holds up some empty bottle, walking up to you. You gulp and glance at him, “Could you please refill this with sanitizer for me? It’s in the back of the store, by the janitor’s closet.”

“Yeah sure,” you take ahold of it but instantly realize you don’t know where that is, “I-I’m sorry, where is that a-again?” you let out a breathy laugh.

He chuckles, “It’s uhm, somewhere in the back. I have to help these customers out but just ask someone. They’ll know. Thank you!” he walks back out to the front of the store.

Okay, fuck. Just help the cute guy. Doesn’t matter that you’re on lunch, just go.

You inhale deeply and quickly walk away, doing his favor. You come back and walk up to him, keeping a distance. “H-Here,” you say quietly but notice he’s too focused on helping others to hear you. You bite your lip nervously out of habit and watch him.

His eyes look so familiar. Almost like. No way? Could it be, Peter Parker from freshman year? Shut the fuck up, no way.

You feel your heart begin to race at the thought. You glance at his outfit to check for a name tag but didn’t catch anything.

Shit.

You look back up at him when you notice him come close, “Sanitizer, right?” he chirps.

You nod, “Y-Yeah.”

“Thanks,” he goes back to his job. You make your way past him with widened eyes and walk out the store to Starbucks.

That did not just fucking happen. He’s so cute, oh my god. Wait, could that really be him? It went by too fast, shit! Oh my god. I got over Peter Parker two years ago, did he really have to show up now? No, no fucking way it’s him. Whatever. I’ll find out his name eventually. Then, I guess we’ll see.

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baby-impalas · 4 years

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dating jacob barber would include...

a/n: i got so carried away i'm so sorry. this is post defending jacob (and we’re gonna pretend he was innocent)!

- ok ok - so - jacob can be kinda cold and distant - but around you he’s just the sweetest - bc you’re one of the only people he’s ever met - who’s just totally authentically themselves - and doesn’t give a shit abt what people think - and he loves that

- hand holding - lots of it - even under the table during Barber Family Dinners - oh his parents love you - Barber Family Movie Nights!!! - they let u join sometimes because - “you’re practically family now, yn” - they love how happy you make him - and whenever he talks about you to them - he gets a loving twinkle in his eyes - and they’re like !!!!!!! - being woken up by andy playing ac/dc - even though u were already awake and had to pretend to be sleeping bc of reasons - he watches the office u can fight me on it - lots of “that’s what she said” jokes - “you know that joke isn’t funny anymore” - “your mom isn’t funny anymore” - intense eyeroll - u guys watch the office together - and if u don’t like it he forces u to - but he kisses u a lot during it anyways so it’s fine either way - oh speaking of the office - that one song jan’s assistant, hunter, wrote - ya know - “that one night” “one night!” - yeah that one - sometimes if u guys are in a fight he’ll just start singing that song - and then you’ll join in - n suddenly ur not mad anymore - he also has kind of a decent voice - it’s not great - but u think it’s soothing to listen to - playing video games together!! - he only lets u win when ur mad - he’s real good - sometimes he’ll help u out or teach u little tips & tricks - u just laugh and call him a nerd - but secretly u think it’s sweet - ok hear me out - u guys watch ted talks together - cuz he gets impatient when he doesn’t know something - and he finds them helpful - so if ur around he makes u watch too - bc why watch ted talks alone - when u could watch em with ur cute ass girlfriend??? - cuddling - u wouldn’t think he’s a big cuddler - but he totally is - most of the time he insists on being big spoon - and it’s so cute - cuz he gets so insistent - “yn i swear to god if you’re not in my arms in the next five seconds-” - “what are you gonna do?” - pause - “kiss you.” - he loves when u do the butt thing - y’know the whole “just trying to get comfortable” thing - he has a lot of nightmares bc of the trial - sometimes he’ll wake up and cry - because he feels guilty even though he didn’t do it - and he’ll try to be quiet but you’ll hear him anyway - bc you’ve grown to be a lighter sleeper knowing he wakes up a lot - so you hold him and tell him everything’s okay - that it wasn’t his fault - that you love him and you’re there for him - and he kisses u till he feels better - honestly u were one of his only safe places after the whole incident - andy loves u for it - sometimes u help them cook - because jacob won’t - yeah so u love jacob - but his music taste is not a1 - all he sends u is rap music - and ur like okay cool but - then u send him a link to fallingforyou by the 1975 - and he loses his shit - he loves it so much - “how did they capture exactly what it was like falling in love with you?? how did they do that???” - so he asks u for more suggestions - and finally he broadens his preferences in that arena - but fallingforyou always holds a special place in his heart - cause it reminds him of the night u guys started dating - u were over at his bc you’d asked him to help u with homework - he was lowkey bummed cuz he thought that’s all u wanted - but he said fuck it and took a chance anyway - he kissed you - just a quick peck - you stared at him afterwards - in his mind he was just like - what

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--- fuck - you’re such an idiot - of course she didn’t wanna kiss u - bc you’re you and she’s her - and how could anyone ever like the kid that everybody bullies- - but then u kissed him again - and he realized just how bad he had it for you - ok wait but going back to music - jacob has a weird obsession with the song apple bottom jeans???? - like - every time it comes on he gets the biggest smile - the dorkiest dance moves - he’s not good at dancing - but it’s cute

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pairing: achilles (oc) / reader

word count: 2256

summary: sometimes a deviation from a simple routine can yield highly pleasant results.

req: May I request a short drabble (or whatever you feel like writing) for Achilles with 3 or 6 from the first prompt list? Thank you JJ, I love you - @roseofalderaan (3- smiling into a kiss, 6- chasing someone’s lips after they pull away)

a/n: i went with both bc both is good (and also bc this boy deserves all the love ever). read all abt him here!

“will that be all, commander?” you questioned. your workday was drawing to a close and you wanted nothing more to get your nightly escort home and wind down from yet another stressful day at the office. the nightly ritual had begun not long after you got this job and befriended the coruscant guard, some of them sticking a little closer to you during the day when possible.

but only one ever walked you home, claiming that the streets he worked to protect every day were no place for someone so… unsullied, he would say, guiding you home with a steady hand on your back and a smile hidden by his bucket. his soft laugh would bring yours bubbling to the surface like a simmering pot of homemade soup, nourishing your soul and leaving you full of joy and… something else.

thoughts of one of said guardsmen had you zoning out while fox was talking, very likely giving you another task to complete before the people you’d need to go to left for the night. you had spotted him over fox’s shoulder from where you stood several feet from him, having a gentle conversation with hearth and a few others. it made you so happy to see him bonding with his brothers this way, getting the attention and care he deserves from those closest to him.

fox notices the distracted, glazed look in your eyes and knows that you’re not hearing a single word he’s saying. looking over his shoulder, he’s quick to realize why: achilles. “that’ll be all,” fox assures you with a hand on your elbow before turning to take care of the task himself. he can give his younger brother this much happiness, what little bit he’s able to get. “get home safe.”

ever since he joined the guard, fox worried for achilles. he was too headstrong, had seen too much in so few years that he wasn’t going to let this assignment beat him into the submission that allowed many others to cope day to day. it would have made his life a little easier, fox believed, but it would have also made him believe he was unworthy of the joy found when with you.

when you’re dismissed, you make a beeline to where your trooper stood bucket in hand, a gentle smile gracing his lips. maker, he looked so young when he smiled. you’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. lacing your fingers with the hand not holding his bucket, you smile at him and his eyes are immediately caught by yours.

achilles was the first to speak, hand squeezing yours as he felt himself ascend to the stars when you smiled at him. “are you ready to go, cyar’ika?” hearth notices the way some of the weight rises from his vod’s shoulders when you’re nearby, the smile he wore a bit more genuine.

“i’m more than ready, ‘chilles. it’s been a long day and i’m ready to be home.” he nods and bids his knowing brothers a farewell for the next while. until you got to your front door, every iota of his attention would be devoted to you and only you; the way your bright smile alone could power galactic city, the sparkle in your eyes when he said something that brought out your laughter. he’d walk every kilometer of this planet if it meant he could keep seeing such unbridled joy radiate from you.

but these moments — these little pockets of time where he was someone more than who he really was, yet nobody significant all the same — would tide him over until the next one arrived with the same inevitability as waking in the mornings.

conversation was a swift river, flowing freely within its confines. there were things you both believed should never be said; they served as the riverbed, the bounds within which conversation flowed. everything else, the things you were allowed to say, were the water. they were powerful and clear in intention yet stayed within their bounds. the two of you floated along it with ease, letting the currents sway you however they willed. there was never anything to fight against, never with him.

he recounts the day’s most notable and happy events (a shiny’s codpiece detached while trying to rescue a tooka from the top of a vendor’s stall, and hearth was glitter-bombed when trying to give fox dinner) with his usual spark of animation, leaving out the darker events that always serve as reminders of his harsh reality. you don’t need to be tarnished by his sadness, the daily struggle he and his brothers face simply because of the circumstances of their existence. that wasn’t your fight to take up arms in, not your sadness to feel.

no, he couldn’t dim your light with his permeating darkness.

it’s why he still hasn’t kissed you the way his lips ached to, why his hands haven’t held your hips as he tasted your honeyed smile for the first time.

you told him of the menial tasks that had been made more than you bargained for when you stumbled onto two maintenance workers snogging in an elevator, the small muffin that was gifted by the commander of the 420th on his way to the office of his senator friend, and the way it paired well with your lunch. achilles hung onto every word and the way he could hear your smile in every syllable, saving it for lonely nights when he needed something to distract him from himself.

the thing about time is that when you don’t pay attention to it, it’s quick to make haste with its passing.

sooner than either of you would have enjoyed, the door to your apartment was in front of you, a beacon of home tinged with an afterglow of loneliness that seemed to never leave. yes, all of your belongings were here and your bed was housed within those walls, but none of those things made it a home. something was missing, but exactly what that something was had yet to be discovered.

his hand fell back to his side, the sight of your door a reset button to his decorum. your hand was colder without his in it, you noticed for the first time. you didn’t like knowing this and desperately yearned to get that warmth back immediately despite the fact you were walked to and from work by the man in front of you every day and it’d only be a few hours until you’d feel it again.

you couldn’t wait hours to hold his hand again, to be surrounded by his radiance in all its glory. in a bold move you never thought yourself capable of, you extended an invitation you’d mulled over for weeks.

“i’ll, uh, see you in the morning—”

“would you like to come in?”

achilles was stunned. why you would want to invite him into your home? this place was your sanctuary, your respite from the workday and from all expectations the world thrust upon you. he didn’t believe himself worthy of such an honor, but only a fool would look a gift blurrg in the mouth.

so he followed you inside slowly, eyes flicking around the entire space to drink up everything he could. this was an opportunity to know you better, to see you at your most comfortable. “welcome to my humble abode, make yourself at home.”

there was a soft-looking blanket draped across the back of your couch that he imagined you curling up under on cool nights spent watching holofilms. photos of you and your friends covered the walls, smiles bright and abundant. there was a bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter that he was eyeing and you were quick to notice how his attention was drawn to it. “you can have some, if you’d like. i have plenty to share.”

how were you so generous with what you had, being so willing to share everything you owned in this vast galaxy with a clone? better yet, how were you real?

a pink lady apple was snagged from its former resting place and relieved of a bite-sized chunk. achilles hummed in enjoyment of the sweet-tart flavor that invaded his mouth as he joined where you sat on the couch, hand patting the space beside you. he obliged and was able to wedge himself between you and the arm of the couch but only when he leaned a little closer to you than he would have ever dared to outside of this safe haven.

you two sat in almost-silence for a while (achilles was still enjoying his apple, after all), a small bit of his weight pressing cozily into your side with one arm resting on the back of the couch. to be honest, you weren’t sure what to do now that he was here. so much time had been devoted to how you’d get him inside that there was not even a vague idea as to what you were supposed to do now.

the armor he wore did nothing to ruin the coziness of the moment, still being able to enjoy his company and the comfort his presence brought you. it was a big reason you felt so safe when walking home (besides the fact he had a blaster and was very proficient in wielding it). his apple core was soon the only thing left and it was gingerly set upon the endtable beside the arm of the couch he was close to, but after that there was stoicity.

neither of you knew where to go from here.

you turned to face him to ask if he wanted to watch a holofilm the same time he turned to ask you whether he could have another apple and wow you’d never been that close to his face before.

achilles drank in the proximity like a parched man on tatooine, branding the image of your slightly blushing face into his retinas for later enjoyment. then you laughed softly and he was a goner, an honest to maker goner. he was going to say something, he swears he was, but it slipped his mind for the moment. you were too busy biting your bottom lip and letting your chin fall, depriving him of those eyes he saw every time he closed his.

he couldn’t have that.

his fingertips took your chin, lightly lifting it back to the angle it formerly was posed at, where he could see your eyes and the smile behind them. in turn, your eyes were flitting between his eyes and lips that you were positive weren’t that plump before… were they?

then he pulled your chin ever closer and closed the vast centimeters that had kept you apart.

you weren’t sure how your lips had been able to resist the magnetic pull of his for so long now that they were together. truthfully, you had no clue how you were going to pull apart now that you knew what they felt like against yours. it was sweet velvet bliss, the taste of him. the pink lady mingled with something else that you knew had to be all him and oh stars was it intoxicating.

pulling away? since when was that an option? if it hadn’t been one before, it became one when you needed to breathe again. his lips chased yours, desperate to keep the blessed point of contact that he’d never wanted with anyone before you. the intimacy had your mind spinning.

he liked it, he actually liked it. he genuinely enjoyed that kiss and was wanting to continue kissing you, and who were you to keep him waiting? the magnetism won yet again and as he pulled you into his arms, you could feel him smiling into the kiss and you smiled back just as lovesick as he did.

muscles were slowly beginning to notify you of a dull ache caused by an angle you were unused to. you ignored it until feigning ignorance was no longer an option. it was time to move.

leaving the living room was an olympic effort. what if the boat in your river grew holes the moment one of you rose from the couch? how would you save the boat and not get washed away by the current? the answer was simple: get a bigger boat.

armor was shed and sleepclothes changed into before you guided him to your bed where you opened the blankets up for him, beckoning him ever closer and into your waiting arms. any hesitance was nowhere to be found as he crawled into the bed and wrapped himself around you. once he was under, time was taken to find a comfortable way to sleep. comfort was found with surprising ease, like he had been climbing into this bed for eons instead of seconds.

the change in environment did nothing but allow you closer to each other, nothing being damaged like you had both feared. in your bed, under your blankets and on your pillows, he still tasted of the same pink ladies and honey and clove he did on your couch. he still held your face in one trained hand that had known little more than violence before you came into his life.

as you carded your fingers through his hair, his other hand being held tenderly to your lips with all the affection you could muster, the final piece came together. achilles was what your apartment was missing, the building turning into a home at long last.

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