#did they offer to leave room for him to sit there but he declined politely like no that’s okay…

[chirpsythismorning]

Just remembered that Will sat on the icebox in the van for the 30 hr ride back to Hawkins

[saintgoo]

Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday ☆

PARING: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Best friend's brother trope, angst-ish

WARNINGS: Forced kiss (not from Rafe tho)

A/N: This is kinda rushed ngl. This fic came from a poll I did and it's a little poorly done, I promise I'll improve it when I have time.

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listen to Twilight while reading it :)

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much. Maybe you were too stubborn to take Sarah's advice and drink less, and maybe you were just realizing that now.

With clumsy steps, you got up from the bathroom floor after vomiting, heading to the sink washing your mouth and fixing your makeup. When Liam followed you like a dog the entire time at that party, you knew you would have to give him as little attention as he could let go of you, you just didn't expect to have to dance all night with him and be offered a kiss, and it was still 11 at night!

When he asked you for a kiss during the dance, all you could do was excuse yourself and go straight to the bathroom to escape the situation for a bit. The alcohol in your system should have given you the courage to refuse and maybe even finally tell him how unbearable and inconvenient he was being, but apparently all that drinking just made you more shy.

Locking the bathroom door, you were taken by surprise when the urge to vomit came out of nowhere, leaving you even a little more sober afterwards.

You sighed deeply when you finished adjusting, unlocking the door and walking slowly to the living room, where Liam was waiting for you. You saw him sitting on the couch next to Topper and a few other people you didn't know. When he saw you he smiled and walked towards you, hands stopping on your hips as if you were close friends or something else.

"Are you okay?" He asked, you didn't miss his peek at your chest, making you feel disgusted. You nodded, putting your arms around his neck reluctantly. You hated yourself so much at that moment for not speaking up for yourself. “So…” he continued after your lack of words.

“Do you wanna kiss me?"

You swallowed hard and looked away at Sarah on the stairs, holding the phone to her ear, as if she were on a call. “Look, Liam…” You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking of some way to politely decline.

Liam gradually lessened his smile, a frown appearing between his two eyebrows and he bit his lower lip when you took too long to respond. Suddenly, he took one of his hands from your hip to place it behind your head, forcing your mouth into contact.

You gasp in surprise, pushing at his chest trying to push him away. Until a sudden force separates the two of you, seeing Liam being pushed hard you look at the source of the confusion, Rafe with a deadly look at the boy. The brunette falls hard to the ground and Rafe points his finger at him, his voice showing his anger “Don’t lay a finger on her, you fucker!”

And so, he takes your hand brutally. Without much implication you let him take you, just confused and grateful for him getting you out of that situation.

Raffe led you out of the house, taking you away from the party. There was a look of anger on his face, and his grip on your hand was tight. You were grateful for him getting you out of there, and you didn't know what would have happened if he didn't. As he held your hand, you couldn't help but notice how strong and protective he was. He had always been there for you, even thou you were just his sister's friend.

He took you to his car parked in front of the party house, opening the door for you before going around and getting into the driver's seat. Rafe sighed deeply, closing his eyes and laying his head on the back of the seat, his fingers with rings touching his face.

Silence surrounded the car, only the party music muffled in your ears. You turned to look at him, trying to memorize all his features bathed in lunar light. "Are you okay?" You asked, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He sighed, removing his hand from his face and looking at you with a tired look. “I should be the one asking you that.” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Are ya okay? Did he hurt you?”

Rafe looked at you with a concerned look, his eyes searching your face for any signs of distress. You shook your head slightly, but something about his gaze made you feel safe. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face again, and you were struck by how gentle his touch was. You glanced over at him, and a wave of heat rose within you as you saw how his strong fingers caressed your cheek.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of heat rise within you as Rafe's fingers caressed your cheek. He was treating you like a fragile flower, and the touch of his fingers on your skin made your breath catch. You wanted to look away, but his eyes were so intense you couldn't look away, they were like magnets. His gaze made you feel like the most important thing in the entire world, and you felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there on the seat.

Your breath slowed, and you felt the tension that had accumulated during the situation with Liam start to fall away. As Rafe's touch on your skin continued, you felt your tension melting away, leaving you feeling relaxed and at peace. His touch was a warm and gentle reminder that someone cared for you.

"I'm fine. But why did you come to the party anyway?” Confusion evident on your face as he had said he preferred to stay home when you invited him to the party.

“Sarah called, said some guy was bothering you.” he sighed, running his hand lightly over your face and then taking it away. “Look, I'm sorry if I was too harsh there, I just couldn't control myself watching the scene.” He explained himself.

You looked at him confused, why did he care so much? You noticed how rude he was to everyone, even his own sister, but with you he seemed like he had taken a tranquilizer, you can't remember even once that he had treated you badly. He seemed to hate everyone except you.

“Rafe,” You caught his attention, “why don’t you hate me?”

“Do you want me to hate you?”

He looked directly into your eyes, but you did not meet his, instead looking down, trying to control your nervousness. “I… I don’t understand. Why do you treat me so well? Why don’t you hate me like everyone else?”

He sighed deeply, looking out the car window. “Why would I hate you? I never hated you. I love you tomorrow, today and yesterday.”

“Love?!” Your voice caught on the word. It sounded strange to you, coming out of your mouth. For the first time in your life saw Rafe nervous, or maybe he was shy. What mattered was that you realized how nervous he was in your presence.

Summoning all your courage, you called him again, making him look at you. “Would you be mad if I kissed you?”

And with that, all of Rafe's forces were gone. All he could think was that he had been waiting for this for so long, and when the opportunity finally arrived he embraced it tightly. Rafe put his hand on your face and desperately kissed you, and you both felt all the emotions hitting you hard.

He held your waist and you jumped into his lap, your arms around his neck and his hand on your waist. Panting, the two of you broke apart, bodies and foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, [Name],” he whispered, his mouth touching yours, “tomorrow, today, and yesterday.”

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[mysterystarz]

just keep falling for

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x g!n reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, boatload of an oblivious but perceptive reader, kuroo really doesn’t know how to get the obvious out and reader cannot really tell him they know what he means

notes: rewatching hq and i literally fell in love w everyone again — dedicated to all kuroo fans, not proofread at all

also i haven’t written in so long so my style is all over the place so pls critique me and also my hand slipped

reblogs and opinions are appreciated <3

kuroo was taking an awfully long time in the locker room.

standing in the gym, you watched as the first years helped with deconstructing the volleyball nets for the day. while you offered your help, they politely declined, suggesting you wait to accompany their captain out to advertise their great work.

normally, kuroo was quick. any jokes that happened inside the locker room were quick to reach your ears, and you knew how much he tried to include you in everything.

you leaned against the wall, watching the clock tick for a whole minute before opting to pace around the gym.

little did you know, kuroo was having a meltdown inside the locker room.

“kuroo!” yaku yelled, brandishing his towel. “you need to get a grip. stop freaking out. you’re supposed to be the composed one!”

“seriously kuroo,” kenma agreed, “why are you acting so surprised. it’s not like this is new news.”

“guys,” kuroo began, raking a finger through his hair, “this messes up everything.”

“is this about y/n?” lev asked, finally entering the locker room. “did kuroo finally do something about that crush?”

“enough!” kuroo sighed, sitting down at one of the benches. in the span of the last ten minutes, kuroo had one of the most dramatic realizations of his life.

he liked you.

you, his best friend and his other half. you, who cheered for him at every game and even lended him cool analogies to use in captains speeches. you, who stole his jacket and ran away from him, leaving him to chase you as far as the two of you could run.

he wasn’t sure what had changed. somehow, you’d entered his head, and with every pump of his heart, you sunk deeper and deeper into his bloodstream.

“did you seriously not know?” yaku asked gently, “because if you ask us, it was obvious from the very start. you hold them in such high regard.”

“i didn’t,” he admitted, turning to meet yaku’s eyes. “i didn’t know and now, i don’t know what to do. we’ve been friends for ages….i don’t even think they see me that way.”

“just tell them kuroo,” kenma said, not looking up from his console. “they like you a lot, they’re not going to say no.”

the team voiced their agreement, and began to file out of the locker room at last.

“sorry to keep you waiting,” he smiled, meeting your gaze as he walked out of the locker room.

“no problem,” you said, returning a grin of your own. “was there something going on in there?”

“nahhhhh,” he laughed, “someone was just having a meltdown about how to do a proper confession.”

“confession?” you rose a brow, and kuroo silently cursed himself for letting such a specific detail slip.

for a moment, you were stunned. as you walked, you considered all the possibilities.

you knew lev had been racking up quite the fanbase through his games, and you also knew how yaku was starting to branch out a bit more. if kenma had a prospective partner, you would’ve already heard of it by now.

unless…unless it was kuroo having the meltdown.

you pondered this detail as you walked out of the school doors, holding them open for your lanky best friend.

“hey dork,” you began, “who are you planning on confessing to? it was your meltdown, right?”

kuroo felt his heart drop in his chest. curse you and your quick connections.

“what makes you think the meltdown was mine?”

“because i would’ve known about everyone else,” you smiled confidently. “you would’ve told me.”

kuroo simply looked at you, distracted by your smile and the way it lit up your eyes. if only he could put it into words.

you had a way of making him nervous.

“i’d tell you details if you stopped smiling at me like that. too bright — it’s hurting my eyes.” he teased.

what he didn’t expect was for you to laugh and immediately drop your smile, transitioning to a serious face.

“tell me now,” you huffed, “i deserve to know who’s on your mind these days.”

he sighed.

if there was one thing worse than your uncanny ability to read his mind, it was the lack of that ability to tell that you were the only person he ever thought about.

kuroo got home, resting his bag on the floor of his room and immediately dialing kenma. he picked up in an instant, and kuroo couldn’t help but be thankful for his setter.

“kenma,” he sighed, “this is like one of your games. impossible.”

“let me guess. y/n didn’t catch a hint?”

“they know it’s me” he groaned, “they know i had the meltdown. they know there’s someone in my head. they keep trying to ask me who it is, but i can’t just say ‘it’s you’ can i?”

“being direct is actually a good idea.” kenma suggested, “go retry that level kuroo. maybe you’ll have some luck this time.”

with that, kenma hung up, leaving kuroo frenzied with an emotion that felt a lot like hope.

sitting and staring out the window, you wondered if now was a good time to acknowledge your growing crush on nekoma’s middle blocker.

he was everything you could ever ask for. thoughtful, sweet, laughably charming, and with a nerdy twist that made him a dork and undeniably your other half.

it didn’t help how handsome he’d become over the years either. he’d gotten taller and taller, his eyes golden and his hair endearingly messy. he was solid from all the days spent practicing, and after every embrace, you were left craving more.

as much as you didn’t want to admit your discomfort, the sensation hovered over you like a fog.

the idea of kuroo having feelings for someone else was bittersweet. you adored him — you really did, and his happiness was yours.

but….you couldn’t help but wish that you could both be happy. that he’d see you the way you’d always seen him.

someone to just keep falling for.

the next morning, kuroo came to grab you from your house for the daily walk to school. he’d made an effort to make sure his tie was on incorrectly in the hopes that you’d fix it for him.

you greeted him at the door, breaking into a grin upon seeing his disheveled state.

“come inside,” you sighed, dragging him by the hand into the foyer. he stood patiently as you reached for his tie, straightening out the edges and meticulously smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt.

“it’s almost like we’re married.” he teased, happy at the flustered expression that shot onto your features. “what? cat got your tongue?”

“shut up tetsu.”

“i don’t want to.” he said, looking into your eyes. he hoped that there was something conveyed in the silent space between you. the tenseness was all but palpable.

“oh.” you whispered, cupping his cheek. “so this is your confession? a messy tie and a lot of cheek.”

“of course,” he smirked, “you’re the only person i’d do that for.”

©mysterystarz all rights reserved, please do not plagiarize, translate, or modify my fics in any way even if credited

[fisheshavegill]

「 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 」

🎧 - chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey 🚬

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"she's the right girl for you",

"really?"

You were at Jay's family's house because they had invited you both to make dumplings for Family Day, which they celebrate twice a year. You met his family last year and were excited to see them again.

Sitting together at the dining table with Jay's grandma, you enjoyed the atmosphere and laughed with her about the things Jay did when he was a kid. "If I had to describe Jay as a kid in one word, it would be naughty," she said. "But he has a soft spot for the people he loves, and he is also a gentleman," she added, looking at you while making dumplings. 

You smiled and looked at Jay, who was focused on making dumplings while listening to the conversation. You also got back to work on your dumplings, chatting with his grandma as if she were your own.

At one point, one of his cousins asked if it was okay to leave their child with you for a little while. Jay offered to help, but you politely declined, saying that you could handle it on your own. You then left the dining table and went to the living room to look after the child.

Jay and his grandmother found themselves alone in the dining room making dumplings. As they were making it, they had a conversation about Jay's relationship with you.

With a chuckle, his grandma said, "Jay, I think she is the right girl for you," as she looked at him lovingly.

Jay responded with a light-hearted expression, "halmeoni, do you really think so?"

"I do," she said, nodding warmly as she held his hand. "Out of all the girls you've dated, I feel like she's the one who brings a special aura that I really like."

Jay simply continued to chuckle as they rolled out the dumpling dough.

"What are you waiting for?" his grandma asked.

"Just propose to her already," she said, with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"I want to," Jay replied, his gaze flickering in your direction.

"I'm just waiting for the right timing." As he finished up the dumplings. 

Jay’s heart swelled with love and anticipation as he daydreamed about the moment when he would finally ask you to be his forever - a moment he knew would be the most romantic of his life. <3

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

Never Far From Wonderland

The reunion between Yuu and their family was a tearful one. Since the year they've been gone, a few things have changed. Mainly, their family was in the midst of moving to a different place and were actually about to go through Yuu's things. It saddened Yuu that they had to leave their home so soon when they had just returned, but it made the moments they spent catching up with friends and being with their family in their childhood home all the more precious. On moving day, they gave their bedroom wall a pat, like how one would pat a friend's shoulder. "See you later."

A library, a pretty big community center, a bakery--no, at least three bakeries, and a few restaurants that offered outdoor dining. These were some of the businesses Yuu spotted on the way to their family's new house. It was a Saturday afternoon, so there were many people out and about. Families going somewhere fun or entering a sweets shop, fashionistas checking out boutiques, couples on their date, elderly folk and their grandchildren on their way home from a shopping trip, teenagers doing whatever. Yuu wondered how well they'll get along with their peers. Hopefully, it would go more smoothly than--

Hang on, did they just see unusually bright ginger hair?

They couldn't make sure. The car was moving away and they were sure the person was hidden in the crowd now.

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It was. . . strange being in a normal school again. For one thing, their classmates didn't have unusual hair color like royal purple or neon yellow nor did any have animal ears sitting on their head. For another, their classmates were friendly and, just like them, ordinary. They caught themself more than thrice thinking a welcoming classmate had an ulterior motive and they constantly reminded themself that this wasn't Night Raven College. No, this was just a high school on Earth.

Plain and simple and magicless.

. . . Well, they thought it would be.

When history came around, who entered their room but an older man with a stern face and greying hair, who resembled none other than Mozus Trein? Yuu was in complete shock, but when he spoke, they almost fell to the floor. This look alike even sounded like Professor Trein!

It didn't end there.

Science class brought in a professor neatly dressed who made multiple girls in Yuu's class swoon. A Crewel look alike, though this one's hair was completely black. He did, however, sport white earrings and Yuu saw him use a white pen with black spots.

Gym class introduced them to a rather muscular teacher with blue eyes and boisterous personality. He watched the students like a hawk and encouraged them to push themselves, work on their muscles! Perhaps it was Vargas's gym lessons in Twisted Wonderland, but Yuu found themself able to keep up. It actually made the gym teacher pull them aside and ask if they were interested in joining a sports team. Yuu hoped they weren't acting weird when they politely declined.

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"Where is it. . . ?"

Yuu had just left the school gates when they heard the murmur. They turned their head, thinking it sounded awfully familiar, and gaped. A petite frame, lilac hair--"Epel?"

"Huh?" The boy looked up. Yuu blinked, and the boy's hair was blond.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone I knew."

"It's okay." The boy smiled. Great Sevens, even his smile resembled Epel's! "Oh, actually, have you seen a bike key anywhere?"

"Sorry, I haven't. Need a hand looking for it?" For the next several minutes, the two of them searched the locker rooms, Epel's homeroom (turns out, yeah, his name is Epel), and the library. No key. They started making their way to the roof when, on the staircase, someone called for Epel.

Yuu looked up and felt as though they were falling backwards, which made them grip the railing tighter. Five familiar faces, two floors above. Bright ginger and cherry red, navy blue and peacock green, white and golden-brown, cyan and cerulean blue and yellow, key lime green and yellow-green.

"We have your bike key!" one of them shouted, waving it over the railing. Yuu blinked a couple of times and they were suddenly staring at normal classmates. Epel yelled his thanks and asked where they'd found it while jogging up the steps. Yuu meekly followed behind.

"Who's this?" the one who resembled Jack asked.

"This is Yuu. They've been helping me look for the key."

All Yuu could think about was how strange the Jack look-alike looked without wolf ears, but they smiled politely and said, "It's nice to meet you all."

"Yuu? Aren't you in our class? 2-B?" Deuce-doppelganger asked.

Their eyes widened. "Yeah! What was your name again?"

"Hey, could we talk about this while we walk? I could really go for a bun right about now," Ace-doppelganger said.

"Would you like to come with us to the store down the street?"

Their heartbeat quickened, excited to join these familiar faces while knowing that these classmates weren't their friends from Twisted Wonderland. "Yeah!"

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"Hey there, little imps!"

Oh my god.

His deep voice and showman-like way of speaking was unmistakable. He was without his top hat and skeleton makeup, but Yuu noticed he was wearing magenta eye contacts.

"Hey, Sam! Are the buns restocked?" His name is also Sam?!

"Came in an hour ago, still warm. There are plenty of the ones you all like." He met Yuu's eyes and smiled a little wider. "I see you all brought a new member to your squad!"

"Sort of. We actually just met them today."

"Who knows, though?" Ortho said, smiling. It was strange seeing him with a full face and not have some mouth covering or his eyes hidden. "They're pretty cool."

"I don't think I've seen you around before. You new to the area?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I just moved in not that long ago," Yuu said.

Sam opened his arms. "Well, welcome to my shop! We got things ranging from trinkets to groceries. Maybe you'll find something new that you'd enjoy!"

They smiled. "Maybe! Thanks."

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It had been about a month since Yuu and their family moved into their new home. Yuu made quick friends with the ones who resembled their first year friends in Twisted Wonderland (well, they'd actually be second years now, since Yuu returned just before Night Raven College started its academic year again), and through them, they became acquainted with others who resembled their senpais.

The only ones they couldn't find were, of course Malleus, but also strangely Lilia. Sebek did talk about them, but not as excessively as his Twisted Wonderland counterpart, which Yuu found to be a little funny and a little weird. One of these days, they'll figure out how to ask about meeting the two of them without being awkward.

Aside from school life and their social circle, Yuu found that they enjoyed the new location. Turns out their room had a nice view of the sunset. It reminded them of the times they sat on the roof of Ramshackle Dorm and watched the sun set with Grim or the other First Years by their side. They wondered if their friends still met at Ramshackle Dorm to study or hung out on the roof. It would be nice to not leave the place empty like before, but whatever will happen will happen.

Yuu closed the lid of the trash bin. That should be it for their chores.

They were starting to turn around when they spotted something huddled against the fence separating their house from the neighbor's. Slowly, they approached it. They had an inkling of what it was and began making out a familiar, furry shape. Their heart began beating faster when they noticed its dark coat, perked up ears, and bright eyes.

They slowly lowered themself and quietly called to the cat. "Pspspspsps..."

The cat seemed wanting to approach. "Hey," Yuu gently said, "you want some tuna?"

After a couple of seconds, it slowly walked over to them and sniffed their closed hand. They stroked its head and it sat down, enjoying the affection. Soon, after some more petting, it showed its belly and Yuu happily pet the spot. They noticed it didn't have a collar and wondered where it went to sleep. It was too bad Yuu's dad was allergic to cats--something they forgot about until they embraced him after returning from Twisted Wonderland--they would have let the cat inside. Although, and Yuu noticed this with a small smile, the cat seemed well fed.

The cat got back to its feet and shook itself. It looked at Yuu with a little intensity, like it was expecting something. Then it hit them.

"Right! I'll be right back with some tuna."

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On the way to school, Yuu would pass a rather big two story house with a garden in the backyard. All they could spy through the chicken wire fence were tomatoes and sunflowers, but they could imagine many more vegetables growing in beds and other flowers sprouting against the fence. On the porch were various pots containing different types of flowers, and from what Yuu could see, they all looked healthy. The placement of the pots never seemed to change, so it wasn't hard to spot a new addition one day.

They couldn't stop staring at it. It resembled one of the plants in the botanical garden, one of the most difficult to cultivate and thus one of Twisted Wonderland's rare plants. The one that grew no problem behind Ramshackle Dorm and which caused Crewel, Crowley, and their schoolmates to lose their mind when they found out about it. They wondered if the name of this plant was the same as the one in Twisted Wonderland. At this point, they wouldn't be surprised.

Come to think of it, have they even seen the owner of this house--?

"Admiring the plants?" Someone had come from the garden. He was a tall, lanky old man wearing overalls and a. . . patchwork top hat? "You're free to get a better look, if you'd like."

"Oh! Thanks!"

Soon, Yuu and the owner of the house got into a conversation about plants and other things. He was an eccentric old man who laughed at seemingly inside jokes, but he spoke in a familiar way and with a familiar cadence that made Yuu wonder something. They were half tempted to ask in a roundabout way if he had been a star sports player, but decided to try another day.

In the middle of talking about Clover Bakery, the double doors behind the two of them--they had decided to take a seat on the porch steps--creaked open.

"So this was what you were doing."

"We thought you bit the dust on the way in!"

Two old men, one stout and the other tall and fat. Neither seemed all that worried or concerned. "If I did, I would've made sure you two also bit the dust," the lanky gentleman said, which made the three of them laugh.

At that instant, a familiar grey cat slipped past the older gentlemen and went to Yuu. "It's you!" they said, immediately petting him.

"You've met him?" the fat gentleman asked.

"Yeah, he comes around to my house sometimes for tuna and scritches. Does he live with you guys?"

"He comes and goes as he pleases," the lanky gentleman said. "He's a stray. Doesn't like being indoors for too long. Or he just likes being independent and spoiled."

Yuu laughed at that. "Sounds like him. Does he have a name?"

"We never gave him one, but you can. He seems to like you," the stout gentleman said.

The cat seemed very pleased when Yuu started scratching under his chin. They smiled as they remembered scratching Grim's head one day and him purring like an actual cat. They also remembered his indignation when they began scratching under his chin even though he was enjoying it. He insisted he wasn't a cat, but Yuu begged to differ. Now look at his Earth counterpart; it was so funny.

"How about Grim?" they said.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea! Grim it is."

Yuu's phone buzzed. Grim was disappointed with the interrupted scratches as they checked. "I gotta go."

"So soon?"

"Ah, can't be helped."

"You're free to come around again. It's not often youngsters like you talk to people as close to the grave as us."

Yuu smiled brightly. "I'll take you all up on the offer. Just don't bite the dust before I come back, okay?"

The gentlemen laughed. "No promises!"

They waved from the porch as Yuu walked down the sidewalk. "See you around, Yuu!" the three yelled.

They were almost home when they stopped in their tracks. Grim, who decided to accompany them on the walk, stopped as well and inquisitively stared. Yuu didn't pay any attention as they thought about the old folks' parting message.

They didn't tell them their name, so how. . . ?

Yuu shook their head and continued walking. A mystery for another day.

A/N: Yay first story of the New Year!

[lwritez]

“Trust me, I got nothing for you other than love.”

—Ethan Landry

PAIRING: ☁️Ethan!Landry x Fem!Reader

no ghostface au (Quinn and Ethan Are known as siblings as well as detective Bailey as their father. Also Richie still dies but instead of Sam murdering him in a car accident) overly sensitive ethan

TW: feelings of being insecure, kinda of angst? Mostly fluff. Not sure. Relationship complications?

SUMMARY: your boyfriend is insecure and doesn’t know how to express his feelings to you.

TAGS: @theyluvvstu

you and Ethan started dating about 4 months ago, you two met at the party. He caught your eye and you caught his. You felt a connection between you two and you saw him eying you down the whole party. But the good thing about that was that you knew his roommate, Chad. Chad introduced you two and you guys hit it off pretty quick.

after a while in the talking stage ethan decided to build up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend at your favorite cafe. Although you thought he was quite attractive you also loved his personality and everything about him so you easily accepted his offer. Ever since that has happened you two have been dating and you slowly started to hang around that friend group and got closer to Mindy and Tara.

but lately… you’ve noticed that Ethan was slowly drifting away. Was it because he didn’t like you anymore? Maybe he found somebody else?? But little did you know the real reason was because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. He was never that type of boyfriend to be overly protective or controlling. You were his first girlfriend actually, he didn’t know much about relationships until he met you.

growing up Ethan never really had much experience with love. His mother and father always arguing and his late older brother and sister arguing also. He never knew what real love was, since he was kinda in the middle of everything he was neglected from a lot of events and social life until he met all of you in college and he’s really thankful for that.

he was having a bad day and he decided to go back to his dorm, when he opened his dorm he saw you and Chad sitting on the couch talking. It kinda surprised him since you didn’t tell him that you were coming over but then again Chad knew you before he did and you were probably closer to Chad. When he came in you both greeted him and you got up to hug and give him a kiss on the cheek “hey e” you say with a big smile on your face. Him looking at your beautiful smile comforted him. “You should watch a movie with us” Chad offers to him with a smile on his face.

Ethan politely declines the offer with the excuse that he was tired. But in reality he was kind of upset. He saw the way Chad was looking at you and to him that was the look of love. You saw Chad as a brother and the feeling was mutual. He saw you as another sister!

before you could convince him to stay because you missed his company. he walks into his room. Leaving you a bit confused thinking he was mad at your or something. But he wasn’t mad at you he was just overthinking to himself once again. He was always an overthinker no matter what the topic was about. “She seems so happy with him…” he thinks to himself as he sits his backpack down and sits on his bed.

“did I do something wrong?” you ask Chad in a worried tone hoping for a reliable answer. “Maybe he’s just tired?” Chad suggests while still sitting down. He doesn’t seem as worried as you. You tried to calm down.. as much as you wanted to burst into his room and apologize for whatever you did you didn’t want to bother him Incase chad was right. Little did you know how much better he would feel of you did bother him, he needed you in his touch and he just wanted to hug you so badly. He started to feel frustrated and tears started falling from his eyes.

he knew it was too good to be true from the beginning. “I don’t know what I expected..somebody as beautiful as Y/N couldn’t be interested in somebody like me.” He says out loud to himself trying to calm himself down. He wasn’t mad at you he was just upset that he wasn’t enough for you. Chad had everything Ethan didn’t. He was Athletic confident and outgoing. While Ethan on the other hand was better at the academic stuff and stayed to himself more.

you decided to pause the movie to go to the bathroom, chad had already fell asleep. The bathroom was near Ethan’s room and right beside chads room. All of a sudden while you’re passing by to enter the bathroom you hear sounds of sniffling coming from Ethan’s room. Concerned you quickly open the door scanning around the room to see the brown curly haired dude covering his face with his hands. This view made your heart break completely. Your boyfriend was in his room crying the entire time and you had no idea at all. You quickly walk over to him and grab him by his hands. “E… are you okay?? What happened!” looking him in his eyes to see them all red and watery. He couldn’t even talk he just gave you a hug

and of course you accepted that hug. This calmed him down immediately. “Y/n..you know you don’t have to be with me if you don’t want to.” This catches you completely off guard as your eyes widen. “What do you mean e…?” You were confused completely and scared that he was gonna end things off with you. “Did I do something wrong?” You ask again in a worried tone. “No no.. you didn’t do anything wrong” he reassures you while taking one of his hands to wipe his tears off his face. “It’s just..I seen the way Chad looks at you. You two seem so happy together” it all starts making sense to you now. You suddenly start laughing which causes more concern to the boy

“Ethan, I think of Chad as a brother and I can tell you right now the feelings mutual” saying this confidently with a reassuring smile. It definitely reassured him. He got embarrassed quickly and started laughing “this is so embarrassing..” which makes you chuckle more. You feel more relief to see him like this. “Ethan I love you so much, I would never choose anybody else but you” you say while giving him a kiss on the lips and hugging him. “Trust me i have nothing else for you BUT love” taking his hands back into your hand.

“I love you too y/n”

(also you did text him to tell him you were coming over, his phone was just dead and he didn’t see then notification until later)

Lmk if this is good I was tired when I made it … it was jus an idea I had in my head

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Hate the way

Basic off the song from Purple Hearts Hate the way

enemies to lovers lyrics in purple Pierre Gasly x reader  The one where you and Pierre hate each other, until you don’t

“Please be nice.” Sasha your media consultant begged as she lead you to the media room, by her words you already knew who would be there. Pierre Gasly, has hated you since day one. Part of you understood why, he thinks you took the Redbull seat from him, as a driver he should know that’s not how it works.

“I’m always nice,” Seeing the man in question sitting for the panel you inwardly groaned seeing your name next to his. “Pierre,” you drawled, making his jaw clench and exhale harshly out of his nose. While you smirked at how easy it was to piss him off he once mentioned how he hated the way you said his name, so you did it every chance you got.

Lewis seeing the rising tension offered to switch seats with you, which you politely declined, “No thanks Lewis, but I appreciate it,” at you words the Frenchmen huffed again, making you glare. “What hate the way i say his name too Pierre?”

‘I hate the way you do a lot of things Y/n.” He drawled your name out like you do his making your eyes narrow, his team principal has already gotten onto him many times about his behavior but his control and patience disappeared when you were around.  

Pierre cursed as the elevator doors opened showing you inside, deciding he could tolerate the short ride over waiting for the next one he stepped in standing as far away from you as he could get, folding his arms over his chest.

“I hate the way you say my name” he spoke as you tried to pretend he wasn’t there. “I know”

“Then why do you do it?” He growled through gritted teeth, getting angrier as you smiled. “Because you hate it.”

He doesn’t know where it came from but for a second Charles words from earlier repeated in his head, ‘you guys just need to fuck it out.’ Worth a shot, hate sex was always the best anyways, scanning your body his lips pulled into a smirk, not the normal look of distain you’re used to seeing on his face.

“And if i said i hate your ‘picture perfect lips’ on mine?” He asked quoting part of an article about you. Little did he know you had the same idea as he did. And that’s how you both ended up in his hotel room clothes thrown carelessly, his kiss was all teeth as your nails dug into his back. Moaning his name when he bit the soft spot on your neck leaving a mark. The noise making him grind harder into you.

“That’s it say my name” he panted against your neck, no amount of pleasure would be enough to not take that shot. “Don’t hate the way i say your name now do you.”

“Y/n so glad you made it!” Daniel shouted informing the other drivers of your arrival, Daniel threw parties after every Australian Grand Prix it always ended with the drivers way to wasted to leave so it turned into a sleep over really. And now almost all twenty drivers were spread around Dans house, you were leaned up ageant the wall separating the kitchen and living room laughing as Daniel tried to convince everyone to do a shoey, you tensed up feeling someone breathing on your neck.

“Someone has been a bad girl.” Pierre hummed, you scoffed not answering. Since that night in the elevator you had both had a enemies with benefits situation, now pissing each other off was almost forplay. “Oh not talking? You had a lot to say earlier.” By earlier he means the grill the grid video of who’s most likely, and beacause you were the only woman you got the question who you were most likely to date, all the boys laughed some raising their hand to volunteer. Unknowing pissing Pierre off for a reason he didn’t know, but not more than your following words did.

“Charles probably.” Throwing him a wink for extra effect. “What not me?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.  Leaning over to look him in the eye seeing the same challenging look he gave you when he snarked off. “If I could I’d cut the breaks on your car.” You deadpanned, luckily for you F1 edited that part out, but you still got scolded.

You dont know when or how it happened but suddenly your enemies to benefits changed a bit, you still got on each other nerves but now that’s not all of your conversations. He learned you had a soft spot for puppies and now always sends you pictures of cute ones he sees on his runs, or how you learned to tell when he got homesick and you found yourself cursing in your head walking out of a small French bakery you found in Canada and bringing him fresh croissant.

He didnt let you leave after you dropped those off instead showing you how much he appreciated it and fed them to you in bed the next morning, that was the first time you stayed through the night.

things shifted then and now instead of sneaking out in the night you woke up to Pierres arms wrapped around you more often than not, when you tried to sneak out fearing what this meant he mumbled still half asleep pulling you in, “Don’t leave.”   you hate the way you can’t help but stay all night.

“Seriously mate you won’t even look at her, i know you guys have that love hate relationship but come on.” Charles scolded, when Pierres head dipped the second you walked through the doors of the bar the crew and drivers practically took over. Smile still shining from your podium today, he wondered if he could taste the champagne on your skin you were sprayed with if he just got close enough. He shook his head, looking from you to his best friend. “You’ve got it all wrong, if i look to long i’ll never look away.”

“Let me take you to dinner.” Pierre whispered not to disturb the soft air the room held laying on his side with his head propped on his hand eyes set on you.

“I dont do dates.” Was your response everytime he tried. He was getting a little sick of it. Everyone has noticed you weren’t at each other’s throats anymore but you refused to give up.

One night after to many drinks and sweet caresses he pulled the true reason out of you, you were hurt by your ex and refused to try again how you never gave up in racing but did in love confused and hurt him equally.

“And what do you call what we do?” He asked genuinely curious, he’s tried to get a label out of you for months and you always ran away. “Give me a chance to save you from your past.” He practically begged, grabbed your hand in his when you pulled away and started to find your clothes. “Babe I wasn’t praying for a saving grace,” unfolding your fingers “let’s go back to nothing.” Were your last words before going out the door.  

Finally summer break hit normally you’d be climbing the walls to get back to driving but not driving means not seeing Pierre, which you haven’t since you left him in his hotel room. You didnt know why you were upset its what you wanted no strings, how did your biggest enemy become something different.

Sasha had noticed your down behavior and you spilled the beans, surprisingly making her laugh. “I’m spilling my heart out and you’re laughing!”

“Sorry sorry just Miss, i hate Pierre and i’ll never date a driver is talking about said driver like its a love song.” And she was right. you hate the way you say words you laughed at before

Two races passed the break and you refused to speak to him despite his unwavering attempts, he was furious that you could just turn your shoulder and act like he wasn’t there after everything he thought meant something between you two, but that didn’t stop his heart from stopping at the news coming over the radio.

He slowed his car and weaved the spun out Redbull as a McLaren practically shoved it purposely off the track into the gravel making it flip into the barrier landing upside down. “Who was it?” He asked when they called red flag immediately after. “Y/n.”

His lost all the air in his lungs when he heard your name, flashes of every life threatening crash going through his head but picturing it being you made him spin his Alpha Tauri and weave between the oncoming cars back to the crash.

‘No no no’ Speaking to himself a he saw smoke. “Pierre safty car is in route please get back to the paddock.” Ignoring his radio he jumped out of the car and ran to your flipped one.

“Y/n!” He yelled crawling under your car seeing you handing from your straps. Reaching up to release them and catch you but he gets pulled out by his feet. “Let me fucking go!” He struggled against the marshals holding him back as the medic pulled you out and onto a gurney which he quickly followed to the nearby ambulance not taking no for an answer as he climbed in not leaving your side.

When you woke up he was still there not even leaving to change out of his suit. “Y/n.” He sighed in relief, pressing his forehead against yours, after explaining what happened you were more worried about him than yourself. “You shouldn’t have done that you’re going to be in so much trouble.” He just fondly shook his head.

“All i was thinking about was you, all i ever think about is you, my thoughts aren’t mine now their yours.”

Your phone dinged for the tenth time since you and Charlotte left the boys at the villa, making her laugh. “He’s smitten its so cute,” she awed. You sighed checking your phone seeing two selfies he sent one smiling with the text. “My face when i think of you’ and the next him pouting. ‘When i realize you’re not here’ Texting back,

‘I just left you can’t miss me already’                        

     ‘I do, do you not miss me?’

‘No’                                                                          

‘You think you cool when you pretend I’m not always in your head’    

‘You’re not.’                                                                              

‘Don’t lie.’

‘Maybe a little’

One lost seat. One elevator ride and a wild night. One season, and One new world champion later, your championship trophy sat centered on your kitchen island as you longingly stared at it still not believing you actually won it and made history. Pierre snuck a picture and posted it to Instagram with the caption. ‘She won the championship but she’s in my kitchen, who’s the real winner’

Pierre slid in behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, “I Remember when you looked at me like that.” He joked making you pull you attention away from the trophy and spin to face him. “Please i never looked at you like that.” You teased making him dramatically clutch his chest over his heart.

“Go ahead give the award your heart!” His eyes lighting up at your giggles pulling him back towards you by the collar of his shirt brushing your nose against his. “You know my heart isn’t mine now its yours.”

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Just one kiss

Tommy Shelby x Lady (Y/N) reader

During the whole dinner you could feel Tommy Shelby’s gaze, he kept trying to get close, but someone was always in the way.

“I guess it’s finally my turn.” He offered you a drink. “You were so busy that I thought you’d reject me.”

“That doesn’t make sense at all.”

“Why would you talk to a bookmaker like me then?”

You looked at him rolling your eyes at his comment. “And that makes you untalkable?”

“No, that makes you unreachable.”

Tilting your head to the side, you let a small smile appear in your lips. “I wouldn’t say that. Here we’re… talking.”

“Fate works a funny way you know… here we have a bookmaker talking to a Lady.”

“Do you prefer the Grand Duchess instead?” Tommy was about to speak, but you interrupted him. “She might be a Duchess, but eventually they will take her title back.”

Tommy finished his drink and as the waitress was about to pour him some more, he took the bottle instead.

“How is it possible that Tatiana is crazy and you are…”

“Careful with your next words Mr. Shelby.”

“I was just going to say deadly beautiful and smart.”

Chuckling you caught him looking at you intensely.

“That’s because it comes from the other side of the family.” You saw her disappear in one of the rooms with two girls, she was so drunk and even high that she said out loud that she wasn’t interested in Tommy anymore.

“That’s explains it all.” Despite having women half naked in front of him, giving blowjobs to men, his gaze seemed to be fixed just in your features.

One of his arms casually rested behind your neck, on top of the couch you were sitting, his fingers brushing your skin.

“Why did you ask my cousin to invite me, Mr. Shelby?” You saw him playing with the glass of whiskey hanging from his other hand.

“I wanted to see you again, Y/N.” He seemed to forget about the formalities of the title. “Please, call me Tommy.”

His deep blue eyes studied your face, as if he was trying to memorize every blink, every little freckle. And when you smiled, he licked his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned in, his eyes still on your lips.

“And organizing this crazy party seemed like a good idea to get close to me?” You managed to ask in a whisper, then you looked around the room.

“No, that was so I could get rid of your cousin.” He admitted trying to sit closer to you.

He offered you a cigarette, but you politely declined it and announced you had to leave. But his strong hand stopped you.

“What do I have to do so you can look at me, ey?”

He was now dangerously close.

“I need to go now, Tommy.” If you didn’t stop now, you would let him do whatever he wanted. He finished his drink and left the glass making a noise.

“We can go to… to the garden instead.” His eyes followed your every move as you found your shawl to cover your back.

“Perhaps another day.” The way he was looking at you made you so nervous, he wasn’t a man of compromise, you knew that. “Hope you continue to enjoy the party.”

“Wait…” He seemed to really think about it. “I can bet you that if I kiss you, you won’t leave… just one kiss.” He spoke so sure of himself.

Nervous, you looked around, he was so serious.

“Look, the last time Tatiana made a party like this, I ended up hurt with a broken glass.”

Tommy’s hands moved from your shoulders to your wrists and up again.

As the party started to get wild, you decided it was time to leave for good.

“I’ll protect you.” His fingers moved your chin up and one more time, his deep gaze made you shiver.

This man was dangerous, and not only because of the nature of his business, but also for the things he was making you feel.

“Stay with me.” He begged. You took a step back. “I know you don’t want to go.” He took a step forward.

“Look it’s been fun and all, but you’re drunk, you won’t even remember me in the morning.”

Tommy shook his head.

“I could never forget a beautiful face like yours, Princess.” He was now inches away from your face, you could smell his cologne and the alcohol mixed with tobacco in him.

“I’m a Lady…”

“I could make you Queen of Small Heath.” He promised.

For every step you took back, he took one longer forward. Your hands tried to stop him by touching the neck of his shirt, the top button was undone, but his intense eyes wouldn’t let you go.

“I reaaallly have to leave.” You smiled at him.

“No, no.” He mumbled nibbling gently at your neck. “Don’t leave me with these crazies.” His hand on your hip. “Please…”

The way he looked at you like a lost puppy, willing to do anything to be close to you.

His lips were toying with the mere idea of yours… not fully kissing, just brushing against each other.

“Tommy…”

His strong hand came around your waist, keeping you still in the middle of your back followed by the other, holding the half full bottle.

You finally gave in and your fingers caressed his chin, the space between your bodies was limited.

“I knew you didn’t want to go.” He announced right before his lips finally captured yours and in that very moment you lost all control with just one kiss.

“You’re locked now.” His eyelashes tickled the skin of your face as his lips kept playing games now at your jawline.

He pushed the door with his foot and spun you around so you were now trapped between the closed door and his strong body.

“I think you said it was just one kiss.” You whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, followed by another, and another.”

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This is part two to this Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader fic.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: none

Walking up to the man you had been fascinated with for over two hours was nerve-wracking, but with the alcohol in your bloodstream, you managed to do it just the same.

Bob sat by himself on a stool by the dartboard watching his friends, which gave you the perfect opportunity.

He was facing the game but the moment you stopped beside him he glanced over only to a double take, his eyes widening before he straightened up.

He sat up from his seat quickly to face you properly, a hand brushing over his hair on instinct.

“Hello,” you mumbled softly and you swore you saw his eyelashes, that were slightly magnified by the glasses, flutter at your voice.

“Good evening, ma’am,” he replied speedily, stepping back slightly to offer you the seat he had been sitting in with a motion of his arm.

You declined politely, your eyes barely leaving his face.

From the close proximity Bob was even more handsome, not a blond hair out of place and his glasses sitting as straight as could be on the bridge of his nose.

You were mesmerized by his gentle blue eyes and didn’t realize that he had spoken to you, which had you take a deep breath before you rushed to apologize.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked, your voice as gentle as his gaze on you, and you saw the corners of his lips tug upwards in the hint of a smile.

“I just… I asked how you were doing this evening,” he answered quickly, and with the way he stood so straight and poised you felt like telling him ‘at ease’, but refrained from doing so.

You liked that he was so adamant on making a good impression.

“I uh, I’m well,” you answered him and closed your eyes for a second, hating yourself for the quite flat and unilluminating answer.

You felt like you should talk more so you did so out of inner pressure to do well.

“I just met Jess, she’s… she’s kind,” you said with a nod and he mirrored it immediately.

“I’ve known her since kindergarten. She’s soon to be engaged to a friend of mine and member of my squadron, Eugene,” he clarified, and his answer sent a rush of relief through you.

Your eyes were trained on him and his similarly were watching you.

“Would it be alright with you if I took you out to dinner sometime, ma’am?” He asked after a few seconds of mutual comfortable silence.

You felt a rush of excitement course through you and your back straightened automatically, your feet straining in your shoes so you didn’t rock back and forth with joy.

A smile appeared on your face even though you tried to contain your excitement.

“What’s your name, sailor?” You asked him, feeling a weird curiosity in wanting to know his last name.

“Sergeant Robert Floyd, ma’am,” he answered quickly, standing just a hint straighter, which had you smiling wider than before.

“I’d love to go out with you, Bob,” you answered him, which lit his eyes up as his lips spread into a smile.

The rest of the evening went by quickly, you didn’t even realize how late it was or that you had spent hours already talking to Bob Floyd.

He and his squadron had just graduated from flight school and were celebrating at the bar, with the celebration getting louder with every passing hour and many more drinks.

Bob didn’t drink but he offered to buy you some, which you couldn’t decline.

The moment you went to the bathroom Bob’s friends were all over him, some even clapping his back as they interrogated him as long as you weren’t in the room.

“Who is the pretty lady, Bobby boy?” One of them asked, a younger man with a spread of pimples than ran over his face like wildfire.

Adam was one of Bob’s favorites, being kind and open without seeming too pushy.

“The woman I’m going to marry,” he said almost inaudibly, earning a few chuckles and shaking heads in the process.

Someone hollered and Bob suppressed the need to roll his eyes, instead giving his friends and comrades a quick smile.

The moment you returned to your conversation Bob was once again unresponsive to the world around you, only having eyes and ears for you and what you had to say.

You didn’t realize that a lot of people left the bar or that Carole intended to close it, seeing as 2am was already fast approaching.

The two of you continued talking until Carole finally managed to get your attention.

“We’re closing, you two,” she smiled as she watched you almost having to wake up from the intimate atmosphere the two of you had.

Bob was the first to realize what the late time really meant, a sense of apologeticness running through him.

“I’m so sorry I kept you,” he immediately said, his eyes darting to the clock that was poised behind the counter.

“I didn’t mean for it to get so late! Is there anything I can do? Can I walk you home?” He asked, which made you smile gently.

You hadn’t realized how tired you actually were, but Bob’s presence was almost as if it was charging your batteries.

“I wouldn’t want you to be out by yourself at this time, but I of course don’t want to impose,” he said softly, and you followed your instinct to gently reach out your hand and brush over the sleeve of his jacket for a second.

“I’d be grateful if you brought me home,” you answered him honestly, and after he paid for your drinks Bob escorted you outside, his arm out for you to hold.

You didn’t just walk home but instead you took a small stroll in the moonlight, painting the entire setting into something incredibly romantic.

If you were honest it really was, you held onto Bob and the two of you talked without uncomfortable silences or hitting a topic on which you didn’t agree, it was as if he was just made for you.

The moment you reached your home you rushed inside to retrieve a piece of paper and a pen, writing down your name, address and phone number so he could take it home.

When you tentatively handed it to him he folded it carefully and put it into his breast pocket, the thought of it being close to his heart now making a pleasant heat rush through you.

You were reluctant to let him go but the weight of the hour lay heavily on both of you, so you said your goodbyes.

To do that he moved in closer, pulling you into a hug with enough time so you could protest, which you didn’t.

When you got closer to follow his lead Bob moved to set a soft kiss to your cheek, knocking the wind out of you at his display of affection, and the way your heart beat faster at it.

A wide smile spread onto your face and he smiled too, gently watching you to see if you were alright.

He nodded at you for a second before stepping back to let you go inside, but you turned to watch him leave.

“Hey, Bob?” You shouted after him, your eyes still trained on his walking form.

Bob turned around with raised brows, waiting for you to go on.

“Should we say tomorrow at eight?” You asked, and received a happy and relieved smile from him.

part three

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The Escape - Part 15

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A smile graces your lips as you seize the moment, stretching your hand out to gently touch his, the proximity between you mere centimeters. Your heart races with anticipation, fully aware that opportunities like this may not present themselves again for some time. Acting on your desires, you lean closer, carefully pressing your lips against his, being mindful to avoid touching his distinctive clown nose.

In that electric moment, you feel his initial surprise, followed swiftly by his reciprocation. He leans into the kiss, parting his lips, allowing you to delicately explore the contours of his tongue and lips. The intensity of the connection leaves both of you breathless, and you reluctantly break the kiss, still in close proximity to Buggy. Whispers escape your lips, barely audible.

"I want you to treat me better, Captain," you murmur, your words carrying a blend of vulnerability and determination. It is a plea for respect and a request for him to recognize your worth and accord you the dignity you deserve.

The clown, too baffled by your words and your actions has fallen silent again, you start to think he is only good at anger or being boisterous, but showing vulnerability was his biggest weakness. 

You give him some time to recover from the shock and sit up straight again. You smile at him now gently, wanting to make him feel safe. 

He cannot handle your kindness, your intimacy, he stands abruptly up, walking to his desk, hiding his blushing face. He takes off his hat and his coat, hanging them both now at a hook next to the door. He moves back and forth, probably to shake off the intimate connection you just shared. You can really see how overwhelmed he is. It was probably easier for him trying to kiss you when you both were drunk the other night. From his desk he hands you the tray with the food and the water. “Let's start with this then. I will show you that Buggy the clown is not only funny, but can also be kind.” 

You take the tray from him, thanking him and emptying the water glass in one quick gulp. 

“Want more?” 

You nod and he is relieved that he can leave the room and the temporary tension between you two, taking the glass, unlocking the door and stepping out. He leaves the door unlocked, finally starting to trust you again. 

After you have eaten you feel better, still sitting on Buggys bed you have tried to clean off the stains from his pillow you had caused earlier with your tears. Buggy came back with two glasses of water and a bottle of rum, offering it to you after you emptied your water glass. You politely decline and he just takes a big sip from the bottle, his face immediately relaxing at the taste of the sweet alcohol. 

“What are we going to do next?”, you ask innocently, smiling at him again. You kind of start to enjoy this completely helpless Buggy, craving for it and trying to avoid your affection at the same time. 

“Next I want you to open this!”, he says, throwing the bag at you he had brought with him into the room earlier. It looks like a big package but it is rather light. Carefully, you untie the string that binds the bag, anticipation building within you. The moment you catch a glimpse of the vibrant, shimmering green fabric, you know exactly what it is. Gasping in awe, you unfold the dress, allowing its vibrant colors to cascade across the bed, creating a mesmerizing display.

"How did you...?" you manage to utter, your voice laced with surprise and curiosity, unable to fully comprehend how he could have known your affinity for this particular garment.

“I saw you in Loguetown in front of that shop. The sparkling in your eyes when you looked at this dress told me everything.” 

You were speechless, not only did Buggy find you in Loguetown but he also had followed you and realized how much you admired this dress.  You immediately stand up and to Buggys shock and embarrassment you take off your trousers and your shirt, turning around in front of him to grab the dress just wearing your underwear. “Gah, I told you to stop acting so shamelessly!”, he yells and detaches his hands from his arms to quickly cover his eyes. You cannot wait to feel this beautiful fabric on your skin, as you close the zip on the side and adjust the layers you feel like a new human - the sadness from earlier completely washed away. A dirty mirror hangs in the captain's cabin, you walk towards it, turning three or four times in front of it. This dress fits perfectly. 

“Thank you, Captain!”, you finally utter and turn around to him, who has been staring at you, sitting on the chair. 

"You truly look stunning in this," he breathes, his voice filled with awe. Moved by his words, you feel another blush creeping up your cheeks as he takes a step closer, his hands gently resting on your waist. However, his hesitation is evident, as if he's unsure of how to proceed in moments of intimacy like this. The effects of the alcohol have granted him a touch more courage, yet he remains cautious.

In response, you reach out, encircling your arms around his neck, locking your gaze with his. The memory of the earlier kiss lingers, and you refuse to be the one who always initiates such moments. Though desire stirs within you, you long for a sense of equality and reciprocity. You want him to kiss you as well.

"I won't wear it right away, though," you explain, your voice tinged with determination. "It might hinder me while working on deck."

His voice turned hoarse, both of you frozen in each other's embrace. "Working on deck?" he repeats, surprise evident in his eyes.

"Yes," you confirm, a sense of purpose infusing your words. "I believe that's what I'm meant to do as a member of the Buggy Pirates."

His eyes widen, a genuine smile spreading across his face. Carefully, you release your hold on each other, collecting your clothes and tidying up his bed. Expressing your gratitude, you bid him a goodnight before leaving the Captain's cabin, making your way back to your own room aboard the ship of the Buggy Pirates. 

[gyutar0ss]

Together forever

• Zenitsu Agatsuma x Male reader

• Genre: Fluff

• Summary: Zenitsu realizes that he wants to be together with you for all of eternity but, he doesn’t know how to explain it to you because you’re related to Inosuke Hashibira.

Zenitsu was in love.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with [Name]. He wanted to scream to the whole world about how much he loved him. He wanted to tell [Name].

He wanted to tell [Name] how much his heart ached for him.

But [Name] was oblivious, he was like his brother Inosuke an idiot.

But to Zenitsu he was a lovable idiot.

You see here everybody knew Zenitsu was in love with [Name]. Everyone but [Name] and Inosuke, they were to caught up in their sibling fights and arguments.

So when everyone heard that Zenitsu was finally going to confess to [Name] they were more than happy to help, but Zenitsu politely declined any offer.

“Im sure I can do this Tanjiro!” Zenitsu said to Tanjiro giving him a nervous smile.

“Are you sure Zenitsu?” Tanjiro worriedly asked him. Tanjiro wanted the best for his friend, although he wasn’t so sure his plan would work.

“Im one hundred percent sure!” Zenitsu said. He really hoped his plan would succeed, but he had his worries.

“Okay, I’ll see you later Zenitsu!” Tanjiro grinned as he saw the boy walk out the room.

When Zenitsu walked out the room he felt a gush of nervousness spread throughout his body.

‘Get yourself together.’ Zenitsu thought to himself as he took a deep breath in and out.

“Now I have to find [Name]!” Zenitsu mumbled to himself. Of course finding [Name] wouldn’t be a problem. He could sense that the boy was all alone, his plan was going good so far.

Zenitsu quickly rushed to the yard where [Name] was in. He was about to open his mouth until he noticed how handsome the male was. He couldn’t even tell that he was staring at [Name].

“Hey Monitsu! Are you gonna sit down or what?” [Name] asked, making Zenitsu snap back to reality.

“Um…Sure!” Zenitsu answered, as he took a seat next to [Name].

Zenitsu couldn’t believe it. [Name] looked so pretty from up close. The scars on is back from battles, the way how his skin shined in the sun, it was just amazing.

He was amazing.

“If you’re here to just look at me I’m leaving.” [Name] bluntly said as he played with his fingers.

“Oh no, I’m here because I needed to tell you something important!” Zenitsu mumbled.

“Okay…What is it?” [Name] interrogated, wanting to know what was so important to Zenitsu.

[Name] looked at Zenitsu and told him, “Calm down, I can feel your heart racing. Are you hungry?”

“No I’m not hungry I’m fine!” Zenitsu said in an attempt to reassure [Name].

“Alright, so what did you wanna tell me?” [Name] implied.

Zenitsu took [Name] and made him stand up, took both of his hands, and intertwined them with his, and took a deep breath.

“[Name], I don’t really know how to tell you this. But I really like you. I like like you. I like spending time with you, I like fighting battles with you, I like everything about you. I want to be with you forever [Name]!” Zenitsu told the boy.

[Name] looked at Zenitsu with a look of pure confusion on his face.

“I like like you to.” [Name] shared back.

“No [Name] I wanna be with you forever!” Zenitsu screamed.

“Ok so we’ll be with each other forever, I pinky promise.”[Name] said, a small smile beginning to appear on his face.

“You swear?” Zenitsu asked.

“I swear.” [Name] smiled.

[babyfacebuttercup]

My Heart Is Yours

A/n: sorry it’s taken me so long to put this out! I’ll be posting more soon!!!

All the streets were flooded with rain, your hat barely keeping you dry. You couldn’t see that well in this type of weather, and the first thing you saw was a pub that seem to be open. You only assume this because there are a few men standing outside smoking. And with that you took your chances and darted inside out of the rain. Taking off your hat, revealing your puffed out curls. And now melted off make up, you sat down at the bar. Taking off your nearly soaked coat, the bartender walks down to you already with drink in hand. Placing it down in front of you, which didn’t make sense because you had not ordered anything yet. “Excuse me, why did you bring me this? I didn’t order anything.” Staring at him puzzled, the old man leans over the counter slightly. “It was sent by Mr. Shelby.” your eyes nearly fell out of your head hearing that. THE Shelby’s?!? The same ones who started a war with the Italians?! You came to the pub for a drink and that’s all, how did you end up in this mess.

Swallowing the fear that had built up inside you. Your brown eyes travel across the room, where the bartender came from. And long behold all three Shelby brothers sitting at their table. It was John the youngest of the brothers, Thomas who is the middle brother and Arthur the oldest of the Shelby Clan. in Birmingham it’s nearly a death wish to reject the Shelby man. But right now you weren’t in the mood to entertain me, so in your fashion you smile at the bartender sliding the drink back. “ Tell Mr. Shelby I will politely decline his offer. And before you go may I have a gin and tonic please?” With a curtain nod in a stressed smile, the man takes the glass back and disappears. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of receiving drinks from men. It’s just you never take from the Shelby brothers.

A few minutes go by the only source of entertainment,that you have is the barmaid singing. Which wasn’t ideal but it was still nice to say the least. You only wish you could dance right now, that was your first love as a child. It was always your dream to become a professional dancer. But you grew up, your family forced you to face reality. But this is a pub not a dance club. Soon the bartender comes back with one drink in hand. You pay and take your drink from him. The bartender leaves you to your own thoughts. Your mind was still a buzz from work earlier in the day. You are a radio girl it wasn’t a unpleasant job. But hearing people talk constantly is annoying, So you only took the dayshift. Since you know that some girls get home at ungodly hours. Birmingham wasn’t the best when it came to jobs, but this was your home so what else can you do.

Soon you and Arthur became close drunkenly and spoke until the drinks stop flowing . That soon became a routine with you the gangster. After work you go home, get dressed (more presentable) only to go back out down to the Garrison. To see the likes of Arthur Shelby’s drunk in state. He liked to get a jump on drinking, when he was done a job. But one night it was different, when walking through the doors. Arthur wasn’t in his usual stool at the bar. It was odd that he was probably late, so settling in your seat getting your usual. Conversing with John about his love life which also became normal as well. “And I says to Annie why do I have to stop my drink to listen to your problems? You don’t ask me about mine. Why should I care?” A scoff comes out of you gaining the man’s attention. “Spit it out woman.” He says with a roll of his eyes while taking a drag of his cigarette. “Nothing John your just a lady killer that’s all. But honestly I think you should be more gentle with the girls. You are a Shelby after all, take her out to a nice walk in the park with some flowers Johnny boy. And she’ll be more caring towards you.” You turn back to your glass gaining a nod of agreement. “You’re right y/n but I would tell Arthur that if that’s what you want.” He says with a chuckle from the youngest Shelby.

Soon you asked Arthur if he’d mind walking you home. It was about 12:00 and as a woman you knew it wasn’t safe for you. He drunkenly agreed seeing the situation, and Arthur wouldn’t have the heart to let you go. Walking out the pub arms locked together keeping each other steady. It was a quiet night, it had just finished raining which you loved. “Arthur do you like what you do? I mean as far as working with your brothers.” he hadn’t expected you to ask that sort of question, but he had no reason not to answer. “ The Shelby’s stick together. With me being the oldest I have to take care of my brothers. But the gambling business is a good business for us to be in especially Tommy.” He says with a big smile. Eventually, you two make it to your small apartment. You ask if Arthur would like to come up for a nightcap, and he agrees.  which week and I guess one thing led to another. You can literally see the chemistry between the two of you. It was like two lost souls, finally finding each other you laughed from every jokey told. Attentively, listen to every story you had a little girl. “I’m such a horrible host! Would you like something to eat? I’ve got some leftovers or I could whip something up for you.” Arthur smiled at you from his seat on your small couch. That he has made himself at home on.





“You look beautiful in this light darlin’” Arthur says in pure admiration, leaning back into the cushion . His tie was loose and his hair a mess as always but, that man stole your heart. He holds out his hand for you as he hands up. A soft chuckle leaves your lips, making eldest Shelby completely melt. “Arthur you are too kind. I bet you say this to many women?” You say with a grin pushing down to the flutter of your heart. Getting up from your own seat you take Arthur’s hand. Settling down. Beside him as the candle light in the room made your faces glow. “I’ve only had eyes for you y/n. I couldn’t stomach the sight of anyone who wasn’t you love.” You don’t dare say another word, your lips might betray you. Arthur places his hand on your cheek, making your body relax into his touch. With a gentle look in your eyes taking his hand off your face. “Arthur I don’t think this is a good idea.” Getting out of his space you take your leave to the small living room.

Arthur follows after you watching you, but your mind was more focused on the tea. That you were determined to make for your nerves. A rough hand runs from your shoulder down to your hand.”Mr.Shelby….” Turning to look at Arthur your eyes lock. Staring into your eyes feeling like you may melt right there. Smiling slightly to himself while leaning down to you,” call me Arthur.” A gentle kiss was placed on the cheek, next the shell of your ear and than to your neck. A whimper was caught in your throat from this slight pleasure. Stopping Arthur with your hand before his lips could touch your skin. You take his hand in yours taking you both to your bedroom. Quickly you both is rid yourselves of your clothing. It was like a unexpected entity took over you. You would never act like this, but something about him made you want to be this way. Without warning your bodies meet again it’s like two magnets stuck together. Wrapping your arms around Arthur’s neck, a pair of arm wrap themselves around your hips. Moans and groans is all you two can do to communicate to one another. Arthur leads you into the bedroom.

Climbing up onto your bed reluctantly giving the Shelby brother a nice view. “Arthur you’re beautiful.” That’s all you could say taking in his scars from the war. One that stands out the most is the one on his chest. Sitting up on your knees you reach for the mark. Tracing it with your fingers Arthur could do was watch you giving him a chill up his spine. “You like them Y/n? Because they ain’t nothin’ special. ” Is all he could say and a simple yes was your reply, making you look up at him. Only to be greeted with a gentle smile from Arthur. Placing his firm hand on your chin bringing you close. Closing your eyes and it was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It was firm but still gentle, it was like he was afraid to be rough with you. “Please Arthur…” it wasn’t big but it did enough to make you want more. Biting his lip looking down at you,”say it again but look me in my eyes.” He hadn’t even done anything, and you were practically rolling your eyes into your head. Trying to look into his dark eyes,”Arthur please I need you.” Without breaking eye contact you feel him push into you even more. You weren’t a virgin but it felt like it, “ Y/n I didn’t think you’d be like this.” Arthur says feeling you around him savoring every moment.

After a long night you roll over to be met with a empty bed. That’s only after you feel around for Arthur. You shoot up out of bed looking around your apartment, only to come back and see he left you a note. On top of your vanity, “I had to handle some business. I haven’t abandoned you, I want to see you again meet me at the Garison at 9. -Arthur “ and after that it became a system. You two would meet at the Garrison, get drunk, and then go to your place. No dates. No “when will I see you again.” Arthur left a note every morning before he left. Going in great detail how he felt about you, and how he feels like an actual person.

"Y/N! Don't leave me! Please!" Arthur says falling to his knees looking so broken. Shaking your head at the sight before you, here in front of you is one of the most ruthless men in all of Burmingham and here he was. Crying. But not cries of sorrow but cries of deep hurt. You couldn't bare to see Arthur like this. "I saw you with that women! You said you loved me! You're a liar!" You step closer to him on the train platform looking down at his disheveled state. "My Ma said you were no good Arthur Shelby! She said you lot was no good, especially you and Thomas! But I said no these are good men I can trust them!" You say look from the eldest brother, and your eyes find a set of deep blue ones. Pointing at Thomas now stepping over your Arthur, "You can't stand to see anyone happy can you? No, Thomas you can't! Was I distracting him in your eyes, well he's a grown man Thomas! Leave him be! But you can't seem to can you?" The middle Shelby brother can only smoke his cigarette staring unfazed by you. Not only that everyone is now staring at all three of you. "Well I hope you are happy you win Thomas!" You scream in Tommy's face. “No y/n this is my fault not Tommy’s! I should have known better I’m ashamed of myself!” Arthur yells clutching his head. You can’t help but feel your heart tug at you. The whistle blows and it’s time to make a choice so you stay or go.

[kittttycakes]

[blurb] put your lips next to mine, dear

contents: established Morpheus x reader x Hob Gadling, she/her pronouns for the reader, third person POV, no use of Y/N, reader is a university professor, fluff, 1.1k

notes: written to fill “a kiss, three ways” for my promptober 2022 self-challenge

She started it unintentionally.

It was a whim, to pull Hob back down and kiss him again before he left, abandoning her to the pile of essays she still had to grade in favor of meeting Morpheus. She’d join them later, of course, and she never really minded the two of them having time alone together, just as Hob never minded the reverse.

“What was that for?” he smiled down at her, eyebrows raised.

“Give it to Morpheus when you see him,” she replied, turning back to the pile of papers and her green pen. She couldn’t look up at him, knowing if she did, she’d see the unbearably fond expression on his face, and then she’d have to kiss him a third time, a fourth, a fifth, and he would be late and she would be even further behind.

Hob’s smile widened. “I will, then. Tell him it’s from you.”

“You’d better. It’s only fair, really, so don’t forget.”

Hob didn’t forget, and kissed Morpheus twice when he let himself into the flat and found him sitting on his couch. Their shared partner, bless her, had offered to pick Morpheus up a key once, as if he needed one. He’d declined, very politely, and then proceeded to frighten her terribly by appearing, as if out of nowhere, in the middle of their living room the next morning. Although it took time, Hob’s invitation to drop in any time was eventually taken up more often than he had previously dared to hope.

In an echo of Hob’s earlier conversation, Morpheus asked, almost amused, “What was that for?”

“One was from me, because I missed you, although God knows why, when I saw you earlier this week,” Hob grinned. “The other one was from her.”

Hob could almost see him filing this information away for use at a later date, as if he kept a ledger in his head, marked with their names entwined. Perhaps he did. Satisfied that he had done his duty by her, he made himself comfortable, and settled back to ask him what he’d been doing since they last saw each other.

-

Morpheus remembered, waiting for an opportunity.

She lay with her head resting in Morpheus’s lap, looking up at him. “Are you sure you have to go?” she asked, although she already knew the answer. “Hob will be back from his trip in a few hours, you could stay to see him when he gets in.”

“I will see the both of you together, tonight,” he replied, fingers brushing gently through her hair. “But before we meet again, I have work to do.”

“I know you do.” She sat up, smiling softly. “It was worth a try.”

“You will see me again before you even have time to miss me.”

“I always miss you when you leave, you know. It isn’t bad, I just start to look forward to seeing you again as soon as you’ve gone—oh, don’t look at me like that, please, you know I can’t help it—”

When she looked at him again, he was smiling. “You are remarkable.”

She waved the compliment away and kissed him softly, although the tips of her ears and her cheeks were flushed with a tell-tale, pleased blush when she pulled away. “Go on, then, and I’ll see you tonight. I’ll tell Hob you said hello.”

“Will you give him this for me?” Morpheus reached over to cup her cheek gently in one hand, leaning in to kiss her slowly. She opened her eyes when he pulled back, blinking a few times.

“I—yes. Yes, I think I could do that,” she replied, still a little dazed. Kissing Morpheus, she thought, did sometimes have that effect, although she was never certain if this was a side effect of his otherworldliness breaking through into the Waking world, or if it was merely something intrinsic to him.

When Hob let himself in, hours later, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him twice, once soft and once slow.

“If that’s the kind of welcome home I get after I’m gone, I should travel more often,” Hob grinned down at her, arms around her waist, holding her just as tightly as she held him.

“One of those was from Morpheus. I’ll let you guess which,” she beamed up at him, head tipped back slightly to look him in the eye, and congratulated herself privately on a job well done as Hob’s eyes darkened and he steered her towards their bedroom, suitcase abandoned by the door.

-

Hob knew an opportunity when he saw one.

“You’ll see her tomorrow, won’t you?” he asked casually, walking beside Morpheus through a dream of streets he hadn’t seen since the late 1800s, if his memory served, and it usually did.

“I had intended to call on her, yes.”

“Oh, good. Would you give her something for me?”

“Anything it might be in my power to give.”

Hob could have sworn that they had been part of an evening crowd, but as soon as he looked around for any bystanders who might be paying too much attention, they were very much alone. That was dream logic for you, he reflected briefly, before pulling the other man to him by the lapels of his coat and kissing him the way he’d wanted to, two hundred years ago.

“That was for you. This is for her.” The second kiss is slower but not softer, and by the time he pulled away, he was slightly breathless himself.

“Then she shall have it.”

Hob smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.

She hadn’t been expecting Morpheus when she let herself in to her office after her last lecture of the day, but she wasn’t above appreciating a pleasant surprise. Setting her bag down, she made sure to close the door behind herself, uninterested in answering questions from well-meaning colleagues about the man waiting for her.

“You have the best timing, sometimes, I swear. Today has been—”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence, losing her train of thought as Morpheus lifted her hand to his lips, a gesture from a bygone era that never failed to impress her and make her a bit weak in the knees.

“That—you know that’s not fair,” she lamented, no real urgency behind her words.

“I would consider stopping, if I thought you meant it. But I do have a message for you, from Hob Gadling.”

“A message? I just saw him this morning.”

When he kissed her, it took her by surprise, although after a moment, she realized she should have known by the look on his face what was coming next. She didn’t know when she’d been back against the door, only that she had, and she still had the presence of mind to be grateful that the blinds on her window were quite firmly down.

She was, she decided, quite possibly going to kill Hob, because this was neither the time nor the place for her to be feeling like this. Although…

“Shall we see if Hob’s in his office? If I have something I’d like to give him myself.”

[mandomover]

The Rookie

Chapter Twentyone - The Fall

A raid goes wrong and Carrillo is held responsible. Javi’s outspoken words shock you.

Warnings: swearing and smoking

Words: 2350

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Gaviria is getting antsy about negotiations with Escobar. He says he won’t negotiate, but word has come down the grapevine that former president Turbay, is pulling all political and financial support while Escobar has his daughter, and Gaviria, so new to his role, can’t risk losing any help he has.

So negotiations are ramping up between the government and Escobar yet you still wait like a sitting duck in the middle. Gaviria has given the CIA fucks the right to work again, allowing their surveillance planes to roam the skies, but you still don’t have full jurisdiction.

With a few coffee runs and a lot of flirting, the CIA agents have allowed you to listen in on their findings, meaning you aren’t all sitting bored in the office; Javi plotting maps while you take notes for what the team overhear. Murphy is due to return tomorrow, finishing off his paternity leave with Connie and Olivia and you had hoped you would have made some headway for him to return to.

Right now, you are sitting in the CIA’s office, a darker, smokier, and sweatier office than you thought possible, as they track and plan to support the search bloc on their attempt to find Diana and the other hostages Escobar took a few days ago.

This is Gaviria’s last hope before really having to succumb to pressure and negotiate with Escobar and while you do feel sorry for Gaviria in some manner, you are excited at the prospect of being here in case they free the hostages and get Escobar in the same breath, even if it kills you that it could be the CIA and not the DEA.

The room is quiet, the steady hum and buzz from the machines whirring while the staff sit at the control panels with their headphones and maps, ready for action. You and Javi are perched on a desk by the door, fresh coffee on hand from a run you did to the cafeteria ten minutes ago, giving you an extra buzz on top of the palpable excitement coursing through your veins at the prospect of this mission succeeding.

Javi is chain smoking, offering you one every few minutes when he lights a new one but you decline each time, too nervous to smoke right now.

“Ok, I have the coordinates locked, Gorilla was heard here not ten minutes ago so we’ll try there first,” Agent Moreno says into his headpiece, communicating with the search bloc. You are holding a walkie tuned to the same channel as the CIA so you can hear both sides while they speak, balancing an elbow on your hip to hold it close enough to both yours and Javi’s ears so you don't disturb the agents at work.

“Copy, we’re moving in now,” Carrillo’s crackly voice sounds over the walkie. “I’ll confirm when in position.”

You breath a sigh when the line cuts off, impatient and wishing you were out there to see what was happening instead of being stuck in here being babysat.

You sip at your coffee, wishing it were something stronger, quiet murmurs and whispers throughout the office while the agents wait to hear that the search bloc are ready to move in. Javi nudges you and you look up at him, deep brown eyes looking into yours.

“This isn’t forever you know. We’re the last people Gaviria wants to think about while all this is going on. But he’s getting cornered, so once this mission is cleared, he’ll tell us we’re good to go back to doing what we do best and stopping Escobar.”

“I hope so,” you murmur, “I’m not cut out for coffee runs and begging for scraps.”

“I can tell,” he smirks, taking a sip from your coffee and handing it back to you.

“In position. We’re moving in on three. Over,” Carrillo squawks, and you inhale sharply, gripping Javi’s arm tightly, waiting for the walkie to crackle again with another update. The agents look around from their positions at each other, also nervously waiting for their coordinates to be deemed useful in the fight against Escobar and hear that Diana and the other hostages have been secured safely.

Minutes pass slowly, everyone waiting with bated breath for something to happen and the channel be switched over and Carrillo give a progress report but no news is good news you guess. Waiting this long at least means they’ve found something rather than an empty building. You eye the seconds hand on the clock on the wall tick agonizingly slowly and you will for something, anything, to happen when the channel crackles and static sounds. You pierce Javi’s arm in a death like grip but he says nothing, even if you are squeezing too tight while you stare at the walkie.

“Bad news guys,” Carrillo says gravely. “Ms Turbay was shot in pursuit. One of eleven casualties. Ten of Escobar’s men.”

“Fuck!” Moreno hisses, yanking the headset off his head and throwing it at the console. He puts his head in his hands and you look at Javi, eyes forlorn as he returns the look with equal measure, letting go of his arm and picking your now cold coffee back up from the table instead, switching the walkie off and setting it into its base beside Moreno. You clap him on the shoulder as you pass and he rises from his chair, muttering “I’ll go tell Noonan.”

You raise a brow at Javi who grimaces and nods towards the door, signaling your time here is done.

As you cross the office space to grab your things from your desk, your heart plummets in your chest, thinking about what this could mean now. Surely Gaviria will have no choice but to negotiate with Escobar, even if his demands are laughable. While Escobar would technically hand himself in, it would mean all your work and efforts to capture Escobar would be null and void, especially if Gaviria gave in to the ridiculous demand to abolish extradition. But what choice did he have? What choice did you have? Keep on fighting and hoping that you would really get Escobar and hit him where it hurt. If he handed himself in it would be a lesser sentence for a bogus crime and he would be back on the streets building his empire even more than before in no time. But you had to have hope.

With the return of Murphy came the news that Gaviria had held crisis talks through the night and was willing to transparently negotiate with Escobar in hopes that a deal could be met meaning he would hand himself in. It was a huge blow to your efforts, especially now Gaviria had resided to give you control back; what good would it do now there was no one to capture?

Carrillo was also in trouble for his actions during the raid. While it was entirely accidental shooting Diana Turbay, he still had to be held accountable for his actions and drastic choices. You watched him march through the office on his way to the presidential office and you wished him well in his meeting but he hadn’t returned yet and that was nearly four hours ago. You had mooched through the building, feigning a need for fresh air and more coffee, but you were hoping to run into Carrillo. Or anyone who could give you information as to what the fuck was going on. As you took the stairs up to your floor after another visit to the cafeteria for nothing in particular, you heard your name being called from behind you and stopped still, whirling around to greet Carrillo, his face impassive.

“Gather the gringos and meet me in my office in five,” he nods curtly at you, before sidestepping you and taking the stairs two at a time. You exhale, letting out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and race up the stairs to go and grab Javi and Murphy.

Four minutes later you’re in front of Carrillo’s desk, on the edge of your seat waiting for Carrillo’s report back.

“Gaviria is in talks with Escobar. He’s accepting the negotiations.”

“Maldito hijo de puta,” Javi growls.

“He has to put forward the motion against extradition to the states and then Escobar will be taken to La Catedral which he has been building this whole time in the mountains. He knew things would end up here.”

“So what are the terms?” you ask, ignoring Javi who has jumped up from his seat and is pacing back and forward behind you, angrily hissing Spanish curse words under his breath.

“Extradition abolished for one,” Carrillo counts off on his fingers. “No police within three kilometers of the prison he himself has built, his own guards and men patrol it, and he goes down for only one drug trafficking charge.”

“That’s absurd,” Murphy shouts.

Carrillo holds his hands up in defeat, as if he’s accepted the ridiculous demands outlining the demise of Escobar. In fact, he’s relatively calm considering this is his life’s mission to sink Escobar and the pure hate and anger you have seen spill from this man for less.

“What about you?” you ask calculatedly, squinting at him.

He purses his lips and doesn’t answer, looking at the photo of him and his wife on his desk instead, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I am no more. I am to move to Spain.”

All three of you spit insults about Gaviria’s choice, disgust at Carrillo’s dismissal and annoyance at his reckoning, but Carrillo looks at you with a soft smile, as though he truly has accepted his fate.

“The search bloc is no more but promise me you will continue to do surveillance and track intel. You can still get him.”

You were stunned into silence. Not only is Carrillo going but the police unit was disbanding entirely? You can’t fathom the stupidity at the negotiations in the first place, but to actually hear the demands expected? Ludicrous.

“I have two weeks before I’m done. Enough time to tie up some loose ends. But no big raids.”

“That’s shit. What are we all supposed to do now?” Javi asks, and it makes you think of a child, looking around for a responsible adult in the room to give you guidance.

“You’ll be fine. You have your team and you’ll look out for each other. You’ve shown time and time again how you have each other’s backs and you make a great squad.”

Your eyes sparkle, the ever-there tears threatening to pour out. You look at Murphy and Javi proudly and they grin back at you, albeit Javi’s grin is forced, obviously thinking about the loss of Carrillo.

“I just wish your example would bleed into my men, I can’t promise they’ll behave.”

Carrillo turns to look out the window and you move beside him, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“These men are here because of Escobar.”

“I mean, we all are, we-”

“They’re here because of what Escobar has done to them. Here because Escobar or his men have killed their mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers. They’re here for vengeance and I’m not going to be able to stop them. Nor should I.”

You shiver and Carrillo turns to look at you, his face half in shadow as he looks at you, and he looks menacing. It’s like a threat. Don’t get in their way because they’re going to stop at nothing to get Escobar.

As if Carrillo can read your mind, he squeezes your arms and steals your focus, as if he’s looking into your soul.

“Have you got what it takes when it comes down to it Rookie? My men will stop at nothing. Is there a line you won’t cross?”

“Na, she’s in it all the way. She’ll do whatever it takes,” answers Javi for you, sneaking up behind you and clapping you on the shoulder, spreading both heat and ice through you.

Your mouth drops open, but no words come out.

What can you say? There’s always lines you have to cross in this job but Javi is answering like he knows you would cross every line imaginable. And that’s a scary prospect. The lines drawn out with the unimaginable. He thinks you’ll do whatever it takes no matter what. But you can’t commit and say you’ll do it all until you’re in that situation. You’re too surprised by the quick speed in which Javi answers on your behalf, you’re flummoxed for an example of something you would or wouldn’t do but surely there’s going to be a line you wouldn’t dream of crossing or even nearing someday? But Javi has taken that choice away from you, maybe without even meaning to. He might be singing your praises and offering confidence boosters by simulating this but he doesn’t know what he’s done by saying you’ll stop at nothing. You can only say that when you’ve done it. When you’ve experienced it. When you’ve truly stopped at nothing. And that scares you too. That Javi is capable of expressing these feelings as if he’s already crossed those lines. And that you don’t know scares you and you know it’ll take a lot of whiskey to prise that information out of him someday.

But for now, you just smile at Carrillo and say “you’ve been a great leader of the search bloc and I’ve enjoyed learning with you. This isn’t the end. Not by a long shot.”

You hold your hand out to shake, and he grasps it but doesn’t shake, “You have plenty in you that needs unlocked. It’s there. It’ll come when you need it,” he tells you with a wink, before pulling you into a crushing hug. Just as you wrap your arms tightly around him, he gruffs into your ear, “look after these two. Stay alert. I believe in you, Rookie.”

And when you pull apart moments later, his eyes are boring into yours, almost pleading with you to heed his words.

A/N: this is shoddy work. I’m sorry 😂 I was originally happy with the chapter but as I read and reread it more I fell out of love with it and it stopped me writing the next bits. I know where I want to go (roughly) but not exactly how to get there, so I’m struggling a bit to come up with the bits in the middle. So thankyou to everyone who has stuck by me and continues to read this lil piece even when it doesn’t entirely make sense.

It’s also hard being motivated when you’ve just given birth so bare with me in that regard too 😂

I have another chapter ready to post and I’ll post it in the next few days 🙌🏼🙌🏼

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Servitude pt 1 (yandere Jonathan Joestar X female reader)

Warnings: implied non con

Jonathan was one of the most prestigious students at your university. He was a major in archeology, the same major you'd chosen. He had a great passion for the topic, which led you to befriend him.

He was a great study partner and a wonderful person in general. He was always so polite. He'd always opened the door for you and pulled out your chair for you to sit on.

He was a great friend, and even when he had asked for a relationship and you had declined, he had remained indifferent. You were not interested in a relationship despite how much your family insisted on it. You wanted to become an archeologist and travel the world. Jonathan was a lovely man, though, and you two were close enough that rumors around campus would spread of a possible relationship.

The university year was almost finished when the attacks in London began, and word had reached you that the Joestar mansion had been burnt to the ground. You had visited that very day you found out. You felt horrible seeing him severely injured and knowing he'd lost both his father and brother. You kept coming back with flowers daily and talked to him to help pass the time.

"Oh no, I completely lost track of time!" You gasped as you looked at your watch. It was nearly seven o clock.

You stood up and grabbed your bag before leaning toward Jonathan to give him a light hug.

"I'm sorry to leave, but I'll be in trouble if I'm out any longer."

"It's fine (Y/n); if you want, I can try to walk you to the carriage," he offered.

"No, the nurses said you weren't allowed out of the room. I don't want you to get in trouble because of my tardiness," you said.

"I'll be back again tomorrow, don't worry yourself," you continued before waving him goodbye and leaving.

You opened the front door of the hospital and felt the icy winter wind, making you pull your coat closer to your body. You looked around for your carriage, but you couldn't find it. Perhaps your driver had parked a little further away. So you walked away from the hospital, searching for the carriage, completely losing track of time. Only when you looked at your watch again did you find another hour had passed. You felt uneasy about being out this late in London. So you decided it would be best to find an inn to stay at for the night and trek home tomorrow.

You saw two men walking by and decided to ask them.

"Umm, excuse me, but do you know a nearby inn? I can't find my carriage, and it's far too late for me to walk home," you asked.

"Sure, there's one just over that way. We could guide you there if you want. It's far too dangerous for a lady like you to be out at this time of night by herself," one of the men replied.

You thought for a moment. They seemed like nice men, so you trusted them.

"Yes, please, that would be greatly appreciated," you replied and let them lead the way. Everything seemed fine until they led you to a dark ally and told you the inn was on the other side.

"I think I know where it is now. I'll take the long way around," you told them.

"Don't be silly. It'll take you forever to walk around," the other man stated.

"It's fine. We'll make sure nothing happens to you" the first man said as he grabbed your hand.

"No-no thanks," you stuttered as you tried to pull away from him but to no avail.

"Let go of me!" You yelled before the second man pulled out a knife.

"Shut up, or I'll slit your throat," he threatened. A meek squeak escaped your mouth in response. He put the knife to your neck and led you into the alleyway while the first man grabbed your purse and began to go through it.

He began to toss out your belongings before he counted the money in it under his breath before he let out a disappointed sigh.

"Is that all the money you have?" He asked you.

"Yes- yes, it is," you replied almost instantly.

"Well, that wasn't even worth the time it took to get you here," he huffed.

"Perhaps you have another way of making it up to us?" He snickered as a smile grew on his face. At the same time, the second man wrapped his arm around your waist.

"No, you can keep the money… I won't tell the police," you begged. You were pushed to the wall with a loud thud, and you fell to the snowy cobblestone. The world spun around you for a few seconds as you lay on the ground before you realized they had begun removing your clothes.

"Stop! please!" you pleaded as you tried to fight off your two attackers with little success.

You felt a lump in your throat form as your hope of escape seemed less and less likely. Tears started rolling down your face, and your body began to shiver as your coat was removed.

The first man's hand began to trail up your calf and to your thigh. Your stomach felt sick as he laughed at how pathetic you were. You closed your eyes and prayed that someone would help you. Or that they would have the mercy to let you live.

Then something warm splashed across your face and the second man let out a garbled scream. You dared to open your eyes and were met with the bloody sight of your attackers' brutalized corpses.

You looked up to see the tall shrouded figure above you, their amber eyes piercing into you. You wanted to run, but fear paralyzed you.

"Ah, miss (L/n)," they chuckled, their voice instantly recognizable.

"Dio!" You gasped. He only chuckled more.

"But Jonathan said you died in the fire."

"Is that what he thinks?" He said, very amused by your words.

"You know what (Y/n)? It's perfect that I found you here" he knelt to you and held your chin in his hand. A strong gust of wind blew and caught the cloth he used to obscure himself. Most of his body was covered in third-degree burns. He should not have been alive or able to move around as if it were nothing.

"Yes, I think you'll be a perfect piece for my revenge on Jonathan."

"Revenge?" You asked shakily.

🩸🩸🩸

Jonathan grew worried when you hadn't visited the next day but assumed that maybe your parents had grounded you after being late. Only after a few more days had passed did he know something was wrong.

Even during his quest to stop Dio, you still lingered in the back of his mind. The possibility of what happened made him sick to the stomach. Only when one of Dio's minions held your embroidered purse did he know what happened, and it was worse than anything he had imagined.

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Mrs. Barber

No warnings, just pure floof.

Andy Barber, the most celebrated lawyer. Single, hot, and ALL the ladies are after him. His dating life is a mystery and very private. But that doesn't stop the ladies as well.

He comes into his big office every day at 9am. No later than that. He always has lunch with him and always politely declines the offers from work. Even if the ladies buy him a coffee, as it sits on the desk. He never drinks it and let's it go to waste.

And that's because he always had a warm mug of coffee.

Every day, at exactly 5pm, he leaves the office. As always, the ladies ask him to join him later at night for a drink. And being polite, he excuses the offer and goes on his way to his car.

On his way home, exactly 10 minutes until he arrives, he gets a message. A message that brought a smile to his face.

**

It was the next morning, and Andy was at his usual afternoon meetings. While he was discussing a deal with a client, the door to the meeting room opened, and his secretary came in.

She had whispered something into his ear, and his eyes lit up. He excused everyone, and he was out the door. As he walked down the hall to his office, small whispers were heard, and everyone was looking through the small window of his office. By the time he got there, everyone moved and he walked in.

There stood the one that captured his heart. The beautiful lady that sat in the chair in front of his desk wasn't your average gal. Not like the ones at his office. Who wore heels, over done makeup, and straight hair. Or even wore pencil straight skirts.

The lady turned, and he smiled. In her arms was his other pride and joy. His two month old little girl. She had her pink bow on, with a long sleeve shirt and pink cute little pants. Little babbles came out, and she smiled.

Andy reached out for her, and you placed her into his arms. He kissed her cheek, and he placed her on his hip.

"Everyone is curious still?" You asked, and Andy laughed.

"Let them." Andy said. You sat up and strolled over to him.

"Well you did forget your lunch and coffee." You said. Andy once again laughed.

"Well I can't help that this cutie distracted me. And Well this morning-"

"OH hush you." You said you playfully slapped him.

Andy then placed his finger under your chin and smiled.

"Even if they talk. You're the only one that I want and look forward to coming home to." Andy said, reaching down and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Love you Mr. Barber." You whispered against his lips. Andy smiled against yours and kissed you once more.

"And I love you too, Mrs. Barber. "