#Y/N McClane

[cannibalcoyote]

Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Imagine being John McClane's youngest daughter, and running away to Germany after your parents start fighting again and your dad moves back to New York. What happens when Simon Gruber finds you on the streets:

-This is set after the second movie, but before the 3rd. I have the reader at age 12-

They'd started arguing again, everything was going so good too, Dad had moved here to LA and everything. I don't know what caused all of this, I thought they were happy, I thought everything was fixed... but I'm wrong as per usual.

Mom has us staying with her, but I'm honesty feeling so alone, even with my siblings around. They both are a few years older than me, so they either bully or ignore me, but neither is my friend. Dad was helping us figure this out, but that all went to waste after he left. They started being cold again, acting as if I don't exist. I know this separating is effecting them as well, but at least they have each other, I don't even have mom here to confide in since she's always working.

I try to call dad sometimes, but he's always drunk and usually thinks I'm mom, sometimes he doesn't even give me the chance to talk, just picks up the phone and starts cursing. He's never treated me like that before, sure, sometimes he just picks up the phone and responds that way before knowing it's me, but is that really an excuse? The separation must be hurting him as well... I wish I could help him, but I don't even know how to help myself. 

Sometimes, late at night, I think about what occurred leading up to dad leaving. I remember them shouting at each other, trying to get my brother and sister to take sides. They choose mom either way, I just stood in-between, how could they make me choose? The looks of disdain coming from all sides made me wither, I felt hated, unwanted. Maybe things would be better if I leave?

_______

I left home, it may sound really stupid, but maybe things will be better if I stay at dad's for a little bit; surely things couldn't be worse than staying with my mother and siblings.

The train ride was costly and took around 3 days for me to arrive in New York; my packing was light, just my back pack with a few changes of clothing, all my savings, my ID, some food and a notepad and pen. I didn't want to pack to much because it would make it harder for me to slip out of the house unnoticed, so I just stuffed my backpack and went for it - I probably should've packed other things, but it's too late now.

New York was interesting, I was quite young when we moved to Los Angeles, so being back is a new experience. The buildings are tall and overbearing, they make you feel so small, and the crowded, busy sidewalks only emphasize that point. 

I pull out the map from my pocket, dotting what street I'm on, and then charting the best way to get to my father's apartment. His apartment is a bit away from the station, about 20ish blocks, but I've got enough daylight to make it before nightfall.

Before beginning my trek I pull out my walkman, restarting the CD, it's the Station to Station album by David Bowie - I had to beg for a whole 2 months before my father finally gave in and bought me the walkman, he later gifted me this CD upon noticing how Bowie is my favorite musician. It's a nice reminder that my father cares for me, whenever I'm feeling lonely, I'll listen to this album.

I'm weaving my way through people, trying my best not to run into anyone. The sun seems to be setting a lot sooner than I thought it would, but that must be due to the time difference, I must've forgotten to account for that. Either way, I'm over half way there and the sun is just beginning to set, that last thing I want is to be caught after dark on the streets of New York - I especially don't want this as I am currently an unattended child.

I finally arrive at my fathers apartment, pressing the buzzer at the door, hoping he'll be home and let me in.

"Who is it?" I hear an annoyed voice answer, but I still sigh in relief.

"Dad?" My voice sounds so small, hopefully he still heard me.

"Y/N?" I don't know how to describe it, but it seems like so many emotions smashed into one word: relief, anger, happiness, anxiousness. So many that they overwhelm me.

"Yeah, it's me, can you let me in?" I don't get a verbal response, but hear the door being unlocked. I push open the heavy door, making my way inside the lobby. I head over to the elevator and push the up button, waiting patiently for the doors to open. I'm startled by the abrupt opening of the door from the stairwell, staring at the door as I watch my father come bustling out of it. He looks tense and rushed - a mess if I'm being honest, looking around quickly before stilling when he spots me. 

His movements are fast, he catches me off guard when he pulls me in unexpectedly for a tight hug. I'm surprised, but accept the contact, it's been so long since I've seen my father after all. As he holds me, I can't help but smell the alcohol on him, though I know mentioning it could be disastrous.

We separate and head into the now awaiting elevator, the ride up was quick but surprisingly quiet; I expected some sort of conversation, but maybe he's processing? The walk from the elevator to his apartment felt uncomfortably tense though, like something suddenly angered him. Either way, it made me feel uneasy.

As soon as I enter, I go to speak, but am cut off by the harsh slamming of the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He questions in a raised voice, he's angry, that much I can tell.

"I-" I begin to respond, but have no time as I am immediately cut off.

"Leaving without telling your mother, wandering the streets of New York at night! How the hell did you even get here from LA, no airline would let you board unattended?"

"I-I used the amtrak." I explain in a shaky voice, averting my eyes from his gaze and staring down at the dirty floor.

"What were you even thinking? Coming over here?" His voice is solemn now, and it makes me more uncomfortable than when he was yelling.

"I thought that... maybe I could stay here for a while?" I respond sheepishly, but hoping - no, praying - that he'll let me stay.

"Stay? Here, with me?" He questions incredulously.

"Please?" I whisper, glancing at him hopefully.

"What? No, you can't stay with me." He looks at me like I'm crazy, I suddenly feel very out of place, like I can't find anywhere that I'm allowed to exist. It's an astounding experience, especially when I've always felt so comfortable with my father.

"But..." I begin, trailing off as I try to think of what to say.

"But what? Don't tell me, you thought you could leave your mother and come live with me, that it would be as easy as showing up on my doorstep unannounced?" I can tell he's making fun of me, his tone gives it away.

"I-" I begin once again, only this time I'm interrupted.

"Well it's not! I thought you were smarter than that? You're going back to your mother's first thing tomorrow, you understand?" His shouting is scary, he's never acted like this towards me, though I have seen a few interactions like this between him and my mother.

"Dad, no, I want to stay here!" I all but beg, wide eyed at his words.

"I don't want you staying here, I don't want you anywhere near here!" My hearing goes silent after that, but there's an obnoxious ringing... Did he just say that? That he wants nothing to do with me, that he doesn't want me anywhere near him?

He says a few more things, but I don't care enough to hear them, all I can manage to do is stare straight forward in a daze. I travelled so far, but not even my father wants me around anymore.

I was right, I should've just disappeared; I'm the catalyst of every fight, had I never been born, maybe they would still be together?

I don't remember much that happened after, just my father rolling his eyes as he drags his palm tiredly over his face. He walks me to the spare bedroom and tell me to get some rest, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep after the words we traded.

I'm not quite sure how long I lay in that bed before I hear my father talking from the living room, I tiptoe out of bed and look through the cracked door, he seems to be on the phone.

"You think I wanted her here! Listen Holly, I'm sending her back on the train tomorrow, alright? Make sure she doesn't comeback to New York." He sounds tired, annoyed, upset... I guess he really doesn't want me here, but I know my mother doesn't want me either.

I wait until my father's all but drunk himself to death, it's around 0100 in the morning before he's passed out on the couch, empty bottles on the coffee table. I cling tightly onto my backpack, walking to the front door as quietly as possible, opening the door slowly before sliding into the hallway and closing it with a dull 'click.'

The ride down was eerie, and it became even more so when I exited the apartment building. The darkness enveloping New York made the environment look quite scary, especially with only the light from the full moon and some blinking lamp posts to light my way. There was still some people out walking, most were either drunk or homeless, so I tried to pass by silently and unnoticed; my goal is to reach the airport before sunrise and buy a ticket out of the country, anywhere as long as it's not here.

I would've preferred to hail a taxi, but I can't risk not having the funds to afford a ticket, though neither of my parents want me, they still have an obligation to find me. Since I'll be paying for the flight in cash, there'll be no tracking where I went, unless the person selling me the ticket remembers my name, face, and flight destination; but I highly doubt they'll check the airports first.

When I finally arrive, the sun is just beginning to raise above the horizon, the streets are getting a little more busy with 6am traffic, and there is now light foot traffic along the sidewalks. 

I was coming up on the airport, I can tell because the planes kept getting louder and louder. I'd been thinking during my entire walk on where I wanted to go, it would be suspicious for a 12 year old to ask what flights are available to anywhere, especially without an adult present. 

I've chosen to go to Germany because I've always loved the language and have wanted to visit since I was 5; I've also formulated a story should I be asked any questions. I'm going to say that I'll be visiting family in Cochem, Germany. I remember reading about that beautiful place in a travel magazine, it looked nice enough and I also can't remember any other place. If they want more info, I'll say I'm specifically visiting my Uncle who lives there, that I'll be staying there for the summer. They shouldn't be asking much after that though, so I should be all good.

I push open the terminal doors, and immediately locate the booth where you can purchase a ticket. The lady behind the desk looks nice, she sounds polite as she finishes up talking with another employee before turning to me. She looks a little surprised to see just me, but she quickly recovers.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She questions sweetly.

"Hi there, I was wondering if you have any flights today heading over to Cochem, Germany?" I respond, I try to sound mature, but I'm not sure if it worked as I notice her raise her eyebrow humorously.

"Well, let me check real quick." She clicks a few times on her computer, tilting her head as she shuffles.

"There aren't any flights to Cochem since they don't have an airport." She states.

"What does that mean?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows as I think my plan may be ruined.

"It just means we find the closest airport to their, and that looks to be Frankfurt Hahn Airport; it's only about 15 miles away." She states nonchalantly, but I'm sighing internally. 15 miles, after how long of a flight? I'll need to get a map too if I don't want to get lost.

"We have a flight leaving at around 0900 with a few seat openings." She continues, showing me the available seats.

"Alright, that works." I state, handing her the cash for the ticket, waiting as she prints it out and hands it to me. I smile in thanks before wandering off to check in and head to my boarding area, I've got a while before my flight, so I guess I'll make myself comfortable.

I don't remember the flight too well, I mainly slept through the flight, having sparse moments of wakefulness when they brought us food and drinks. The people I was seated beside were a kindly older couple, they kept me company and checked in on me; I think they just saw a child alone on the flight and wanted to make sure I wasn't scared or anything.

They would try to talk with me, but I think they realized how tired I was and just let me sleep. They were rather nice, even walking with me off the plane before they separated to go to baggage claim; I didn't need to as I only had my carry-on.

I quickly bought a map from the convenience shop in the airport before heading off on my trek, its around 5am and the sun has yet to rise. The temperature is around 60ºF, so I'm not too cold, I actually welcome the chill as the movement will warm me up in no time.

_______

I've been in Cochem for around 3 weeks now, and I must say that I really should have thought this through. I swapped all my USD over into euros, but I barely have enough to afford food everyday, not to mention I have no place to stay, hotels are far to expensive to even think of. Learning german has also been more complicated than I thought, I assumed it would be easier since I'm immersed in the culture, but it's all just been one big shock for both my body and mind.

Some of the shop owners have started to recognize me; I think they have their assumptions and know I'm homeless, sometimes they'll give me something to eat free of charge. I also can't risk speaking to them in english, I can't risk anyone knowing I'm from the United States, that would only heighten their suspicion on why I'm here instead of in the US. So, for the time being, I'll just have to come off as mute until I learn the language.

_______

It's been a particularly harsh past few days, the temperature has been dropping lower than usual, and my deteriorating clothes haven't been doing much to conserve my body heat. The local children have also taken to terrorizing me, I think they've been making fun of my clothing and muteness (I am now able to mostly understand them after some tutoring from a friendly shop owner).

Sometimes, they'll try to grab my bag, I've had a group of them chase after me just because I wouldn't let them steal my backpack. Their parents either don't notice or don't care, either way, I'm on my own.

They haven't caught me yet, and I can't say what they would do to me if they did. Would they just grab my bag and leave? Or would they want to hurt me for having the audacity to run? Maybe they just chase me because they find it funny, or maybe I have good reason to evade them?

It was actually during one of these chases that I ran into the man that would come to replace my father over time.

It was routine at this point, a group of 6 or so kids would spot me and give chase, I would see them coming and take off.  So far so good, I'm dodging the adults that go on with their lives, trying not to get hit by cars as I sprint across the road.

I'm doing really good actually, I turn around to catch a glimpse of them, they got stopped at the road by passing traffic, yes!

I look forward just as I turn a corner, running straight into someone, they are larger than me, barely being affected by the collision. I, however, had toppled down to the ground , scraping up my palms on the ground as the flail out to catch me.

Tears well in my eyes at the stinging pain, I can feel as the grit and dirt dig into the wounds as they rub against the cobblestone. I quickly glance up and see a tall man with short blonde hair, his eyes are a striking blue; they make me think of my father's eyes, how his aren't as striking as this man's.

I observe his expression, his eyes widen only slightly, showing his surprise about being barreled into so unexpectedly. He looks very professional in what I can best describe as a business casual suit, but something about him makes him seem like more than what he shows. This strange man, he holds an air of authority, power, I could almost describe him as threatening.

My thoughts are drawn away by the trampled footsteps behind me. I quickly scramble up from the floor, ignoring the pain in my hands as I snap my gaze to the corner I had rounded. I look just as the others come around, they halt as well at the sight of me and this adult. 

I lock eyes with the groups leader and immediately begin sprinting down the road, I can hear them giving chase immediately, shouting that no one cares enough about me to help. The tears already welled up in my eyes begin to cascade down my face; they're right, not even my own family wanted, how could I expect that strangers from a different country would want me either?

In my moments of self-pity, I step into a crevice, I was unprepared for the change in level and feel my knee giving out. I tumble to the ground in a flurry, scraping my limbs against the harsh ground. I curse at myself, attempting to stand, but this fall may have done me in, my legs feel like they are on fire, and my left ankle feels heavy and stiff, as though it was being strangled.

Looking up, I notice that I've fallen in a rather secluded area of town, almost no foot traffic here at all, so these miscreants will have a field day, I wonder what they'll actually do now that they've finally caught me.

They surround me, two of them ripping my backpack from me despite my struggle to keep hold of it. The leader marches forward and shoves me, allowing them to grab the bag away. They unzip it before turning it upside down, shaking everything out onto the floor.

We watch as clothes, food, paper and pens tumble out. They look disappointed when nothing else appears, what were they expecting, cash? As if I have any left...

The leader and his lackeys roughly lift me from the ground, having to hold me up since my legs have stopped functioning. Just as they're about to speak, a stern voice erupts from behind them.

"Aufhören (Stop)." They all freeze, the boys looking back to see who interrupted them. I look as well, though it took a lot of effort.

There, standing imposingly a few steps away is the man with the blue eyes, I ran into him, what is he doing stopping these boys from hurting me?

"Was (What)?" The leader questions, he tries to sound stern as well, but I can see him shrinking away when the man steps closer.

"Verpisst euch, lauft zu euren Müttern (Fuck off, go run to your mothers)." He growls in a deep tone, I can feel the disgust in his voice when speaking to these boys. 

They apparently don't need to be told twice, they release me, allowing me to crumple to the floor as they bolt away in the opposite direction. I feel dazed after everything that happened, but looking down at the ground, I can't help but feel despair swelling in my throat. Among the content of my bag was a picture of me and my parents, they're smiling and happy, and so was I. That was our last photo together before the fighting started again.

I reach out and grab the crumpled photograph, gently bringing it up so I could cradle it. I glance at the stranger as he steps closer before kneeling down. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't for him to begin collecting my belongings and putting them back into my bag. 

I can tell he has his suspicions upon viewing my dirty clothing, the toothpaste and toothbrush, as well as the bits of old food wrapped up for later. He finishes zipping up the bag before gently placing it in front of me.

"Wo ist deine Mutter? Dein Vater (Where is your mother? Your father)?" He questions with a concerned tone, I glance into his eyes before quickly looking away. He's very intimidating, even when he's being so nice.

"Weg (Gone)." I reply solemnly. My parents may not be dead, but I don't plan on ever going back, they're better off without me.

"Nun, wer ist für Sie zuständig (Well, who is responsible for you)?" He asks again, hoping that someone is out there looking after me. I sadly, can't give him that answer, it would be wrong to lie to the man who saved me.

"Nur ich (Only me)." I respond, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I'm terrified, what if he turns me into the authorities, or puts me in an orphanage? Or worse, what if he takes me back to New York! 

"Nur Sie? Hier draußen (Just you? Out here)?" He sounds shocked, his eyebrows scrunch up in worry, a distant look appearing in his eyes. He tilts his head in thought, of what, I'm unsure. He stands abruptly, and I'm sure he's going to leave, allow me to be alone again; but I'm the shocked one now when I notice his outstretched his hand.

I analyze it for a few seconds, wondering whether I should accept it, what happens if I do accept it? Is this a mere action of kindness before leaving me, or will this lead to more actions occurring? So many questions in my head silenced when I reach out and place my hand in his, allowing his firm grip to pull me off the floor. 

My legs are still regaining their senses, but he supports me as I try to remember how to stand. I look down at my legs and notice the scrapes and cuts along them, mostly localized around my knees as they are what I fell on during my tumble. I shift my gaze up to my hands, they are so small against his,  knuckles scraped and bleeding from sliding against the ground.

I tilt my head at them, so many injuries in such a short span of time, how will I fix them? I don't have any bandages on me, and I certainly can't afford to buy any.

"Komm, ich bringe das in Ordnung (Come on, I'll fix it)." I just nod my head, who am I to rebuke against his orders, especially after how he's treated me?

"Wie ist Ihr Name (What is your name)?" My words are slow as I try to remember what to say, I am doing better at understanding what is being said, but have trouble speaking the language. I can see the man raise an eyebrow, I almost think he won't answer me.

" Simon. Und du (Simon. And you)?" He states, walking with me through the town market, grasping my hand tighter when he notices the group of boys that had been terrorizing me cross the street.

"Y/N." I respond quietly, it's almost a whisper. It's been so long since I've spoken, let alone this much; I haven't said my name once during my stay here, so it's a strange feeling.

_______

After that day, Simon took me in, cleaned my wounds and bandaged them, gave me a hot meal to eat, and a room to rest in.

He unofficially adopted me after a year, explaining to me that I'm like a daughter to him, and that he want me to see him as my father. He didn't have to ask though, I've seen him as my father since the day we first met.

The first months were hard if I'm being honest, I had no idea how to act around a father figure, especially not after what happened with my actual dad. I was a lot more skittish, scared of maintaining eye contact, terrified by the slightest raise in his voice. Those behaviors began to melt away when I realized he wouldn't push me away, that he actually invited my company and tried to do things that I enjoyed - such as painting with me, or taking me into nature so I could write poems in the serene environment.

He asked me quite early on who my parents were and what happened. I was afraid that if he knew they were alive, that he would send me back to them; but I never was able to lie to him. I told him the truth about my parents, who they were, why I ran away, etc. He talked to me about it, and actually explained to me the dark history between his brother and my father.

He was empathetic towards me, explaining that he had similar feelings of displacement when he was staying with his family; it felt good having someone that could relate to me. He would reassure me during times of self-hatred, comforting me, stating that I was never the problem, that my parents should've never made me feel that way. He promised me that he will never allow them to treat me like that again.

The adoption was a quiet affair, he had documents for me falsified so that it stated I was a German citizen that he adopted out of the orphanage.

Yes, I know they were falsified, and I know all about his side of business; he told me the night beforehand what type of person he was, as well as the types of jobs he does. I'll admit, he caught me off guard since he's quite amiable, but I suppose everyone has sides that no one understands.

Some of his close friends that he works with were there to witness my adoption, they were polite and friendly as well. I had never felt more accepted in my life than I did when I was with Simo–my father, and I don't plan on ever letting go of this feeling. 

[rodimusprime2017]

SCREAMS DIE HARD

Y/N McClane: I’m bringing in a new rule, stupid Ghostface knockoff!

Richie: Well?

Y/N: Next time you have the chance to kill someone, don’t hesitate.

Richie: What?

Y/N grabs the pistol and shoots Richie multiple times, causing him to scream in pain as Y/N pins Richie against the wall with a yell and shoots him in the head.

Y/N: Thanks for the advice.

Sam Carpenter: Ghostface, meet the son of John McClane.

[leon-kennedy1]

Simon Gruber x Female!McClane'sSister!Reader x Cheater!Zeus: My darling.~

(Fluff to Smut, Listen to Maneater on the second part, Warning racist word.-)

Mcclane nods as you rub your arm nervous about what Simon has in plan for you and your brother. The police van pulls away from the curb, does a U-turn, and heads south on Amsterdam. Mcclane watches the van go as you look at your older brother. He knew not to be in Harlem because Zeus had cheated on you with someone else and it was heartbreaking for you. He turns and looks at the run-down surroundings as he holds your hand. He puts on the sandwich board while nodding at you and hugging you. "Be safe Y\N.." He mumbled while you nodded at your brother. Mcclane heads north on the sidewalk, heading toward 138th street, one block away, you were going south, wearing a baby pink dress with heels as you walked to Renaissance Harlem, the restaurant owned by the black people there, that's where Simon said to meet you. Zeus would steal glances at you but think nothing of it, he knew what he did was wrong.

As you entered the room, you saw Simon sitting alone at a separate table. You cleared your throat and tapped his shoulder as you approached him. He looked up, smiled, and stood up to greet you. "Miss McClane," he said in his thick German accent as he kissed your hand. "I have a feeling that John doesn't know, my sweet?" You smiled and replied, "Not even a clue, my love." Simon smiled in relief. "Good. I don't want you to get caught and end up in jail because of me with that Zeus," he whispered in your ear as he held you close by your waist. You smiled back and held him close. "How about we get out of here?" He suggested to you as he smiled. You nodded eagerly and went in his car you could see John in the distance having on the sign 'I hate Niggers.', he was dared by Simon as he drove away looking for the bomb and Zeus was approaching him.

As you drove to your house with Simon, he would hold onto your hand and kiss it gently as you drove unaware that the night was getting farther, sexual way.

He would take your hand and go into his bedroom before closing the door.

(Time Skip-)

"Simon.." You whimpered against him in his bedroom as he kissed you softly as he went in you softly as he fucked you gently on the bed as he kissed down your neck to your lips. He would kiss down your collarbone and hold onto your waist. He groaned as he kissed your chest and held you down as he sucked on your chest and you whimpered holding onto his head as you were close. You whined quietly as he kept going and cummed down on the bed as he cummed on the outside. "Oh fuck..That was nice love..." He sighed and laid down as you got on top of his chest.

See, Simon was seen as a villain in John's eyes. But whenever it was you, you were his lovely silly girlfriend who loved him for how he was.

[nnnyxie]

LOOKED UP DIE HARD X READER OUT OF CURIOSITY (also bc i’m rewatching die hard) AND TELL ME WHY THERE ARE SO MANY OF THE BAD GUYS X READERS???????

THE FIRST ONE I SAW WAS A GRUBER X MCCLANE!Y/N

[abbyilr1967]

Drabble - Jake x Reader Platonic

Prompt: Ten Fingers And Ten Toes

A/n: I know this is a lot shorter than the other drabbles I do, but I just finished season 7 of B99 and needed to write about it. Also if you are new to my work here is where you can find a Masterlist of everything I’ve posted. 

Warnings: * Does contain spoilers from season 7*

Word Count: 194

You knock lightly on the hospital room door before pushing your way inside. You are greeted by Jake at the door with a hug

“Hey Y/n, come in come in,” Jake says.

“Hey,” you say. You remember when Jake had told you that Amy was pregnant, you were so shocked that your childhood friend was about to be a father.

As Jake steps out of the way you finally get a good look at their baby. 

“Awe he’s so cute,” you squeal, like most people would when they see that cute of a baby. 

“What’s his name?” you ask. 

“Mac,” Jake says. “Short for McClane,” Amy says proudly. 

“After John McClane from Die Hard!” you and Jake exclaim at the same time. 

“Congratulations again you guys, I know you’re going to be great parents,” you say. 

“And Auntie Y/n is gonna spoil you to death,” you giggle as you boop Mac’s nose. 

You straighten your back and give Jake the most serious look you can make.

“Now I’ve got to get the most important question out of the way….” you pause for dramatic effect. 

“Does he have all ten fingers and toes?”

[hopelesswritergall]

a Jake x fem!reader and the prompt is that Jake introduces the reader to the whole squad

YESSSSSS!!

Let me know what you thought of this in my ask box or in the comments! Feedback is always wanted!

"So, Y/N I know that you want to meet the sqaudddd so I did something" this was the first thing Jake sad when you woke up next to him on Friday. "What did you do Jake?" You asked despite knowing that it would probably be something stupid. "Wellll, they don't know that I'm dating anyone, but you know who they are so that obviously has to change, you know?" "I don't like where this is going Jake, next thing you know you say that you want to pretend that I'm a criminal and introduce me in the interrogation room!" Jake quickly looked at you and very very quickly erased something from his notes on his phone. "Alrighty then, not that plan, falling through the roof? Knocking on the window? You come dressed up as Holly McClane and start to make out with me?" "No and it is Holly Gennero remember? They divorced." Jake just looked at you with those puppy love eyes. "How about I just walk in with some coffee and lunch for you? You can say you forgot it at home babe?" "Fine, boring but it came from you so it's great." He looked at the time and went to pick out clothes. Cue the whistling from your end, "My man is looking fine today, hurry up and go to work ill come around in the midday." He blew you a quick kiss before bolting out the door.

It was a pretty normal day in the precinct nothing out of the ordinary. Scully had another 'small' heart attack and holt didn't smile. Just a normal friday you would say. But Jake couldn't hide his excitement from his best friend Charles. Well Charles just assumed, and Jake spilled that there would be a surprise this midday. Let's be honest Charles couldn't keep this a secret very long and soon enough the squad all knew something would happen just not yet what would happen. Although they prepared for the worst believe me, the fire extinguisher close to Rosa was just a minor detail.

As you entered the building you walked towards the receptionist who just asked some routine questions and directed you towards the floor you boyfriend was on. Hearing the sound of the elevator Jake peeked to see if it was you, and there you were. With a cup of coffee and a sandwich from subway. Your eyes scanned the room and saw his fluffy hair which you could recognize miles away. "Jake there you are! I noticed you didn't take your food with you this morning so i thought I would visit you at work." You said while smiling at him, not noticing the eyes his colleagues gave each other in surprise that Jake had a girlfriend. "Thanks BABE! How much I LOVE you for doing this!" He almost yelled the words to make sure everyone heard it. Amy came up to him and took him away to have a small squad meeting, leaving you there to sit at his desk and sort the files why not.

"Who is that Jake? Did you kidnap her?" Terry asked worried for you. "No, that is my girlfriend from 8 months." Jake admitted to the squad. "8 months?!?!" "How did you keep this a secret?" Gina genuinely asked. "It was never a subject of conversation, at least not a serious one." You had stood up from his desk and walked to the break room. "Uhm Jake I've got to go, so unless you're going to introduce me now, I'm leaving" "Oh yeah of course."

"The scary looking one is Rosa, the big guy is Terry, the one with the boring outfit is Amy, the one with the phone is Gina, the small one is Charles and the one who never expresses emotions is Captain Holt." Jake said while pointing at each one. "It was very nice to meet you all, I hope to see you another time!" you said while leaving the break room waving and smiling. "Well Jake, I've only just met her but if you hurt her, I'll hurt you." Rosa said while smiling weirdly. "I won't I Won't.

[thoughtfuladventures]

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Jake Peralta x reader a one-shot

unleashed my inner creativity here and it got very unnecessarily detailed lol also not sure if it's completely plausible but--

future apologies if your name is Evelyn,, i just really that name c:

please enjoy! :)

You stepped out of the taxi and adjusted your uncomfortably short, red dress, gazing at the mansion-like house nervously. No, this wasn't some sort of family reunion, or a strange blind Tinder date; it was a case. Of course, at this point, you wished it was anything but.

This was a party hosted by famous 43-year-old author James Price, although to many others, he was said to be a notorious mob boss. Lately, New York had been victim to more than half a dozen homicides, and rumour has he and his henchmen were to blame. The trouble was that no matter how clever the police were, Price always appeared to be three steps ahead. There was never any evidence, and Price always had a solid alibi . . . however the same couldn't be said for his henchmen, but they frankly didn't seem to exist. They were never caught on camera and never left any fingerprints, so it was impossible for them to be identified and interrogated. Peralta joked that they lived in the shadows and were like the evil versions of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

You cleared your head by watching the last bit of sun finally sink below the horizon, and walked to a secluded spot where you and Jake had decided to meet. Hours prior, you two were instructed to pose as brother and sister, and discreetly infiltrate the event to ultimately uncover any information to put him and his unknown assassins behind bars. You just hoped for a smooth operation.

Jake rounded the corner, dashingly dressed in a suit and tie, and spotted you. "There you are, {Y/n}...Whoa." His eyes widened and he looked at you up and down, flustering slightly. "You...look really nice."

A blush rose to your face. "Thanks," you shyly beamed, smiling at him, "You look really nice too." In the time since you'd been transferred to the 99th precinct merely a week ago, you had begun to develop a crush on your colleague, but avoided mixing business with pleasure and kept your distance. You brushed off the compliment, too preoccupied to think about such trivial things at the moment, and figured out your plan—which was essentially: find some sort of incriminating evidence. Jake held out his arm, and you took a deep breath as he escorted you inside.

It was like something out of a movie. Numerous chandeliers glittered in the light, hanging from the high ceiling. Classy women and men mingled the floor as waiters serving champagne and fancy finger-foods slipped from one side of the room to the other. A live quartet played upon a raised platform, the sounds of classical pieces filling the air. You felt like you'd just stepped into a previous century.

Jake nudged you gently and nodded toward the other side of the room, where the man of the hour stood talking to several people. You two wandered over to him to introduce yourselves using your cover-identities.

"Mr. Price," Jake began in a posh voice as they shook hands, "Bruce McClane. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've read all your work."

"Oh?" the author questioned, impressed. "Which was your favourite?"

Jake paused, freezing up slightly, before slowly going with, "The first one." Quickly changing the subject, Jake pulled you closer to join the conversation. "Uh—This is my sister, Evelyn."

"Hello," you greeted with a smile. As soon as Mr. Price got a good look at you, he swiftly took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

"Hello indeed," he remarked, his eyes never leaving yours.

This might be easier than you thought.

"I'm just going to sneak off to the little boy's room for a moment," Jake lied to Mr. Price before facing you sternly, still in character. "Behave."

You quirked an eyebrow at him before he left, disappearing into a crowd of people. "You haven't read any of my novels, have you?" Mr. Price asked, bringing your attention back to himself.

"Actually, I have," you replied truthfully. "Only one, though; 'The Silver Locket'—but that's mostly because I'm a slow reader." Well, okay, the slow reader bit was a lie, but you really did pick up that book (albeit at random) after being assigned the case. What better way to study a villain than by what he writes.

Nevertheless, your small joke made him chuckle. "I do have them in audiobooks, too," he stated, smirking. "Read by yours truly."

"I just might look into that," you spoke, attempting to be flirtatious. "Your voice is so sexy. I'd love to hear it more often."

A waiter passed by and Mr. Price took two glasses of champagne from him, giving one of them to you. "As a matter of fact, I record them right here; just down the hall."

Staying in character, you popped your eyes and widened your smile. "Really? I'd love to see the studio!" Maybe he'd lead you somewhere important.

"No, I can't," he waved off in protest, lifting his gaze and grinning at no one in particular, "I have guests to talk to—"

"And I'm sure they'll be happy to wait!" you persisted, placing your hand on his arm. "Just five minutes!" He looked at you, hesitant. "Please?"

It was your please that made him finally give in. "Oh, alright," he agreed with a smirk, letting you take his arm as he led you down the hall to his recording studio.

Unlocking the door and extending an arm for you to enter, you were greeted by a strong smell of aged books and new recording devices. Shelves and shelves of novels lined three of the walls, while a large desk was pushed against the main one, papers strewn all over its surface. The recording equipment all sat in one of the room's corners next to a pile of acoustic foam squares, and a large poster of one of his other novels, 'Frozen Keys', was hung on the back of what looked like a closet door.

"This is where you record?" You acted awestruck, your eyes darting everywhere. "It looks more like a library!"

He chuckled at that, closing the door behind him. "I am a writer after all, Evelyn. I pretty much eat, sleep, and breathe books." He slowly walked up to you at the desk, where you were surreptitiously examining the papers. No such luck; they seemed to only be pages from his novels. It wasn't that surprising though. He didn't seem like the foolish type to leave important documents just lying around.

"Do you write in here too?" you asked, genuinely curious at this point.

"Sometimes," he answered honestly. "This is but one of my many inspirational places."

You could've sworn you saw the closet door open an inch; just out of the corner of your eye. "And what are your other places?"

"Well, out on the balcony, for one," he began, unaware that your gaze was on the closet door—which was actually opening—"but we've been talking about me for way too long." As Price slowly inched closer, you were forced into sitting upon the table's surface. "I want to know more about you and what goes on in that pretty little head of yours."

Jake's head peeked out of the closet as he attempted to leave, and he flashed you a small device in success. Price noticed your gaze and made to follow it—but you grabbed his arms, turning him to look at you. "No!" He was a little shocked until you quickly recovered, smiling kindly at him. "I'd much rather know more about your books."

He stepped closer, his hands attaching to your waist. "And I'd much rather taste your lips," he drawled with the hint of a smirk, leaning in.

Just then the door clicked open, signalling Jake's attempt at an exit, and Price heard. Acting quick, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him fervently. He groaned in pleasure, immediately distracted by your lips upon his. You hated this; you hated throwing yourself at him—no matter how decently attractive he looked. But Jake's cover was in danger, and in turn, so was yours.

Price grinned darkly through the kiss, attacking your lips as his hands roamed your body. You waited a few more seconds to make sure Jake had left, faking a moan just to keep Price happy, and then broke apart, breathing deeply. Realizing the case was, in fact, clear, you gently pushed him away and got off the desk, turning around to look at him solemnly. "I ought to head back."

Before you could reach the door, his hands gripped your wrists and pulled you back to him. "But things are just getting started, baby" he remarked, dipping down to pepper kisses along your neck.

"Mr. Price, my brother might be wondering where I am," you stated, adding a moan somewhere in the middle.

"Let him wonder. I'd rather you say my name again." His voice was deeper; more lust-filled. If it was under any other circumstance, you might've considered it attractive—hell, even sexy. But you had to leave. Who knew what would happen if he found out why you were really there.

Pulling away once again, you gave him a reassuring smile. "At least just let me tell him...I'll be a while." You gazed at him alluringly and smirked to emphasize the euphemism.

Thankfully, he let you go. "Make it quick."

As soon as you were out of sight, you quickly headed down the hall and made your way through the crowd toward the front door, your heart pounding.

You spotted Jake at the end of the drive and hurried up to him just as a taxi neared. "So you got something?" He nodded. You both got into the back seat and he handed you a USB drive as the car took off to the precinct.

"What did you find?" you questioned, curiously staring at the device as if you could see the evidence inside.

"Enough."

You waited a moment, but when he didn't continue, you knew something was wrong. Jake seemed a little distant than usual . . . colder, perhaps. It wasn't that difficult to figure out why. "Listen, me kissing him—It didn't mean anything," you began, but Jake stopped you.

"No, {Y/n}, I get it; you were distracting him so I could get out. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Of course," you replied a little quietly, though you had a feeling that he still didn't fully agree with your actions. You hesitated, nervous as to what you were about to tell him. "I would've liked it to be you instead." You trailed off as a small blush rose to your face, hoping he'd understand.

Jake suddenly turned in his seat and lifted your chin slightly as he leaned in, passionately pressing his lips to yours. You happily kissed back with a smile. When he broke apart, you looked at him curiously, jokingly asking, "How long have you waited to do that?"

He chuckled a little, dropping his gaze for a moment. "It's just, hearing him talk like that to you—and not being able to do anything about it..."

"I get it." You smiled kindly, holding his hand, before excitedly shaking him a little. "Now tell me about the evidence!"

He grinned. "The closet, the one that I was hiding in, it led to another room with everything. Most of the evidence was on his laptop, but there was also one of those photo walls, with red string? Linking his previous and next vics. I got a picture on my phone."

After showing you, he leaned back against the seat and you joined him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you as best as he could, considering the seatbelts, but it was nice. He kissed the top of your head, and sighed. "Man, am I glad to get out of there. I almost broke, like, fifteen things."

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a.n.:

i was given the idea of a jealous!Jake x reader, so i thought i'd give it a go.

and i felt like avoiding the {IMO} overly done, clichéd, "hit on by a creep in a bar and then saved by the protagonist" type of one-shot—not that those aren't good. i'm a sucker for them—but i decided to create this one instead.

also the novel titles are completely made up lol just like most of the things in this :P

oh and thanks for reading <33

k byeee

[ageless-aislynn]

rules: spell your url with song titles 

Nobody tagged me but I saw it and wanted to do it, so... 🤷‍♀️😉

a - Adore You - Harry Styles

g - Gangsta - Kehlani (link is to my Nyx/Luna Kingsglaive vid 😉)

e - Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

l - Love and War - Fleurie

e - Evermore - Taylor Swift ft Bon Iver

s - So Heavy I Fell Through The Earth - Grimes

s - Smokestacks - LAYLA

a - Arcade - Duncan Laurence

i - I Found - Amber Run

s - Santa Monica - Theory of a Deadman

l - Lurk - The Neighbourhood (link is to my Francis Dolarhyde/Reba McClane Hannibal vid)

y - You Are The Reason - Calum Scott

n - Nightcall - Kavinsky

n - Numb - Linkin Park

Tagging: anybody who’d like to do this. C’mon, jump on it and be a rebel like me, lol!

[frostedfaves]

How I Met Your Mother

Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader

Summary: A mini Peralta gets a bedtime story.

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: none

A/N: I originally planned on adding this to my queue but it’s just too cute not to post now. I’ve got more wattpad reposts queued to post over the next week or so, but I’m still working on your requests when I have time!

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"Daddy!"

Jake turns from locking the apartment door with a grin. "Why hello there, little Tommy. Why are we whispering, bub?" he questioned in a hushed tone as he picked up his son with one arm, balancing his work bag on his opposite shoulder.

"Mommy fell asleep while she was reading to me and you said if I'm too loud she turns into the Hulk's hot sister."

Jake laughed. "I did say that and I really hope you did not tell her. Okay, how about this?" He put Tommy down and knelt to look him in the eye. "Why don't you go get in bed and I'll tell you a story from my own brilliant mind once I get settled?"

"Okay!"

Jake chuckled as he watched him run off before walking into the bedroom he shared with Y/N. He felt an instant fluttering in his chest at the sight of his wife slumped against the pillows, light snores falling from her slightly parted lips. He carefully removed the opened book from her limp hand and placed it on the bedside table. After putting his bag away and changing into comfortable bedclothes, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and turned the lamp off on his way out.

"Alright," Jake began as he settled onto the edge of the bed, curling an arm around a yawning Tommy. "I've decided to tell you the story of how I met your mother."

"Isn't that the name of the show Mommy likes so much?"

"Yeah, but my story has a much better ending," Jake responded with his eyebrows raised, trying not to laugh at his son's seemingly comprehensive nod in response. "So it all started when I was about 12 years old..."

Jake groaned as a final kick was sent to his abdomen before catching a sideways view of the older kids laughing and walking off. He was in a new neighborhood since his mother got evicted and was forced to move in with his grandmother, and the high school boys that lived here seemed to have a personal grudge against him.

"Are you okay?"

Jake turned his head to see a beautiful girl standing over him and the wind was knocked from him again, a little less painful this time. He  watched as she knelt beside him and boldly lifted his shirt, pressing her fingers along his torso. Had he not been so in awe of her every move he might have considered pushing her away.

"Okay, nothing's broken but you're gonna need some ice on these incoming bruises." She held out a hand and waited until he took it before helping him to his feet.

"Thanks. I can't wait till I'm old enough to be a cop so I can arrest jerks like that," he grumbled as he dusted himself off.

"I think detectives are cooler. You could wear your badge on a chain around your neck like John McClane." Her eyes widened at his look of confusion. "You've never seen Die Hard?!"

Jake shook his head. "No. What's that, a show or something?"

She let out a heavy sigh, picking up his bag and handing it to him. "Follow me." She turned and started walking, Jake not far behind.

"Where are we going?"

"To my house," she called over her shoulder. "You need some ice but more importantly, you need to see the coolest movie in existence."

"After a night of watching our favorite movie in the entire world and falling in love without even knowing what love really was, my mom picked me up. For the rest of the school year, she started walking home with me a different way so those bullies never found me again and each day I found more reasons to love her."

"Was she your best friend?" Tommy asked, thumb in mouth and eyes drooping.

"Yes and she still is. Don't tell Uncles Charles though," Jake told him as he ran his fingers through his son's hair, watching as he began to give in to sleep.

"Hey."

Jake looked up and smiled at the sight of Y/N watching her favorite guys from the doorway. He left a quick kiss on Tommy's forehead before getting off the bed, flicking the light switch and cracking the door behind him. His arms found their way around Y/N's shoulders as hers curled around his waist, pressing her lips quickly to his before settling her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.

"I hope he finds someone to watch Die Hard with for the rest of eternity, too."

"He has to. We need someone to impress with the knowledge that his name is actually short for Nakatomi."

[lolahasmoxie]

Christmas Eve

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Y/N

Warning: curse words, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1351

Notes: Popped into my head while watching Die Hard and drinking Bourbon-laced Egg Nog. Merry Christmas ya filthy animals.

You’d had a very trying and exhausting day. All you wanted to do was lie on the couch and watch John McClane kick some bad-guy ass, but now you were being forced off the couch to answer the person who was now incessantly banging on your apartment door.

“C’mon Y/N, I know you’re in there!” You knew that voice; it belonged to your former partner and now ADA Sonny Carisi. When you opened the door, you saw his expression going from annoyance to confusion in a fraction of a second.

“Sonny, what are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Staten Island?”

“My sisters and I decided we were all gonna stay at home, we didn’t want my folks to get sick. You’re okay.”

“Uh, yeah. Should I not be?” You moved aside and let Sonny into your apartment. He looked around for a moment while he gathered his bearings; it had been a while since he had been over. The small space was decorated with lights and a Christmas tree, the smell of cookies still fresh in the air.

“Finn called, said you got hurt following a perp today. I swear that call took a freaking year off my life.” You groaned at the memory of this afternoon and your annoyance at your meddling partner. “You gonna tell me what happened, why you didn’t call me?”

“Nothing happened.”

“It had to be something for Finn to call me.” You sighed, looking away as your cheeks grew red. You muttered something under your breath. “What, what did you say?”

“I fell.”

“You fell.”

“Yes, Sonny…. I fell. We were chasing a perp and I didn’t see a patch of ice and I went ass over heels. Must have looked pretty bad cause the guy stopped running and came back to see if I needed help.”

“Seriously?” you nodded, and you watched as he scanned you over to see for himself. You were dressed in bright tacky Christmas leggings and an oversized Die Hard shirt, your right ankle sporting an ace bandage.

“Yep, ankle hurt a bit, so I had Rollins wrap it before I came home. Only thing hurt was my pride.” You studied his face; he truly had a terrible poker face, and you knew that there was something else going on. “So are you going to tell me why you came over here guns blazing?” He looked at the floor, his tell-tale sign that was going to think before he spoke, so you crossed your arms and waited.

“Finn said your name and hurt, and I felt my heart drop to my stomach.”

“Sonny, that’s part of the job, you know that.”

“I know, but it’s different now that I’m off the force, I can’t be there to watch your back anymore.”

“Sonny, you know I can handle myself.”

“Never said you couldn’t….”

“Then why are you freaking out?”

“Because I’m scared of losing you!” he said loudly. That was not the explanation you were expecting and judging by the look on Sonny’s face you were sure that he hadn’t planned on divulging that bit of information either. A moment passed before you could bring yourself to speak.

“Sonny, I’m going to ask you something and you have to be completely honest with me.” He pursed his lips, nodding his head for you to continue. “How long have we known each other?”

“6 years.” He said without missing a beat. You took a deep breath; it was now or never.

“And how long have you had feelings for me.” He sniffed, looking away from you as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“About five minutes after our first conversation. When I first saw you, I thought you were so pretty, and then after five minutes I was hooked. You are so smart, and you have the kindest heart out of anyone I’ve ever met.  I know I should have said something sooner, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He finally met your gaze, and your mind flashed through every single stolen glance, every moment where you wondered and hoped that there might be a chance that he felt the same way that you did. He sighed, then looked away, stuffing his hands into his jacket. “Look, I’m glad you’re okay, I should get going.” You were shocked back into reality when he moved to leave, and you figured it was now or never. You stepped directly in front of him, reached up for his collar, and pulled him down until your lips met. He did nothing at first, but then his hands cupped your face, and it was perfect. When you finally pulled away for air, you stared at each other, elation filling you when a huge grin spread across Sonny’s handsome face.

“We should have done that sooner.” He chuckled leaning down to kiss you again, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“So, what happens now?”

“If I know you, you have your go bag in your car?” He looked away with a smirk, a clear sign that you had guessed correctly. “Why don’t you grab it while I get us some drinks, and then we’ll watch a movie.”

“It’s a date.” He leaned down to kiss you again, and you tossed him your apartment key before he left. You pulled down two whiskey glasses and filled them with eggnog and bourbon before sitting down on your couch. You pulled up Die Hard on the TV and only had to wait about 10 minutes before Sonny came back. He kicked off his sneakers and jacket before joining you on the couch, his arm going around your shoulder as you handed him his drink.

“Holy shit, how much booze is in this?”

“Hey, I fell in front of a perp today. Ugh, there’s definitely going to be a bruise on the side of my ass in the morning.” Sonny chuckled as he brought the glass to his lips.

“You know, I could always kiss it and make it better.” You playfully shoved his shoulder before starting the movie. By the time John had saved the day and Nakatomi Plaza, Sonny was reclining on the couch and you were comfortably nestled into his side, your eggnog glasses empty on the coffee table. You yawned as you turned off the TV, the Christmas lights bathing your apartment in a warm colorful glow. “I guess that’s my cue to hit the road.”

“Absolutely not.” You replied as you both got off the couch. “Look, it’s late and I would really like for you to stay over. We can talk in the morning, ok?” He nodded, a huge grin on his face, and he kissed you quickly before you both began to clean up. The door was checked, the lights turned off, and the glasses cleaned before you both found yourselves in your bedroom. You had changed in the bathroom, your heart beating fast at everything that had happened. When you came out, Sonny looked at you and honest to God blushed. He walked past you into the bathroom while you pulled back the comforter and got in your bed. You leaned against the headboard, closing your eyes until you heard Sonny a moment later. You opened an eye to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking at you with complete adoration. It was a look you could get used to.

“You’re staring.”

“I just really like seeing you in bed, waiting for me. I never thought this would happen.”

“C’mon, let’s go to sleep.” He pulled back the comforter, and when you turned on your side you felt your breath hitch when he curled his body behind yours. He placed his arm around your waist, and you couldn’t hide your shivers when you felt his warm breath against your neck. His warmth enveloped you completely, and in minutes you felt sleep calling for you. Before you drifted off you felt Sonny’s lips lay a kiss to your shoulder, his voice raspy in your ear.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Sonny.”

[kpopfanfictrash]

The Suspenders

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Word Count: 2,048

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A Brooklyn 99 inspired drabble, featuring Jungkook as Peralta, Namjoon as Holt, and I’ll let you guess the rest. ALTERNATIVELY TITLED: Shanna writes fanfic within fanfic as an excuse to have Jungkook doing dumb shit in an uniform. Go nuts!

“JEON.” Crossing both arms over his chest, Kim Namjoon regards Jungkook with a mixture of exasperation and antipathy. “Do you care to explain why, for the past several days, you have worn those ungodly apparatuses into my workspace?”

“Captain, I’m so glad that you asked.” Jungkook reclines in his seat. “These are what we on the street call suspenders.”

“I know that.” Namjoon stares. “I am familiar with the vast array of garments which can adorn the human body. What I am not familiar with is why you are now choosing to dress like a Prohibition era mobster to work.”

“Well, Hoseok is at home taking care of his sick girls.” Jungkook speaks as though this should be an explanation. “I thought the office would be going through withdrawal.”

“I, for one, think he looks great in them.” Jimin beams from the desk beside Jungkook, giving him a thumbs-up.

“Thank you, Jimin.” Jungkook turns around in his chair. “I’m wearing these suspenders to increase precinct morale.”

Unable to stay silent any longer, you look up from your desk. For the past several minutes, you have been – unsuccessfully – pretending Jungkook is mute. 

“The Captain makes an excellent point,” you butt in. “Those suspenders are more distracting than they are motivating.”

Jungkook’s grin widens. “What’s so distracting about them? Is it the way they highlight my spectacularly toned physique?”

Forehead wrinkling, you give him a look which clearly states you do not trust his level of sanity. “Please. More like you would get caught on a doorframe running into a raid and kill us both.”

“He’s right,” Yoongi says, not looking up from his computer. “You would get yourself killed by suspenders, Jeon.”

“Really?” Jungkook cocks his head. “I always thought I would go out in a dashing way. You know, like John McClane or something.”

Staring at him, you attempt to ascertain whether he is being serious. “You know just because the movie is entitled Die Hard doesn’t mean they actually died hard, right?”

“Obviously.” Releasing his suspenders, they thud against his chest with a dull snap. Jungkook winces. “It was a metaphor. Duh.”

After another long moment, you turn to face Namjoon. “I second your question, Captain. Jungkook and I are supposed to be on a stake-out tonight and if he doesn’t change his outfit, I have major concerns.”

“Me too,” Jungkook says. “My concerns are different from hers, though. I’m largely concerned with the stick up Y/N’s ass.”

“There is no stick up my ass,” you snap, scowling darkly at him. “That would be highly improbable, not to mention painful.”

“Highly-improbable-not-to-mention-painful – title of Y/N’s sex tape!” Jungkook blurts out, high-fiving Jimin. “Captain, I can assure you these suspenders will not get in the way of my job performance.”

“Oh, come on –”

“Prove it.” Namjoon unfolds his arms.

Both you and Jungkook cease talking at once.

“I – what?” Jungkook stares in disbelief at the Captain.

“Prove it,” Namjoon repeats, arching a brow. “Demonstrate you can carry out your professional responsibilities in a satisfactory manner before leaving for your stake-out, or I will formally require you remove your suspenders.”

“But…” Jungkook sputters, trailing off. “Hoseok wears them all the time!”

“Hoseok is a more competent detective than you,” says Namjoon, utterly serious. “Any other objections?”

Grinning widely, you lean back in your seat – the proverbial cat who ate the canary. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Captain.”

“And seeing as Y/N is the one concerned by this safety hazard,” Namjoon adds, turning to you, “I suggest she perform said demonstration herself.”

Your smile disappears. “What?”

Namjoon waves a hand. “Since the main concern is Detective Jeon incapacitating himself whilst in the line of duty, it only seems logical we simulate said responsibilities and see how he responds. Yes?”

“I – I guess.” Beneath your desk, your foot has ceased tapping.

“And as his partner, you are best suited to performing said simulation. Yes?”

“What about Jimin?” you meekly suggest. “He lives for this kind of thing.”

“Jimin is too loyal to Jungkook. The entire test would be a farce.”

“He’s right,” Jimin agrees. “It would be.”

“Good.” Namjoon nods solemnly. “Now that we are all in agreement, might I suggest the following? Y/N and Jungkook are on their stake-out when their location is compromised by a local gang member – Y/N, you will play the role of said adversary.”

“I – wonderful, sir,” you say, somewhat dazed.

“Hang on.” Jungkook holds up a finger. “If Y/N is said gang member, then who will play Y/N on the stake-out?”

“Excellent point, Jeon.” Namjoon pivots. “Jimin, you can play Y/N.”

“Of course, sir!” Jimin jumps up and salutes. “Always happy to help out in any role-playing scenario. Just let me get into character.” Scrunching his face, Jimin flicks pretend hair over one shoulder. “Mah,” he says, opening and closing his mouth. “Mah! MAH!”

“Captain Kim,” you protest, staring at Jimin incredulously. “Is this necessary?”

“Good question. Detective Park – is this necessary to get into character?”

Shaking his hands at the wrists, Jimin bounces up and down. “Yes, this is imperative to my creative process, but I’m finished. Where should I stand?”

“Over there.” Namjoon gestures at the open space before the water cooler. “Detectives Jeon and Park, please adopt your positions as the two on the stake-out. Y/N, you will enter from stage right and attempt to disarm Detective Jeon.”

“Captain...” Your brow furrows. “I must say, I don’t think this proves –”

“Are you questioning the Captain’s methods?” Jungkook stands from his desk. “I happen to think this is a great idea.”

“Stop talking, Jeon,” Namjoon says mildly. “Or I may change my mind.”

“Noted, sir.”

Jungkook strides across the precinct floor, adjusting his suspenders. Your eyes fall briefly to the curve of his ass, held snug by his pants and equally fast, you force your gaze upwards.

“Fine.” Standing, you smooth down the front of your shirt. “I’ll play along. Prepare for an epic beat-down, Jeon.”  

“Been preparing my whole life for that.”

Having no response to this, you slowly close your mouth.

The rest of the precinct is now paying attention, having set down their belongings as the situation unfolded. Jimin remains firmly in character as you, responding to Jungkook in a girlish falsetto.

“Oh, Jungkook,” he says, laughing shrilly. “You’re such a talented detective. Sometimes, I’m super jealous of how close you are to Jimin.”

Wrinkling your nose, you move closer. “Okay, first off – that impression of me is borderline sexist. Second, I would never say that. You two are weirdly close.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jungkook crouches beside Jimin. “Seems like someone is a little jealous of having a best friend.”

“I do have a best friend,” you retort, pausing behind the corner. “Yoongi is my best friend.”

“No, I’m not.” Yoongi seems bored by the proceedings, arms pointedly crossed before his black leather jacket. “I have no need to see any of you people outside of this office.”

“Cold.” Lowering your voice, you cock your head. “Also, a lie. What’s the plan, Captain?” Looking at Namjoon, you await further instructions. “Do I just… sneak up on them?”

“By all means – use your instincts, Y/N.”

Fighting an eye roll, you slowly step forward. “This is ridiculous,” you mutter to no one under your breath.

Jungkook lazily stretches an arm across his chest. “What a great night for a stake-out, Y/N!” he says loudly, glancing at Jimin. “Good thing I’m dressed appropriately for the occasion. Suspenders are such an under-utilized asset.”

Refusing to let him go any further, you barrel around the corner and make straight for his back. Feet pounding linoleum, you narrow your gaze at his shoulders. Jungkook stiffens, whirling to face you at the last second. He dodges your first blow, throwing one of his own.

“This is stupid,” you grunt, twisting out of his reach. “If I were actually an intruder, I’d have the element of surprise.”

“Not true!” Jungkook manages to loop an arm around your waist, yanking you closer. Huffing, you try and ignore how good his cologne smells. “If this were our stake-out, I’d have the door closed. You gave yourself away by banging it open.”

“Hngh!”

You do not say this last word, so much as grunt it, face smushed into the buttons of his button-down shirt. Although it gives you no end of annoyance to admit, the suspenders do make him look dashing.

Fortunately, they also provide a handhold.

Gripping them with one hand, you yank firmly down from behind. Jungkook swears, stumbling back and you rush into the opening. Shoving him with your shoulder, you knock him off balance and go for his leg, hooking one arm to tackle him to the floor. From this vantage point, you throw your weight forward and plant a knee on his chest.

“Winner!” you declare, triumphant.

Jungkook’s head falls to the ground. “Fine,” he groans, staring up at the ceiling. “I’ll get rid of the suspenders.”

“Great,” you say, brushing dust from your hands as you stand.

“I’d just like to say,” Jimin interjects. “If this were a real fight, it would’ve ended entirely differently because in a real fight, I would never have sat here while Jungkookie was being attacked.”

“I appreciate that about you,” mumbles Jungkook, still lying prostrate on the floor.

“Anytime, buddy.”

Rolling your eyes, you look at Namjoon. “Are we done here?”

“Most definitely.” Turning on his heel, Namjoon walks towards his office. “Detective Jeon – remove the suspenders before you get yourself killed. Seokjin,” he adds, coming to a stop. “Please arrange to have my dry-cleaning picked up before the Captain’s dinner tomorrow.”

“Can do.” Seokjin does not look up from his phone. His feet are propped up on his desk, leaning far enough back to be labeled precarious. “Except tomorrow isn’t good for me, since mercury is in retrograde and my psychic said I should avoid high-stress scenarios at all cost.”

Namjoon stares. “Picking up dry-cleaning is a high-stress scenario?”

“Absolutely not.” Seokjin shakes his head. “I slept with the owner of the place though, and that is high-stress.”

Namjoon stares for a long moment before apparently deciding this is an acceptable answer and striding into his office. The door closes behind him.

On the other side of the room, the precinct has returned to normal. Yoongi swivels to face his computer, Jimin skips towards the espresso machine and you begin the slow walk to your desk. There is a mountain of paperwork calling your name.

Jungkook catches you easily by the arm.

Startled, you glance upwards. “What?” you demand, trying not to give in. Trying not to revel in how good his fingers feel on your skin – rough and tender all at the same time.

Jungkook’s gaze shifts into something unnamed. “I hope you know,” he says slowly. “I wouldn’t let my suspenders get in the way of your safety.”

Ignoring the way your heart thuds at his words, you yank your hand back. “Good to know,” you say, continuing towards your desk. “Guess it’s a good thing I don’t need your protection, then.”

It would be a totally badass moment.

It would be a Charlie’s Angels-esque, walking away from the fire, hair blowing in the wind kind of moment – except Jimin left his fruit dehydrator out in the aisle and you unfortunately trip. Arms flailing, you barely refrain from falling flat on your face.

Chuckling under his breath, Jungkook comes up from behind you. “Oh, I know you don’t,” he says, walking past. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”

Turning around, he hovers a moment before sitting down at his desk. The entire time, his gaze does not leave yours and, despite the circumstances, you cannot help but feel his wording is genuine. He really does like that about you.

Heart fluttering in your chest, you sit down as well.

Those suspenders really were kind of hot.

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Follow-up drabble: The Criminal

[writeyouin]

The autobot human friend(animated) decides to sneak to the decepticon cave and give them a Christmas no matter what

TFA Reader Insert – Spreading Joy

A/N – Merry Holidays, two years late (So sorry, I was always bad at timing.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Optimus asked, frowning concernedly at you.

“Hm?” You blinked, noticing that he was staring at you. “Sorry Optimus, did you say something?”

“I asked if you wanted to help us decorate the base tonight for your holiday, Christmas, but you didn’t answer. So, is everything alright?”

You blushed at having been caught not paying attention, “Yes, sorry. I suppose I was just thinking about some things.”

“A shanix for your thoughts?”

“I was just wondering whether the holidays will see you fighting the Decepticons again, or if they’ll be quiet this year.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will be just fine.”

“I suppose so. I just wish that Megatron could see the beauty of our planet, like you guys do.”

“Sorry (Y/N), but some things never change. Megatron is just one of those things. It’s nice that you’re hoping for a better future for the ‘Cons, but it’s better if you don’t waste your time tonight.”

“Sure,” You said, walking over to the group who were putting up the tree, though as you decorated, you couldn’t help thinking of Scrooge in from the Christmas Carol. Sure, he was only a fictional character, but he had been shown the way to change; maybe the Decepticons could be given that opportunity as-well.

As Christmas drew nearer, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the Decepticons and the comparison to Scrooge you had accidentally made. Perhaps, if you could give them a real Christmas, they might find the beauty in your small planet after all.

Fortunately, you knew that Sari’s father, Professor Sumdac, had been working on a private plane that would make travel possible for anyone with a regular driving licence. It’s one flaw? It couldn’t be picked up on any radar thus far; hopefully that would count for Cybertronian radar as well.

“Thank you, Professor Sumdac,” You beamed, relieved that he was allowing you to test out his plane at your request. All you’d had to do was tell him that you wished to lend a hand with the toys for tots delivery and he had been putty in your hands.

“No problem (Y/N). I’m glad that it’s you requesting the test-run instead of the military. Toys for tots is a much better use for my inventions than a silly war.”

You grinned at that. At least it was true that you weren’t using the plane for a war; in fact, you were trying to end one.

After hauling various boxes of Christmas decorations into the plane, you took off, finding it more than easy to fly the simple machine. You plotted the coordinates to the Decepticon lair, hoping that there would be no way for Professor Sumdac to find out where you had gone when you returned the plane to him.

Although you felt that what you were doing the right thing to do, you couldn’t help feeling anxious that it was a silly pipe-dream. All the same, you tried calming your jittery nerves by humming the various Christmas songs you knew.

Finally, in the chorus of ‘Do they Know it’s Christmas,’ you spotted the Decepticon lair. You couldn’t see if anyone was outside because of the heavy snowfall blocking your view. You only hoped that the snow covered you as well in case anyone was out on patrol.

Landing among the cover of trees near the mines, you lugged out the boxes of decorations, glad that you’d had the foresight to bring a dolly to carry them; after all, it would speed things up and you were relying on speed so you didn’t run into any of your unwitting hosts.

“Alright Decepticons, get ready to be blasted with joy,” You whispered to yourself, taking your first tentative steps into the old mines.

Every step felt heavy with trepidation. You kept to the sides of the mines, often stopping to look around or listen for anyone coming. Only once did you fear that your heart might stop as Lugnut and Blitzwing walked right past you. Fortunately, Blitzwing was in his Random mood, tormenting Lugnut into a rage; the pair passed you, too deep in their argument to notice a stray human on the ground. Once they were gone, you remained where you were, too scared to move any further in case they came back.

After ten minutes or so, you finally left the safety of your shadowy corner to head further into the lair, stopping only when you reached the main cavern where the Decepticons clearly spent most of their time.

“Okay,” You breathed, when you sure that Blitzwing, Lugnut or Megatron weren’t anywhere nearby. “Time to get things moving.”

You had never decorated so fast in your life. Then again, you had never had the threat of being held hostage to motivate you. First, you set up an inflatable tree which was the only thing you could get to match the Decepticons size without help. While the electric pump slowly brought the tree to life you wrapped red and silver tinsel around the computer’s keyboard, adding colourful fairy lights afterwards.

Since the tree itself couldn’t hold any baubles, you hung them of various stalagmites, which you also sprayed with artificial snow. Everywhere you went, you made sure to throw some glitter around for good measure.  Once you had placed some large stuffed toys of Santa, snowmen, and elves in various locations, you surveyed your work. Granted, it was still a mine and there was little you could do to make it homier, but you didn’t think it was a bad job, especially when you hung the Merry Christmas banner as high as you could near the entrance.

You were almost finished but you had one more box which was the most special of all. It had taken a lot of time, but you had made a tiny replica of each Decepticon and wrapped them up individually in paper the colour of each bot. Their names hung off them, printed in fancy cursive that you had to use a stencil to write.

As a last touch, you left two Christmas films that you hoped the Decepticons would watch. The first was the film that had inspired your miniature quest, A Christmas Carol. The second was a film you thought Icy and Blitzwing would enjoy a lot more, Die Hard.

Once everything was set up and in place, you snuck out of the Decepticon base, hoping that your stunt to make the Cybertronians love Earth would work.

Megatron was not amused by what he saw when he returned to the base. He wanted to punish his subordinates for their hijinks and order them to take down the infernal rubbish that had been placed around the base. Yet, as the pair sat in front of the computer, watching a human known only as John McClane battle it out on screen with the intellectually superior Hans Gruber, he revelled in the peace; at least the trashy Earth media was keeping them quiet for a while.

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[randomfandomimagine]

The Mysterious Case Of Y/N (Brooklyn Nine-Nine Imagine)

Character: None

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Holt!Reader, Cozner!Reader, Adopted!Reader

Title: The Mysterious Case Of Y/N

  Requested by anon:

could you do a b99 imagine where reader is holt and kevin’s adoptive child since reader was a baby and they’re a teenager when the squad finds out and jakes all “you never told us you had a kid!” and holts just like “you never asked”???? just lots of family fluff !! thank you :)

  “Hello, everyone!” I greeted them as I walked into the bullpen. “I brought coffee!”

“Did you bring chicken wings?” Asked Scully, quickly turning around to me.

“Um… no…” I lifted the coffees a little bit to show it was all that I brought.

“Then we’re not interested” Said Hitchcock, turning back to his desk like his friend did.

“Hey, Y/N” Terry greeted me with a friendly smile.

“Good morning, Sergent Jeffords!” I reciprocated the gesture and also gave him the coffee labeled ‘Terry’. “How are your little girls and your lovely wife?”

“Thank you!” He said, taking the coffee. “And they’re doing great!” 

“Good! I am glad to hear that!”

“Well, well, well” Jake sounded behind me. “Who do we have here?”

“Hello, Jacob!” I picked up his coffee and offered it to him. “Would you like some coffee?”

“I don’t want any of your dirty bribing” Despite it all, he did take it. “I want answers!”

“Not again…” Said Rosa from her desk, rolling her eyes.

“Spit it out, Y/N” Amy backed her boyfriend up.

“Yes, where were you last morning?!” Jake insisted, punching the desk even if he did grimace, but he was staring at me.

“Um… I was here” I tilted my head, not losing the smile even if I did wonder what they were on about. “Giving you coffee like I am today”

“And brought pie too” Boyle added with a thumbs up.

“Aha!” Jake exclaimed as I absently gave Rosa and Boyle their coffees. “You made your first mistake”

“Why is that?”

“Because!” He paused, for dramatic purposes, I assumed. “We realized, no one here knows who you actually are”

“What is Jake saying?” Hitchcock asked whoever would answer.

“The mysterious case of Y/N” Rosa tiredly replied.

“The mysterious case of Y/N indeed!” Jake repeated, this time with more pizzazz.

Entertained by him, I leaned on his desk and nodded, letting him know I was listening.

“No one here knows where you came from” Amy squinted her eyes at me. “One day you just started showing up”

“The important question is why?” Her boyfriend continued. “Why do you come here almost every day, and why do you bring us food and coffee?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he held up one finger to shush me. I grinned as I looked around me and realized Boyle and Terry were intently listening, even if Rosa and Gina were in no way interested in Jake’s silly ‘case’.

“We have been observing your every move” His voice suddenly deepened, and I knew the detective enough to realize he was trying to sound like a cool tough epic movie protagonist like John McClane or something along those lines. “You do the same thing every day, first-“

Gina suddenly approached, snooping around and hence interrupting Jake’s ‘epic’ speech.

“Gina, are you here to find out who Y/N is?” He asked her, surprised.

“Nah, I just heard there’s free coffee so…” She looked for the cup labeled ‘Gina’, took it and calmly returned to her desk like nothing had happened.

“As I was saying…” Jake continued, taking a moment to get back into character and deepening his voice once more. “Same thing every day: first you greet everyone and give us whatever thing it is that you brought that day”

“Then you chat with someone, depending on who’s busy” Amy added.

“You spend from ten to twenty five minutes chatting before you go into Captain Holt’s office”

“We never know what you talk about because we value his privacy, but you’re not there for long”

“That is because I only say hello-“ I tried to clear up the… misunderstanding? But they wouldn’t let me, they were so into their ‘investigation’ that they cut me off.

“We’ll be asking the questions here” Jake interrupted me.

“I believe that wasn’t a question”

“You have the right to remain silent, Y/N!”

“After you speak with the Captain” Amy insisted. “You say goodbye and leave, that is your routine”

“Why do you bring us food, Y/N?” Jake stepped closer to me, as though I could be intimidated by him, especially with that quite goofy expression he was showcasing. “Are you trying to condition us to eat it, to earn our trust so one day we’ll all die when you bring us poisoned cake?”

“Jake…” Terry tiredly said, but the detective swatted him off.

“Ever since summer started, you appeared and have been coming here at the same time every day” Jake had to stop to clear his throat, that deep voice was probably hurting him a little. “So what it’ll be?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, locking eyes with him even if he seemed bothered that I was unfazed.

“Are you gonna talk?” He moved the adjustable lamp on his desk so it would shine the light in my face. “Or do we have to do this the hard way?”

“I was trying to explain myself” I shrunk away from the bright light until he lowered it. “You’re not giving me a chance to”

In spite of it all, Jake smiled a little at my calmness. I knew that was all playful and in good fun but that underneath it all they were genuinely curious about me.

Just then, I noticed the Captain standing up from his chair inside his office and heading outside.

“Then talk, dammit, I-“ Jake kept up the goofy act, but I felt the need to intervene.

“Detective Peralta?” I politely interrupted him, unable to erase a smile from my face.

“What?” He exclaimed in outrage.

“I would venture to think you will find some answers soon enough” I pointed a finger towards the Captain as he approached us.

“What is taking Y/N so long?” He stared down to his wristwatch.

“That would be me, sir” Jake replied. “I was interrogating Y/N for the safety of the entire precinct”

“Is Peralta bothering you?”

“No, it is fine”

“Did you bring me something today?”

“Yes, coffee!” I reached out to the only coffee left in the plastic rack and handed it to him.

“Thank you, child” The Captain smiled at me, ever so slightly, and rested a fond hand over my shoulder.

“You are welcome, dad” I then turned to Jake, just in time to see the shock reflected in his features.

“Wow, wait a minute…” Amy was the first one to say something. “Did Y/N call you ‘dad’, Captain?”

“Yes” The Captain replied, quite puzzled. “Y/N is my child”

“You have a kid?!” Rosa got interested again.

“Yes, Kevin and I are quite proud” Indeed, the paternal pride and fondness was reflected in his glance as he looked at me and lightly squeezed my shoulder.

“You never told us you have a kid!!!” Jake exclaimed, gawking at him.

“You never asked” The Captain simply replied.

“But… you always call him Captain too” Terry pointed out.

“He is the Captain, after all, despite being my father” I shrugged a little. “I am only being respectful”

“H-How?” Charles wondered aloud. “How did it happen? When?!”

“Kevin and I decided to adopt a baby, and so we did” Dad motioned over to me. “Y/N has been in our lives for quite some while now”

“Uh…. Captain?” Jake bore a playful expression. “You do know Y/N is standing right here, don’t you?”

“Of course we told Y/N” Dad briefly explained. “We had a conversation concerning the subject many years ago”

“That’s adorable” Charles smiled at me. “And believe me, Y/N, we love adoptive children just as much as biological ones”

“I know, Detective Boyle” I smiled back at him. “I know how much you love Nikolaj”

“He is right” In a rare affectionate gesture, dad patted my head. “Y/N is our biggest accomplishment in life”

There was a low murmur of aws around us, causing me to be slightly flustered by his affection. My parents were never ones to show their fondness openly, but that did not mean I was unaware of their paternal love for me.

“How did we not know this?!” Jake was certainly making the discovery of his career. “This is so cute! And case solved!”

“I do not know, Jacob. We never meant to keep it a secret, I came here only to visit my father on the summer holidays and perhaps bring him some coffee” I honestly replied. “It is just that I ended befriending all of you too, as I soon found you are all lovely people”

“Aw” Amy cooed, kindly squeezing my arm. “That’s sweet!”

“I should have known” Jake absently muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “You always call me ‘Jacob’ and you talk just like the Captain!”

I grinned at his findings, slightly startled when he suddenly gasped next to me.

“But that means we can be like siblings!” He placed an arm over my shoulders and hugged me. “And you can tell me embarrassing stories about Captain Holt!!”

Dad and I exchanged a quick glance as Jake went on and on about it. Nonetheless, the smile lingered in my lips.

Tagging: @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader, @xionroxas, @qtmeryr  

[sunflowerstache]

Hi! So your writing is super good and I was wondering if you could write something for me? When you have time of course! So I was thinking about how Harry has said that he isn't attractive, that sometimes you can tell when a person is using you (and other times you can't). I think he's really insecure and has been used a lot. Probably cries himself to sleep, jerks off a lot in hotels, spends holidays alone. Well what if he had a new neighbor who is also alone, and though he doesn't talk much to

(cont) her, she does little things sometimes like leave notes at his door with something good about him on them, or gives him flowers from her garden. And, well, what if she comes over on Christmas eve and has a plate of cookies and is wearing a hideous holiday sweater and just says “I thought you might like some company. I could use some.” And they end up spending a great night and he realizes that he’s actually HAPPY for the first time in ages?

UR JOKING this is so cute I hope this does your request justice😍

The idea that with fame comes a maginitude of personal connections and close relationships was something Harry always struggled with. Of course, he had his select close friends and loving family, but there were only so many days that they could take a break from their own lives and jobs to spend time with the lonely rockstar. There were endless amounts of people willing to fill the empty voids in Harry’s life; so many so that he had to mute his phone most days because they wouldn’t leave him alone. It was sometimes difficult for Harry to tell the difference between people he had in his life that had his best interests at heart as opposed to those who simply wanted their own 5 minutes of fame. He’s seen it countless times; someone whom he thought was in it for the long haul, only to be met with disappointment when they leaked a story or left him in the dust. So, he went with the easiest option he could think of -secluding himself. Days spent alone, other than with the soft purring of Evie at his side on the porch swing, just preparing for his next album. Life around him kept on moving, the private streets of the neighborhood were filled with the sounds of children playing in their yards, families walking their dog, and the occasional block party. Yet all of it stayed in the background of Harry’s life. Like white noise fluttering through his extraordinary yet somehow still extremely mundane life.

Except for the girl next door. She was a quite girl, spending most of her time at, what he assumed was her job, and coming home to a corgi he had learned, through playful yells across the yard, was named Bean. Upon waking up one morning months ago and seeing a young girl moving into the house next door, past experiences crept into his mind. Would she be posting everything he did? Would he be able to leave his house without being met with a flashing camera? Would she be crazed and try to break in? But, none of his fears ended up coming true. In fact, it was the exact opposite. She kept to herself, enough that it reminded Harry of himself in the way that he never saw her spending time with anyone. Of course, there was a guest or two every once and while, but she didn’t seem to mind spending most days relatively alone. The two didn’t have many interactions, but when they did, it always brought a smile to Harry’s face. A quick hello here and there. A basket of homemade cat treats left for Evie. Small notes left on each other’s doors, carrying quick and encouraging messages to one another like; “you have a lovely garden” or “you have the most beautiful cars”. Harry found the first note about two months ago, after stepping out onto his front porch, ready to head to the studio. The small creme colored note taped to his front door read “You have a beautiful voice. Thank you for sharing it with me. I hope you never stop finding inspiration.” There was always a risk to sitting outside on his deck and singing melodies to songs not yet written, but for some reason, her hearing them didn’t bother him. He spent hours at the studio that day.

It was now the middle of December, the London air holding a certain crispness that seemed to only appear around the holidays. Like the planet knew everyone was bundled up, enjoying the warmth and company brought to them by being surrounded by their loved ones. Almost everyone. Harry was no stranger to having quiet holidays, but living in a community with many large families and loud holiday parties really had brought out the worst in him. Anne and Gemma had been snowed in by the rogue storm and reluctantly wouldn’t be able to make the trip down to his house this year. So, while everyone else began their festivities, Harry was joined by the flickering light of the television. He was seated in the living room, lounged under the heated throw blanket Anne had gifted him at the start of winter, while Evie rested on his lap so she could soak up a bit of the residual heat, and the unmistakable sound of Bruce Willis echoed through the eerily decorated yet empty room.

“Well, Merry Christmas Eves.” Harry muttered, scratching the back of his cat’s ear and earning a loud purr. “It’s just you, me and Bruce this year.”

Much to his surprise that the device actually works, due to the lack of use, Harry’s doorbell rang. Hoping that the “snowed in” excuse was just that, Harry sprang to his feet, uttering a quick apology to Evie who was unsuspectingly thrown to her feet in the commotion, and ran across the living room to answer the front door. The smile of his face was comepltely forgotten as soon as he opened the door, immediately recognizing that it wasn’t who he thought and his family was, in fact, not just making up an excuse.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Not quite the reaction I was hoping for.”

Y/N, his neighbor, was stood on his front porch, clad in a pair of Christmas themed leggings, a thick winter jacket, and a matching scarf/hat/mittens set. A large tin rested in her left hand as well as a very large bottle of Moscato in her right.

“Oh, no, um sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! Just thought maybe it was someone else.” his now warm cheeks were a stark contrast to the winter breeze that began blowing through his front door.

“Oh yeah. I had to stand in line behind all your other friends just to make it up to your front door.”

“Like you have anyplace to talk, Miss ‘I only hang out with Bean everyday.”

Y/N threw her head back in an uncontrollable laugh, slightly the sound slightly echoing through his empty yard. There was a soft white glow from the moon illuminating the back of Y/N, creating a full body halo and beautiful aura to his neighbor. As the angelic sound softened and her head came back to it’s natural resting place, she shifted her weight from left to right. “I saw that the driveway was empty and figured you could use the company. I know I could. and I have cookies and alcohol so...”

“Yeah, yeah please come in.” 

It had been a few days since Harry had anyone over his house, the last people being Mitch, Sarah and Clare popping over to discuss steps on the next album. So, having YN standing in his foyer, removing her winter coat to reveal one of the worst Christmas jumper’s he’s ever seen, was a different feeling. The pair made their way into the living, where the television was still shining and Evie was cuddled on top of the heated blanket that was now piled on the floor.

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those people who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie.” Y/N laughed, sitting down on the couch.

“Of course it is! John McClane has to rescue everyone from a Christmas Party! The entire movie is set on Christmas Eve and it plays Christmas music!”

“It absolutely is not! That movie could be set on any other day of the year and still be the exact same movie and the only person wearing any Christmas apparel is a dead guy!”

Easy conversation flowed between the pair, only stopping to refill their wine glasses or have uncontrollable laughing fits. It was fun to have the company, a nice change of pace in the large house. It was easy for Harry to see how kind Y/N was, how her eyes lit up when Evie cuddled closer to her side, how her attention was focused solely on him and not even bothering to glance at her phone (that sat across from her on the small wooden end table). That was something very new to Harry, being with someone who had more interest in what he was saying than the tiny portable screen. It sent a warm feeling though Harry’s body, that wasn’t caused by the burning wood in his fireplace. He enjoyed Y/N’s company, so much more than he thought he would, the two unsuspecting loners seemingly becoming instant best friends. Harry’s life brought him immense happiness; seeing his fans having the time of their lives at his shows, meeting his idols, and getting to live his dreams, but with all of these extreme highs, came the lows. The lows of not knowing your true friends, not seeing your family for long periods of time, and constantly being photographed. But in this moment, sitting in his living room with his neighbor, drinking wine and arguing over the greatest Christmas cookie, Harry had never felt happier.

tag: @emotionally-imbruised and @theasstour cause I sent them so many snaps about this blurb😂😂

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Holiday Movie

Title: Holiday Movie (Dec 18) Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: fluff Pairings: Bucky, Sam x Reader A/N: Drabble for @thefanficfaerie OTP Christmas Challenge

You walked into the room in the middle of a heated debate by Sam and Bucky on which movie was the best Christmas movie ever made.  You made yourself a bowl of popcorn and grabbed a drink before sitting on the couch opposite the two

“Best Christmas movie ever made?”

“Easy, A Christmas story”

“Naw, Home Alone”

“Home Alone, are you kidding me. What’s so great about a little brat who ends up pissing everyone off and then gets left behind only to have his mom realize that she left her kid behind.  How is that better than A Christmas Story?”

“A movie about a little brat kid who all he can think about is getting a bebe gun.”

“Y/N what do you think.”  

You smiled as you turned the t.v. on and started your favorite Christmas movie. 

“Die Hard… It’s not Christmas till you see Hans Gruber falling from the Nakatomi building and John McClane say Yippee-ki-yay, Motherf**ker”

Needless to say after that heated debate every year the three of you watch Die Hard on Christmas Day. 

@thefanficfaerie​

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Windbreaker City - S2 ep15

y/n - your name

y/n/n - your nickname

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*y/n's pov*

Today's the day: Windbreaker city. Aka, the best day of the year.

"Hey, Homeland Security, gather around. I have bad news," Agent Kendrick sighs. We all turn to him to hear his news. "Unfortunately, our friends at the DOD have had to drop out, and have been replaced with the NYPD." He rolls his eyes. I don't like Kendrick; he's an ass. I like the NYPD! I mean, our jobs would be much harder if it weren't for them. And they're nice people and underrated. However, I can't voice my opinion. Not here anyway. A load of sighs and groans are projected. Snooty pricks. "I know, I know. But this should be the only time it happens. Now everyone in the bus." We all get in, me even more eager now that I know that the NYPD will be there. But I obviously don't show it.

*At the venue*

Ah, it's nice to be back. I love Windbreaker city. I love getting to meet new people through it and seeing my friends. I could become friends with someone on the NYPD! Today's gonna be a good day.

*10 minutes later*

I've changed my mind. It's going to be awful. I saw my ex. He must work in the NYPD. Crap.

"Stella, I'm gonna need your help today," I say to Stella, my closest friend at Homeland Security.

"Why? What happened? You never need help."

"My ex is here."

"Oh. You need help avoiding them?"

"Yes. He works for the NYPD and his name is Jake Peralta. He has brown hair and eyes. We dated in high school but had a few disagreements about somethings and broke up. It was very messy."

"I'll do the best I can."

"Alright, everyone take their seats. My name is Agent Kendrick, Homeland Security, and I am in charge here. This year's scenario: terrorists have stormed the Capital Trust's Bank building and have taken hostages."

"Noice," I hear, followed by a high five.

"Yup, definitely Jake Peralta," I whisper to Stella.

"Oh, cool trick. I don't have a ton of free time to practise high fiving," mocks Kendick (yes, that was intended), before doing exactly what I'm assuming Jake did. I roll my eyes, annoyed at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, y/n. Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kendick asks. Well, that threw any chance of Jake not seeing me out the window.

"No, sir," I respond, despising that I have to call him sir.

"That's what I thought. Now, here are your assignments:" Kendick starts, but I feel a pair of eyes focused on me. I look up in Jake's direction, locking eyes with him. Yup, he's definitely seen me.

"Never mind," I whisper to Stella.

"ATF, you will be our terrorists. Homeland Security, you are command control. Marshals, strike team alpha. And NYPD..." he pauses to look at his clipboard, but I already know what he's going to say. "It says here that you will be our hostages."

"What? So you just want us to lay on the ground and nothing like a bunch of losers?" the familiar voice asks.

"Yes, precisely."

"No!"

"Jackpot!" a third voice yells.

*Later*

I see Jake come outside.

"What is he doing? He's supposed to be a hostage," Kendick says in rage and marches over to him.

"I knew this wouldn't go well," I mumble. They talk for a few minutes and Kendick makes his way back over to us. However, before he reaches us, Peralta does the thing I prayed that he wouldn't.

"Hey y/n! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"What do you want, Peralta?"

"To talk."

"We'll talk later, once the drill is finished."

"Fine." And with that, he walks back inside. All eyes are on me.

"You know him?" Kendick asks.

"High school."

"We'll try and use it to our advantage then. Lure him out and we'll get him. But first, you need to get a sausage pizza and some gasonex."

"Ok?" I leave after that and head to the nearest Papa John's.

"Hi, can I get a sausage pizza please," I ask the cashier.

"Of course. Is that all?"

"Yes."

"$15 please." I give them a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

"Thank you, your pizza should be ready in at most 10 minutes."

"Thank you." 10 minutes should be enough time to quickly grab some gasonex, especially since there's a CVS next door. I quickly grab and pay for it, heading back for the pizza. Luckily, it's ready so I pick it up and thank the cashier.

I arrive back at where we're based, I see that the NYPD are here, but they don't see me, so I put the pizza on a car and hide so they don't see me. I have a plan. I wait for everyone to take each other out, until there's supposedly only Jake and Kendick left. They seem to be having a conversation, when I get up secretly and aim. Then I notice that the NYPD are about to say something to Jake and I hold my finger up to my lip and motion that I'm gonna get Kendick. Just as I see Kendick start to pull his gun out, I shoot, killing him.

"What the heck? Who shot me? You're all out!"

"Correction. They're all out. I'm still in."

"y/n? Why are you on their team? You work for Homeland Security."

"Yeah, but you were prejudice and, frankly, a bit of a dick."

"Whatever, let's go. Everyone. I need to talk to the losers." I roll my eyes at his comment.

*Back in the hall where they had the briefing*

"Interesting tactic, detectives. Show up at your first inter-agency drill and mess the whole thing up," Kendick says, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Less of a tactic and more a series of incredible events," Jake quips.

"And what was the most incredible event... was it screwing up the entire drill in it's many years of being run in front of all your friends?"

"Pfft, I have other friends."

"Who?" questions the man next to Jake.

"I knew it was a dumb idea to invite the NYPD to a federal drill."

"Shut up, Kendrick. People provoked them, and you under mimed them by giving them the role of hostages or, as Jake's vest now says, hos. Of course they weren't going to follow the rules. Everyone was a prick to them. Plus, they still took out pretty much everyone. Next time, if people aren't so prejudice, maybe they'll follow the rules," I point out.

"Oh, there won't be a next time. But maybe I'll see you at the Pentagon Christmas party. Oh right. You guys aren't invited to those. Kid Rock was there. Those were my last words, bro." He walks away, full of pride.

"I'm sorry about Kendick," I say to the NYPD squad after he's out of earshot.

"What did you just call him?" Jake asks.

"Kendick. He may be my superior, but if he fires me, his superiors will fire him. I can talk at him with whatever attitude I want. After all, I'm the top agent at Homeland Security. Look, Jake, I'm sorry you didn't get him yourself, but he was about to John McClane you."

"Don't worry. Today's been a total win. I haven't checked my phone in forever. Now that I've said that, I do kinda wanna check it though. I'm gonna just do it." Jake pulls out his phone. "No text. But, I'm probably 20% less devastated than I would've been this morning and that's thanks to you guys." Jake suddenly realises something and lets out a small gasp. "I catharted."

"You catharted hard," says the muscular guy next to me.

"Break up?" I whisper to the guy next to me.

"Yup."

"Ah. That's rough."

"Jake arrested her boss because he caught him doing cocaine. And she was a defence attorney."

"A cop dating a defence attorney?! That's brave."

"Yeah. They were quite cute together though."

"Hey, y/n. Let me introduce you to the squad."

"Wait. You're y/n? As in y/f/n that Jake went to high school with?" the guy next to me asked.

"Yes. Did you know he had a nose ring?"

"Oh my god, did he actually? I'm so holding that against you, Peralta," a woman with long, curly hair laughs.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you two break up?" the other woman asks.

"We both got really stressed and took it out on each other with loads of petty fights. It was quite stupid. And these were very petty fights. Like, we took it to a whole new level," I explain.

"Yeah, I think they get it y/n/n. Anyway, this is Detective Rosa Diaz, Detective Amy Santiago, Detective Charles Boyle and Sergeant Terry Jeffords."

"Hey, what about us?"

"They're Hitchcock and Scully."

"Nice to meet you guys. You all seem close. I wish I had that with my co-workers. I've only got one actual friend here. Plus everyone is a snob who looks down on literally anyone who doesn't work for a federal agency."

"Sounds awful," Jake inputs.

"It is. But I like my job and they won't let me transfer anywhere else, so I'm stuck here. Fun. Anyway, I'm sure you have stuff to do, I won't stop you. Go when you want, but I'm gonna stick around a while." Everyone disperses, some going into small conversations, some going to a vending machine and others dong other stuff.

"Hey, y/n. Can we have that talk now?" Jake asks.

"Sure." I look at Charles and wait for him to leave.

"Charles, I meant in private. Could you maybe talk to Amy and Rosa for a bit?" Jake asks, realising that Boyle's still here.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he apologises, going to talk to the girls.

"So, what do ya want?" I ask.

"To start over."

"Pardon?"

"We ended our relationship in an awful way, but I think we could be good friends now."

"So do I."

"However, I just got out of a relationship so, no matter how hard it is, you can't fall in love with me. Yet." He sends me a playful wink.

"You've not changed, have you, Peralta?"

"Of course not! I'm still that awesome. Only, even more so now that I've gotten rid of that nose piercing and awful haircut."

"You looked like an emo, not gonna lie. What would happen if I hit the g-note on a piano?"

"What would happen if I hit the g-note, title of your sex tape." I roll my eyes.

"This is gonna be an amazing friendship, I can already tell."

"Yeah, friendship."

"Hey, y/n, is that you?!" a voice says from across the room. I look to see who it is. Ah crap.

"How many of my exes are cops, bloody hell," I mumble. "Hey Brian. What d'you need?" I ask, a fake smile plastered on my face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over a meal? As a date, maybe?"

"Why would I go on a date with you? Especially since you cheated on me. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

"Oh. Who?"

"Me. I'm their boyfriend," Jake announces, obviously sensing my desperate need for help.

"Oh, come on. You can do better, y/n. He's from the scum bucket."

"1. Don't ever say that about the NYPD and 2. I'm good thanks. He's better than you ever were."

"Doubt it. And if he truly is your boyfriend, prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you, you--" but I get cut off by a pair of lips on mine. I kiss back, after about a second of shock. I pull away shortly after and turn back to Brian. He's just stood there in shock. "Now get out of here before I kick you where the sun don't shine, Brian!" He scrambles out of the room, now shocked and scared.

"How did he become a federal agent?" Jake asks.

"His dad is head of the ATF. That's literally the only reason."

"Oh."

"And thanks for doing that, but you didn't have to, really."

"It was nothing. I was just trying to be a good friend. Yeah. A good friend."

"Ok, yeah. A really good friend." My comment is then followed by an awkward silence. "So. How's life?" I awkwardly laugh.

"Fine. You?"

"Strange." Another awkward silence. "I'm gonna go, I need to work," I awkwardly announce, trying to find a way out of the situation.

"Sure, yeah. We should get going too. Bye."

"Bye." That has to've been the most awkward conversation of my life. I have no idea what my new 'friendship' is gonna hold but I'm scared.