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I Hate You Peralta.

Me after not writing for 10 decades... So heres something I cooked up!! My baby Jake Peralta. I NEED HIM IMMEDIATELY.

Jake Peralta x fem!reader. Enemies to... Somewhat lovers? Very rushed and poorly written, but cuties!!!

You weren’t sure what cosmic crime you committed in a past life to deserve this, but you were almost certain it involved arson, tax evasion, and maybe kicking a puppy or two. Or ten. There was no other explanation, no forgiving universe would pair you with Jake Peralta.

He was chaos in sneakers. A walking disaster armed with a badge, and enough terrible puns to warrant psychological evaluation. He wore immaturity like a badge of honor. Loud, reckless, and allergic to anything resembling responsibility, he made everything a joke, even crime scenes. Especially crime scenes.

You, on the other hand, were order incarnate. Meticulous. Efficient. You lived and died by the rulebook. Deadlines were sacred. Paperwork was gospel. Emotions were optional, and jokes were, well, only when carefully scheduled.

Naturally, Captain Holt, in his infinite wisdom, thought partnering you two would be “good for morale.” "Balance each other out," he said. "Like yin and yang," he said. What he didn't say was how quickly you’d develop a migraine every time Jake opened his mouth.

Day one of the partnership, he nicknamed you “Sergeant Killjoy.” Day two, it became “Captain Cardboard.” By week three, it had escalated to “The Terminator, but like, if she was super into filing systems.” You told him, repeatedly, to stop. He, of course, translated that as “say it louder.”

And still, despite your protests, there was… something. Something magnetic. Irritating. Maddening. Unshakable.

Every case turned into a turf war. Every conversation spiraled into a verbal sparring match. Every time your hands brushed, whether over files or evidence bags or that one time he stupidly dove in front of you during a suspect chase, it felt like touching a live wire. Sharp. Electric. Instant.

You mocked his hideous sneakers, neon green and orange like traffic cones gone rogue. He mocked your handwriting, calling it “a cry for help in cursive form.”

You glared. He grinned. You scowled. He winked. People started placing bets.

Even Holt began assigning you both to opposite ends of the precinct whenever possible, clearly weary of the daily tension that rippled out like nuclear fallout from your desks.

Still, some part of you, a very deeply buried, possibly concussed part, started to enjoy the battles. The way his eyes lit up when you clapped back with something especially sharp. The way he kept testing your limits, like he wanted to find the point where you’d finally crack. Like he wanted to see what was underneath the cold mask you wore.

And, sometimes you wanted him to.

It all came to a head on a rainy Tuesday night. The stakeout from hell. You were cramped in an unmarked car that smelled vaguely of old French fries and regret, parked across from a suspected arms dealer’s apartment. The rain drummed on the roof in an endless rhythm, and visibility was garbage. You had been sitting there for hours.

And obviously, Jake had brought snacks. And gum. So. Much. Gum. Snap. Pop. Snap.

“I swear to God,” you muttered, gripping the edge of your seat like it might ground your sanity. “If you chew that gum any louder, I will jump out of this car and let the perp take me.”

Jake grinned like a man who hadn’t known fear since 2009. “What, this?” he said innocently, blowing another bubble and letting it pop with theatrical flair. “Just trying to make this stakeout less soul-crushing. Maybe if you didn’t treat every assignment like a funeral, you’d actually enjoy your job.”

You turned on him, bristling. “I do enjoy my job. I just don’t feel the need to soundtrack it with mouth noises. And forgive me for thinking that professionalism matters.”

“Newsflash: there’s a difference between ‘professional’ and ‘completely dead inside.’ Ever consider letting someone see you smile? Or laugh? Or, I don’t know, not glower at everyone like they insulted your filing system?”

You blinked. “Wow. That’s rich coming from a guy who once wore sunglasses shaped like dollar signs to a crime scene.”

"It was themed!” he protested. “We were investigating a counterfeiting ring! It was clever.” “It was embarrassing.” “You’re embarrassing!”

Lightning cracked outside the window, briefly lighting up the space between you like a flashbulb. Your faces were close. Too close. Inches apart. You could see the flecks of green in his eyes, the raindrops clinging to his lashes. His jacket smelled like cheap cologne and coffee and something undeniably him.

The air turned thick. Charged. “I hate you,” you breathed. Jake’s smile faded. “I hate you more.” Silence stretched. The kind that’s not empty—but waiting.

Then, without thinking, without planning, which was terrifying for you, you surged forward.

And he met you halfway.

It wasn’t a kiss so much as a collision. A clash of teeth and breath and weeks, no, months, of pent-up frustration bursting free like a dam. Your hands were in his hair. His were under your coat. Somewhere in the chaos, your seatbelt caught, but neither of you cared.

The rain pounded harder. The windows fogged. Your heart tried to beat its way out of your chest. You broke apart just long enough to catch your breath, lips swollen and pulses racing. He stared at you like you’d just rewritten the laws of physics.

Jake reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “Still hate you,” he said, voice rough. You let out a shaky breath. “Hate you more.”

And then you kissed him again, this time slower. Still intense, but like maybe it wasn’t war anymore. Maybe it was something else. Something worse. Something better.

Later, back at the precinct, you walked in at separate times. He made a dumb joke. You rolled your eyes. Business as usual.

But you were both off. Too calm. Too composed. Too aware.

Amy stared between you like she was doing math in her head. "…Something’s weird,” she said slowly. Rosa, without even looking up from her phone, muttered, “They 100% finally made out.”

Jake choked on his water. You went bright red, nearly dropped your folder.

“I still hate him,” you blurted. “Still hate her,” Jake echoed, wiping his mouth..Neither of you looked at the other.

Nobody believed a single word.

And somewhere, deep down, under all the hate and sarcasm and insults, you kind of hoped they never would.

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Soukoku fanfic bc I love them so so much and their eating at my brain!!!

(( Chuuya x Dazai!! Sorta longish, BL, a little bit freaky (😭🙏))

The rain poured down outside, creating a steady rhythm that echoed off the buildings. Chuuya walked through the streets, his usual stern expression softened slightly by the cool droplets hitting his face. Chuuya's thoughts were interrupted as he heard someone calling out to him over the rain.

"Chuuya! Hey, Chuuya!" The familiar voice was easily recognizable as Dazai, the infamous Dazai Osamu. Chuuya rolled his eyes and turned around to see Dazai jogging towards him, a cocky grin spreading across his face despite the downpour.

"Oh, just wanted to see my favorite shortie," Dazai replied, his tone laced with teasing. "It's a nice day for a walk, isn't it?" Chuuya's eyes narrowed in irritation, his cheeks flushing slightly at Dazai's comment despite his attempts to stay composed. "It's a rainy day, you idiot. There's nothing nice about this weather." Dazai chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Chuuya. "Oh come on, Chuuya. The rain sets a romantic mood, doesn't it?"a smirk breaking out across his face.

Chuuya's cheeks flushed even more at Dazai's words. "S-shut up. There's nothing romantic about walking in the rain. It's just wet and cold." Dazai's grin widened at Chuuya's reaction. "Well, I guess that wasn't the right word then. Let's say it sets a... intimate mood?" Chuuya felt his heart skip a beat at Dazai's words, but he quickly tried to compose himself. "Yeah, right," he said, his voice betraying a hint of tension. "As if anything between us could be intimate."

Dazai chuckled again, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Never say never, Chuuya. We haven't really had the chance to test that theory yet, have we?" Chuuya's breath hitched at Dazai's implication, but he quickly regained his composure. "And we're not going to test it either. You and I are completely incompatible."

Dazai moved a bit closer to Chuuya, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Incompatible, you say? I think you underestimate our chemistry." Chuuya tried to keep his breathing steady as Dazai crowded into his space. "We don't have chemistry," he protested. "You're just trying to rile me up."Dazai smirked, his gaze never leaving Chuuya's face. "And it's working, isn't it?" he purred.Chuuya's cheeks burned hotter, but he refused to back down. "No, it's not," he insisted, although his voice was tinged with a hint of uncertainty now. Dazai raised an eyebrow, studying Chuuya closely. "You know, your blushing quite a lot for someone who states he have, 'no chemistry' " he teased, taking another step closer.

Chuuya's heart pounded in his chest as Dazai drew closer, and he found himself struggling to think straight. "I-it's just... the weather," he mumbled feebly, but even he didn't believe the excuse. Dazai chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh really? You sure it's not because of little old me?" he said, leaning in even closer, his breath hot against Chuuya's ear. Chuuya shivered involuntarily, the combination of Dazai's proximity and breathy voice making it difficult for Chuuya to maintain his composure. "D-Dazai..." he protested weakly, but his tone lacked conviction. Dazai smirked, clearly basking in the effect he was having on Chuuya. "You know, Chuuya," he said, his fingers gently tracing the contours of Chuuya's jaw. "You can deny it all you want, but your body betrays you."

Chuuya's breath hitched as Dazai's fingers traced across his skin, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine. He couldn't deny that Dazai's touch was affecting him, but he was still reluctant to give in. "Y-you're just... being insufferable as usual," he muttered weakly. Dazai chuckled again, his hand moving from Chuuya's jawline to brush a strand of hair out of his face. "And you love it," he murmured, his voice now a low, seductive purr. Chuuya swallowed hard, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Dazai's charm was working its usual magic, and Chuuya found it increasingly difficult to resist the pull. "Y-you're just a cocky bastard," he managed to say, but the effect was ruined by the slight tremor in his voice.

Dazai's smirk widened as he noticed the tremor in Chuuya's voice, and he moved even closer, his body now flush against Chuuya's. "And you're absolutely adorable when you're all flustered like this," he said, his hand moving down to rest on Chuuya's waist. Chuuya's heart fluttered in his chest as Dazai pressed against him, the heat of his body seeping through their clothes. He tried to ignore the way his body was responding to Dazai's touch, the way his skin tingled where Dazai brushed against him. "You're impossible," he mumbled, but the frustration in his voice sounded more half-hearted now.

Dazai chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric covering Chuuya's hip. "And yet, you can't resist me," he said, his voice sultry as he leaned down to murmur in Chuuya's ear. "Admit it, Chuuya. You want me just as much as I want you." Chuuya's mind was racing, the sensations of Dazai's touch and words scrambling his thoughts. He knew he should push Dazai away, but he found himself drawn to his touch, the desire he had been trying to ignore for so long threatening to bubble to the surface. With a ragged breath, he whispered, "Y-you can be pretty damn convincing when you want to be."

Dazai's hand tightened slightly on Chuuya's hip, a victorious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Chuuya's ear. "And I want to be very convincing right now," he said, his voice low and sultry.

Chuuya's breath hitched at the heat in Dazai's voice, his body responding to Dazai's actions even as he struggled to hold on to his last remnants of resistance. "And what exactly do you want?" he asked, his voice slightly shaky. Chuuya felt a jolt of desire shoot through him at Dazai's words, his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. "You're always so goddamn forward," he managed to mumble, his voice betraying the conflict of emotions within him.

Dazai chuckled softly, his hand sliding up to rest against the side of Chuuya's neck, his thumb brushing gently against the tender flesh beneath Chuuya's ear. "And you've always been too damn resistant," he murmured, his gaze never leaving Chuuya's face. "But I like a challenge, especially when the prize is as tempting as you." Chuuya's heart thumped in his chest at Dazai's words, his resolve weakening with each caress of Dazai's fingers against his skin. He struggled to find his voice amidst the riot of sensations and emotions coursing through him. "You're... infuriating," he said weakly. "And I hate how much I want you right now."

Dazai's smile turned wolfish, his eyes flickering with triumph as Chuuya gave in. Without further delay, he leaned forward and claimed Chuuya's lips in a searing kiss. It was every bit as good as he had imagined, and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring Chuuya's mouth with an urgent hunger. Chuuya felt his world spin as Dazai took control, his hands instinctively grasping at the front of Dazai's coat. His mind was a hazy jumble of sensations as he tasted Dazai's tongue, as he felt the heat radiating from Dazai's body, the rain around then completely forgotten as the only thing that existed was this moment and the overwhelming desire coursing through him.

Dazai pulled Chuuya even closer, one hand sliding into his hair while the other remained anchored on his hip. The kiss grew more intense, their bodies molding together as if they had been made to fit. Dazai had been waiting so long for this moment, and now that he had Chuuya in his arms.

In the moment, Dazai drew back from the kiss, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with desire. He took in the sight of Chuuya, flushed and disheveled, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Dazai's mouth as he spoke.

"You're beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice a low, breathless whisper. "All ruffled and flushed, just from a few kisses."

Chuuya's heartbeat was still racing, his mind slowly returning from the haze of desire that had consumed him just moments before. He looked up at Dazai, his cheeks still faintly pink, and tried to regain his composure. "Shut up," he muttered, his usually snarky tone lacking its usual bite.

Dazai looked at Chuuya with a sly smirk, enjoying the sight of the mafioso caught off guard. "I'm starting to think you like it when I tease you,'' he said, still close enough to feel Chuuya's breath on his skin.

Chuuya's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, but he tried to act nonchalant.

"How about we take this somewhere else?" Chuuya said with a slight smile for once.

Dazai let out a snort "why not?" He said taking Chuuya's hand into his.

So I actually kinda hate the ending, but it's fine, it's still kinda fire and I like how it turned out😼🙏

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ANYA HEADCANONS!!!

Anya is so so silly I love her sm. I just wanna scope her up and give her a big fat hug!!

• Rip Anya, you would've loved Mitski. ESPECIALLY crack baby (get it?😂🫵)

• I honestly feel like she's would have always hated baby's, like even since she was a kid she hated baby's 🙏

• she has a writing passion, she would 100% be a wattpad writter

• would've had little house/desk plants EVERYWHERE

• was a teenage dirt bag 💀🙏, always sneaking into places, stealing shit, stuff like that. But grew out of that phase pretty quickly

• loves baking. She would be making cookies and pies all the time, u can't tell me otherwise

• Anya is DEFINITELY a cat person. She loves cats, owns like 3 of them

• listens to 80's/90's music

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This did numbers in the wrong organ server so here y’all go

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daisuke x transfem reader coming out to him headcanons?

This is adorable, I might start violently sobbing my eyes out!!

(Daisuke x transfem!Reader)

• Daisuke Is just a very supportive person overall, like if you could do the simplest of tasks, and he'd be so proud

• You would always try to drop hints to him.. but our boys a little dense🙏, he just thought you wanted to try something new

• Once you did get the courage to tell him, he would overload you with support, buying you new clothes, taking you to get your hair done, anything he could to make you feel more comfortable!!

• I feel like he would have trouble with pronouns at first, not meaning to obviously 😭🙏, he would just get confused sometimes and feel really bad when he would mix it up

• if you ended up growing your hair out long, he would definitely help you style it and buy you little accessories for it!!

Sorry this one didn't have to many I was racking my brain trying to think of some, but i these are still really cutie!! :)

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hey!! Not sure if ur taking reqs but I saw ur headcanons and they r soo cute😭😭 I was wondering if I can request a Daisuke x fem reader fanfic where reader is doing her skincare routine and Daisuke is like “can I try” and they both just end up doing face masks n skincare tg

HELLO THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT. I fear I'm obligated to do this now😼

(Daisuke x fem!Reader, I didn't check my Grammer on this, so if there's mistakes, mb😭🙏)

You and Daisuke recently started living together, and you couldn't be happier! He could be a doof sometimes, but you love him. One night you were in the bathroom doing your skincare routine like you do every night before bed. You heard Daisukes foot steps from down the hallway. "What's with the weird face?" Daisuke poked his head through the half-open door, his eyes squinting in curiously . You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as you looked up from the bathroom mirror, your cheeks covered in a bubbly white mask. "It's not weird, your weird. it's my skin care" you explained to him.

Daisuke leaned against the doorframe "Skincare? Can't say I've ever seen you do that before." Daisuke's curiosity grew. He stepped into the bathroom, he took a step closer, peering over your shoulder at the array of bottles and jars lined up on the counter. "Mind if I give it a shot?" there was a hint of interest behind his voice. You smile at him, "why of course," you said turning around and booping his nose with a drop of moisturizer. Daisuke stood there, a goofy smile plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly adorable he looked with that tiny dot of cream on his nose. “What was that for?” he exclaimed, trying to wipe it away with the back of his hand, but only smudging it further. “It’s called moisturizer, genius! It helps keep your skin hydrated,” you giggled, enjoying the moment.

"Hydrate? But I thought that was just for plants,” he said confidently, a smirk breaking out across his face. You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed cleanser, “First, we cleanse,” you said, massaging the product in with your fingers, then onto his face. Daisuke squirmed slightly, his face scrunching up in a silly expression. “This feels… weird,” he said, but you knew he was trying to hide his smile. “Just wait until we get to the mask!” you teased, rinsing the cleanser away off his face, reaching for a green clay mask and you start putting it all over his face.

He scrunched his nose and yelped "Augh! Why is it so cold!?" You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with affection for this goofy guy. "Well obviously you idiot!" After letting the mask sit for a while, you rinse it off and move on to the last step. "Okay, last step is just moisturizer, do you think you can handle that ya big baby?" You said teasing him. He rolled his eyes at you as you were about to apply the moisturizer onto his skin, he grabbed it having different plans. "let me do it this time!" But instead of putting it on his own face, he smeared it all over yours. You yelped, "Easy there, little Picasso!” you exclaimed, the warmth you saw in his eyes made you feel all giddy inside. Daisuke had always had a knack for making the simplest and even boring moments burst with joy and laughter. You whipped the moisturizer off your face, and massage some of it into his.

After, he helped you clean the bathroom up, and you both headed off to your room. "Your such a doofus ya know that?" You said with a playful smirk of your face. He smiled at you and pushed you into the bed once you got into the bedroom "yeah yeah, whatever you say" he said grinning at you. As you lay on the bed, the soft sheets cradling you, he lays down next to you, swooping you into a hug. You both giggle, and he lays a little peck on your forehead, you couldn't help but feel like you were going to explode. "I love you idiot" you say quietly into his chest as he strokes your hair before falling into a deep sleep.

"I love you too, idiot."

AAHHH THAT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!😼 sigh, I love writing silly little things like this it makes me all happy inside, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANON!!🤑🙏

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DAISUKE HEADCANONS!!!!

These are super silly things that I randomly thought about while tweaking at 4 am so why not!

• I headcanon that Daisuke has curly hair, like CURLY hair, and he hates it SO much. So he religiously flat irons his hair. Lil bros hair is fried so bad

• The only time he would actually keep and wear his hair natural is for big events. Like weddings, family gathers and stuff like that

• Also I think he would be Hispanic and Japanese. (I hc that his dad is Hawaiian/Hispanic, and his mom is Japanese, plus his name being Japanese😼)

• man's is dyslexic as hell🙏 he can NOT spell for the life of him, and can barely read 💀🙌

• He 100% has a roblox account. You can't tell me otherwise. He plays Dti and Baddies TRUST

• Bro doesn't own a single pair of matching socks🙏 also I feel like he's the kinda guy to wear the same socks for like 6 weeks

• He has really "weird" fears. Like pinecones, if bro sees a pinecone, he's screaming on the top of his lungs

• Totally has "Gen Z/ Gen Alpha" humor, says rizz 24/7

• He LOVES cartoons. Like he would watch mlp every night and cry over the last episode

WELL THOSE ARE SOME OF MY SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS FOR OUR LITTLE SILLY FELLA 🤍

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Hello!!

Welcome to my blog! (will take requests if anyone even finds this👅) What I will NOT write for: Anything gross like piss, non-cons, proships, ect.

What I will write for: head canons, fanfics obvi, mostly anything that isn't gross or uncomfy to write 🙏