#yeah he’s a dirty cop too. just. a good guy dirty cop.

[justwannabecat]

Broke: Dick becoming a police officer to try and bring a positive change from the inside

Woke: Dick becoming a police officer because it gives Bruce an aneurysm thinking about how easily people could tie that to Nightwing

Bespoke: Dick becoming a police officer because, on the off chance he ever happens to meet the Joker in uniform, nobody will bat an eye when he kills him

[visualbutterflysworld]

Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (16)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen

Warnings: fluff, established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, mentions of drugs/being a junkie (a side-char)

Indecent Proposal (15.2)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“We gave you the chance to handle this,” Steve angrily glares at Natasha. “For years we protected you and paid you well. All we asked for was for you to put your dog on a leash.”

“Steve, I told him to stay away from you, and the girl,” Natasha nervously rubs her tired eyes. For half of the night, she tried to convince Steve and Bucky that the nurse at your doctor’s practice has nothing to do with an investigation. “I swear, he’s out of town. Whoever that woman is, she’s not one of us.”

“Oh, we know that she’s not one of us,” Bucky huffs. “She’s a civilian he hired to spy on Y/N and us.” He grits his teeth remembering how scared you were the last time Rumlow stood in front of you. “Five hundred bucks and she was willing to tell him everything he wanted to know.”

“That’s…illegal,” Natasha shakes her head. “I told him to stay away from her, and he hires some woman to spy on your girl. Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck!” Steve growls. “She’s a junkie, Natasha!” He blonde wildly gestures with his hands. “Imagine, she had drugs with her! According to that woman, Rumlow told her to get information out of Y/N. He instructed he to use the drugs she shoots into her veins to loosen Y/N’s tongue!”

“No,” Natasha sits down to cradle her head in her hands. “How could he do this? I believed he was a good cop. You know, not someone like me who forgot about their dignity and honor a long time ago. All the things I did for money.”

“You’ve got a good life thanks to us,” Bucky huffs. “Don’t act as if we are the big bad guys in this game. Our business is not legal, but without us, chaos would consume Brooklyn, maybe even the whole of New York. We keep the normal people safe.”

“Yeah. The heroes in shiny armor and shit,” Natasha sarcastically says. “It’s just.” She sighs deeply. “If you are a dirty cop, you feel bad sometimes. Especially when you work with someone like Rumlow. And now, I find out he’s even worse than me. I’d never hurt a woman, or an unborn child to get information.”

“You know that we would never do such a thing either,” Steve snaps at Natasha. “We never asked you to hurt people, Natasha. All we asked for was to look the other way or manipulate evidence.”

“What will you do now?” She lifts her head to look at Bucky. “Am I expendable now?” Natasha quirks a brow. She made peace with the fact that she would end up dead in a dirty alley sooner than later.

“You’re not expendable, no one is,” Bucky’s features soften for a split-second. “We know that none of this is your fault, Nat. We only ask you for permission to go after Rumlow. We owe you that much.”

Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He didn’t agree with Bucky but promised to let him take the lead. Natasha and his husband have a past, and he trusts Bucky’s instinct when it comes to the redhead.

“He dug his own grave, didn’t he?” She replies. “I tried to stop him from messing with you two. He didn’t listen to me, or anyone else. If he only did his job, I’d ask you to leave him alone. But Rumlow crossed one too many times to go after you.”

“Good,” Steve simply says. “We will make it look like an accident.”

She nods before looking at Bucky again. “He’s a man possessed, and I don’t know why. I tried to dig a little deeper but found nothing. Maybe you got more luck.”

“I don’t give a shit about his reasons,” Steve spats. “He tried to get close to our pregnant fiancé more than once. This time, he paid a junkie to hurt our girl to get information. This has nothing to do with an investigation.”

“I know,” she snaps back. “I just didn’t want him to end up dead. Okay! I worked with Rumlow for over five years. He trusted me with his life, and that I’ll have his back. It’s not easy for me to let him down!”

“Enough you two,” Bucky yells. “This is about Y/N and our unborn child.” He spits while talking. “This isn’t about revenge or shit. We need to protect her. Let’s find out why he’s after us in the first place.”

“Anything yet, Jensen?” Steve impatiently paces behind the tech expert's back. “We don’t have all day. I need answers.”

“We need answers,” Bucky sighs. “Jake, anything you can give us to calm my husband down?”

“Hmmm…” Jake adjusts his glasses while staring at the monitor. “Nothing on that nurse, slash, junkie. She got arrested a few times.”

“Let me guess,” Steve sneers. “Rumlow arrested her the last time.”

Jake shrugs. “Yup.”

“What about Rumlow and his past? Why is he so obsessed with us? I get that he wants to solve a famous case, but he’s chasing our girl around town.”

“There’s not much to find out about him,” Jake grumbles. “Nothing exciting.”

“No dirt?” Bucky presses on.

“No debts. No fishy transactions,” the tech expert shrugs. “He has a clean slate, guys. Whatever he’s hiding, Rumlow does it very well.”

“Jensen, dig deeper. Find something. Anything,” Steve says. “We need more information to bring him down. Because my beloved husband told our insider that we won’t kill him.”

“Yet,” Bucky corrects. “I promised to not kill him yet. If we can bring him down without killing him, fine by me. If not…he’s dog food.”

“Bucky, the voice of reason,” Steve laughs. “That’s a new one…”

“Where have you been all day?” You yawn. “I’ve missed you. It was so boring without you around. So…what did you do?”

“Nothing important,” Steve watches you press your back against Bucky’s chest. He smiles when Bucky kisses the crown of your hair. “Stevie and I had a few things to discuss with a business associate.”

“Okay,” you smile at Steve. “Now that you are here, can we have a movie night? What do you want to watch? Or do you prefer sports?”

“We can watch whatever you want, doll?” Bucky kisses your hair again. He moves his hand to your still flat belly, imagining you all swollen with their child. “Right, Steve?”

“Of course,” Steve joins you on the bed. He’s still pumped up, and angry but he’ll try to tame his anger for you and Bucky. Tonight, he’ll let Rumlow live.

Tomorrow is another day…

Part 17

Tags in reblog.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Dream Fever

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You have a dirty dream about Gibbs and try to play it cool.

Mentions: Sexual acts, death

Mostly angst/tension/no smut

————

Anxiously, you tap your pencil on your desk, grabbing the attention of Bishop and McGee.

“Y/N? You good? You’ve been pretty distracted all morning,” McGee asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little too much coffee I guess.”

Except you weren’t fine. You were busy replaying last nights dream in your head. The dream that included a certain grey haired agent. The reason for the dream?

It could’ve been the way you saw Gibbs interrogate your suspect yesterday. Or the way he walked into a room like it was a runway show. Regardless, it was keeping you from doing your job correctly and you weren’t sure you’d even be able to look your boss in the eyes today.

“Grab your gear. Dead Naval officer in Norfolk,” Gibbs spoke, walking into the bullpen and grabbing things from his desk. Quickly, you grabbed your bag and practically raced into the elevator before anyone else could accompany you, let alone Gibbs.

You chose to sit in the back seat with Bishop on the car ride there but couldn’t help but steal glances at Gibbs through the rear view window. He only caught you looking twice, both times, you immediately looked out the window, a redness forming at your cheeks.

“Hey, what’s up with you,” Bishop asked as you two walked toward the crime scene, McGee and Gibbs walking ahead, out of ear shot. You were pretty close with Bishop, you two sharing a lot of commonalities so you decided to tell her.

“I had a dream about Gibbs last night and it won’t leave my head.”

Her jaw dropped and she had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

“Shut up Ellie. It’s not funny. I can’t even look at him in the eye.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But why Gibbs? Is he your type?”

“I don’t know. Something about his tough yet caring exterior just seems to do something for me. You know I’m into older men.”

“True. What was the dream about?”

“Well he called me into the elevator for some reason and then did the whole stopping it in between floors. There wasn’t much talking but a lot of kissing and-

“Hey! You two done gossiping over there?!” Gibbs yelled, causing the both of you to rush over. He gave you a stare that you completely avoided by staring at the floor and eventually walked over to the cop that called in the death.

“So you said you there was a witness that might’ve saw the suspect fleeing?” You asked.

“Yeah, she said it was a guy wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Didn’t get a good look at his face though.”

Just as you were about to ask another question, you felt the presence of Gibbs standing right beside you, overwhelming your senses and making you completely lose your train of thought.

“Where is she so we can ask her a few questions,” he asked for you.

“Getting checked by the EMT’s. I guess your guy also tried attacking her as well once she saw him.”

You followed behind Gibbs, appreciating that runway walk he had and let him do all the talking with the witness as you just wrote everything down and occasionally gave him a once over.

Back at the squad room, you all began gathering all of your evidence when you found something interesting.

“Hey McGee. What non profit did you say our Petty Officer donated to?”

“Um, just WWF and PETA once a month. Why?”

“Well I was looking through his financial records and found a reoccurring payment starting in July to a Riker Humanitarian Organization.”

Both McGee and Gibbs came over but Gibbs decided to lean over your shoulder to get a better look at the computer screen, hand supporting himself right beside yours. You never really noticed how big his hands were until now and found yourself staring at them, remembering how they caressed and squeezed your body in your dream.

“Y/N? What am I looking at?” Gibbs asked slightly irritated as you snapped out of it. You clicked on the payment tab, sending Bishop a “help me” look at the same time which she only grinned at. She was loving how uncomfortable all of this was making you.

“Three thousand seems a bit steep for a humanitarian donation boss. You think his wife knew anything about it?” McGee asked.

“You and Bishop go find out. Talk to the wife. See what she knows.”

“I can go too if they want some more help,” you offered, not wanting to be alone with Gibbs.

“It doesn’t take 3 people to ask a few questions Y/N. You stay here. See what else you can dig up.”

You watched Bishop get up and giving you a wave and mouth good luck to you before following after McGee, making you die inside.

After a bit of more searching through the victims records, you didn’t find anything. Looking over at Gibbs, he had his glasses on and was staring intently at the case file in front of him. The glasses were a nice touch to his look. Made his facial features a little softer and only made you pay more attention to his icy blue eyes.

You hadn’t realized how long you had been staring until he looked up at you, catching you red handed.

“Can I help you Agent Y/L/N?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Not being able to come with an appropriate answer, you stuttered for words.

“Uh, I don’t- I think I’m gonna go see if Abby has anything for us.”

Thoroughly flustered for the upteenth time that day, you left a confused Gibbs and scurried downstairs to the lab.

“Abby. You gotta help me,” you pleaded, walking through her doors and seeing her typing away on her computer.

“Is it about your Gibbs dream?”

“What? How did you- Dammit Bishop.”

“Hey, I think it’s cute. Gibbs barely gets romantic admirers and I could totally see him being your type.”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I don’t to want to be his romantic admirer Abbs! He’s my boss!”

She shrugged and continued typing on her computer. “I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming about Gibbs. He’s a dreamy guy. If you like that gruff, quiet, brooding type.”

“Just tell me something about him that would be a turn off so I can just think about that instead of my dream.”

“Dream about what?” Gibbs asked from behind us, making the both of us jump. Oh God, please tell me he didn’t hear anything before your last few words.

“Y/N had a dream about someone and is trying not think about it,” Abby snitched.

“Abigail! Shut up!”

She smiled as your cheeks got tomato red. “Anyone we know?” Gibbs asked, stepping closer. I could’ve died right then and there.

Before Abby could say another word, you interrupted. “No! It’s nothing. Just a stupid dream, it doesn’t matter.”

He gave you that look that usually gives your suspects when interrogating them. The one where he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then back at your eyes again. Your breathing increased ten fold and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he noticed.

Thankfully he seemed to drop it and walk over next to Abby and ask her about the case. You have to remember to kill both her and Bishop.

>>>>

Once McGee and Bishop had come back from questioning the wife, you were all surprised to see them also come in with the suspect you had been looking for.

“Y/N. With me in interrogation,” Gibbs ordered while walking away. By now, McGee also had that dumb grin on his face so your sure Bishop had told him about the whole situation as well. You just flipped them both off while leaving to follow after Gibbs.

The suspect ended up not being any help. And neither were you. Anytime Gibbs got frustrated with him and started raising his voice, you just stared, not realizing that you didn’t ask one question during the entire conversation. “Y/N. Elevator. Now,” he said after you both exited the room. Shit.

You silently followed after him, dreading what was about to happen. You didn’t even look at Bishop and McGee as the both of you passed them to the elevators. He let you in first and walked in behind, letting the doors close and move both of you up a few seconds before pressing the emergency stop button.

“What’s going on with you Y/L/N? Is this dream really that distracting?”

You had no idea what to say. You just kept your eyes glued to the wall behind him, trying to ignore the intimate lighting and how similar this situation was becoming to your dream.

“How many times have you dreamt about this person?”

Oh jeeze. To Bishop and Abby, it was only one dream but in reality, it was probably like 5.

“Is this why you’re being weird with me all day?”

He stepped closer, making you instinctively take a step back, finally getting you to look him in the eye.

“Is the dream about me?”

You didn’t say a word but you didn’t have to. Gibbs was smart. He knew how to read body language. And you were giving all the tell tale signs of nervousness and attraction.

He looked down at your lips and back up at your eyes like earlier and you swallowed hard.

Finally, he stepped back and pressed the emergency button, bringing the lights back on and giving you a chance to take a huge breath. Just as the doors opened, he turned to you.

“We’re not done here.”

[princessamericachavez]

911 6x14 Spec

By the time Eddie gets home he’s welcomed by the distinct smell of Bobby’s shepherd pie recipe, which he knows for a fact Buck’s been perfecting during their shifts. It smells homey and comforting and absolutely wonderful. 

He follows the smell to the kitchen, where Buck’s washing the dishes. He’s wearing a soft navy hoodie with the sleeves rolled up and has a white drying towel slung over his shoulder. He looks at ease and comfortable and suddenly Eddie feels terribly overdressed. 

“Hey,” he calls as he walks in, taking off the red jacket his tia had insisted on for tonight. 

Buck turns around, eyebrows high with surprise. 

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah, it was... faster than I expected,” Eddie huffs a laugh, hanging the jacket on the back of a chair before sitting on it. 

“I know you said you were letting her down easy,” Buck says, turning around with his back against the counter, “but I thought you’d at least make it through dinner.”

“There was no dinner. She took me to a nightclub.”

“For a first date?” Buck laughs. “With you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” It can’t be that weird for Eddie to go out dancing every once in a while. He’s thirty four, not eighty.

“Nothing, nothing! Just not what I would- never mind. Still, that’s good, right? It’s an easier place to just tell her you’re not interested.”

“You’d think,” Eddie huffs. “But she beat me to it.”

“Wait- She turned you down?” Buck’s voice is colored by something between shock and indignation, like the sole idea of not wanting to date him is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. 

“Yeah, she said she wasn’t ready for a serious relationship but her tia keeps setting her up, too. So we just decided on some fake date story and called it quits after a margarita.”

Buck seems pensive at that, for a moment, before he turns his ever curious eyes towards him. 

“Well, you said you didn’t want something serious either. Kinda sounds like the perfect match, actually, if you guys just wanted to have some fun,” he says, trying to be light, but Eddie knows him well enough to notice some caution behind his words, some trace of suspicion. 

“First of all, I never said I don’t want something serious, okay? I do,” and for some reason it seems important to him that Buck understands that bit of information. “I just... I’m not sure if I’m ready for it. Not yet, anyway.”

Ana María’s remark about not wanting her own heart broken echoes in the back of his head. 

“And second of all...?” Buck asks, eyeing him intensely. 

“Second of all, even if I didn’t want something serious, dating around and just going out... I don’t know if it’s for me. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, but being a single dad makes it complicated. I’m not letting anyone into Chris’s life unless I know I want them to stick around forever.”

Something curious happens to Buck’s face then. The expression that flashes through his eyes is a mix of confusion and delight and surprise that eventually overflows into tearfulness. It lasts a millisecond before Buck duck’s his head, trying to hide a smile, and turns around with his focus back on the dirty dishes... 

Eddie knows his best friend’s heart like he knows his own and doesn’t need any mind-reading powers to know exactly what just happened. Some day, Eddie swears, he’ll get Buck to stop looking so surprised by the fact that Eddie wants him in his life. 

“Speaking of Chris,” Buck says, with his back turned to Eddie, “he’s supposed to be in bed already, but I’m pretty sure he’s been sneaking the Percy Jackson book under the covers when he thinks I’m not looking.”

Eddie laughs at that, shaking his head. 

“I was planning on checking on him in a bit, to make sure he was sleeping,” Buck adds, like he’s trying to show Eddie he can be a responsible adult even if he has to play the mildly bad cop. 

“I’ll do it and kiss him goodnight,” he says, standing up. 

As he walks to the door, he can hear Buck getting back to work on the dishes. It makes him pause. It doesn’t seem fair that his friend, on top of helping him look after Chris, has to clean everything up. 

“You can leave that, Buck. I’ll take care of it tomorrow morning.”

Buck half turns to look at him with a confused frown. 

“Eddie, I’m not gonna just leave you with this mess. You know Bobby taught me better than that,” he smirks. “Besides, I’m nearly done. I don’t mind.”

The easy earnest in his voice makes something inside Eddie’s chest melt with fondness. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. You know I’m happy to be here,” Buck waves it off. “Go kiss, Chris.”

Eddie makes sure to make noise as he approaches his son’s bedroom and he pretends not to hear the rustling of bedsheets before he opens the door. Christopher is still too young to realize how obvious his not-sleeping-breathing is, but Eddie pretends to buy it as he kisses his forehead and brushes his curls out of his forehead. He puts the book away on the bookshelf, for good measure, and leaves the door slightly open before he walks back out. 

By the time he makes it back to the kitchen, the place is nearly spotless and there’s a plate of warm shepherd’s pie on the kitchen table. He stares at it, then at Buck, who shrugs with a sheepish smile that is way too cute for a man his size. 

“You said you didn’t get to eat dinner. Figured you must be hungry.”

The thoughtfulness of the gesture makes Eddie’s insides melt once more. His chest feels like it might burst with whatever feeling is expanding inside it. 

“Starving, actually,” he admits, sitting down. 

Buck opens the fridge and hands him a beer. 

“Wanna join me?” Eddie asks, pointing to the chair in front of him. 

“I already ate,” Buck laughs, “two servings, actually. But I’ll have a beer with you.”

Eddie watches as Buck pulls a second beer from the fridge and sits across from him, waiting until they are both seated to start eating (his mom drilled manners into him, after all). 

...and that’s how the night ends in a much sweeter note than he expected. He eats Buck’s homemade food, they drink together, one, two, three beers and maybe get a little tipsy while they talk about life, work and everything in between. Eddie laughs more than he did the whole night out and insists Buck crash his couch because it’s too late to get an Uber home (it isn’t that late, actually, but it’s ridiculous that Buck’d need to go home all alone at this point when Eddie has a perfectly good and comfortable couch). 

While Eddie helps Buck prepare his makeshift bed, his friend catches him off guard: 

“So, do you think you’ll ever be ready? I- I mean... to start dating again. For something real.”

Buck pins him with a pair of tired blue eyes, hopeful like they’d been after the lightning strike, and a little sad too. 

“Yeah... yeah, I think I’m getting there. I think... I think it depends on the person, most of all.”

“Right,” Buck nods, thoughtfully. 

“In the meantime, I gotta figure out what to do with tia Pepa. She’s not gonna relent so easily.”

“Just tell her you’re already seeing someone,” Buck shrugs, flopping down on the couch with a sigh. He closes his eyes and melts down on the soft cushions with a small smile across his lips. “You can tell her you’re dating me or something, if it’ll get her off your back.”

Eddie should laugh and brush it off, because Buck is jut kidding, but the idea makes a little too much sense to discard it just yet. 

“I might take you up on that.”

Buck’s eyes open and stare at him with pure shock that startles a laugh out of him. 

“As a last resort.”

“Ouch. I’m that bad an option, uh?” Buck winces. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“Not bad, but if I tell her that then she’s never gonna let it go and I don’t think you want her grilling you forever on how our relationship is going.”

“You’re assuming she’d believe you.”

“Right, she’d never buy it,” Eddie huffs, smiling down at his best friend. “I don’t think I’m your type.”

Buck squints up at him, a little too serious. “What do you think my type is, Diaz?”

Girls. Redheads. Emotionally unavailable women who’ll hurt you and leave you and that I’ll quietly hate forever for it. Definitely not single dads still trying to figure out their messy lives. Not that Eddie cares.

“Whatever it is, I don’t think I’m pretty enough to qualify,” Eddie similes, giving Buck’s bent knee a pat. “Sleep well, man.”

He’s tired, and tipsy, and a little confused, so he’s pretty sure he imagines it when he turns off the lights and hears Buck whisper in the dark living room, “You’re definitely pretty enough.”

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Amai Mask/F!Darling: Lucky (1/)

If you were anyone else, you'd be wondering how you were fortunate enough to spend most of your life in Amai Mask's penthouse. I mean, he's at the top of every "Top 10" list for Heroes, pop stars, models, and singers. Bad lighting doesn't exist for him. And his body looks like it was carved from marble. He had so many fans that would kill to live with him.

And yet, the "lucky" one was you, and all because you had the gall to criticize him. To refuse him.

You were dragged to a dumb concert by a friend who'd won two tickets, and you had the nerve to open your fat mouth while waiting in the backstage line. That was the crime that warranted you being kidnapped, imprisoned, and hurt in ways you never imagined.

"Look, I have celebrities I crush on that you don't think are attractive, and this guy is yours," you'd said diplomatically. "I just don't get the appeal of a guy who's so dedicated to a facade that he named himself after it."

"Oh, come on," your friend groaned. "His name is about his appearance! Like, he looks so sweet, but it's a mask to hide how badass he is and how violent he gets with monsters."

"Yeah, I'm sure he can punch monsters real good," you replied sarcastically. "Plenty of Heroes punch monsters without turning their job as a civil servant into an entertainment career. Doesn't that make you feel...weird? It's like if a K-Pop idol was also in the milit--"

"Compulsory service is a thing in South Korea," your friend quipped.

You crossed your arms. "Okay, bad example. Imagine if a K-Pop idol was a firefighter, or a cop, or a fed. Which he is, technically."

"Gawd, I'd kill to see him in a uniform," she sighed. "Can you imagine? Holding those cuffs..."

"I'm sure the guy who beats criminal Monsters to death would show restraint and use nonlethal force like handcuffs. Well, if you're a human, he probably would. Though if you're not hot by typical standards I could see him being rough, just because you're not quite as human as the Pretty People."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Getting roughed up by him after he cuffs me? The crime rate would go wayyy up just for people dying to get that chance~"

You rolled your eyes. "Can anyone in this line explain to me how this guy is hot in a way that's totally distinct from every other idol? Apart from the fact that he has a different serial number from the others that came from the same entertainment industry factory?"

"Okay, Daria," your friend said with a smirk. "Just because you're too good to be into idols doesn't mean we aren't."

"I'm fine with idols, just not ones like...him," you retorted. "Either be an entertainer or be an enforcer of the government. I'm not a conspiracy theorist but with his influence, he could get away with all sorts of dirty shit. And he's probably done way worse than the typical police brutality against Monsters." You crinkled your nose at the countless posters, CDs, t-shirts, figures, all bearing his aesthetically perfect and boringly pretty face. "He just seems so hollow, you know? I almost feel bad for him."

Your friend snorted. "You sure sound like it."

"Look, let's say for the sake of argument that he is using a persona all the time. He's an agent of the federal government AND an idol, both being industries that exploit the shit out of everyone inside. And he's so stuck inside that he can never express any genuine emotion that doesn't look good. Imagine not being able to feel or express shit that everyone else on the planet gets to: you can't feel anything without immediately wondering what you look like and adjusting so you don't look ugly while you feel it."

"So you're saying he self-monitors as much as your average woman?"

"In a Naomi Wolf sort of way, yes," you replied with a smirk. "Even if the guy is annoying, I also feel bad for him if that's how he lives. Imagine having such a complex that you think being ugly is the worst thing in the world. I'm not a prize, but your average ugly person probably hates themselves way less than he does when he's alone." You felt a smile creep up on your face. "Wouldn't it be the dumbest and most delicious bit of irony if he hated Monsters so much because they don't hide their ugliness as well as he does? Like a Japanese Gaston."

Your friend pouted. "Aww...you're just making me love him even more. Maybe he just needs someone to see the real him and help him love the real him. Someone who's an armchair psychologist like you!

"And now, the Armchair Psychologist is noting that we've moved to the classic I Can Fix Him route. My non-professional advice is to just ogle him with detachment and not think too much, lest you get too depressed and ruin the relationship between fan and idol-cop on a pedestal. No guy is worth it, especially him." You suddenly hear a chorus of screaming around you that makes you wince. "Goddammit! He isn't worth this tinnitus either!"

Your friend giddily jumped up and down to get a better look at Amai Mask waving as the line started to move again. "I beg to differ," she sang. "Ooh, he put his hair up in a little man-bun!"

Amai Mask took the mint-infused water bottle that an assistant had given him with a smile; once they'd turned around to scurry to the next task, he dropped it immediately and sipped it. Just two more hours and he could go home and rest for a bit before meeting with his management crew to plan everything for next month: tours, photoshoots, a briefing with the other Top-Ranked Heroes at the Association...

He sighed and dabbed at the bit of sweat forming on his brow with his neck towel. He loved pleasing his fans with an appearance, but even he needed to rest sometimes.

"Five minutes," his manager warned. "You need anything before you head back out there? I can push it back if you want hair and makeup to pop in."

Amai shook his head and set down the water bottle to put his hair up into a loose bun, carefully letting a few pieces fall to frame his cheekbones. "No, just this," he replied, frowning at his manager. "You should know by now that I don't like that level of prep for autograph signings. They want something intimate and personal, something casual." He applied a bit of tinted lip balm to complete the look. "This should be perfect."

"When are you not?" His manager smirked and checked his watch. "See you out there."

Amai heard him walk off and leaned against the barrier separating the queue from the behind-the-scenes area, closing his eyes. For a man as busy as him, these brief little moments during the day were the closest he got to relax when he had a tight schedule. Plus, the chatter of people made for a nice background noise.

"I've streamed his new album, like, a zillion times--"

"Did you see the pics of him from that charity gala? His suit was so--"

"Is it too much if I ask him to sign my dakimakura?"

He covered his mouth to hide how his face crinkled as he snorted. That wasn't even the weirdest thing he'd signed this month from a fan.

"I just don't get the appeal of a guy who's so dedicated to a facade that he named himself after it."

He raised an eyebrow. Someone like that was at one of his events? Normally he heard these things from random drama videos or read them online. The more vitriolic, the funnier it was to see how much they seethed over his success and talent. Hearing it in person wasn't that rare, but it was a small surprise; normally they didn't pay for his concert tickets.

He heard a woman next to them speak up in his defense, obviously a fan. Ah, he understood it now--the first voice was someone dragged here by a friend. He tried to imagine what the two of them looked like: the fan dressed in a concert t-shirt, maybe some merch as accessories, and the cynic in drab shapeless clothing, maybe a shirt depicting a musician they thought was sooo much deeper than his music. A wardrobe that came out of thrift stores and secondhand shops, complete with an imaginary pat on the back for being oh-so ethical in their nonexistent fashion.

The more they talked though, the more he was dragged out of his little 5-minute meditation. The background noise of the others melted away as he found himself focusing on what these two were saying. It was annoying, but nothing he hadn't heard before from his critics.

"He just seems so hollow, you know? I almost feel bad for him."

His eyes shot open. Suddenly he found himself staring at the mirror he'd just used to put his hair up. Every other jab stung, but just barely. Why was he even listening to this nobody? They were pretending to feel bad for him, just as hypocritical as they said he was. He took another sip of water and massaged his temples when he noticed he was narrowing his eyes into near-slits in the mirror. Shit, he didn't want to look wrinkled and stressed during the signing. He had some eye cream in his bag; he just needs to ignore them, dab this on, and relax for the rest of his--

"He's so stuck inside that he can never express any genuine emotion that doesn't look good."

The hand that was reaching for his bag's zipper froze. He bit his tongue and felt a pulsing in his temples. Shit. SHIT. If he felt that, then that meant--

He willed himself to look into the mirror and fought the urge to vomit as he saw a small vein starting to rise next to his left eyebrow. This stupid, ignorant bitch was actually getting to him. Why? Why? He can just ignore them.

"I also feel bad for him if that's how he lives. Imagine having such a complex that you think being ugly is the worst thing in the world. I'm not a prize, but your average ugly person probably hates themselves way less than he does when he's alone."

He had to clench his fists to keep from punching through the barrier and crushing their skull to shut them up. Someone like this had NO right to feel pity for HIM. No shit, they weren't a prize. Being ugly on the outside and inside, and that smugness, that audacity to pretend they feel bad for him--HIM, their better in every possible way?

"Wouldn't it be the dumbest and most delicious bit of irony if he hated Monsters so much because they don't hide their ugliness as well as he does?"

His hands tightened to the point that he felt like his bones were about to pop through his skin. The pulsing in his temples was unbearable, but he couldn't bear to look in the mirror to see how bad the vein had gotten. He had to get away from them. He had to shut them out, to be better and ignore them. He took another swig of his drink and headed back to where he'd left the signing table, massaging his temples with a bit of medicated cold-pressed cream. Soon he felt the pulsing subside, and after a few minutes of breathing, he was back to normal.

He came out again and felt a wave of comfort as he heard his fans screaming for him. This was his comfort zone, exactly where he was supposed to be. He was in his element. That little worm was in his world, and while he had to fight the urge to scan the crowd for them, he suppressed a chuckle at the thought of them feeling so out of place and uncomfortable among the throngs of screeching fans surrounding them.

"Thank you for waiting," he said with a warm smile. "Sorry for the long break, but I can't wait to meet the rest of you all!"

Another round of screams rang out as he settled into his chair and chatted mindless pleasantries and feigned intimacy with the fans at the front of the line, signing things so quickly and expertly as if his hand had a mind of its own. As the line progressed, he tried to listen for the voices of that particular duo to see if his image of that nobody were accurate.

When he spied a woman in a t-shirt from last year's concert standing next to a more subdued one in a flavorless top and jacket, he knew he'd found them. Once they finally reached the front of the line, he made sure to give the fan a sweet smile and take their hand as they handed him a film poster with shaking fingers. "Thank you so much for coming," he said kindly. "Ooh, this poster takes me back. I had a lot of fun filming this one. What's your name?"

"You touched my wrist," the fan whispered. She shook her head. "I mean, uh, that's not my name. Not Wrist. It's, um...oh God, uh--"

"Shizuka," the Cynic interjected. "Her name is Shizuka."

The fan nodded eagerly. "Yep! That's it."

Amai Mask smiled and signed the poster. "So, did you enjoy the concert, Shizuka?"

"Ohmygod-you-said-my-name--I, um, yes! I went to one last year but this set had all my favorite songs, and it was just so...Wow! You're a natural onstage, like...a real showman, you know?"

"People say that a lot," he replied with a hint of feigned humility. "I'm just grateful that what I'm good at coincides with my job. I love performing for everyone, especially fans like you that tell me how you enjoyed it."

The Cynic struggled to roll her eyes as her friend fawned over him. He turned his gaze to them and smiled, holding his pen up. "Did you have something for me too, Miss...?"

"____. And no thanks," she replied awkwardly. "I just came with her since she won an extra ticket. But like she said, you're a uh...real showman." She tried to sound somewhat enthused, but she wasn't as good an actor as he was. "You must have down a couple litres of water in between songs with everything you do up there. I was exhausted just watching you do your thing up there!"

More false concern and acting like she's so cool and detached. He let out a small chuckle. "I like to think I get energy from my fans, but the water and electrolyte drinks in between sets help too." His golden eyes shone strangely for a moment. "I do feel bad that you came all this way and waited in line just to walk away with nothing special, though."

He stood up and to the delighted and surprised screams of the crowd (and Shizuka), he took out his phone and handed it to his assistant before putting an arm over each of the duo while he posed in the middle with a dazzling smile. The assistant snapped several pictures and immediately chose the best looking ones to post to Amai Mask's promotional account for his concert tour. "Once you see this online, could you comment on the post and let me know you saw it? That way I'll know your usernames!"

Shizuka nodded furiously, trying not to cry too hard from joy as she felt Amai Mask's hand on her shoulder and imagined how perfect they would look in a picture together side-by-side. ____ felt Amai Mask tilt his head and whisper something into her ear that made her blood run cold.

"Thanks for coming, Armchair Psychologist."

[shawnxstyles]

fireball

DATE: NOVEMBER 24, 2022

summary: the cops get called at a party you didn’t want to go to, but luckily, tom takes you to somewhere safe and sound where no one can hear you.

request: YES!!

warnings: SMUT (m- receiving [oral, deepthroating], f- receiving [hickies, hairpulling, gagging/choking, slight degrading kink], praise kink, bit of dacryphilia, and dirty talking), slight manipulation (of her innocence), alcohol, and soo much dialogue i’m sorry (not)

words: 3.7k

note: OMG YES i love this so much!! i made this into a dark tom fic?? tell me what you guys think! i kind of like dark tom... if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read.

dark/frat!tom x innocent!reader

—

You were not a fan of parties. Cliche, right? You didn’t care.

You loved group hangouts and drinking with people you trust. At parties, you don’t even know most of the people there, let alone trust them with your drunken state. Your friend, Eden, begged you to go, and you couldn’t really say no this time because you said no the last five times.

School has been riding your ass lately with pop quizzes and piles of homework. You wondered why you even decided to go to college sometimes. But a secure, steady job that you like is a decent enough reason to stay.

“I will give you a hundred dollars if you wear this,” Eden delicately takes out a strapless, purple dress that was just above the knees.

“Show me the hundred.”

“Damn it, you know I don’t have it!” She groans and hangs the dress back in the closet with not-so-much delicacy. You would’ve worn it, too, but you also wanted a hundred bucks.

“Here, I’ll wear this,” You pull up an image on your phone of an outfit you already had prepared to wear. You’re almost certain she’ll approve, but you’re going to show her anyway.

“Y/N, that’s hot as fuck! If you already had an outfit, why did you make me search for something?!” She scrunches her face in confusion.

“I thought maybe you’d find something better?”

“Oh, bull!” Eden waves you off as she closes her closet door. “I’m getting some tonight if you know what I mean, so I’m going to get ready. Did you bring your outfit? Oh, of course you did. Go get ready, you bitch.”

You laugh loudly as you walk out her bedroom door. You just love your best friend. Even when she makes you go to stupid frat parties.

—

From the outside, you probably wouldn’t even know it was a party. As long as you were five miles down the street.

The house boomed with techno-like music, and strobe lights shined throughout the large window panes. The second you walk through the door, your face contorts at the rancid mix of alcohol, weed, and sweat. No matter how many parties you’ve gone to (four), you’ll never get used to that mixture. It’s just nasty.

Eden instantly leads you two over to the kitchen where different alcohols are scattered over the counter. You see Fireball and go straight over to the bottle. Not many people like it, but that’s one of the few alcoholic drinks that’s so good, you’ll drink it at a party. You grab the bottle and grab a solo cup. As your hand touches the tower of them, a hand rests above yours. You follow the hand up the stranger’s arm and to their face.

Tom.

Tom is the “leader” of the frat, or whatever it’s called. Captain? You didn’t care for it because people put him on a pedestal for a stupid reason. What was so great about him that people praised so much? Yeah, he was attractive, but he seemed… you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“If it isn't little miss Y/N. I didn’t think you were coming tonight. What made you come?” Tom taunts as he grabs two solo cups. His eyes crinkle with a small smile. A ripped baseball cap fits perfectly backwards on his head, so that his brunette hair pokes out from the sides. “Me?”

“I just felt like going out,” You answer dryly, snatching the cup from his hands and unscrewing the bottle cap. You fight a smile just looking at his smile. It was addictingly gorgeous.

Maybe that’s what he’s so praised for.

“Fireball? You look too good to be drinking Fireball, love,” The small nickname made your heart skip a beat. His words were a bit seductive with a hint of tease. You barely caught his eyes scanning over your body with how quick he did it. You were wearing a silky black v-neck with a black leather skirt. A cheap, gold necklace dangles above your breasts, while some small hoop earrings match. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel good with your appearance, especially because you don’t go out too often anymore.

“But I want it. You worry about what you want and I’ll worry about what I want,” You nodded surely as you began to fill the cup about a fourth of the way. You wanted to drink a bit throughout the night without getting drunk. You take two sips, already feeling warmer.

“And I want you,” He says so low, you almost didn’t hear him. His words shocked you, sending electricity down your whole body. The music was so noisy and the people shouted the lyrics too loud. But he wanted you to hear him. He wanted only you to hear him.

All your movements stop and the hard bass of the speakers becomes your heartbeat. A wave of heat rushes over your skin as the tiny hairs from your body rise.

“You’re just saying that,” You deny, reaching over the liquors to grab a bottle of soda as a chaser.

“I know you want me, too–”

“How?” You question, cutting him off. He takes a step closer to you with a smirk arising on your face. Your innocence was becoming more visible to him, but you didn’t know that.

Can he really tell if you wanted him? Is that possible?

“I can see the gloss over your eyes, and I can feel the heat radiating from you. Your stomach is probably flipping so much you can’t even breathe. You’re trying to resist me, aren’t you, honey?” Tom takes a strand of hair from the front of your face and tucks it seductively behind your ear. Smoothly, his thumb runs along your jawline and gently pulls down your bottom lip. Immediate butterflies explode in your stomach from seduction overload. “Look at me. Am I wrong?”

You lift your head up slowly, eyes wide with curiosity and apparently lust. A fake, innocent expression coats his face as he slightly tilts his head. You shake your head just as slowly as before, knowing he was right. Based on what he said, you did want him. You’ve never really wanted someone the way you want him right now.

Before you could say anything else, three pounding knocks echo throughout the whole house. The music is cut and nearly everyone becomes silent and still.

“Police! Open up!” A muffled yell comes from the other side of the door. Some people scream and others mumble profanities while running all over the place. Your eyes widen in fear because you’ve never been to a party where the cops were called.

“C’mon follow me!” Tom shouts over the screams and running people. His hand laces through your fingers with a tight grip. Even though you’re scared, those butterflies flutter in your stomach again. Your thick heels weren’t very tall, so it was easy enough to move without slipping.

Tom weaves you both through the crowds strategically, going the opposite way of the wave of people. He leads you down a hallway and to a bedroom, which panics you because you don’t want to hide–you want to run away. However, when you get into the bedroom, you’re relieved to see a sliding glass door that leads into the backyard. Tom stops for a moment and snatches something off of the long dresser alongside the wall. Then you both rush through the door quickly, closing it before Tom drags you away again.

He opens the wooden fence door, pulling you through before shutting it and bringing you around the corner. Now, you were technically in the front yard, but the side of the frat house covers you. He holds you steady against the fence, your heart racing with many reasons but anticipation feels the strongest. This close you could smell his cologne and it’s delightful; something woodsy yet sensual. You spot a black car behind his shoulder and pray that’s where he’s taking you.

“Do you see that car? We’re going there. But the front door is right over there. That’s where the cops are. I’ve done this before, but I’m sure you haven’t. Once the cops break down the door and go inside, we’re running to the car. Okay?” Tom tries to explain as slowly and relaxed as possible because he’s scared for you. He doesn’t want you to be afraid and he wants you to trust him. All you do is nod. He grabs your hand again, but with less intensity, and more delicacy. He brings it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles softly. “Still with me?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you fight the urge to a huge smile, but you somehow nod in response. You look away nervously, as your fear begins to die down. He sees this and smirks, glad he is able to distract you from the cops. To Tom, this scene is not that big of a deal because he usually runs away by himself. But you were standing there, so innocent, so susceptible, that he could never leave you alone.

The signal of the door breaking down alerts both of your ears and you look up at Tom again in urgency. He tightly grips your hand again, hopefully not hurting you, and drags you as quickly as possible to the black car across the street. Yanking the keys from his pocket, he clicks the unlock button and swiftly opens the door for you.

“Oh, what a gentleman,” You giggle, but shut the door urgently. He jogs around to the driver’s side and immediately starts the engine.

“Only for you, love,” He winks as he drives away into the night. You don’t even ask where he’s taking you, automatically trusting him.

—

Your mind was racing. You couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and what he told you. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad. You… needed him. But how do you bring it up again? Can you just tell him?

You’ll try that.

“Tom?” Your soft voice fills the no longer silent air. His thumb rubs gentle circles over your thigh, giving you that flipping feeling in your stomach again. You instinctively close your legs, trapping his hand. Your heat pounds with need, but you mistaken it for pain. He opens them again and continues to rub the soft skin of your thigh nonchalantly.

“Yes, doll?” His voice is deep and knowing, but you’re oblivious. A shy smirk peeks on his lips.

“I have that feeling again.”

“What feeling? Describe it to me,” Tom’s fingers inch slowly closer to your privates, making you inhale and slightly hold your breath. You try to remember exactly how he described it, so you could put it into words.

“I have that flipping stomach feeling, and I feel kind of hot. But it’s more intense… and it hurts,” You mumble under your breath out of embarrassment.

God, how are you even talking to him right now?

“What hurts, honey?” Tom questions innocently, keeping his eyes steadily on the road.

“My…privates,” You look down shamefully, while closing your legs again. Tom hums and you can hear his smirk.

“Do you…want me to get rid of that feeling?” He asks as if he’s just as oblivious as you. Your eyes sparkle and turn to look at him hopefully.

“Yes! Please, please, please!” You plead as Tom pulls into a driveway. You don’t even question it, even though you know he lives at the frat house. But you don’t pay any mind to that because the pain between your legs is becoming even stronger now.

“Alright, alright, I got you,” He laughs, turning off the engine. It’s pitch black outside apart from a single streetlight in the distance. The houses beside Tom’s were asleep, you assumed. It was probably pretty late, but you had lost your phone somewhere along the way, most likely when running.

—

Tom leads you through an empty house and into a bedroom. It’s dark throughout the whole place, only spots of moonlight peek through the curtains.

“Is this yours?” You had to ask, hands waving around in the air. You didn’t think Tom would bring you to some random home that wasn’t his. You didn’t want to trespass.

“Technically, yes. It’s mine as well as my parents’ second home,” You purse your lips at the new information. You had always assumed he had come from money.

The bedroom left you entranced in the way it was mysterious. Tom’s dark silhouette caused you to ache more than before. He turned around, staring at your helpless, desperate expression.

“I will help you, but,” Tom starts as you take a seat on the edge of the soft, white bed.

“I’ll do anything, please,” You beg pathetically, crossing your legs to decrease the consistent throbbing.

“Anything? Well, let me finish,” He takes a step toward you, making you look up into his eyes. He towers over you, showing full dominance. Your chest raises up and down with the tension. “You have to be a good girl.”

“I am,” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you peer up at him with a pouty face.

“You will be once you listen to me,” He pets the top of her head while you nod in agreement, still slightly confused. “Now, get on your knees.”

You don’t hesitate to obey Tom because you’re really desperate. The carpet is rough and scratchy, but you don’t say anything. He takes your hands and delicately places them on his belt buckle

“Take my belt off,” You nod again as you slowly begin to do so. “Now, my jeans.”

You want to complain so badly because of how slow this is going. But you want to be a good girl for Tom, so you keep your mouth closed and listen. You’re eye to eye with his boxers and without waiting for him to speak, you lower them down. Tom hums in satisfaction and runs a smooth hand through your hair. You inhale at the small touch, impatient.

“You’re so…big,” You note, eyes doe-y and wide. Tom stiffly laughs once with his mouth closed.

“Is that an issue? I thought you were a good girl?” He asks condescendingly, fingers brushing your jawline. The contrast of his rough fingertips ignite flames along your velvety skin. Your eyebrows pinch together in determination because you will be a good girl. Even if he is scarily big.

“Now what?” You gaze up at Tom through your eyelashes, innocence cascaded across your face along with a sense of challenge.

His cock sits big and stiff right in front of you, pre-cum leaking from the rosy tip. Out of instinct, you take your thumb to wipe it away, but more leaks out. You keep rubbing back and forth, trying to get the liquid to go away. Tom sighs from above you, gripping your hair tightly in a fist to halt you. You gasp and look at him again.

“Put your mouth on me, doll. But no teeth. Do you understand?” His intense hold on your hair lets you know he’s serious, so you nod again. “Words.”

“Yes, I understand,” You speak, before licking your lips and opening your mouth. The bit of liquid coats your tongue as you put his cock inside of your mouth. You get a little more than halfway before it’s touching the back of your throat. You instantly gag, wanting to spit. However, your tongue starts exploring, running along the sides and rubbing under it, which distracts you.

Tom groans, making you proud for some reason. Without a warning, Tom starts moving in and out.

“Breathe through your nose– fuck,” Tom’s voice is gravelly and rough when he moans deeply. His grip on your hair controls your head movements, so you’re forced to have his cock in your mouth the whole time. You grasp his thick thighs for support and dig your nails into his skin aggressively. You can feel his muscles tightening with immense strength. You moan on him, sending a warm feeling throughout Tom’s body.

“You like my muscles, baby? Yeah?” You hum against his cock because yes, you like his muscles. You never really cared for them on anyone else. However, you’ve always thought they were so attractive on him. When you’d see him waltzing around campus with his tight workout shirts, you always took a double-take. “Tell me how much you like them.”

His cock slips out from your mouth, coated in salvia. You gasp large breaths throughout your mouth, so you can answer him.

“I’ve always liked your arms. But I’ve always wanted to touch your stomach…” You shyly admit, looking down breathlessly. You stare back up at him with small courage. “I love when you wear your workout shirts around school because I can see how strong you are.”

Tom’s ego flies through the roof and his heart pounds heavily in his chest. The fact that you’ve noticed him around campus makes his stomach flip. He simply hums as his thumb on your jaw guides toward your bottom lip, pulling it down to open your mouth. You obey, widening as he slowly slots his cock back into your mouth like it was made to be there.

You take a deep breath as he begins moving in and out. His pace speeds up and your face gets all tingly. The carpet burns your knees, eventually numbing them.

Saliva spills on your chin and down to your chest. You can’t help but gag every time his tip tickles the back of your mouth. With every thrust, you swear he gets lower down your throat. Your jaw begins to burn and your throat begins to ache. Tears form at the brim of your eyes before they slowly fall on your cheeks.

“Choke on it, just like that. You like this, don’t you?” Tom asks while more tears stream from your face. Although you’re crying, you love it because it makes you a good girl. Pleasing Tom makes you get butterflies.

The throbbing between your legs gets more intense with every thrust and gag. You helplessly close your legs like you had in the car. Tom notices.

“Of course you do, you’re filthy. Just like me,” Tom degrades, whispering the last past, so you couldn’t hear him. Tom’s cock fits perfectly snug in your mouth; coated by your warmth. The tickles and subtle rubs of your tongue make him throw his head back in awe. Your private throbs again, pleading to be helped.

“Do you like when I talk dirty? Do you?” You muffle a moan on his cock, sending vibrations through him. He groans loudly. Your head feels light and your vision seems fuzzy. You assumed if you did this too long, you would pass out. His chiseled stomach peeks beneath his button up, tense as his orgasm nears. 

But of course, you’re oblivious to the fact that he is going to come soon.

“You want to be a good girl, right?” You look at him as best as you can while attempting to nod. You gag again, nearly spitting him out. He continues to ram into your mouth as you drool everywhere. “Then take it.”

More tears spill onto your cheeks. You learn it’s hard to breathe solely out of your nose, and moving your head backwards only slims the opening of your throat.

His pace is rough and quick, making you see stars. His stomach tenses again as he groans a variety of profanities above you.

“Fuck!” Tom yells as he yanks himself out of your mouth. Suddenly, come spurts out from his cock, coating your chin and chest beautifully. Specks of white splattered on your shirt, looking like the stars in the night sky.

Tom strokes himself until he’s breathing steady, mind still blown from you. Somehow, teaching you how to deepthroat rather than you being skilled at it turned him on more than ever. He tugs up his boxers and jeans, not caring about the mess of saliva on him.

“Stay right here, baby.”

You stay kneeled, drenched in his white liquid. Tom exits the room and comes back with a towel and a blanket. He slowly wipes the liquid away with the towel until you’re all clean. A throb still pounds between your legs and you wonder if you’ve been good enough for him to fix it.

“Tom?” Your throat is sore, so your voice comes out squeaky and breaking. Tom’s eyes follow you as you gracefully stand from the kneeling position, knees burning. “Was I a good girl?”

Tom, nearly getting hard again, smiles at your innocence and caresses your cheek lovingly.

“The best,” He says, and your eyes light up in praise. “You’re my good girl.”

A toothy smile widens on your lips before Tom delicately kisses you. The room was so dark and eerie, but the kiss felt like a rainbow and a thousand butterflies. His skillful lips kiss you mesmerizingly, while his fingers brush over your warm cheeks.

The kiss was soft and tender, completely opposite from his previous actions. A heartbeat continued to pulse between your legs the more and more he touched you. With some self-control, you slowly pushed him off of you. You just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Tom,” You whisper groggily. “It still hurts.”

He smiles devilishly, licking his bottom lip.

“Good girls ask nicely,” He raises his eyebrows as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears.

“Please, please help me, Tom. I need you,” You beg breathily, feeling floaty. Tom smirks, satisfied with your plea. He guides your body toward the bed, laying you down delicately. You melt into the mattress’s comforter as Tom crawls over you.

“Anything for my good girl,” Tom hums as he hovers above your relentless body, trembling slightly with anticipation. His hum follows through the trails of kisses and love bites he discards along your neck. You moan out with each touch of his hands and lips.

“Now what,” You whimper out, wondering what he’s going to do next. You mentally pray he’s going to mend the pain.

“Now, baby, it’s all about you.”

—

thank you for the request ;) i hope you liked it!

[realityescapee01]

A Little More Often Than Usual

Jay Halstead x Reader

Y/N is the new caretaker of the records downstairs. She was briefed and trained properly to follow lawful procedures, but she was also told that that isn't always the case. Sometimes, detectives need data without a case number to solve an urgent case. And sometimes they need it for personal reasons.

One of those detectives is Jay Halstead, Y/N's crush. Gave Y/N "bribes" in form of chocolates.

Y/N worries because the under the table requests from Jay became more often than usual.

In Chicago PD, patrolmen and detectives asks favors around, sometimes favors that doesn't really follow the proper procedures.

And sometimes personal favors.

Y/N's mentor taught her how to do the job well and also taught her that sometimes, under the table requests happens.

For them to search or give out data, they need a case number for it. Sometimes, officials asks for data search without a case number, and that it is in their discretion to do it or not. But be careful and cover records that prove the search.

And Y/N did a few favors like that, mostly for the Intelligence Unit. Quite a lot of times from Voight and Olinsky, and sometimes, from her crush - Jay Halstead.

Jay first came to Y/N for a database search for a girl named Cherry. Then another one for a Jimmy Sanguinetty. The first request was valid, case linked. The second wasn't. Because Jay offered a handful of kitkat chocolates.

Probably picked it up from the other detectives that had asked her favors like this before.

Not that Jay had to do that, because Y/N would happily do it without the bribes.

Y/N has had a huge crush on Jay Halstead since she saw him. She'd get all happy and giddy whenever he sees him. And specially so when she sees him in full gear when they have an operation.

They had a few interactions outside of work, mostly at Molly's when there's a PD celebration. Just small talks. But Y/N considered those big things already.

Jay was kind and courteous most of the times. Short talks with a group, little laughs here and there.

They also bump into each other in the cafe near the department. Sometimes in the diner near too. They'd talk there and then. They became quite good friends.

But now, the requests became more often. Y/N got worried about Jay. She really hoped Jay is okay and also has not become a dirty cop. She just doesn't believe it.

So lunchtime came, Y/N was in line at the foodtruck.

"Hey."

Y/N was startled a little bit. A guy from behind suddenly talked to her.

"H-Hey, Jay. Buying lunch too?" -Y/N was glad to see and talk to Jay. She doesn't always get to lately, Intelligence Unit was quite busy.

"Y/N. Yeah, they say food here is good."

"It is. I vouch." Y/N smiled and laughed a little. Jay laughed with her too.

Y/N got her food. "Hey, Jay. I'm heading back."

"Yeah."

Y/N was a few steps ahead when Jay chased her.

"Hey, Y/N, uhm, later... I'm gonna need some files."

"Oh... okay."

"Yeah."

Y/N walked again but she went back because she was worried. She asked Jay about it.

"Jay, are you okay?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" -Jay was genuinely confused.

"You're asking files quite often... and... we all know you could get in trouble. I can get in trouble."

"No. Everything's good. Just... We have some time sensitive cases lately, paperworks are late. Don't worry about it." -Jay assured her.

"Okay."

"Hey, later still good?"

"Yeah."

Y/N went back to the department and had her lunch. Worried and thinking what files she'd be printing for Jay this time.

It's well past 4pm now, Y/N's about to clock out when Jay stepped in.

"Hey, uh, you stepping out?" Jay was rubbing the back of his neck and was hiding his other hand behind his back.

Probably the chocolate bribes in exchange for whatever files he needs from Y/N.

"Yeah, about too. So, what do I search?" -Y/N sat in front the computer, ready to type.

"Uh, yeah. About that."

Jay stepped closer to the counter, closer to Y/N, and placed the bribe on it.

This time they aren't chocolates.

They are flowers. A small, cute, rose bouquet.

"J-Jay? What the hell?"

"Yeah... I figured the chocolates ain't making it clear."

"W-What... what is this, really? Are you-"

"I like you and would like a date... I thought I was being obvious."

"The chocolates? In exchange for files isn't exactly obvious."

"Yeah, I figured this lunch when you asked me."

"So, those files you asked, you don't really need?"

"Yeah, excuses to give you chocolates." -Jay had a sheepish smile on.

"A very risky excuse."

"Sorry."

Y/N looked at the roses on the counter. She couldn't believe it. She reached for it and grabbed it and looked up at Jay.

"So, is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

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[slashthrashandcrash]

your jedmeg art has truly opened my eyes to a whole new world...do you think you could share your thoughts on it? only if your up to it!

Yeah!! Yeah don't worry I am so totally normal about them and have not fixated on them at all with @unnamed-blob!!! <- said derangedly

Now first, you may be thinking "Slash, how does a man from the early 90s get together with a girl from (presumably) the late 2010s?" to which the answer is simple: what are you, a cop? It's my AU and time is meaningless here.

For the most part, it all starts off the same for the both of them -- Meg is a star athlete that declined to follow a scholarship to take care of her mom, while "Jed Olsen" is the friendly new reporter for the local paper and top journalist for the recent Ghostface killings popping up in the area recently. Maybe he was covering a fundraising marathon for a fluff piece that Meg happened to win, maybe they bumped into each other while Meg was out for a morning jog and Jed was still wide awake from the previous night to be mistaken for an early riser too; either way, they make small talk and hit it off.

A few orchestrated meet-cutes by Jed later and he's certain that Meg has successfully fallen for his current persona, totally head over heels for this kind, dorky, excitable new guy in town. It creates the perfect cover for him, an alibi to use when needed, someone he can manipulate into agreeing that yes, he was with them around these times and on these dates. If she starts getting troublesome, she'll end up on the chopping block.

But then the weirdest thing starts happening...he starts enjoying himself when he takes her out on dates. He likes seeing her with her hair down more. Her hand always feels so warm in his. It feels natural to kiss her rather than an act. He's not pretending to be the stereotypical good boyfriend, he genuinely is becoming a good boyfriend. Sure, he still stalks her, always have to keep tabs on someone that close to you when you have a dirty little secret, but he's realizing that he knows so many little things about her just from their hang outs and what she's told him. He's remembering all the unimportant details, because to Meg they are important.

It's a strange feeling. He's not sure if this is good or bad when it comes to his murderous hobby that she was intended to be a cover story for. One thing's for certain: The Ghostface killer has taken it up a notch by no longer stalking his victims from afar before slaughtering them. Or rather Meg is just one unlucky gal, because in the midst of his rampage she's been harassed by him on multiple occasions. Never killed, clearly, which is highly unlike his MO. Toyed with, teased, snide comments being made about her little boyfriend.

Meg is convinced this is Ghostface trying to blackmail Jed for reporting too closely to his slayings, but don't worry babe, she'll kick his ass if he ever tries to hurt you!! In reality, it's just to further solidify to her that Ghostface and Jed are obviously two separate people, so if people should ever start getting suspicious of Jed she'd be the first to jump to his defense. Besides, he's just can't help himself. She's so feisty and scared, a complete contrast to how she is with Jed, it's thrilling to watch such a pretty girl hiss and scratch under him. That's when he knows for certain that his own obsession had grown to full blown enamored.

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Girl with a Pretty Boy

Summary: Tom & Y/n are set on a Blind Double-Date, but instead of having chemistry with his date, Tom seems to have his eyes on his pretty friend.

"Blind date? I don't need a blind date." Brooker rolled his eyes, before taking a drag on his cig. "Why aren't you taking your little friend- Uh, Penhall."

"He has a girlfriend-"

"Really? Him?" Brooker hummed in curiosity. "I never would have thought."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Do you want to come or not?"

"Is she pretty?"

"How would I know? It's a blind date," Hanson groaned, tired of this. He wouldn't have to be doing all this if his date hadn't had a friend. Hell, he didn't even want to go on the date; He only did it to get out of the house. "So, yes or no?"

"You know what, Hanson? I'll go."

Hanson was surprised, in fact he had thought Brooker would say no. Though, maybe it was a sign? No, this could never be a good sign. Not with Brooker.

---

Tom was surprised when he saw Y/n sitting with a girl, which only caused him to groan. Tom had no idea that Y/n was his blind date's friend. If he had known, he swears he wouldn’t have brought Dennis Brooker. That idiot didn’t deserve a girl like you, Tom did!

"Damn, I thought she was going to be ugly. I'm glad I decided to come."

Tom was starting to wish he didn't come, too.

"Oh, Hanson, what a surprise," You reached out your hand, causing Tom to quickly shake it.

"Oh, Y/n, you know you can call me Tom."

"I didn't know you knew Tom, Y/n."

"All Law Enforcement meet each other at one point or another."

Brooker sat down, popping on his elbows, "You're a cop?"

"DA."

"Ah, you get those bastards out of jail."

"Everyone deserves a decent defense, even the guilty. That's the law."

"Yeah," He takes a swig of his drink, "But, it's like you guys are saying we can't do our jobs."

You chuckle, eyeing your friend, "Well, when you don't, it does make my job easier."

----

Tom tried paying attention to his date, he swears he did, but he kept getting dragged by your conversations. It was getting intense and he was starting to sense some tension. If there was one thing Brooker was good at, it was pissing people off.

"Doesn't Internal Affairs deal with dirty cops?"

"Well, yeah, but they're not real cops."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head, leaning on your hand. "Not real cops?"

"Cops aren't supposed to break the law."

"They do all the time and they get away with it. You must not be very high on the IAB podium or you'd know that."

"Excuse me?" He got closer to you, intimidatingly.

You straightened up, "I don't understand what your problem is."

"I have a problem with you giving a bad name to cops."

"A bad name? I don't have to do that. They do it to themselves."

Tom could see Dennis' hand twitch and he quickly swerved the conversation.

"So Y/n, why DA instead of Prosecutor."

Your friend groaned. She had noticed the way that Tom was looking at you.

"Um, well... You know... I've always been good at finding loopholes," You turn to your friend as she whispers in your ear.

You look at her, before nodding your head. You turn to the males, before looking for the waitress.

Your friend yawns, "You know, it's getting late. We should be heading out. Let's get the check. Where is that waitress?"

-----

You fiddled with your purse, annoyed at the dinner. Who did that Dennis guy think he was? You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand and twisted it, before dropping it and realizing it was just Tom.

"Sorry, Tom. I thought you were...Well, someone else."

"I'm sorry... You know," He tilts his head back towards the restaurant, "For Brooker. He's a.... You know, hard-ass."

"He's something alright," He smiles, before holding out his hand, "How about I drive you home?"

"No, it's fine. I'll take a cab."

"You'd rather get into the car with a stranger than with a cop you know?"

"I'm sure your date could use a ride, pretty boy."

He smiles, looking down at your hands, "Well, I was hoping for a different date tonight."

"Are you hitting on me, Officer Hanson?" You point at his chest and he grabs your hand.

"And if I am?"

"Well, I'd ask where's your car, Lover Boy?"

[pasukiyo]

Can you do a fluff with a hint of smut Steve Harrington request where the older kids go to one of Eddie’s concerts and Steve and the reader end up making out in a gross bathroom finally able to let loose and be young and in love again since they haven’t had time to themselves between the Upside Down and making sure the kids are okay?

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; semi-smut? nothing much.

a/n; i hope i got close to what you wanted! to be honest, i finished this last night like right after i got the request so i hope it doesn’t seem too rushed T_T and i apologize for it being so short!

word count; 1.3k

 her head was pounding. between dustin’s whinings about not getting to go to the concert, robin rambling nonstop about something keith had done at the family video earlier in the day, to now the cacophony of electric guitars, drums, and screaming fans permeating the tightly compacted room she was now squeezed into— it was safe to say that she was not having the bestest of days. she did her best to focus on her friend, eddie, as he fingered his precious warlock, and while she’d admit that he was pretty damn good at what he did, she couldn’t get past all the noise. 

 “you alright?”

 she glanced over to her boyfriend as he leaned down beside her, his chin practically on her shoulder due to how close they had to stand. he must’ve noticed the way she had been grimacing and rubbing her temples, all in attempt to soothe the tension on the other side of her skull. “oh, yeah. i just love having screaming fangirls in my ears and practically having my finger up the ass of the person in front of me,” she replied, her sarcasm laced in every syllable. steve’s lips curved up into a smile as he threw his arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tense muscles there. “don’t even get me started. i’m wondering if i should call the cops on the guy behind me, like, i know my ass is irresistible but this is getting ridiculous.”

 it earned a laugh from her, and she surged into his side, letting his warm arms and sweaty palms sear her own dewy skin. she fixed her eyes back onto the stage at eddie as he bent down towards the crowd, shredding his guitar whilst banging his head to the beat. “at least it looks like he’s having fun. how’s robin?” she turned and strained her neck to see over steve’s shoulder at their friend, but all she could catch was a swift glance of dirty blonde hair. “she’s been all over vickie tonight. i think she’s having a great time,” steve reassured, leaning down to press his lips against the crown of her head. she grinned at the thought that robin was happy, finally able to talk to the girl of her dreams without feeling like she’d throw up every few seconds.

 alas, it still wasn’t enough to clear the aching in her head.

 she grimaced once more when it seemed as though the music grew even louder than before, if it was even possible. she felt steve’s fingers tighten around her shoulder and she gazed up at him, umber irises seeming to glow even just from the stage lights. “how about you? are you enjoying the show?” he questioned, lips working against her ear. she felt her cheeks burned at the feeling of his breath fanning her skin, and she turned to tug him down to her level, her own lips against the shell of his ear. “eddie’s real good, don’t get me wrong, but i’ve never really been much of a metal person.”

 steve smiled against her ear, “me neither.”

 before she even knew it, steve’s fingers were laced together with hers and he was guiding her through the seemingly endless maze of people before finally making their way out into the lobby, where there was nobody except for a couple of stand-in guards outside the venue door. “steve, we can’t just leave robin and vickie,” she giggled when he stepped towards the exit, and he winced, fluttering his eyelids closed and leaning back against the wall. she chuckled as she squeezed his hand, pressing herself against him, her lips pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “there’s always the bathroom though, you know…”

 it was how she ended up pressed against the most disgusting bathroom wall in all of hawkins, steve’s lips sloppily pressed against hers, his damp palms wandering her body. she mewled into his mouth as she tugged at the roots of his hair on the back of his head, her opposite hand grasping onto his elbow for stability. 

 “st—“ a moan interrupted her when she felt the tent in his pants up against her clothed cunt, her arousal pooling in her panties. “shit, steve,” she whimpered, her hands on his biceps in attempt to push him away, and he granted her a break for air. “hm?” he hummed in question, his lips dipping down to her collarbone, licking, kissing, sucking her skin there. her knees just about gave out on her, and if she didn’t stop herself now, it wouldn’t be long before she was a puddle of magma at his feet. “steve, i love you, and i want you more than anything right now, but i am not having sex with you in here. i feel like i’m catching seventy-three diseases just being in here.”

 his smile was a crescent against her flesh, and his shoulders heaved while he laughed, his forehead falling against her shoulder. she chuckled along with him, her fingernails tracing patterns into his back. “wasn’t this your idea?” he murmured as he straightened back up, his forehead resting against her own. “i mean, coming into the bathroom and all.” she giggled again, “well, yeah, but i didn’t expect it to be this filthy.”

 “hon, it’s a bathroom of a run-down concert venue slash bar. what exactly were you expecting?”

 she playfully slapped his chest as they broke into laughter, his lips chasing and capturing hers in a single, chaste kiss. “yeah, yeah, you don’t have to be such a smart-ass,” she tittered, her arms hanging lazily over his shoulders, fingers brushing against her own behind his neck. a small silence ensued, in which all they could do was gaze into one another’s eyes, surfing through each other’s waters, relishing every star’s reflection in them. 

 “this is nice,” he murmured. “just being here with you. alone for once.”

 her lips cracked into a smile again, “yeah. that’s a plus.”

 eddie’s band’s music, although muffled, still echoed throughout the room, every once in awhile, a lyric she could make out whispering through the walls. but it didn’t matter anyways, it was all background noise for all she cared. all she cared about was steve— the fact that he was here, enveloped in her arms and she in his, alive and well. 

 she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get to experience something like this again, not after what’s happened recently with the gates, and vecna, and the damn demobats. she recalled that day when vecna almost got max in the cemetery, the way she felt she couldn’t breathe as she searched for that kate bush song max had been fixated on lately. she recalled that night when steve had been attacked, and she recalled that feeling of sheer terror she felt, and the adrenaline that kicked up inside of her when she stepped up to fight them off of him. she could remember the way her heart beat then, and she swore she could feel it now—

 “hey. hey, what’s wrong? look at me.”

 steve’s forefinger hooked beneath her chin as he tilted her face up towards his, his brows furrowed, a wrinkle in his brow as he studied her face. she could feel her lips tremble when he brushed the pad of his thumb over them, but she also felt herself relax in relief. “nothing. i’m just— i’m just glad you’re here.”

 his face softened, and his fingers threaded through the tresses on the back of her head, drawing her into his chest, his opposite palms soothing over the landscape of her back. “yeah, i’m here baby, always going to be right here.”

 she clawed at the fabric of his shirt, taking in his scent and savoring it, basking in the presence of her steve. “do you think eddie or robin has noticed we’ve gone missing?” she suddenly asked, voice muffled due to her face being stuffed in his chest.

 “robin? nah. eddie?” he paused to laugh. “i don’t give a shit. this is way better than being in there, even if we do end up catching seventy-three diseases.”

[no-damsel]

Just friends

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter two

Becoming impatient, you bounce your knee while waiting for Voight to arrive. Adam called his boss after you finished breakfast and briefly explained the situation. Voight agreed right away and was currently driving over with Antonio.

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

Adam lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh yeah, the dirty dishes and mountain of laundry really add to the decor.”

Feeling restless, you stand up and walk around his living room. Adam suggested you meet at his apartment; that way, if anyone saw you with him, you could easily play it off as a hookup. You smile at the picture pinned to his fridge of him and a brunette woman posing. “She has a beautiful smile; who is she?”

“That’s my girl, Kim.”

“Where did you guys meet?”

Adam nervously scratches at his beard and says, “Work. She's a cop in my district.”

Laughing, you toss the dish towel hanging beside you at him. “I thought you’d know better than to get involved with someone you work with.”

“Yeah, yeah. How’s your dad and Eli doing?”

You gulp down a mouthful of cold water before pulling at the label covering the bottle. “Eli’s fine—great, actually—and my dad's just the same. Having a kid in the house again is good for him.”

Adam gives you a sympathetic look but doesn’t ask any more questions. You make small talk until Adam gets a text. “That’s them here," he says as he walks towards his door, ready to open it, saying, “Just remember not to be nervous. Hank and Antonio can be a little intense and dark at times, but they are good guys, and if you want, I can do most of the talking for you.”

You struggled to hold back a laugh. Adam was being so sweet and protective, and yet he was in for a surprise. Antonio walks in and gives you a polite nod before greeting his colleague. Hank walks in with a serious expression on his face that softens the moment his eyes land on you.

Adam clears his throat. “Boss, this is—”

“Detective Love,” Hank pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you, kid.”

“You too, Hank; it’s been a while.”

“Don’t drink anything the brunette waitress called Beck gives you; it’s spiked. All the rooms have hidden cameras. Be safe.” Antonio holds the note you placed in the uniforms between his fingers, “so there’s no safe space to talk inside? What about the staff changing rooms or bathrooms?”

“All bathrooms have cameras facing the sinks, and there are hearing devices in the changing rooms.”

Hank nods. “Before we go any further with this, we all agree that nothing that’s said leaves this room.”

All three of you nod.

“Now that’s sorted, Viola, tell me how you got into a club owned by Hector Vasquez; last I heard you were a detective in robbery-homicide.”

“I volunteered when I heard Nat Dickson was back in town.”

“I’m guessing since you’ve been undercover for a while, Nat’s still out there.”

Rage boils deep within your veins; “bastards have been keeping a low profile.”

“Who’s Nat Dickson? I don’t think I’ve heard that name before,” Antonio says.

“He’s wanted for human trafficking in New York. Viola, you should have come to me when you heard he was back in Chicago.”

“You were in prison.”

“Fair enough, but I’m here now.” He turns to face Adam and Antonio and says, “Nat Dickson is scum and extremely dangerous. Trust me, if you’re ever in a run-in with him, do your best to shoot and ask questions later.”

“Nat is part owner of the club, but his share is under a fake name, Lewis Archer. Jasper gives him a large amount of cash along with a bag of guns once a month, but the date, time, and location are always different.”

Adam’s eyes widened with interest as he looked through some paperwork: “The club is full of drugs and has been busted twice in the last month, but only one arrest has been made, and that was for public intoxication.”

“Jasper’s got eyes on the inside.”

Anger flashes behind Antonio’s eyes. “You're telling us a dirty cop is ripping him off for police raids?”

“Dirty as they come,” you say, clicking your tongue. “But I’ve no idea who or how many cops are mixed up in this.”

“Is Nat still selling girls?

You chew on your bottom lip as Hank drives you back to the other side of town, where your car is parked. “If he is, he’s doing it in another location.”

“Tell me about this Beck who spikes people’s drinks.”

“Every so often she spikes men with sleeping pills, takes them into a back room with the promise of having sex, and robs them. She takes everything, from wallets to wedding rings. I’ve tried reporting her anonymously twice before, and each time it’s bounced.”

“Sounds like there’s more than one dirty cop involved. I’m going to have Ruzek stay on the bad-dope trail while you continue gathering evidence of Beck drugging and robbing men; I have a feeling they are contacted.”

“And Dawson?”

Hank turns a sharp corner, the tension in his shoulders obvious. “I want you to stay close to Antonio. Don’t get me wrong, Adam’s a good cop, but Antonio has been deep undercover before, so he knows what it’s like. Plus, he’ll watch your back without getting emotional.”

“I understand and thank you.”

“It’s what my team does; we watch out for each other.” He lets out a small chuckle and says, “I also have an ulterior motive.”

“What’s that?”

“Once this case is closed, I want you in intelligence.”

[mxnaluv]

Going to the Beach with Genshin Characters

Warning!: innuendos, crackfic, cursing, established relationships

18+ MDNI!!!

GN!READER

Diluc, Xiao, Beidou, Tartaglia, Scaramouche, Jean, Lisa, Kaeya

Scaramouche

"Get in the water! It's not cold" I splashed some water at Scaramouche and he flinched backwards.

"Why would I swim in disgusting ocean water?" He gave me a dirty look. I rolled my eyes "It's not that bad, stop being a whiny bitch"

Scaramouche scoffed at me and dipped his foot into the water, but he immediately didn't like it so he took his foot back out. "Ew" he said.

Tartaglia

I came out of the dressing room with my bathing suit on. Tartaglia was already done so he was immediately waiting outside the door for me.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked. "I've been ready" He teased back at me.

"Good because I want to take pictures" I'm used to his snarky comments so I just ignored what he said.

I walked past him, bumping into his shoulder. He smiled and quickly turned around then slapped my ass. The SOUND it made, echoed.

People turned their heads to see where it had came from. "WHAT THE FUCK" I yelled. That was the most painful ass slap I've ever felt.

He laughed at me and kept walking past me, bumping into my arm like I did him.

I gathered up all my strength and courage then pulled my hand back as far as I could and let go of the most intense slap of the century.

Except it was so powerful that I completely missed and ended up hitting his back.

"AHHHHH" He screamed while holding his back.

Beidou

Beidou was getting drinks for us while I laid on a beach towel under an umbrella.

I was watching the a guy in front of me struggle to get into the water until a bunch of kids ran in front of me playing with a volleyball.

Of course I'm annoyed but it's also the beach so I can't do anything about it.

I sighed and went through my bag to see if there was anything I could do while I wait.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out to me. I looked around to see where it was coming from but I couldn't see anything.

Until the sky went dark all of a sudden. I was confused until I looked in front of me.

"Holy Shit" I whispered under my breath. A volleyball was coming towards me at full force.

Before I could fully react, Someone jumped in front of me. I was in shock.

I looked at the sand to see Beidou on the ground. "Beidou!! Are you okay?" I immediately got up to see if she was alright and I heard her sniffing

"The drinks" she cried then held up her hands to show me two bottles of beer.

Diluc

"I have to show you something" Diluc said. We were walking along the shore since the sun was going down.

He held my hand and he took me to a back part of the beach. There was a big rock in the sand. We both went up to it and he helped me get on top to sit on it.

I looked out into the ocean to see the sky turned purple and orange. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My eyes sparkled from the sight, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

"Hey! You there! What are you two doing?! This is a no civilian zone!" A cop yelled. Diluc was about to climb the rock too but stopped and both of our heads turned back to see the cop.

I jumped down and Diluc took my hand. "We need to go" He smiled and we both ran off while the cop chased after us.

Kaeya

"Do you want me to help you with that?" Kaeya said. I was sitting on my beach towel putting on sunscreen before I went to go swim.

"Yes! I can't reach my back and I'm struggling." I replied. I gave him the bottle then turned around, facing away from him

Kaeya put the sunscreen into his hands then rubbed them together.

He started with my shoulders, rubbing sunscreen onto me, then move his hand down to my upper back then he started to go lower and lower on my back.

His hands curved around my waist then down into my bikini bottoms. Then started to kiss my neck.

"Kaeya, what are you doing~ We're in public" I smiled and he chuckled against my neck.

"Yeah Kaeya what ARE you doing?" A familiar voice said.

He immediately stopped and looked up, he knew exactly who it was. I looked up to see who it was too.

"Mind your business Diluc" He rolled his eyes.

Lisa

Lisa and I were sunbathing on the sand while laying down on our stomachs while we both talked.

"How about we go out for some drinks after this hm?" Lisa said. Our "talking" was us just flirting back and forth.

"We could have drinks at my place~" I replied. Lisa smiled at me and leaned closer to me.

"We could do something more than just drinks" she whispered into my ear.

She pulled away from me and I smiled back at her.

Then..BOOM. I felt a foot on my back and following after, a falling noise.

I turned my head back to see who fell. My eyes widened, it was the person I expected the least. "Xiao wtf?" I said.

"You fucked up my catch!" He yelled at us. Next to him was a frisbee on the sand.

Xiao

Xiao was sitting on the beach while he watched me play frisbee with someone else.

He looked jealous but he wasn't doing anything so I acted like I was having a good time without him.

Eventually he had enough and came up to me. Before I could throw the frisbee, he caught my arm and took it out of my hand. "Get lost loser!" He yelled at the other person.

"Do you know how fucking lame you sound?" the other person laughed.

Xiao got annoyed "The only lame one is you!" He yelled back. His comebacks suck ass. He's good at fighting but when it comes to his comebacks, they really suck. "Xiao just let it go" I said

"No, it's okay, I'm gonna show them whose really the lame one." He walk back a bit and then threw it to them. They immediately caught it.

"This is how you wanna play?" They said, then threw the frisbee back and Xiao caught it.

"First one to drop their catch loses" He threw it back at them.

I stepped back to watch them. He does this shit every time and always loses, he will never just walk away.

I sat down on the sand and watched them throw it back and forth, but it progressively got aggressive between each catch.

Not only was it aggressive but they threw farther away too, so every time they would weave through people to catch the frisbee.

"Try to catch this!" The person through it really far. Xiao ran, jumped over tables, flipped over things, and waved through people. They threw the frisbee with their superhuman strength.

Xiao was close to catching it and his fingers barely grazed it till he kept running and then...BOOM

He tripped and fell face first into the sand. The frisbee fell and hit him on the back of his head.

He held his head up and looked back. He tripped over Lisa and her s/o.

"Xiao wtf?!" Lisa's s/o said.

"YOU FUCKED UP MY CATCH" He yelled.

Jean

I sat at the beach bar with Jean getting drinks. It's been a long day and Jean was getting annoyed from exhaustion so we decided to wind down.

We sat at one of the chairs and looked at the drink menus. There wasn't anything good but the beers.

I put my menu down and asked "Can I get two beers please" but right then, my voice synced with another woman.

"Sorry but beers are going out fast today and we only have two left, so you gotta decide who's gonna take them." The bartender said.

"It's okay you can tak-"

"No y/n we've been waiting all day for this and you want to give it up?" Jean interrupted me.

"Look ma'am, I don't know who you are but I need those beers." The woman said

"No YOU look ma'am, I'm not in the best mood right now so I need those more than you do" Jean looked at her.

"Okay you need to calm down, I understand that you want them but I asked first." The woman replied.

"What! No? I said it first." I said.

"How about you guys stop fighting and forgive things out like you're adults" The bartender put the beers on the table.

"Let's settle things the good old fashion way, with Rock Paper Scissors" The woman suggested.

"Fine but I'm definitely winning" Jean said.

They both put their hands into their fists "Rock paper scissors SHOOT!" The woman said.

Jean gasped. "I lost"

"You know what that means, I get the beers." The woman grabbed them off the shelf then put money on the table. Jean was still looking at her dumbfounded till the woman yelled "Y/N!" and ran off.

AN: I really hoped you guys liked this!! As usual my ask me anything is ALWAYS open, so feel free to request anything you would like me to write!! <3

[lucentlovers]

!! GREASER JJ X READER

based off scene in The Outsiders! ><

warnings: mean and cocky JJ ofc

At the Drive-In there was a screening, so of course the place is going to be packed with Greaser Pouges and the Kooks.

JJ decided he would take his buddies John B and Pope to see a movie, smoke a bit and chat with some ladies. He was walking to the seat area until he heard a loud sound of a car door slamming.

A girl with [h/c] hair stepped out, making a hard stomp with her heels on the ground as she did. She slammed the door of a blue Mustang, a guy in the driver seat yelling at her to come back.

“Aw come on [name]! Baby don’t be so-“

She looked back at him in anger as she got pulled by her friend to the seat area.

They both sat at the front, fixing their skirts before they sit down at the same time. JJ noticed this, and decided to sit behind the 2 girls.

“You want to do this [name]?” one of the girls ask to the other one who is clearly upset.

“Look I came here to see a movie, i’m going to see a movie.” She said, looking up at the movie.

JJ smiled, looking to John B who sat next to him. “Some cute kook.”

He put his feet up behind one of them, [name], and the other pretends not to hear.

Pope immediately sensed the tension and got up. “I’m going to get a coke.” He left hastily.

JJ started to speak loudly.

“Are you real?”

He smiled as he leaned closely after she didn’t answer.

“Are you a real [h/c]?”

The girl didn’t respond, she knew how Pouges were. She kept silent as she looked ahead, straightening her back and chewing on her gum hard.

JJ smiled at John B before leaning a bit closer behind her.

“How can I find out if you’re a real [h/c]?”

Pope came back with a coke, sighing that JJ was still teasing the girls.

Finally [name] decided to say something, the sight of his dirty shoe in the corner of her eye was making her even more annoyed.

She turned her head back slightly.

“Take your feet off my chair and shut your trap.”

JJ just kept smiling. “Who’s gonna make me?”

Her friend spoke softly in her ear. “That’s the guy who destroyed Toph’s boat..” [Name] wasn’t phased though.

“You’d better leave us alone, or i’ll call the cops. She said a bit louder.

JJ scoffed slightly. “Oh, my my— you’ve got me scared to death. You ought to see my record sometime, baby.”

He smiled while leaning a bit more in her ear.

“Guess what i’ve been in for.”

She moved away as faced him. “Please leave us alone. Why don’t be nice and leave us alone?”

When she saw his face up close, she got a bit nervous. He was handsome, way too handsome to be some greaser. He was examining her at the same time.

She wore some light blue knitted sweater with a skirt to go along, her hair was so neat and she smelled like heaven. JJ looked into her eye for a good second before moving back.

“Fine sweetheart, i’ll just be back here then.”

He moved back to sit correctly in his seat, looking at her hair from the back. [Name] couldn’t stand Pouges, but for some reason she was feeling her heartbeat get faster.

After the movie, when [Name ] got up from her seat so did JJ.

“Now how about I take you home yeah? Now I don’t want.. 2 pretty girls walking all alone.” He smiled at you and your friend, pulling out a cigarette.

“[Name] my brothers here to pick me up.” Her friend says before walking away. [Name] looked at JJ, her body a bit tense.

“Just stay far behind, hood.” She said harshly before starting to walk, JJ walking right behind her happily, bringing a lighter to the cigarette hanging off his mouth.

[ambelle]

truly silco fans are the most delusional people. they will hate on characters like mel but put silco on a pedestal and babify him. and let’s be real…it’s because he’s a white guy.

Can you imagine if Mel did half the shit Silco does?

Silco's "good Motive"

Since Piltover was oppressing Zaun the solution is for him to oppress them instead.

Line his pockets by selling deadly addictive Drugs to poor people

Use child labor to produce it

Murder poor people who protest

Offer them no way out of poverty. No schools or infrastructure just buy some drugs and stfu

Murder any kids who were associated with Vander. In his big age

Work with dirty cops to secure trade routes for drugs but make no demand they stop treating his people like shit

Frame poor people for murder

False imprisonment and kidnapping

Forced experiments on poor people

Turn poor people into suicide bombers against their will

Fight capitalism by being a capitalist

Man it's a shame Jinx accidentally killed him. She does that a lot but she's a white girl with blue hair so it's fine. She doesn't need therapy just more guns. Silco was a great dad too guys.

Arcane fandom is so progressive they circled back to worshipping evil white men.

Yeah...if only Mel would sell poor people drugs instead of trying to find diplomatic solutions. What a bitch.

[multismileee]

after ep. 8 OF updated feelings

UPDATE AFTER EP 8:

Mew -> He needs to get himself together, the path he's going down is not good for him at all. I also think he is realizing that he doesn't love Ray, but more so the "thrill/adventure" and "difference" Ray brings. In the end he is sticking with Ray because he knows that Ray "loves" (yes I'm putting that in quotations) him and he won't get hurt like he did with Top. ALSO IDK WHO NEEDS TO HEAR THIS BUT HE IS A GROWN MAN... NO ONE IS FORCING HIM TO DO ANYTHING, HE IS CHOOSING TO DO THIS.

Top -> At first, I was like wow look at him actually being kind of decent this episode but I saw this theory, and now I just don't know. I think it just shows how I can never guess the intention of this man. The theory was that he was the one who called the cops; which would explain why the cops immediately asked about drugs, went straight upstairs and caught Ray instead of finding Mew who was also drugged out in the kitchen, how they knew Ray would have something on him, and why Top had a wad of cash ready IN AN ENVELOPE to give to a cop that just happened to be a dirty cop.... it's all way too convenient. If that is the case, and he did it to seem more trustworthy and the "hero" FRICK HIM. I also saw people be like "aw look at how he cared for Mew" AS HE SHOULD, HE SHOULD BE GROVELLING. Idk maybe it was just me but cuddling someone while they're unconscious felt kinda weird to me.

Boston -> Man was really just minding his business this episode and wow look at that, he's so much more bearable when he stops causing unnecessary drama. I think Boston was starting to feel something for Nick, like hello sir you're telling me you just stare at all your ex flings in the bar while nursing a drink??? Yeah I didn't think so. He is still messed up for what he did to Mew, and it makes sense that everyone is mad at him BUT him comforting Atom was sweet of him (Ik sue me, I found it cute... I like them as a platonic duo and i'm probably going to gauge my eyes out next ep.) and he ate Cheum up in the one scene outside, and I think that's what pushed him to say yes to Atom at the end of the episode. He must be thinking that since everyone already thinks i'm a bad guy, I might as well be the worse I can. I hope that next ep. he accidentally calls Nick's name and/or finds out about Nick and Dan. Also, I can understand why he didn't want to see Nick, he must have felt betrayed not once but twice. Not saying that he didn't do bad things, if not worse, but I can see why he said for Nick to leave him alone.

Nick -> I just don't know man. LMAO THAT"S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

Ray -> Oh Ray. Listen I have mixed feelings for this man, I think in general, he wasn't particularly in the wrong for dancing with Mew because like I said before, him and Sand were never officially anything. Sand knows this, he knows this, so while it's not wrong, it just sucks. I liked that Sand talked to him and put up his boundaries but IT HURT... "When I'm with you, i'm so d*mn happy" like please open your eyes and realize the one you care for is Sand!!!! You can also tell how sad he was when he realized that Sand was distancing himself like UGHHHHHH. What I don't agree with is how at the party he stopped Sand from kissing that dude (he was definitely jealous, did you see the way he basically ran? But he has no right to.) and him kissing Sand while he is trying out a relationship with Mew is wrong. Mew doesn't deserve that and neither does Sand. Also I hate the way Cheum acts with Ray (we'll get to that in her part). I felt his pain when he was screaming at the party, and I truly think he needs to learn to love himself first before he can love anyone. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT BECAUSE I BLOCKED IT OUT OF MY MEMORY, BUT HIM TELLING SAND "stop fooling yourself, Sand. You like me. You love me. You can't walk away from me." WAS SO CRUEL AND DISRESPECTFUL. He needs to start apologizing for all the out of pocket things he says to Sand, because he is starting to use him as a punching bag and I will not stand for that. The whole confrontation at the party was so uncalled for, he had absolutely no right. Also how does he not realize that Mew doesn't genuinely love him?? He kissed Ray just for vengeance in front of Top, that's all it was. #getRayglasses:(

Sand -> CONTINUES TO BE THE BEST CHARACTER TO EXIST. Okay first of all, we love a man who knows his standards, and upholds his boundaries. He was having none of it from Ray, and would keep reminding him that Ray has Mew now. I noticed this small detail and idk if anyone else saw it but when Ray asked for the lighter, Ray put the cigarette in his mouth like he did last time they were outside, probably waiting for Sand to light the cigarette in his mouth. However, Sand handed him the lighter instead AND Ray looked so freaking disappointed. (Not only am I taking this as a sign of Sand distancing himself but also how much that distance is going to effect Ray). He stood up for himself at the party, "I'm not your second option" YESSS WE LOVE KNOWING YOUR OWN SELF-WORTH. What gets me is that even after all that and the way Ray has treated him, Sand still runs to protect him when the cops came because he knew that Ray was doing dr*gs. He came to the party because he felt bad for what he did to Nick, he comforted Nick after his confrontation with Boston... everyone say it with me: SAND BEST BOY!!! If no one else gets happiness, at least Sand should. (preferably with Ray after he goes to rehab and apologizes for all he has said).

Cheum -> Listen I know I said to give her more scenes, but this is not what I meant. It was incredible that she got on my nerves so much. I can appreciate that she is trying to be a "good friend" to Mew, and she doesn't like the way his personality did a full 360, and the actions he has gone up to but blaming that on Ray??? Like girly what? Firstly, Mew is a grown adult (As April said, I love her she kept saying everything I was thinking), he makes these decisions. MEW is the one who keeps going to Ray to get this escape, he's the one who wants to try these new things. It makes me question if Cheum genuinely likes Ray, I mean it seems like she always sees the worst in him. THEN he meets with Top, and says, "who do you think made him this way" when Top said that Mew has changed... oh so it wasn't all due to Ray?? Crazy. But what's even crazier to me is that after a 2 minute talk, she instantly folded and decided to help Top. After everything Top did to Mew??? She invites him to a party without even consulting with Mew if he would be okay with his ex being at the party, and then got an attitude with Ray after he tried to kick Top out even though Mew was the one who threw the drink at him. Her saying "Or I can't because I don't own the place" LIKE GIRL WHEN DID ANYONE IMPLY ANYTHING?? It just really gets me how hypocritical she is with her response to Mew vs. Ray. With Mew she's like "Oh he's so innocent, he needs help because he's making so many bad decisions" which I'm glad because this IS out of character for him, but with Ray, she never tries to understand and instead says it in a way that sounds like she's blaming him. I mean she wasn't wrong when she told Ray to take responsibility for his actions, he was being reckless but idk the vast difference is dizzying to me. Then she interrupts Boston and her brother's conversation, and while I understand that she's protective of her brother and has bad feelings towards Boston, Boston was actually just being a good listener at the moment. HE ALSO ATE HER UP WITH THE "Consider what kind of big sister you are and why your brother is not telling you anything" like maybe just maybe instead of being in everyone's business, Cheum should focus on her girlfriend and her own family/ personal life. Idk maybe this has been building for a while because she's suddenly saying "you never cared for us". I guess I'm just confused because from ep 1, it seemed like Ray's friends only cared for him during parties/ his money.

SORRY FOR THE RANT OMG